Re: Under the Gazebo
MK had been looking forward to the party ever since Simon suggested it. He was right, people did need a break. A relief. It had only been a few short months in the sin city, but MK felt like it had been a lifetime already. One problem rolled into another into another until an avalanche of absolute shit barreled down on her and hers. Where was their break? When were they allowed to catch their breath for a split-second? If it wasn't something happening to MK, it was something with Wren or with Gus or Adam or Luke or Simon. Always something happening with someone, and many days MK just wished for it all to stop.
But she lived for times like these, where she could put on a good show and knock back more than a couple of drinks without people frowning at her. Dressed to the nines, red hair curled and pulled back on one side with a pin, she made rounds through the party, heels clicking on the hard surface of the roof. The past couple of days hadn't been horrible, and mostly she was glad to have Adam back for herself. Not Pym. Even while MK thought he was being selfish with time, well, she couldn't help but feel for the man. He was lost. Sick. Misguided. Just like she was. He could get into her brain better than most of the people she knew, and that scared the shit out of her. She wouldn't let Adam know about that fear though. He didn't need another burden on him.
With a charming grin, MK excused herself from a lively conversation as she spotted Adam approaching. "Hi," she said with a smile, reaching to take the drink and quirking an eyebrow at its missing contents. She spotted the rainbow stained splatters on the sleeve of his shirt. "You okay?" And then he said he wanted to talk, and she tried not to visibly balk. No, conversations like that never ended well. Not in her experience. "Talk about what?" she asked, the hesitation clear as day in her voice.