Re: Chuck E. Cheese, then the Westchester bar district.
"We're still young," Zap corrected him, playfully. Piotr was right - memory served him well. They were a pair of cuddle bugs. All big eyes and big dreams and dry humping. She smirked at that last thought and then closed her eyes at his musings.
First love; true love; different. She grinned, eyes still shut. "You're trying to say I'm special?" Her hand was enveloped by his and she let loose a gentle current to let him know he could stay that way. "They won't throw us out; not if we're with Katy." Eva's eyes opened and the technopath looked up to Piotr once more, "They were mine," she motioned to pass. "Go ahead." Her own head was swimming and with all this nostalgia and partying and beard-nearness, she knew it wouldn't be wise to imbibe further.
She waited a moment until he'd finished the bottle then sat upright and kissed the dreamer-artist square on the wine-coated lips. Ohhh, he was so firm. And beardy. And wine-y. Her lips moved hungrily against his for a moment, parting only slightly to take a quick taste, and then she moved back a bit and opened her eyes. "Do you wanna get outta here?" She squeezed his fist with her free hand and pulled both of hers loose so that she could use them to turn her body as she pulled her legs down off of Piotr's. Wait, what? And do what? Leave and do what with him? Be. That's what. "C'mon," she patted his giant thigh and motioned for him to stand, then tried it out herself. Yep. No more wine was a great call. "Take me home?"