Pietro Maximoff (breakthebarrier) wrote in marvel_prep, @ 2013-01-29 22:56:00 |
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Current mood: | energetic |
Entry tags: | meggan, quicksilver |
Thread: Meggan gets to dance after all
Characters: Pietro & Meggan
NPCs: Other random NYC folks
Location: Xavier's and then the nightlife of NYC
Timeline: 26th January, 2013 [Backdated]
Description: Pietro makes good on his promise, he takes Meggan dancing
Rating: PG
Pietro just knew in his gut that he was probably going to regret this. Mostly because he had already predicted that for a large majority of the night he would be fending off unwanted attention so that Meggan could dance as much as she wanted and without a bunch of lecherous guys trying to rub up against her. It would happen, she was pretty after all. She was also naive enough to assume that what was happening was normal and just go with whatever it was people were telling her. This is where Pietro came in, he'd do the same thing for Meggan as he would for Wanda, keep the crazies and the assholes away.
Sure he didn't know all that much about their new home, but he knew enough to find somewhere they could go and just have a good night.
He'd made some sort of effort but honestly tonight wasn't about him, it was about getting Meggan out there and doing what she wanted to do. Especially as she'd been put off and Pietro could tell from their exchange on the journal that she'd been pretty crushed. On the whole Pietro was a dick and he wasn't ashamed of that fact, but he was different with the people he actually cared about. Like Wanda and Meggan for example. It was one thing to be mean to him because he could handle it and give it back, but Meggan couldn't. Sure this wasn't a group thing, but it would mean she could dance and experience the things she felt she was missing out on.
Pietro zipped across to Meggan's room from where he'd applied a few finishing touches in regards to his hair and cologne, coming to a sharp halt outside of the door in question. He lifted his hand and rapped on her door in quick succession before simply rocking back and forth on his heels as he waited, hands slipping into the pockets of his slacks.
Meggan had been so excited about the trip to go dancing with Pietro. She’d gone into the city during the day to find a nice dress and the woman in the store had been really helpful in teaching Meggan what kind of dresses she would look good in and then she’d taken Meggan over to a counter and brushed her hair out and put some spray in it before she attacked Meggan’s face with brushes and Meggan had left feeling a little bizarre and confused even though when she caught her reflection in a window, she felt very pretty because she was put in make up!
She’d gotten into her dress in the bathroom of her room and put the shoes on (but she had a bag with her which had her purse, her mobile phone and her flip-flops in because the shoes she had on were really high and she knew they’d hurt her feet so she wanted to make sure she had other shoes to put on), and double checked that she looked okay, which was pretty lucky because by the time she was ready, there was a knock on her door.
Tottering towards it - because she was still trying to work out how to walk in the heels - she opened the door and beamed at Pietro. “Hi!” He looked really nice, Meggan reached out to brush her fingers over the collar of his shirt. “I like what you’re wearing.”
She stepped out of her room and shut the door, looping her arm through Pietro’s. Even with the heels on, she wasn’t as tall as him, which she found to be quite... nice.
Pietro had busied himself with looking around whenever a door opened to pass the extraordinary amount of time it had taken Meggan to answer the door. Or in anybody else’s world, an all of a few seconds. Time was very different for speedsters. It was when he heard the door opening that he turned around and came face to face with a Meggan he was not at all used to seeing.
She looked so.... grown up and well, beautiful, and thankfully he just sort of stared at her for a few moments which allowed his mouth to catch up with his brain. “Uh, yeah, you too. I mean, you look good. Really nice.” And so not like Meggan he’d come to know and care about, damn her for wiggling her way in.
He lifted a hand and rubbed at his hair before they began down the corridor. “So, you looking forward to tonight?”
“I’m really excited,” Meggan said, fiddling with her dress with the hand that wasn’t hooked around Pietro’s elbow. She was looking forward to going out and dancing like she’d seen people doing on television and in the movies but she didn’t think she’d be drinking alcohol or doing sex tonight. She didn’t want to do sex because Jono had made it sound upsetting. “I think we’ll have a good time.”
She tipped her head to the side and rested it against Pietro’s shoulder briefly before she lifted it again. “Are you looking forward to this?”
She hesitated when they reached the top of the stairs; trying to work out how to get down them without falling because her shoes were wobbly and she didn’t want to trip. “Please don’t let go of me,” she murmured as they hit the top of the stairs. “I don’t want to fall.”
There would definitely be no drinking of alcohol or doing sex, not if Pietro had his way. This was going to be a clean night of fun where Meggan could just let loose, but with the knowledge that somebody was there watching out for her. Was he looking forward to this? He didn’t really know because on the whole Pietro hated crowds, especially as crowds usually meant ignorance was rife and mass mentality was a scary thing. Pietro knew this better than most given the experiences he and his sister had shared in their home country. This may be America, but people were still people.
“Sure,” he remarked with a nod. “It’ll be good to get away from the school for a while and you’re looking forward to this evening so that’s all that really matters.”
At the top of the stairs Pietro lifted an eyebrow at her concern and then noted the wobbly way she held herself in the shoes, wondering if it was really such a good idea for her to be wearing heels, especially when she intended to dance. But he was not going to rain on her parade, if she wanted to wear heels then so be it, she could always take them off later. Pietro calculated how long it would take for them to get down the stairs and to the venue of choice on Meggan’s own steam and how long it would take for him if he just scooped her up. His way was quicker and far more efficient so Pietro did just that, he bent at the waist and lifted Meggan up and into his arms.
“Hold on,” he muttered as he proceeded to move at remarkable speeds, taking the stairs easily enough and the subsequent corridors and eventual concrete as Pietro just let his superspeed carry them away from the school.
Meggan squealed in delight as she was picked up, arms looping around Pietro’s neck and holding on as he rushed them out of the building towards where they were going to be spending some of the evening until it was time to go home. Strangely, Meggan had no difficulties breathing at the superspeed Pietro was running at, and when they came to a halt, she was still as bright eyed and put together as she had been when the started. If anything, she seemed to be glowing a little more than she had been before. Her eyes were brighter, alive with excitement.
When she was gently put back down on the ground, Meggan grabbed Pietro’s hand and squeezed it. “That was so fun! Can we do that again some time?” She shifted how she was standing on her shoes and wished her feet were just shaped like this so that her does didn’t hurt her. “Now what happens?”
Pietro arched an eyebrow at Meggan’s expression and how much brighter she seemed now than she had been earlier and that was saying something. Apparently running at superspeed was something she enjoyed.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” It wasn’t like he made a habit of running with another person at superspeed with the exception of his sister, especially as back home it had been the easiest and quickest way to travel. Especially when running away from a very loud very angry mob. There had been more than a few of those.
He gestured towards a nearby bar which he knew wasn’t that great at checking identification and was quiet enough so Meggan wasn’t about to be thrust head first into an environment she wasn’t ready for. “We go in there and you can dance.” He took a quick look around himself and gave a few gawking men a ‘what the fuck are you looking at?’ expression which soon saw them turning away from staring at Meggan.
“So, you ready?”
Meggan nodded. “We can go dance, right? You’ll dance with me too? You said you would!” She hadn’t let go of his hand yet, but followed him in when they entered after she’d confirmed that she was ready to enter and looking forward to the night. She was almost buzzing with excitement and the prospect of learning something new.
When she followed Pietro into the place, she was surprised at first, hit by a huge wall of sound and there were bodies and the air felt funny and smelt funny and she could see the soundwaves rippling in bright colours around them and the pressure the bass put on the air. She reached out to try and touch the waves she could see but wasn’t able to; her hand just passed right through them.
“Come on!” she squealed, squeezing and tugging on Pietro’s hand - as she refused to let go, it was the only indication that Meggan was actually nervous (or scared, scared was probably more likely) she was outwardly giving, but if he thought about it, Pietro would have been able to feel an alien sense of trepidation and nerves.
Meggan really was quite excited about this evening, that much was evident. He was pretty sure she was about to give him a run for his money as far as moving on the spot went, but it was kind of nice to see how exuberant she was feeling. As they entered the venue Pietro felt the buzz of the crowd and despite the frantic movements on the dancefloor he could pick out every face, follow every action and register particular beats in the music.
He’d noticed that she had yet to let go of his hand and couldn’t quite pinpoint why he of all people would feel a sense of unease in the pit of his stomach, it wasn’t his, that much he knew. He didn’t know why he was allowing her to tug him along, but here he was, doing just that. Maybe it was because Meggan reminded him of Wanda that he let her take as many liberties as she did, but she seemed less wordly than Wanda and that was saying something. Meggan needed somebody in her life that would look out for her the same way he did for Wanda and whilst he was sure she had other people. Like that Jono guy for example. He felt better knowing that he was the one taking her dancing.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Pietro remarked as he followed her into the crowd, not that he’d let his guard down.
When the entered the throng of the crowd, Meggan retreated a fraction towards Pietro, looking a little bit like a lost child because she wasn’t sure how to dance. This wasn’t the kind of dancing that Monica and Rachel did on F.R.I.E.N.D.S. This was like... Jersey Shore dancing and Meggan didn’t think that was very appropriate or fun but then she moved her hips a little bit to the beat. And that was fun. The hip-moving.
She looked at Pietro. The strobe lights in here made his hair look even more shiny than normal and the light hit his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his unusual features. She grinned at him, trying to push her own nerves aside but all she was doing was projecting them to Pietro without realising. What if she was doing it wrong? She felt self conscious all of a sudden, realising that there were people around them that were looking at her. If it were possible, she shrank an inch or so in height.
Normally in the throng of people and amidst the dancing masses Pietro would latch onto a beat and follow it, but he was pretty frozen in spot. It was as though something had caught a hold of his ankles and was preventing him from moving. Seriously, what if he was a really bad dancer and he just hadn’t been told in the past? The nerves were new and he didn’t think there were his, especially as mostly? He didn’t feel nerves, especially as he threw himself into things head first, for better or for worse. Impulse control had never been his strong point.
What the hell was going on with him?
Breathing seemed to help with the unsettling sense of dread in the pit of his stomach, but honestly he was a second or so away from just walking off the dancefloor. Maybe he needed some form of liquid courage? It felt that way, which was weird. He’d never needed liquid courage in the past. But then he noticed that Meggan had just shrunk by an inch and he could see the start of worry in those big eyes of hers and Pietro pushed through his own insecurities which had picked the worst time to surface apparently and simply crossed the distance.
“It’s alright,” he hollered over the music as he dipped down to speak into her ear. “You’re doing fine. Just relax.” Pietro sought out her hand, gave it a squeeze before he turned her into a spin. “These people are way too drunk to care what you’re doing so just have some fun with it.”
Meggan shivered a little when she felt Pietro’s breath on her ear as he spoke to her and she smiled again when she was spun. In the movement as she was turned on the spot, her hair seemed to grow a little longer, though she didn’t regain the height she’d lost in her moment of nervous shrinking.
She stayed close when she was spun and looking around the floor. “Is that why everyone feels buzz-y?” she asked, trying to pin down the slight fuzziness she’d felt at the edges of her mind. It was very confusing. “Because everyone’s been drinking?”
She used her hold on Pietro’s hand to spin herself again because that had been fun, still moving her hips to the music, closing her eyes to listen to the beat and enjoy the sounds around her. The more she listened to the people around her, the more she felt elated and buzzy and a little high. When she opened her eyes again, she was begging Pietro with her eyes to teach her how to dance like everyone else around them.
Pietro smirked ever so slightly at Meggan. “Yeah. that’ll be why everyone feels buzz-y. Everybody is pretty fucking intoxicated right now.” But thankfully people seemed to be keeping their hands to themselves and he didn’t have to threaten anybody with bodily harm.
He ran his fingers through his hair as Meggan used his hand to spin herself again, watching her relax into and feel the music. Even if her hips were moving in ways they really shouldn’t. Instead of looking at her hips Pietro focused his gaze on her face, noting the way her expression had relaxed, which hopefully was an indication that she was feeling more comfortable.
It was only when she opened her eyes that nerves became something else entirely,especially as she was giving him that awfully pleading look and he knew what she wanted, but really, he wasn’t sure he wanted to teach her how to dance like everybody else around them. Especially as some were pressed rather close.
Pietro ignored her for a few moments, but her gaze got progressively more and more pleading and he could almost feel her desire to be just like everybody else. “Fine,” he bit out as he moved his hand to her wrist and pulled her in close. “Put your arm around my neck,” Pietro directed as his own settled against her side. “Then just follow me, alright?”
Meggan’s expression had relaxed somewhat because she was feeding off the people around her, their emotions and their joy filtering into her mind. It was all a little alien to her, she was confused as to where the feelings were coming from but she loved the way she was feeling. Was this what it felt like to be drunk? If so, she wanted to feel like this all the time because it was wonderful!
She moved a little closer as Pietro directed her to stand with him, tilting her head like a bird surveying what was happening as she tried to correlate what they were doing with what everyone else was doing, lower lip drawn between her teeth as she regained the little height she’d lost. Her features seemed to sharpen that little bit more, becoming even more fairy-like. “Like this?” she asked as she copied Pietro’s movements but in mirror image. “Right?”
Pietro wondered if he was seeing things because he was sure Meggan’s face was never quite that sharp before, but he chose to ignore it and instead focus on what he was trying to teach. Thankfully whilst English was not his first language he and Wanda were well versed in its usage so explaining things such as how to dance wouldn’t be too difficult, hopefully. If all else failed he’d just have to resort to showing her by body language.
“Yeah, exactly like that.” He curled his hand around her side and used the encouraging press of his fingertips to draw her in a little closer before he tilted his head, seeking the beat. Once located his hips moved and he made eye contact with Meggan, encouraging her to find the same rhythm and just follow through on it.
It was a little hit and miss, but after a little while they seemed to find a way to move together that was reminiscent of the other people around them.
Meggan beamed as they started dancing almost like everyone else, except she supposed there was none of that same closeness because she and Pietro weren’t going to do sex so there was a difference to the dance. But Meggan was having fun, her hips moving in time with Pietro’s as they danced together. He smelt nice, she noted absently and hoped that she smelt nice too because she had been sprayed with some kind of fruity perfume when she’d been in the shop too. It had been like satsumas. It had made her hungry.
She shifted how she was standing, arms going a little further around Pietro’s neck, fingers playing with the collar of his shirt as they moved to the music, tipping her head to the side as their bodies moved with the thumping beat she could feel in her chest and in every fibre of her being.
She could rest assured that she did smell nice, not that Pietro had noticed or anything. He offered her a reassuring smile as she seemed to be relaxing and just enjoying the dance, which was what mattered and this is what the night had been about. The hand on her side passed over the material of her dress and settled in the curve of her back, long fingers splaying to remain present and encouraging as they continued to dance together.
As the dance continued Pietro leaned down and placed his mouth near Meggan’s ear. “This better?” He asked, hoping she could hear him over the music.
The close proximity of bodies made for a very hot environment and it was a little hard to think past the warmth and the steady beat of the music, but Pietro was thankfully able to process things faster than most people and so he was able to remain in the moment instead of being swept away by it.
Meggan bit her lower lip when Pietro’s hand pressed against the curve of her back and she moved closer at the touch. She tilted her head when he spoke against her ear and she nodded her head, “This is really good,” she reassured as someone knocked into them and she ended up pressed a tad closer to Pietro as a result before she put the distance back between them.
She looked around and then went up on her toes to speak into his ear, “I’m really enjoying it. Are you having fun?” she asked, her mouth as close to his ear as his was to hers.
She really was having a good time and she felt very safe with Pietro there and she didn’t think she’d want to dance with anyone else. She was with the best person in the whole club, so why would she want to spend time with anyone else. But... what if Pietro wanted to dance with another girl? She’d seen a lot of really pretty girls looking like they wanted his attention.
Pietro turned his head ever so slightly when Meggan leaned up to speak to him, brow furrowing as his ears picked out her words from around the loud noises of the club. “Yeah,” he returned as he also tipped his head to speak directly into her ear. “This is fun.” And it was, just getting out and spending some time with well, a friend, he would guess. Plus Meggan didn’t judge, she accepted you for what you were, be it good or bad.
It was as Meggan was busy speaking to him that Pietro lifted his eyes and noticed a few guys muttering amongst themselves and gesturing towards Meggan. It didn’t take a telepath to know exactly what they were thinking. Pietro’s eyes narrowed and his expression hardened, especially as they didn’t look like the nicest of guys. Not that he would say he was a nice guy, but they seemed like the sort of guys who went out to find a girl to take home for the night and that was it. They were definitely not getting anywhere near Meggan.
“So this is dancing,” Pietro remarked. “It can be fun, provided you have the right partner.” Kind of like sex, but he wasn’t about to bring that topic up. Especially as Jono seemed to have done a really good job of putting Meggan off it.
“I don’t think I want to dance with anyone else ever again,” Meggan announced pretty confident in her opinion. After all, he was the best person here and she pressed a little bit closer because she saw some pretty girls - much prettier than her - looking at each other and at Pietro like they wanted to dance with him, but they couldn’t, because he was dancing with her tonight.
She rested her head against his shoulder so she could still speak to him without having to shout too much to be heard over the music. “There are people here who want to dance with you,” she said, a little sulkily, but then he was a nice guy and he was handsome (and she knew that was the right word because she’d called a boy ‘pretty’ before and she’d been corrected. One of the kids in her year at school whose name she couldn’t remember right now, but she’d been told that ‘handsome’ was the term used to describe boys), so she understood why they might.
“I like dancing,” she decided finally, “I’d like to do it again, but people keep bumping me. Is that normal?”
Pietro gave a chuckle at her comments about not wanting to dance with anyone else ever again. “Yeah, just wait until you find a boy you like.” He arched an eyebrow when she pressed closer, but didn’t say anything as he figured she was just enjoying the music or seeking reassurance which weirdly enough he was at the moment.
Huh, he hadn’t noticed the people who wanted to dance with him. That could be due to the fact he was too busy keeping an eye out for lecherous guys that had ill intent towards Meggan who wouldn’t know what to do with that sort of attention. “Well, you and I are dancing right now and that’s why I took you out tonight so guess they’re going to have to suck it up.”
Pietro leaned back and offered a far more genuine smile. “You do? Well that’s good. Glad it hasn’t been a scarring experience.” At her question about being bumped into Pietro was himself bumped into and he turned his head, blue eyes narrowing at the person in question. “Unfortunately it’s the peril of dancing in such close proximity to other people.”
Meggan looked at Pietro, lifting her head for a moment to look at him with mischief in her eyes. “I thought I wasn’t ever allowed to find a boy,” she pointed out, “So you’ll have to stay my favourite person to dance with.” She grinned and then settled her head against him again because she was comfortable. At least, until he leaned back to look at the person who had bumped into him.
Well, it was good fun and Pietro was really nice and it made her so mad when people said he wasn’t nice because he was, damnit, and no one understood because he wasn’t the person everyone kept telling her he was.
Impulsively, she leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Can we get a drink? I’m thirsty.” Also, it meant they weren’t in the line of sight for the people that kept looking at Pietro. She didn’t like that. She wanted them to stop.
“There is that,” Pietro conceded with a smirk. He was taken aback by the kiss to his cheek and then just rubbed at the back of his neck. “Yeah, sure. C’mon.” He pulled back from her, offered her his hand and when she took a hold began his way out of the crowd. Thankfully he was quite tall and it was easy for him to navigate the masses of people that were present in the bar.
He tightened his grip on Meggan’s hand and then pulled her forward, guiding her towards the edge of the bar itself before he joined her. “What do you want?” He asked, leaning down so he was able to hear her response.
“Um... what is there to drink?” Meggan asked curiously, “Can I have a juice? Or a milkshake?” She looked at all the bottles on the bar, not able to read all of the labels because a lot of the words didn’t make any sense. They looked made up. Why would people make up words to put on drinks? That didn’t help anyone who was not sure what drink they wanted.
She leaned on the bar and smiled at the bartender as he glanced their way.
Pietro decided to order Meggan a non-alcoholic cocktail which was a combination of fruit juices because he knew this bar had those as well as the alcoholic kind and he was going to get himself a beer, but that was all. Just one beer. Not that he could get drunk given his mutant power, but better safe than sorry.
Meggan had already caught the bartender’s attention so it was pretty easy for Pietro to lean across the bar and murmur their drink order to the bartender. His accent sometimes made it difficult for people to understand what he was saying, but thankfully this bartender got it straight away.
When Meggan was given a colourful drink with a straw in it, she almost squealed in excitement and drew it closer to her, sipping the liquid through the straw. It tasted fruity and sweet and cold. She wrinkled her nose as the chill of the cocktail hit the back of her throat, but bright-eyed she looked at Pietro with a smile around her straw to thank him for it. It was really sweet which she liked a lot. Someone nudged her, a man with his hand somewhere it shouldn’t be so she moved a little closer to Pietro because she didn’t like the hand on her lower back.
“This is really nice,” she said, turning the straw to Pietro, “you want to try some? What are you drinking?” She squinted at the label, “Broo- brooklyn- brooklyn win- brooklyn winter ale... What’s that?”
Pietro turned his head at the exact moment Meggan smiled at him and despite his dark outlook on life and on people he smiled, not a smirk, but an actual smile. Meggan just took joy in pretty much everything that life had to offer and he didn’t always understand it, but he could tell it was genuine so he wasn’t about to rain on her parade.
“I’m good,” he assured her as he took a slow pull from his bottle. The liquid was cool and welcome on both tongue and throat especially as the club seemed to suck the moisture right out of the air. “And this,” he remarked as he took a look at the bottle. “Is beer. It’s alcoholic and not to everybody’s taste.”
Meggan’s curiousity got the better of her and she reached out, curling her fingers around Pietro’s wrist and gently used the touch to draw his hand - and the bottle - closer to herself so she could sniff the top of the bottle. She wrinkled her nose at the smell as it hit her nose and she recoiled a little bit. That didn’t smell nice at all. That smelt gross.
“I don’t like the way it smells,” she pointed out, though that much was clear by the look on her face. “Maybe I’ll try some next time.” As if it would smell different next time. She took another few sips of her fruity drink, bopping on the spot to the music that was still thrumming around her. “What does it taste like?”
Pietro watched as Meggan sniffed at his drink and arched an eyebrow when apparrently it was not to her liking and just took the bottle back, taking a further drink from it. “Then there’s a good chance you won’t like the way it tastes either.”
He leaned back against the bar and made himself comfortable in his perch, glancing around to familiarise himself with faces and potential exits. Pietro never relaxed, especially when out in public. You never could be certain and you always needed to be ready to move at the slightest inclination.
“What does it taste like?” Pietro hollered over the music. Uh, good question. It was kind of difficult to explain. “I have no idea how to explain what it tastes like.” And he really didn’t. “Guess you’re going to have to try it one of these days to find out.” A long finger pointed in her direction. “Not tonight mind you.”
“Why not tonight?” Meggan asked, almost deliberately challenging him but at the same time the beaming smile on her face indicated that she was busy having far too much fun to be too upset if he said no and gave an explanation as to why she couldn’t drink beer tonight. The people around her still felt fuzzy, and that made the edges of her mind feel fuzzy too, and there was light in the air around them, waves in different colours as Meggan’s eyes moved around above them, distracted momentarily by all the bright colours around her.
She didn’t know what it was she was looking at, only that it was distracting. She reached out and tugged on Pietro’s pointed finger that had been aiming at her. “Can you see the lights?” she asked, directing her gaze back up again. It was like a stream of energy going over their heads and between the people, like a river breaking over people like water broke over rocks.
Pietro struggled for an answer for an all of a second before his mind offered it up and he turned to Meggan to deliver it. “Because tonight was about learning how to dance, not how to drink beer.” And there, answer given, hopefully she would accept it and just go right back to enjoying the evening.
When she tugged on his finger he lifted an eyebrow, eyes flicking upwards as if he’d be able to see whatever it was that Meggan could see. “Uh...” he muttered as he even went so far as to squint like that was magically going to make something appear. “Nope. Not one little bit. Whatever you’re seeing is definitely just you, Meggan.” And with that he took another slow sip from his bottle.
His power lay in speed and hers was elsewhere.
Meggan wrinkled her nose. “Like the lady in the city,” she said finally. She looked up again, and then around them before she shook her head, trying to look at the world like it normally was, not like how it was when she could see everything and it was distracting. She pursed her lips at Pietro before she returned to sipping at her drink. “When we’ve finished this, can we do more dancing?” she asked, taking hold of his other hand and twirling herself under his arm.
“What time do we have to go home?”
“Lady in the city?” Pietro repeated, wondering what the story was behind that comment.
Pietro tipped his head to watch Meggan as she began to spin herself and then just gave a shake of his head, taking a further sip from his beer. When she asked about the time Pietro gave the leather cuff on his right wrist a quick glance, surprised at the time because it was actually kind of late. “We can probably dance a little longer but then we should think about getting back to the school.” Sure he could get them back quickly but he’d promised Wanda he wouldn’t get too much bad attention, be on his best behaviour and he figured this right here was not good behaviour what with the drinking and such.
“Yeah,” Meggan looked a little sad as she thought about the lady. She’d seen her a few times now, and she herself always looked so sad and lonely and a little grey coloured. She shook her head. “All she wants is to be seen but no one ever looks at her, it’s like she’s invisible.” Meggan looked like the thought saddened her, but she did perk up as she continued, “But she always smiles when she sees me because I wave at her. But when I went to talk to her she disappeared.”
Still mastering the art of telling the time, Meggan didn’t really have much concept of how much time had passed, so she was relying on Pietro to make sure that they didn’t miss curfew or anything. “Oh! Will you take me back home the same way we came?” she asked, using his hand to twirl herself again as she drank a little more of her cocktail, over half of it having been drunk now. It made the roof of her mouth feel a little funny and cold but she liked the way it tasted.
A woman who disappeared when somebody came over to talk to her? Huh, that was weird. Maybe he should mention it to Wanda, maybe she’d have some idea about what Meggan might be talking about. It sounded odd, not quite normal, but then again they were mutants so normal didn’t really feature in their lives.
Pietro downed the rest of his beer and placed the bottle back down on the bar before he just nodded his head. “Sure, whatever you want.” It wasn’t like it was an annoyance to him given that moving at speed was a more natural state for Pietro than actually walking. And also? Way quicker than public transport and walking, especially with Meggan in those heels.
“So,” he murmured. “You ready to go for another dance?”
Meggan tipped her head back to finish the cocktail and twirled on the spot herself. Her feet were starting to hurt a little bit but not as much as she thought it might do, like her feet were squished into the shoes to mean that they wouldn’t be so painful for her. That would be good if that happened.
She nodded, putting her empty glass back on the table. She looked at the dance floor and then reached out for Pietro’s hand, wiggling her fingers, indicating that she wanted him to take her hand so that they could go dancing again. She was so happy she was practically glowing, features sharpening even more than before, sharp and bright and ridiculously delighted with the way things were going.
Pietro pushed a breath out and relented, giving the excited young woman his hand, allowing her to take a firmer grip which then turned into movement towards the dancefloor. It didn’t take very long for the crowd to press that much closer and for the teenagers to get lost in the masses, but they were in there, dancing and enjoying the rest of their evening.
And as he promised, when it was time to go back to the school, Pietro did it with Meggan in his arms and at very high speed. Much to her delight, especially as it meant she didn’t have to walk any further in those heels of hers.
With Meggan at her door, Pietro took his leave. Overall the night had been a success, Meggan got to dance and do the things she hadn’t been able to when she had missed out on that other night out and she seemed to enjoy it. Also? It had been good to get away for a night and in the company of well, he supposed he could call her a friend, which was just weird in itself. Pietro hadn’t really had friends before.
Huh, weird things were happening.
Hopefully he wouldn’t do anything stupid to sabotage it for fear of losing everything, but he was good at being stupid.