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"Pig's blood is a really good soup," She replied to the first with a snicker. She'd actually had pig's blood soup at a Chinese place down in the outskirts of New Orleans a couple times. But the Carrie reference totally passed over her head.
She took his hand with a grin, but when the DJ pointed straight at them, nodding his head as he started to spin a mix, Threnody could only burst out in shocked laughter. To anyone who knew her longer than Deadpool, it was the kind of laughter she never seemed to indulge in - even around those she was relatively close to. Genuine, full and completely without shame or embarrassment. The girl was very relaxed in the arms of her date. And perhaps just a little buzzed.
Okay, she was as buzzed as she could be without actually having consumed alcohol or the energy of a recently dead creature. She knew, somewhere in her head, that being around Deadpool was probably not the best thing for her. But it was like telling a junkie not to shoot up anymore and then trusting them to hold onto the last of the heroine while you leave the room for a half hour. Nothing was stopping her from going to see him as often as she could get away with and now she had him here.
Happily letting him lead her in any dance he wanted to. She could ballroom quite well, the private school she'd gone to in her former life having made lessons in all the 'ladylike' activities a priority. Threnody was a wealth of high class studies tucked inside a shell of decay.
"I want to put people to shame," she whispered loudly over the music as a riff allowed her to be pulled in close. She never felt she could show off or be a part of something - for the first time in a very long time, she wanted to be the center of attention. It was probably the contact high.