Re: Greg & Ophelia
"Oh-kay, let's take a walk," Greg said with a grin because she really needed to get somewhere where people wouldn't see all this crazy magic happening. He hoped she could get it under control if she just got a minute to sober up a little or he might just have to get those vines off her which would totally suck but their magic was a secret for a reason. He put his hand on her shoulder to lead her off the porch and out into the garden where it was at least a little darker. "Can you make it stop?" he asked but he couldn't keep from laughing so it didn't sound as serious as it probably should.
Was she still doing it? Fuck! It was hard to concentrate on anything when she could feel Greg’s hand on her mostly-bare shoulder. And he was just so ... shirtless, and all red, and why was that even attractive? She walked with him, feeling like her feet barely touched the ground, and realized they were walking away from the house and to somewhere more secluded and ohgod, everything Jen had told her to do came back to her, only all jumbled, and she was just all a-flutter. “I don’t know,” she half-whined, half-giggled. “It’s tonight, there’s something happening, it’s not me!” But it was, at the same time. She was blooming, just like he said. All over. There were some trees back there, convenient to get sheltered under, and they only made Phee feel even better. “I’m so sorry, you have to go,” she murmured to the vines as she started trying to pull them off. They only twisted around her hand, almost playfully, and Phee let out another flurry of giggles.
Greg was laughing too, even if somewhere underneath the amusement and admiration he realized just how powerful she could be and how she could use that power for horrible things. The vines looked like they had a personality of their own and he wondered idly if it was just an extension of her or if he was going to have to watch his step in gardens from now on to not hurt plant feelings or something. "Do you need help?" he asked and despite the somewhat dark path his thought had taken it was hard to actually care when Phee looked this delighted and delightful.
Phee did her best to get her vines under control, making happy noises the whole time. They were just reacting to her -- they wanted to play, just like she did. But they couldn’t, because people were around. Muggle people. Greg knew, so he was okay, but everybody else ... “Yeah,” she answered, turning her back to him. The back of the dress was pretty low, so she’d criss-crossed ivy over her exposed skin, but now there were too many flowers. “Just kinda ... start pulling, they’ll come off,” she told Greg, and it was so not just an excuse to make him touch her again. Phee got busy unwinding the vine from one arm, and then the other. It was more cooperative now as she exerted some drunk will on it.
Greg knew damn well that the last thing he needed to be doing was sort of undressing Phee. Okay so he wasn't undressing her but it really felt like it when he started gently peeling vines off her back. He'd ditched the giant glove pretty early on in the party - the last he'd seen it a couple of his teammates were playing with it - and now he was glad because he could use both hands. "You're like Poison Ivy," he chuckled. "Don't go hooking up with Victoria."
She let out a little gasp and glanced at him over her shoulder. “I didn’t even think of her! Damn. Opportunity wasted. Maybe next year. ... gross, though,” Phee declared, because who would want to hook up with Victoria? Not her. Jen, maybe ... She twisted a bit to untangle herself the rest of the way and was finally free of the vines. She hadn’t realized just how flowery they were now, but Phee couldn’t fret about it. Instead she grinned at Greg and reached up to drape one section over his head, like a lei. “Now you’re Hawaiian Hellboy,” she murmured, pleased.