smoking cigarettes in the afterglow // black cat. (purrfectlydrunk) wrote in thequadrangle, @ 2011-02-14 22:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | black cat, spider-man |
Thread: Black Cat and Spider-Man
Who: Felicia Hardy and Peter Parker (and, really, if anyone else wanted to sub-thread or have a random run-in here, feel free, because they're in the middle of Stark-bash 2011).
Where: The club where Tony and St. John's Valentine's par-tay is being held
When: February 14, 2011
What: Felicia had planned on getting royally wasted and enjoying friend-with-benefit...er, benefits for Valentine's Day. But then Peter asked her to go to the party and she found out Tom was going with some other girl. So she figured she'd sober up a little, get a new dress and go, you know, mack on Peter. As she does. Peter likes it.
Felicia wasn't going to say that she was disappointed with the way the evening was turning out. Actually, she was enjoying herself. Not that the new black dress and fuck-me boots she'd bought while she should have been in class (with money she didn't actually have) had a lot to do with that. Although they did help things. That and it gave her a chance to wear the necklace her father had given her when she was 16 -- a red-jeweled choker. Granted, she thought that they were glass stones, but, considering who her father was, they probably weren't.
And Peter was... well, he was a dork in the strictest sense of the word. And yet somehow adorable. Not that that made her want to protect his sweet, sweet innocence instead of corrupting the hell out of him with booze and drugs but, still, he was cute.
Luckily for everyone involved, she did remember who he was and why he was at her door when he'd shown up -- thanks again to the aforementioned sobering up -- though Felicia was certain she was still a little tipsy. And that was only going to get worse as the night went on. And, if Peter was as shy as he was adorable, he was in for one hell of a night, because she was teetering that line between still being lady-like in public and actually groping him from the moment he showed up. As it was, by the time they got to the club, she had one of her hands securely slipped into one of his back pockets.
"Tell me you dance. And if you don't dance, tell me you drink." Because anyone who got drunk enough danced.