phaselocknroll | Shenanigans!

[ He grins all the more when he hears her, and for once, he's silent. He really does like her voice, likes that she's comfortable enough around him to hum or sing or dance.

He was used to doing a lot of stuff by himself for so long, but it's nice as hell to have a partner. ]

[ god, this really is the cheesiest fucking song ever. She's not sure how she ended up with it, or how she knows it so well. Never in a million years would she have thought she'd find herself listening to songs about things like love and marriage and babies. (Babies? Yeah, no thanks. But... hm. "Maya Quill". She'd never thought of that before.)

Funny how his presence in her life has changed so much, and she wouldn't trade it for anything. Part of her had expected a relationship to feel stifling, like the abbey, but she's never felt more free.

She breaks off her humming to lean in and kiss him, slowly, gently, as they dance. ]

[ He returns the kiss in kind -- slowly, gently -- then pulls away to press a kiss on her forehead. ]

... Cute song, by the way.

Edited (htmlllll) 2014-10-24 19:20 (UTC)

Hah. I guess I kind of have ecclectic taste.

[ still blushing? Still blushing. ]

Eclectic, sure, but you've still got good taste.

After all, you're datin' me, right? [ He's joking, of course. Mostly. ]

Is that in reference to my taste in men or my taste in music? [ because with Peter, it could go either way. ]

Yep.

[ And he just smirks. ]

Gee thanks. I--

[ It's about then that the next song stars blaring out of her ECHO, and the difference is so jarring, she actually jumps. ]

Damn shuffle.

[ He starts when the music changes, instinctively pulling Maya closer-- then he totally snorts. ]

Shit, that actually scared me. Don't you hate when that happens?

[ She rests her head on his shoulder and just laughs ]

I can't believe that got us both.

To be fair, we were having a moment. A cute, quiet one, where you were being adorable and blushy, before we were so rudely interrupted.

I am not adorable and blushy. We've had this conversation before.

I do appreciate you trying to save me from the big bad synth trumpet, though.

[ She goes ahead and shuts her ECHO off, leaving it on the table with her headphones. ]

[ again, secret five-year-old Peter Quill, ] You are too.

[ He rolls his eyes as she moves (and for the record, he totally would've kicked that synth trumpet's ass), then bounces on the balls of his feet. ]

So. Back to chores, or?

Well, I still gotta clean up the common room, but we can do whatever.

[ He points over his shoulder with his thumb. ]

Y'know, you and I could always grab a drink...?

[ She glances down at her ratty shirt and and equally ratty jeans ] Not somewhere nice, I hope.

[ He grins. ] Personally, I think you look hot no matter what you wear.

Buuuut, nah, we can go find somewhere extra dingy and divey, if you want. With one or two fights already going on, so you don't have to worry about me starting one.

Why the hell not? I feel like I haven't phaselocked a drunken asshole in a while.

Awesome!

[ He moves to wear he left his boots and socks, dropping into a nearby chair to put them back on. ]

So does that mean I have permission to start a brawl?

You have permission to join one.

[ she ducks out to put her mop away and grab her shoes, coming back a moment later. ]

If it's a slow night, then I guess we'll see.

[ Boots and socks back on, he stands. ] C'mon, please, just one? Like, a little one. Just me and one scary-looking dude, if he looks at one of us funny.

I thought you said I wasn't going to have to worry about you starting any fights.

Was hoping you'd missed that.

Alright, alright. I'll be good.

Hey, if someone else starts it, you're free to join in. I'd just rather not spend my evening bailing you out of jail.

[ He grimaces -- after all, the last time she had bailed him out hadn't been entirely pleasant. ]

Yeah, alright, fair point.

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