Lil and Pietro; Backdated to May 10th.
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om_mainLil and Pietro hang out at the cast party! Backdated to May 10th!
Though he'd already handed off one of the tiny bottles of absinthe to Lorna, Pietro had a few others stockpiled. He hadn't wanted to give his little sister a huge stock of it for obvious reasons--yeah, okay, he knew she could handle herself, but he was trying to be responsible, tonight.
Still, he couldn't avoid the urge to try the infamous Pam Poovey Green Russian, while he actually had the ingredients on hand. Green carnations. Green drinks. Lorna had a point, okay?
The problem was... that shit could really fuck someone up. And Pietro did not need to get fucked up. And that was why, once he had actually managed to create this lovely, minty-smelling, creamy green cocktail, Pietro found himself circling the party at a super slow rate (because, hey, martini glass!) and hoping to god that Lil hadn't bailed. He thought he'd seen her earlier, and--
Ah-ha! There!
Grinning, he marched right up to her and held the drink out. "I brought you a tribute, my goddess."
Well, Scott wasn't around (of course he'd looked before he said that!), so he figured it was safe to reference that night.
Both of the giantess' eyebrows went up in surprise - at his appearance, his words and, most importantly, his drink. Hopefully, this wasn't some sign of what was to come: that she was going to need to be drunk all weekend to enjoy the show... but she sure as hell wasn't going to turn whatever he'd brought her down. "A tribute, huh?" Lil asked as she reached for it. "What is it?"
Pietro handed it off. "A Green Russian. Absinthe, Creme de Menthe, Smirnoff, and milk. I decided to buy my green-haired sister some appropriately themed alcohol, what with the green boy as the lead and her on-stage love interest..." Well, it'd make more sense if he was drunk. Alas, too many babies at this party, so it was not meant to be. Didn't mean he couldn't give his friends gifts!
"All that green. You'd think this was some late St. Patrick's Day party or something," came the snort before she lifted the drink to sniff at it. "Not that I'm complaining or anything. I'd never turn down tributes from my worshipers." An with that, Lil's other hand reached out to run through Pietro's hair while she took a rather large sip.
Mmm, and who needed drinks when he had that? Pietro practically purred--Lil was really good at that--even as he watched her face for a reaction to the drink. "It's preeeeeetty strong, but..."
He wasn't lying. Lil's nose wrinkled slightly after she'd swallowed. "Well, then, I guess it's a good thing that I am, too," the giantess laughed, adding a little scratch of her nails over his scalp to the petting motion.
"Mmm, yeah, true," he agreed--though, to be fair, he probably would've agreed with anything she said right then. It was the most relaxed he'd felt all night, already. Seeing as the entire endeavor had been undertaken to make his roommate feel pretty, that was, perhaps, not so weird, but still. "But I am trying to be good and not drink, tonight. But I guess a sip wouldn't kill me. If it's good?"
She chuckled at that and let her hand fall away from his hair. "Uh huh. It's good, yeah," the giantess said, offering him the cup. "But you know if we start splitting drinks, it still counts as drinking."
Pietro leaned in a little to sniff at the green drink. "A sip is not drinking." He was more capable of argument now she wasn't playing with his hair, yes. "Mainly I'm afraid some of the babies will get into the liquor and end up in a bad way, so someone has to wear the grown-up pants. Eames is abstaining too--if you can believe it."
Two least likely ever...
"Pfft. Being responsible sucks," she replied and chuckled again. "We should have a big kids party after the little ones go to bed. Then you and Eames can drink all you want. And me, too."
Pietro experienced a fleeting moment of nostalgia for The Way Things Were: Drunk on a bed with Eames and Lil, and alllll the games in the world to play.
Oh, how things could change in just a few months. For the best, but still. Good times.
"That's not a bad idea--maybe after the show, actually. A much smaller gathering, with a select invite list." Pietro glanced around, a little smirk on his face, and then realized, "Speaking of, where's your arm candy?" Not that he expected Summers to stick around a party too long, if he even came, but still.
"He's around. Dunno how long we're gonna stay tonight, though," she admitted with a small smirk. More than half the school distracted by the party meant alone time that would more likely than not go uninterrupted. "No offence to your party throwing skills or anything," Lil added quickly.
But the smirk told him everything he needed to know. Pietro smirked riiiiight back. "Uh-huh. I won't take offence if it's for a good cause." He waggled his eyebrows a little.
"Totally for a good cause, I promise," she returned with another grin. "Not that I
don't love hanging out with all you weirdo actors..." The smirk turned positively devious. "I guess I shouldn't go up to Vic and start talking about the Scottish Play, huh?"
Pietro laughed. "That boy is wound so fucking tight, I think he'd explode if you did. I legit just told Vance to be his PA and make sure he has a good time tonight--he's totally stressy.
"Though I dare not hope he'll have as good a time as you." More smirking. "He'd feel a lot better if he did, though, let's be real."
"Well, yeah," Lil agreed with a shrug then pointed at the drink Pietro was still holding. "You gonna taste that or just keep holding it? 'Cause I'd like to have it back if you're only gonna use it as an accessory.
"Oh, sorry, was distracted by your hotness." Pietro sipped, spared a wide-eyed dramatic look for how goddamn strong it was, then passed it back. "Not gonna lie, Lil. I am kind of a bad-ass bartender."
"Depends on your definition of bad-ass. You serve drinks like this," she said, waving the drink at him, "at a bar and you're gonna be in trouble. For one, you'd probably charge too little for it because of being distracted by the hotness of girls like me and two, you'd put people on their asses or on their knees puking in the bathroom and then they won't buy more drinks." Okay. so she'd thought about it. 'Bartender' was right up there with 'security guard' for her career options. "But since, this is free and I ain't hanging all night, I'm gonna drink it all and then make you make me another or two at the big kid party."
"Aw, see, you set me up like you were gonna knock me down for a second there, but then you built me up nice and tall and bad-ass again." Pietro nudged her with a shoulder and grinned.
"Just one of the many reasons the goddess gets any drinks she wants."
"Oh yeah?" Lil asked, eyebrows lifting slightly just before a devious grin pulled at her lips once more. "And what are some of those other reasons?"
"I could tell ya, but then your boyfriend would have to kill me," Pietro quipped, bumping her with his hip--but not enough to slosh the radioactive-looking drink. "No, seriously. You deserve it. That's why. Glad you came for a while.".
"Ain't anything he ain't experienced," she answered with the same smirk. Of course, she hadn't told Scott what exactly had happened with her and Pietro and Eames during their break - and she wasn't planning to either - so while his discretion was appreciated, Lil also enjoyed the memory of their drunken, silly night in the empty dorm room. "But yeah, I totally do deserve it," the tall girl pretended to preen, tossing her hair over her shoulder before taking a sip of the drink. "And I'm glad I came, too. I don't hang out enough with people, I guess."
"There are pluses and minuses to that situation for sure," Pietro said with a snort. But he was watching her preen and smiling happily, glad he'd had the effect he'd been going for. "You probably got the right idea. Little bit of us. Little bit of action. Perfect night."
"I may be as smart as a brick when it comes to books and school shit but when it comes to having a good time?" Lil lifted her drink as if to toast them both. "Sweetie, I'm a fucking genius."
Though he'd already handed off one of the tiny bottles of absinthe to Lorna, Pietro had a few others stockpiled. He hadn't wanted to give his little sister a huge stock of it for obvious reasons--yeah, okay, he knew she could handle herself, but he was trying to be responsible, tonight.
Still, he couldn't avoid the urge to try the infamous Pam Poovey Green Russian, while he actually had the ingredients on hand. Green carnations. Green drinks. Lorna had a point, okay?
The problem was... that shit could really fuck someone up. And Pietro did not need to get fucked up. And that was why, once he had actually managed to create this lovely, minty-smelling, creamy green cocktail, Pietro found himself circling the party at a super slow rate (because, hey, martini glass!) and hoping to god that Lil hadn't bailed. He thought he'd seen her earlier, and--
Ah-ha! There!
Grinning, he marched right up to her and held the drink out. "I brought you a tribute, my goddess."
Well, Scott wasn't around (of course he'd looked before he said that!), so he figured it was safe to reference that night.
Both of the giantess' eyebrows went up in surprise - at his appearance, his words and, most importantly, his drink. Hopefully, this wasn't some sign of what was to come: that she was going to need to be drunk all weekend to enjoy the show... but she sure as hell wasn't going to turn whatever he'd brought her down. "A tribute, huh?" Lil asked as she reached for it. "What is it?"
Pietro handed it off. "A Green Russian. Absinthe, Creme de Menthe, Smirnoff, and milk. I decided to buy my green-haired sister some appropriately themed alcohol, what with the green boy as the lead and her on-stage love interest..." Well, it'd make more sense if he was drunk. Alas, too many babies at this party, so it was not meant to be. Didn't mean he couldn't give his friends gifts!
"All that green. You'd think this was some late St. Patrick's Day party or something," came the snort before she lifted the drink to sniff at it. "Not that I'm complaining or anything. I'd never turn down tributes from my worshipers." An with that, Lil's other hand reached out to run through Pietro's hair while she took a rather large sip.
Mmm, and who needed drinks when he had that? Pietro practically purred--Lil was really good at that--even as he watched her face for a reaction to the drink. "It's preeeeeetty strong, but..."
He wasn't lying. Lil's nose wrinkled slightly after she'd swallowed. "Well, then, I guess it's a good thing that I am, too," the giantess laughed, adding a little scratch of her nails over his scalp to the petting motion.
"Mmm, yeah, true," he agreed--though, to be fair, he probably would've agreed with anything she said right then. It was the most relaxed he'd felt all night, already. Seeing as the entire endeavor had been undertaken to make his roommate feel pretty, that was, perhaps, not so weird, but still. "But I am trying to be good and not drink, tonight. But I guess a sip wouldn't kill me. If it's good?"
She chuckled at that and let her hand fall away from his hair. "Uh huh. It's good, yeah," the giantess said, offering him the cup. "But you know if we start splitting drinks, it still counts as drinking."
Pietro leaned in a little to sniff at the green drink. "A sip is not drinking." He was more capable of argument now she wasn't playing with his hair, yes. "Mainly I'm afraid some of the babies will get into the liquor and end up in a bad way, so someone has to wear the grown-up pants. Eames is abstaining too--if you can believe it."
Two least likely ever...
"Pfft. Being responsible sucks," she replied and chuckled again. "We should have a big kids party after the little ones go to bed. Then you and Eames can drink all you want. And me, too."
Pietro experienced a fleeting moment of nostalgia for The Way Things Were: Drunk on a bed with Eames and Lil, and alllll the games in the world to play.
Oh, how things could change in just a few months. For the best, but still. Good times.
"That's not a bad idea--maybe after the show, actually. A much smaller gathering, with a select invite list." Pietro glanced around, a little smirk on his face, and then realized, "Speaking of, where's your arm candy?" Not that he expected Summers to stick around a party too long, if he even came, but still.
"He's around. Dunno how long we're gonna stay tonight, though," she admitted with a small smirk. More than half the school distracted by the party meant alone time that would more likely than not go uninterrupted. "No offence to your party throwing skills or anything," Lil added quickly.
But the smirk told him everything he needed to know. Pietro smirked riiiiight back. "Uh-huh. I won't take offence if it's for a good cause." He waggled his eyebrows a little.
"Totally for a good cause, I promise," she returned with another grin. "Not that I
don't love hanging out with all you weirdo actors..." The smirk turned positively devious. "I guess I shouldn't go up to Vic and start talking about the Scottish Play, huh?"
Pietro laughed. "That boy is wound so fucking tight, I think he'd explode if you did. I legit just told Vance to be his PA and make sure he has a good time tonight--he's totally stressy.
"Though I dare not hope he'll have as good a time as you." More smirking. "He'd feel a lot better if he did, though, let's be real."
"Well, yeah," Lil agreed with a shrug then pointed at the drink Pietro was still holding. "You gonna taste that or just keep holding it? 'Cause I'd like to have it back if you're only gonna use it as an accessory.
"Oh, sorry, was distracted by your hotness." Pietro sipped, spared a wide-eyed dramatic look for how goddamn strong it was, then passed it back. "Not gonna lie, Lil. I am kind of a bad-ass bartender."
"Depends on your definition of bad-ass. You serve drinks like this," she said, waving the drink at him, "at a bar and you're gonna be in trouble. For one, you'd probably charge too little for it because of being distracted by the hotness of girls like me and two, you'd put people on their asses or on their knees puking in the bathroom and then they won't buy more drinks." Okay. so she'd thought about it. 'Bartender' was right up there with 'security guard' for her career options. "But since, this is free and I ain't hanging all night, I'm gonna drink it all and then make you make me another or two at the big kid party."
"Aw, see, you set me up like you were gonna knock me down for a second there, but then you built me up nice and tall and bad-ass again." Pietro nudged her with a shoulder and grinned.
"Just one of the many reasons the goddess gets any drinks she wants."
"Oh yeah?" Lil asked, eyebrows lifting slightly just before a devious grin pulled at her lips once more. "And what are some of those other reasons?"
"I could tell ya, but then your boyfriend would have to kill me," Pietro quipped, bumping her with his hip--but not enough to slosh the radioactive-looking drink. "No, seriously. You deserve it. That's why. Glad you came for a while.".
"Ain't anything he ain't experienced," she answered with the same smirk. Of course, she hadn't told Scott what exactly had happened with her and Pietro and Eames during their break - and she wasn't planning to either - so while his discretion was appreciated, Lil also enjoyed the memory of their drunken, silly night in the empty dorm room. "But yeah, I totally do deserve it," the tall girl pretended to preen, tossing her hair over her shoulder before taking a sip of the drink. "And I'm glad I came, too. I don't hang out enough with people, I guess."
"There are pluses and minuses to that situation for sure," Pietro said with a snort. But he was watching her preen and smiling happily, glad he'd had the effect he'd been going for. "You probably got the right idea. Little bit of us. Little bit of action. Perfect night."
"I may be as smart as a brick when it comes to books and school shit but when it comes to having a good time?" Lil lifted her drink as if to toast them both. "Sweetie, I'm a fucking genius."
