[ He gives him the weirdest look for a second before he realizes- Peter was probably just a kid when he left Earth. The works of one William Shakespeare were probably not in the curriculum. ]
Shakespeare play. If you've ever heard the quote, "double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble", that's where it comes from.
[ That look makes him feel a little embarrassed, even a little stupid, and when Charlie mentions Shakespeare, it sort of clicks into place. He forgets, sometimes, that Charlie is a giant nerd who owned a book store and is five million times smarter than him. ]
Sounds familiar.
[ he takes a look around, slow and casual, before nodding toward the hallway. ]
[ he certainly doesn't want to make Peter feel stupid, and usually he's pretty good about reminding himself that there are certain things about Earth that Peter just isn't going to know. Every once in a while, things just sort of slip out. ]
[ One more glance around, and he's pulling Charlie toward the hallway he pointed out earlier. The lights are dimmer here -- an unofficial signal to the guests that the area isn't meant to be explored -- which gives Peter the opportunity to push Charlie up against the wall unnoticed.
Aaaand he's totally making out with him. Well, at least he waited. ]
[ Honestly, he's a little impressed that Peter made it this far, what with all his teasing. It's hard to remember they're here on business with the way Peter is kissing him, hard not to get lost in the heady sensation of pent-up desire as he bites at Peter's lower lip and tangles his fingers in his hair.
And it's really hard to notice when someone nearby clears their throat- so much so that they have to do it again, giving a warning "Gentleman."
It's the woman from before, the assistant. She moves in like she means to separate them, but once she gets close, she offers up a small device- Charlie likens it to a flash drive- discreetly between them. Her eyes say take it but her mouth goes, "I'm going to have to ask you to go back to the main hall. This area is off-limits to guests." ]
[ It takes a whole lot of willpower for Peter to bite back his swear, because things were just starting to get good. As it is, he coughs a little awkwardly, smooths his hair back and his clothing down, and nods at the assistant.
Blink and miss it: as he reaches a hand out to direct Charlie away, he takes the device from her. By the time his hand rests on Charlie's back, he's already tucked the device safely away into his sleeve. ]
[ Charlie takes the time to compose himself- he knows Peter has the whole sleight of hand thing down to a science- because that got heated a lot faster than he thought it would.
He gives the woman what probably passes for a polite nod of compliance, but he really means it in thanks. She nods back, and makes her way back out the way she came.
[ He's also a liar, and he offers Charlie a smirk. Once they're back in the party proper, Peter takes a quick look around, absorbs the details in a glance as they move.
The host of the party is interrupted mid-conversation by a small, prim younger man -- another assistant, if Peter had to make a guess. Men in suits -- sharp but plain (uniforms, maybe?) -- are scanning the crowd, eyes sharp when before they were only staring. A couple of those men are breaking off to enter the kitchens.
Peter ducks down, his expression unchanging, under the guise of intimate conversation. ]
[ Peter's plan is totally to leave her here, but that's because he's a selfish prick.
He turns to check on the guards, inclining his head a little to make it look as though he's greeting someone. Those that entered the kitchen have left and are walking toward the hallway Peter and Charlie just left. ]
Any chance someone might've overheard you in the kitchen?
[ The exit is just right there, and they could totally just cheese it. Apparently they haven't been caught out just yet, and if they're quick about it, they won't be caught out at all.
Still, Peter hesitates.
Eventually he sighs -- loudly -- and gives Charlie a look that basically screams, Maxwell, you're so not cut out for this line of work. He starts hurrying back to the hallway. ]
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What's Macbeth?
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Shakespeare play. If you've ever heard the quote, "double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble", that's where it comes from.
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Sounds familiar.
[ he takes a look around, slow and casual, before nodding toward the hallway. ]
Have I been patient enough yet?
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I think you have.
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Aaaand he's totally making out with him. Well, at least he waited. ]
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And it's really hard to notice when someone nearby clears their throat- so much so that they have to do it again, giving a warning "Gentleman."
It's the woman from before, the assistant. She moves in like she means to separate them, but once she gets close, she offers up a small device- Charlie likens it to a flash drive- discreetly between them. Her eyes say take it but her mouth goes, "I'm going to have to ask you to go back to the main hall. This area is off-limits to guests." ]
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Blink and miss it: as he reaches a hand out to direct Charlie away, he takes the device from her. By the time his hand rests on Charlie's back, he's already tucked the device safely away into his sleeve. ]
My apologies. We'll be on our way, ma'am.
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He gives the woman what probably passes for a polite nod of compliance, but he really means it in thanks. She nods back, and makes her way back out the way she came.
Charlie slips his arm around Peter's waist. ]
Mm. I'm bored with this party.
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Be proud of him.
As it is, he wraps his own arm around Charlie's shoulders, leaning in a little closer. ]
Does that mean we get to enjoy our own party, now?
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[ He's also a liar, and he offers Charlie a smirk. Once they're back in the party proper, Peter takes a quick look around, absorbs the details in a glance as they move.
The host of the party is interrupted mid-conversation by a small, prim younger man -- another assistant, if Peter had to make a guess. Men in suits -- sharp but plain (uniforms, maybe?) -- are scanning the crowd, eyes sharp when before they were only staring. A couple of those men are breaking off to enter the kitchens.
Peter ducks down, his expression unchanging, under the guise of intimate conversation. ]
Something's wrong. We've gotta leave now.
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What is it?
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Pretty sure your new girlfriend just got ratted out.
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He turns to check on the guards, inclining his head a little to make it look as though he's greeting someone. Those that entered the kitchen have left and are walking toward the hallway Peter and Charlie just left. ]
Any chance someone might've overheard you in the kitchen?
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[ He chances a look at the hallway ] Think she made it out okay?
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You-- you don't wanna check do you?
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Still, Peter hesitates.
Eventually he sighs -- loudly -- and gives Charlie a look that basically screams, Maxwell, you're so not cut out for this line of work. He starts hurrying back to the hallway. ]
You owe me for this, Glinda.
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[ just gonna follow along, then! ]
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