[ He grins in return before drinking down a little more than half of his drink. Apparently he decides he’s done with it, though, feeling that particular buzz that comes with those first introductory steps into getting shitfaced. He hadn’t planned on getting drunk tonight, honestly, and he still doesn’t plan to, which is why he’s stopping for now.
That, and there are more important things to take care of tonight, and emboldened by the drink, by the atmosphere, he rests a hand lightly against Gamora’s elbow. ]
[ It’s not an unfamiliar request, though now is obviously a much better time for it. Whether it’s the effects of the glitter or a genuine desire to dance with him, Gamora doesn’t try to shrug him off with a token argument. Instead, she finishes off her own drink, setting the empty glass aside. ]
I think I can humor another.
[ And she says “another,” rather than giving him the stipulation of “one more.”
It’s as close to an open invitation as Gamora will probably get. ]
[ And he grins at that, delighted and excited all at once. If pressed, Peter would admit he probably hasn’t smiled this much in one sitting since they arrived here; he’d agree that this is the most fun he’s had in a long while.
But right now, that hardly comes to mind, and he cordons off all the bullshit that happened with Ego away into a dark corner, forgotten and ignored, at least for the moment. There are more important things to think about, like how many dances with Gamora he can get away with before she tires of it all, how many times he can spin or dip her, or if he can persuade her to dance to one of the faster songs. Maybe he can convince her to learn how to do the moonwalk, passing it off as some weighty Terran tradition.
(Which it kind of is. At least, the King of Pop and his distinctive ways must be treated with respect.)
His hand slips from Gamora’s elbow to her hand, pulling her back to the dance floor. ]
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[ See, she can totally fake innocence too. ]
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I am not gonna get super drunk and jump on a table, Gamora.
[ A pause. ]
Unless someone dares me to.
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[ This, flatly, as she goes back to sipping her silver drink. ]
Just try not to make too much of a scene.
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That, and there are more important things to take care of tonight, and emboldened by the drink, by the atmosphere, he rests a hand lightly against Gamora’s elbow. ]
Another dance?
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I think I can humor another.
[ And she says “another,” rather than giving him the stipulation of “one more.”
It’s as close to an open invitation as Gamora will probably get. ]
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But right now, that hardly comes to mind, and he cordons off all the bullshit that happened with Ego away into a dark corner, forgotten and ignored, at least for the moment. There are more important things to think about, like how many dances with Gamora he can get away with before she tires of it all, how many times he can spin or dip her, or if he can persuade her to dance to one of the faster songs. Maybe he can convince her to learn how to do the moonwalk, passing it off as some weighty Terran tradition.
(Which it kind of is. At least, the King of Pop and his distinctive ways must be treated with respect.)
His hand slips from Gamora’s elbow to her hand, pulling her back to the dance floor. ]