Last Friday Night. [PRIVATE - Platypus.]

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Figuring that it would become quickly obvious to Finny in terms of how to earn that 'extra one percent', Peri fell deeper into their kiss quite happily, both glad and relieved that he seemed to fall comfortably into step with her in the new change of pace, the head rush and their tight embrace dizzying her for a moment, tipping awkwardly as she pulled back for breath. With this movement, she ended up rolling on top of him, blinking in surprise as she realized what had happened, but not seeming entirely phased by it, her dominant streak now beginning to become apparent.

Straddling him, she ran one hand lightly over his chest, veering away from his mouth with her kisses, leaving a soft flurry as she moved down over his throat, before kissing gently at his collarbone, hands trailing down to his stomach, pausing there, wondering if she dared go any lower. They were both drunk, both speaking of marriage, kissing the night away... what did she have to lose?

Everything... that was the problem.

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Phineas hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do now that Peri had practically flattened him like a pancake. Not one to ruin the moment, he didn't protest...until she kissed his collarbone. First he pulled Peri closer, but soon thought better of it and stopped. “Okay...Back ya go,” he gasped, “That's enough practice fer one day.” The Air Carrier trembled and lightly pushed Peri away by her shoulders now that he was blushing pure red.

'I...I think we've got the basic routine down,” he said.

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Gazing at him curiously as she was pushed away, she took in his tremble and bright blush, blinking in surprise, obligating politely and sitting back on the bed before him, cross legged with a strange smile, almost teasing. "Was that a bit much for you, Mr. Finny?"

She chuckled lightly, shaking her head slightly. "That we do... I think we perfected it, if I don't say so myself. Good to know where your sweet spot is too, by the way." She giggled, winking at him, before slipping off of the bed and picking up her champagne flute from the bedside table, taking a sip to cool herself down.

"I don't mean to be inappropriate, but may I borrow your shirt? It's boiling in here, and I'm sure you would appreciate me walking around in my underwear... even if they are new." She mocked a disappointed sigh, before grinning at him to show she was only joking, stretching out and plucking lightly at her skirts.

She wasn't going to push things, drunk or not... It would be rude. Not to mention, Finny looked as if he'd had enough for the time being... she didn't want the poor boy passing out on her.

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Voice loosing power, Finny decided it'd be better to keep himself from talking right away. He lunged for his champagne flute and sipped on it carefully, trying to make it last. After an unexpected episode like that, it he'd be flustered for awhile. When his voice somewhat returned to normal, he set the glass down. “N-n-no! Not at all!” stammered Finny, “It wasn't too much fer me, no! Weak spot? Pfft. It tickled a little, that's all.”

“I suppose so, I mean, it's not even my shirt, Finny said skeptically, “It's on the floor if ya want ta wear it, but...wear tights o' somethin' with it.” What did that grin mean? Finny gulped, both terrified and desperate to know what it meant.

Oh, he was in for it when he was thirty.

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Picking up the shirt from the floor, she headed towards the 'hers' bathroom to the right of the bed, pausing in the doorway to laugh lightly, raising an eyebrow at Phineas. "I hate to break it to you, but I'm not wearing tights, and I think that keeping on stockings and suspenders with this would be far worse than just my knickers..."

Chuckling, she headed inside the bathroom, closing the door behind her and locking it, more out of force of habit than with the thought that Phineas would ever try and come in after her. Stripping off the dress, she folded it up neatly, wanting to preserve the perfect garment for as long as possible. She had nowhere to keep it, per say, but... hell, she could dream, couldn't she? Removing the suspenders and stockings as well, figuring that she may well end up giving poor Finny a heart attack with them, she put them on the pile, buttoning up the shirt to the neck, just for the sake of modesty.

Glancing at her reflection momentarily, she swept back a wayward strand of hair, having to raise an eyebrow at her flushed, excitable expression, now noticing herself swaying on the spot, giggling at how tipsy she looked. Returning from the bathroom, the pile of clothing in tow, she placed them atop the chest at the bottom of the bed, before tugging down on the hem of the shirt, frowning a little as she realized it didn't quite reach down as far on her as she would have liked, the hem brushing her thighs.

"There. See? Not so bad without tights, is it? A woman's legs aren't gonna kill you, Finny." She chuckled, moving back to sit on the other side of the bed, now much more comfortable.

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The moment Peridot locked the bathroom door behind her, Phineas snatched a pillow and pressed it atop his blushing face in an attempt to make the cool material extract his blush. It smelled a combination of the sheets' fancy lavender perfume and Peri's own scent, which Finny now knew all too well.

Had that really just happened? Had the two of them really sneak into a party in Vertigo Heights, made a pact for marriage, and kissed each other for what felt like hours? Did he really tell Peri he loved her? As she changed in the bathroom, Finny couldn't help but reply their little moment over and over again. It felt like they'd ripped the pages out of some fairytale and that their waltz from earlier in the evening had been enchanted, casting a magic spell over the duo for the rest of the night.

Finny lifted the pillow off his face to reveal only the smallest trace of a flush across his cheeks. “I'm just thankful I'm a few heads taller than ya,” he laughed, noting how short the shirt really was on her. “Now what, Peri? We broke into Vertigo, we danced, we ate half o' their food...now what do we do? It doesn't feel like we should just go ta sleep now. I don't even think I can after all o'...that, you know.”

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"Well, I could suggest a thing or two, but I think you'd find it a tad inappropriate... I don't want you to explode on me, haha.... hah! Pun not intended~" She giggled, blushing, drawing her legs up to sit cross legged, gazing at him with a grin.

Tipping her head to one side, she thought hard. Well, they were in a huge room, with a huge bed, a huge platter of food, but she wasn't really hungry, and a huge TV... a huge TV. "The TV!" She suddenly exclaimed, scrambling off the bed to search for a remote, or any way of turning on the strange, sleek, wall mounted device.

Eventually finding one - of five - in the draw of the bedside cabinet, she pressed the red button in the direction of the TV, letting out a delighted squeal as the screen lit up, crawling up the bed to sit next to Finny with a grin on her face.

"I wonder what they have on here... What do you reckon, Finny?" She asked, proffering the remote to him.

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In return for her grin, Phineas blinked at her with a horrified expression. When the television was brought up, he was all too eager to push the conversation in that direction. When was the last time he really got to unwind in front of a television anyway? The last movie his sisters had subjected him to was an old tape of The Notebook Aisling had pilfered from her drama friends. Sitting besides a group of sobbing women for two hours wasn’t an experience Finny was keen on repeating.

“Hopefully anything but The Notebook,” muttered Finny.

Lightly, he pushed the remote back towards Peri. “Oh no, you can pick somethin’,” he laughed, “But just be warned I’ve seen my fair share of chick flicks an’ Hallmark movies by this point.” Like an excited child, he motioned for Peridot to turn on the television. “I’ve never seen a television set this big! Probably has a million bazillion channels on it too! Turn it on! Whatcha waitin’ fer?”

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Fumbling with the remote, Peri pressed a few buttons, trying to figure out how to work the strange, fancy contraption before her, suddenly met by menus and the buzz of talking people, switching from happy, to sad, to angry with each flicker of the screen. Accidentally finding the volume controls, she let out a yelp as the sound rose to deafening, dropping the remote on the floor, causing the channel to abruptly change.

The room was suddenly filled with a very odd, but very obvious noise. Mouth falling open, Peri gawped at the television screen for a moment, before going bright red in the face, sucking in her breath and scrambling off the bed onto the floor, trying to get the rather inappropriate vision on the screen to disappear. Not to mention the extremely loud moans that she was certain could be heard throughout the entire building.

Finding the remote eventually, she stabbed at the buttons, turning to Finny with a horrified expression. "I-I-It won't work! GET RID OF IT FINNY, GET RID OF IT!" She cried, rising to her feet and clambering onto to bed until she was in front of Finny, cradling the remote in her hands as if it needed to be resuscitated.

Cringing as the moans from the adult channel playing out behind them reached an even more awkward level, Peri toyed with the idea of just covering her ears and singing loudly to try and drown the noise out, shutting out any kind of thoughts in her mind brought forward by the sight behind them and the situation they themselves had been in only mere moments before.

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“SHIT, PERI! WHADDYA DO?!” yelped Finny, “THE ENTIRE BUILDIN' IS GONNA HEAR!”

If Peridot hadn't near killed him beforehand, what was playing out on the seventy-two inch screen in front of them sure was! Shamelessly blushing burgundy, Finny didn't know whether to hide behind his fingers or dive for the remote. He sat for a moment, gawking at the screen, before a knock on the door and a concerned voice pulled him out of his horrified trance.

“Sir? Madame? Is everything alright in there? I was hearing some rather...disturbing sounds.”

Finny's eyes widened and he whispered to Peri, “It's the butler guy from before!” Having trouble making his voice louder than the moans coming from the television set, Finny had to nearly shout his response. “No sir! Everythin' in here is peachy!” he said, “We're just...using the facilities, is all!”

”Very well. Enjoy...enjoy the facilities.”

Phineas jammed his fingers against the remote, to try and switch the channel for Peri, but found nothing was working. Neither the volume, nor the off button flickered to life. Biting his lips, he hopped up from the bed and ran up to the television set. A few cords trailed from the side into a power outlet and Finny gave it yank, causing the image to flicker off.

“Lordy, lordy...That was...That was sure somethin'!” laughed Finny. Now that the horrifying image was off, the situation did seem pretty amusing. That was, before the television switched to battery mode.

”Please wait. Loading...Loading...Now switching to battery reserve. Enjoy your show.”

“SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!” yelped Finny, "WHERE'S THE BATTERY PACK?"