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Post by kiddie on Sept 23, 2012 21:17:54 GMT
“No more drinking for you then. Let's see, does it involve fire? Then I'd be a little worried,” laughed Finny, “Otherwise...Well, I trust you.”
The compliments and whispers of other party goers were lost upon Phineas, who's attention was focused solely on Peri and the music that kept his timing correct. Thinking for a moment, he broke out into a grin as Peri twirled again. “Say, trust me right about...Now!”
Without warning he dipped her so she was held up by his supporting hand and his lips were dangerously close to her's.
“Now who's worried?”
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Post by [*DOC] on Sept 23, 2012 21:36:13 GMT
"Awww, spoilsport. Maybe I just want you to think I'm plotting, so that when I do act upon my master plan of evil you will never see it coming." She grinned wickedly, winking at him, the light catching on the faint shimmer on the silvers and greys of her eyeshadow, the thick sweep of black eyeliner making her eyelashes seem much thicker and fuller, already lengthened by mascara.
From her days living at home, Peridot had a decent knowledge of makeup artistry, which had really paid off in the event that she had makeup to work with. Letting out a small muffled squeak as he dipped her, she suddenly found herself face to face with Phineas as the song trailed off, their forehead almost touching, but the one thing playing on her mind wasn't that, it was how close their lips were. Close enough to feel his breath, the warmth exuding from his skin... Peri suddenly found herself entertaining the idea of him kissing her, blushing lightly as she realized she almost wished it would happen.
It seemed like a fitting end to their little dancing routine, did it not? "You know, Finny, anyone here would think you were trying to steal my poor, innocent heart." The organ in question was now beating rapidly, knowing that she was taking a risk by making such a comment, hoping that he'd merely imagine that she was alluding to their couple façade.
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Post by kiddie on Sept 23, 2012 22:47:39 GMT
Their lips were so close that if he'd made a minor miscalculation, perhaps held her up too early, that they would've kissed. A centimeter more and he would've found out what fancy lip gloss tasted like after a drink of champagne. What was meant to be silly and endearing ended up making Finny blush a rosy pink. He didn't want Peri to think he was flirting with her on day two of knowing each other...did he?
He nearly dropped her in surprise.
To signify the dance was over, he popped Peri back up and gave a humble bow. Blue eyes shyly peeked from under his lashes and laughing nervously, he raised his head to look at Peri.
“That's not a bad thing, is it?” he asked, “What about you? Are ya tryin' ta swipe mine from under my nose? Thievery is yer niche after all. I should be in the lookout.”
As if to say he was joking, he gave Peri a quick wink. But he wouldn't mind if she blushed either.
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Post by [*DOC] on Sept 23, 2012 22:58:24 GMT
Straightening up, Peridot curtseyed in response to his bow, before smoothing her skirts with a wry smile, twirling a strand of hair around her index finger as the dance floor began to clear, one couple leaving so that another could enter.
"Y'know, the mark of a good thief is to never tell what, nor when they plan to steal... Know everyone, but trust no-one, of course." She chuckled, clasping her hands behind her back before ascending the three small steps up into the section housing the long buffet tables.
Looking over her shoulder, she grinned, giving him no sign of blush nor embarrassment. "Watch your back all you want, your heart's in the front~" She giggled, before moving over to the first table, unsure of quite how to go about getting food. A chef picked up a plate and instructed her to point out what she would like to try, accompanying her along the tables and placing things she pointed to upon her plate. Finally, she was handed a positive platter of delicacies, some of which she'd never even seen before. Well, this would certainly be an experience...
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Post by kiddie on Sept 24, 2012 0:58:55 GMT
“Then we have a problem,” said Phineas, “Because I trust everyone.”
Eyeing the buffet table hungrily, Finny starting picking out foods with the zeal Peri had picked her clothes. “I'll have this! Oh, an' some o' this! Definitely this! What sauce is this? That sounds French. I'll take them both!” Meats with fancy sauce, rolled up pastries with exotic fruits, and even a slice of lemon cake littered his plate to the point it looked like it could feed at least three people.
Finny didn't plan on eating every last crumb however. No, he just wanted a bite or two of everything. This would probably be the only night he'd ever “be” a millionaire, so he thought he'd enjoy it while it lasted. Needless to say, he didn't loose his manners. He gracefully took the napkins and silverware before looking around for an unoccupied table.
“So's my stomach!” laughed Finny, 'Hey, Peri! Ya should try some o' this chicken! It's amazing! Say! There's a table over there!”
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Post by [*DOC] on Sept 24, 2012 1:15:06 GMT
Having spotted the table almost the very instant he'd pointed it out, Peri quickly strode over to it before anyone else could claim it, setting her plate down at one of the two place settings before plopping herself into an exquisitely soft chair, with gilt armrests and velvet cushions lining the seat and back.
Beginning to tuck into her food, Peri tasted meats, cheeses, fruits and vegetables and all sorts of sweet delicacies that had never before graced her pallet, feeling as if she'd died and gone to heaven. A waiter passed by them and served them both another glass of champagne to accompany their meals, and Peri happily took a sip, attempting to pace herself with this next glass.
"This is amazing!" She squealed, as quietly as she could however, giggling as she speared a piece of asparagus wrapped in parma ham, grinning at Finny - who seemed to be equally beside himself at all this food - before popping the food into her mouth, chewing happily.
Having quickly forgotten her previous promises of devilishness, she dabbed at the corners of her mouth with her napkin, in the ladylike way she had noted other women doing, before taking another sip of champagne, glancing up at Phineas over the rim of her champagne flute. She felt the bubbles rise through her very being and pop into a beautiful shower of sparkles behind her eyes, suddenly unable to stop herself from smiling at this whole situation.
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Post by kiddie on Sept 24, 2012 1:25:22 GMT
“I know!” laughed Finny, “Who knew cheese came in so many colors! I knew it came in yellow an' green, but that's about it.”
As if it'd been integrated into his subconscious, Finny sat with his back straight against his chair. The knife was in his right hand, the fork in his left, and the food was being shoveled into his mouth—after he delicately cut it of course. True, he'd never been into any restaurant other than those for fast food, but proper manners was something his family had emphasized. Character was what mattered. Even if your pockets were filled with dirt, you were to sit at the table and eat like a gentleman.
Swallowing a bite of white crab meat with a sip of champagne, Finny held up his glass to Peri's.
“Ta the best Friday night I've ever had!” he laughed, “This idea was grand Peri! You're a genius!”
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Post by [*DOC] on Sept 24, 2012 1:38:59 GMT
Raising her glass as well, she gently clinked it against his in a toast, before taking another sip, followed by a feminine giggle, shrugging bashfully at his comment. "Well, I did warn you I was a genius... Moreso an evil one, but it does come in handy sometimes, doesn't it?" She grinned crookedly, scooping up a bite of a wonderful looking cherry and dark chocolate Danish pastry plait with her fork, relishing the mix of sweet red cherries with the bitter dark chocolate, quickly deciding that this had to be the best desert she'd ever had. Her favourite in fact.
"Well, of course, I couldn't have done this without you... I mean, turning up to a ball like this on my own? It's just not the done thing, you gotta have a lovely piece of... man on your arm, such as yourself~" She mused over her own sentence, slowly becoming aware that her train of thought was beginning to spill out of her mouth. And only three glasses of champagne in... Damn, she was a lightweight.
"This will certainly be a night to remember for a long time, wouldn't you agree?" She grinned at him, her eyes flashing crimson, seeming to swim with the flowing, glittering golden liquid that had gone straight to her head, glittering in the light that flowed down from a huge crystal chandelier on the incredibly high ceiling, aided by the tall candle that lie in the centre of their table, giving their little space a more intimate ambience.
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Post by kiddie on Sept 24, 2012 2:10:19 GMT
Phineas' downed his glass with a hearty cheer and dove back into his platter of food, this time savoring the taste of Peach Melba with its vanilla ice cream and raspberry sauce. There was no order to his meal and he switched from dinner to desert in a matter of mouthfuls. He hailed the waiter and had his glass filled again, drinking the champagne with more zeal than before.
“Thanks, Peri! But I'm sure if I wasn't here ya would've found a way in anyway, say yer date was in the bathroom or blew ya off o' somethin'...Though I don't know why somebody would ditch ya fer some stuffy rich guy.” Although he technically wasn't drunk, champagne and a party atmosphere was known to make anybody more outspoken.
“Oh, I'll never forget it! Ya know, when we have kids—I mean, with our respective partners. Not that you and I...um...I mean ta say this is somethin' I'd tell my kids about an' somethin' ya would tell yer kids about.”
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Post by [*DOC] on Sept 24, 2012 2:20:02 GMT
Peridot seemed to give his last statement some extremely deep thought, staring hard into middle distances as she took occasional small bites of the fresh French vanilla ice cream that Phineas had been trying, before placing her spoon down with gusto and looking back up at him, placing a hand on the table almost perfectly between them, features set as if what she was going to say next could make a difference to life as they knew it.
"You know what, Fin? We would have some pretty awesome children. I know it sounds weird, and I'm not implying anything, but hear me out! Imagine... if they could burn things-" At this, she made a sort of whooshing movement with her hands like a rising fire, but making sure to keep her voice pitched so that only he could hear. "AND fly! How cool would that be?!" She grinned practically from ear to ear, her mind filled with the images of flying babies shooting fireballs.
"We would be so proud... Watching them fly around... saving the city by shooting fireballs at villains..." She almost went misty eyed at the thought, motioning for a waiter to give her another glass of champagne as he walked past, quickly taking another sip.
"Now, I'm not saying we ever would have kids, I mean I'm gonna meet people, and you're gonna meet people, and hell, for all I know you might find me repulsive, and that is kinda detrimental to a vital part of having kids in the first place." She frowned a little at the thought, directing a harsh look at Phineas, pouting as if to dare him to agree with her, before continuing her thought.
"But if we did... We could be contributing to the next generation of SUPER HEROES." Maybe she'd just about dipped over the line of too much champagne... Nah.
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Post by kiddie on Sept 25, 2012 23:38:31 GMT
In his surprise, Finny allowed the spoon to slip through his fingers. The silverware clattered against the edge of his bowl before settling in the center of his ice cream, chocolate sauce oozing over the handle in a matter of seconds. He'd barely swallowed the food in his mouth by the times his lips formed a shocked “o”. “Is this really happenin'?” he mumbled, “We can't be havin' this conversation already. I must be drunk!”
Cheeks flushing red, he gave Peri a tiny nod, chuckling nervously. “They'd create flamin' tornadoes,” he said, “And barbecue hurricanes. Gosh, the mayor would give 'em the key to the city! Better than superman, I'd say!” This time his laugh was more comfortable, more like him. His mind was wandering to the beautiful imagery Peri had placed in his head, of babies whizzing around the city and chucking flames at criminals.
The boy twiddled his thumbs and looked down at his napkin.
“I...I don't think yer repulsive at all.”
Finny blinked.
"I mean, not that we should have kids right at this very moment! I just meant I think yer pretty! Not that we should...ya know...Um...You look nice! That's what I meant ta say!"
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Post by [*DOC] on Sept 26, 2012 0:02:32 GMT
Peri began to splutter with laughter at his nervous stutters, shaking her head and flapping a hand at him, her cheeks now stained with the permanent flush of a tipsy woman. "Silly Finny! It takes nine months to have a baby, of course we couldn't have one now! Unless... you meant conception." At this, she paused, pursing her lips as if actually imagining the very situation she had just alluded to.Once her entire head had flushed red, she inclined her chin close to her chest, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly, swallowing a lump in her throat, trying to banish the now very vivid image from her mind. "Eh heh heh... An-y-way, I don't think the nice people here would take too kindly to anybody engaging in coitus on one of their fancy tables, so we've got nothing to worry about..."
She attempted a small, but slightly awkwardly, and still with the tell-tale glint of perverted thoughts in her eyes, twiddling her thumbs in an odd mirror to Finny's own reactions. She was definitely not drunk enough to try and sweet talk Phineas into bed, not just yet anyway... Is that even what she wanted? Peri eyed the remainder of her glass of champagne warily, suddenly struck by a frozen moment of almost fearful confusion, wondering whether or not to cross the final frontier. Maybe she'd just forget about this whole business and happily ride the elevator with him for hours. Instead of riding other things-
"I-IT'S NICE TO KNOW YOU FEEL THAT WAY." She said both quickly and somewhat loudly, trying to push that mental image from her mind as fast as she possibly could. Exhaling heavily, she composed herself, gently pushing her plate away from her, her appetite now thoroughly diminished. She was happily satiated, anyway... Resting her chin on her palm, she finally met Finny's gaze normally, her face relaxed into a calm, not particularly emotional state.
"You're not so bad yourself, you know..."
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Post by kiddie on Sept 26, 2012 3:41:44 GMT
The waiter couldn't have chosen a worse time to be hovering with more drinks. Really? Right when Peri was talking about “engaging in coitus” on the tables? Oh, if that word meant what Finny thought it meant...
Phineas swallowed down the rest of his champagne and took another glass, feebly trying to hide his blushing face behind the champagne flute. He'd drank before, but never at such an occasion. Now that he thought about it, he'd only gotten drunk once in his life—through an accidental consumption of the whiskey he thought was vintage “apple juice”. But as he was distracted by Peri, the party, and the pushy waiter, Finny began to loose track of just how many glasses he'd taken.
“Right back at ya, Peri! An' thanks!” chirped Finny, “Are ya done eatin' yet? How about you an' me go explore this old building? Handsome man, lovely lady, unlimited adventure.”
He made his hand swoop horizontally, as if outlining the horizon for the two of them. “The world is ours, Peri! Tonight, we're rich!” he laughed, “I mean, the world can be ours any night, but ya don't get a chance like this every so often! Look at me! All gussied up! My mum would laugh her butt off if she saw. I'm never this good lookin'!”
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Post by [*DOC] on Sept 26, 2012 13:05:29 GMT
Following suit, now also blushing awkwardly as the waiter gave them both a disapproving look as he dipped the tray towards their table, she drained the rest of her glass and took another, nodding clumsily in silent gratitude as the waiter straightened up and strode off, huffing snootily once he thought they were out of earshot. Peri couldn't help but giggle, before doing a strangely apt impression of the waiter, sticking her nose in the air and snorting over dramatically, before chuckling and glancing back in the direction that the waiter had gone, relieved to see he hadn't noticed.
"Indeed, methinks this place is just crying out for exploration... and perhaps some shenanigans too..." She chuckled, grinning broadly at her companion before rising from her seat, scanning the large room for an interesting place to go. Spying a hallway leading away from the eating area, she gestured towards it in an overly overt manner, before picking up her new glass of champagne, suddenly in awe as she realized the stem of each flute was filled with shimmering crystals.
"Ohh, I don't know, I would say you're pretty good looking most of the time, actually." She complimented him quickly, before giggling devilishly and beginning to make her way over to the aforementioned corridor, leaving him to dwell on her previous statement, a broad grin on her face and a blush staining her cheeks.
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Post by kiddie on Sept 26, 2012 23:30:28 GMT
“What a stuffy little fella,” huffed Finny. After shooting the snooty waiter a disapproving glance, he turned back in time to witness Peri's accurate impression of the man and burst out laughing. “I like the way ya think,” he said, “Lets go show these guys how ta really have fun at a party! Come on! We'll start by runnin' around that room over there! It'll be grand!”
Draining the last of his champagne—and not caring which glass he was up to—Finny hopped up from his seat, nearly dropped his plate, and wobbled in place. Phineas wasn't a light weight, but he'd been drinking steadily throughout their conversation and was now feeling the affects. “After you, ma'am!” he said, eyes shining. He gestured to other room and offered Peri his arm, only to help their cordial appearance of course! But...Peri was already on her way to the other room.
“Damn she's fast,” he thought.
“How am I supposed ta be a gentlemen when ya keep running off?” he asked jokingly, “An' thanks fer the compliment.”
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