[ Green eyes linger on her as he grins, necking his champagne in one gulp. The bubbles have him rubbing his nose after, even if he can't get drunk on the stuff. ]
It's fizzy. We should mix it with wine sometime, see what happens.
[She follows after him, drinking hers in slower gulps, chuckles bubbling up after she does.]
What, does the fizz bother you that much? Don't be such a baby. [Poking his nose with an index. Boop.] What do you even really drink up there anyway? Since you always say this stuff never does much for you.
Mmmnoooo, although I might make a request of our dear representative.
[ As the car pulls up outside a lavish restaurant, Loki stuffs their glasses away upside-down in the ice tumbler (never mind!!) and waits for the driver to let them out. ]
Ready to go and be hideously rich around incredibly envious stuffed-shirts? Remember, nose in the air!
It never hurts to have someone on the inside of the government.
[ Loki steps out of the car and his helm brightly peels into existence with green flares of magic. As he helps Verity out of the car and she straightens, her own svelte black dress ruffles into something more Asgardian too. Hopefully she likes it; it isn't an illusion and Loki's not sure he could alter it back. ]
Well, you were whinging we weren't Asgardian enough.
[ He offers his arm again, the doors ahead opening with a push of green magic onto a golden lobby. ]
[The showy clothes and the limo setup had certainly been a surprise, but it's nothing in comparison to the awe that comes when her dress transforms and she's peering down at the changed material with disbelief.
But she can clearly see it, which makes it plenty real as she glances back up at him.]
This wasn't exactly what I meant. [But she's smiling, teeth showing as she keeps eyeing down at the dress, slipping her arm around his.]
Alright, fine. You got me. Don't make too much of a habit of changing my clothes like this though.
I won't, you almost didn't have any underwear left for a minute. [ !!!
Striding indoors with her, he draws up his courtly manners to announce his name with a clear drawl as the maître d' looks up. ]
Prince Loki of Asgard and the Lady Verity of Midgard. [ He shoots Verity a small smirk as the fellow personally leads them through the main restaurant and the attentive stares of other diners. Leaning over to whisper, he grins, ] We're not sitting with the peasants tonight.
[He'll for sure be getting a light tap at his side with his comment, but she keeps up behaved appearances as her eyes dart around at the brilliant gold colors.
Oh no, she likes being called Lady Verity.
It's strange having so much attention on her, unsure whether standing out this much is her calling, but she keeps her focus ahead, curious where they seem to be going.]
How much royal status do you really even need? A regular table would have been fine, Loki.
[ Taken to a private elevator he slides an arm around her waist, all the mirrored Lokis smiling as he holds his silence. He hums as they go up and up and up, until finally they arrive on the roof. Walking over to draw out a golden chair for her, he watches Verity's face when the table with rose petals strewn about the glossy floor is revealed, uncertain whether this is too much like the limousine seemed to be (flowers are a nice gesture on any world, right?). The air is warm, since he paid enough for the heating to account for her attire in the cool spring weather. ]
[Unlike with the limo, her breath really gets caught up with the current view, a tad bit different from the cliché extravagance from earlier. Here, she stares out at the scene with parted lips, trying to find words, simply shaking her head when there isn't any.
It's not a rainbow, but it's a beautiful view just the same.]
Talk about exaggeration for just dinner. [Finally smiling, she turns to press her hands over his chest as she tilts her head in, finding a smooth cheek to place a soft kiss against.]
[ Leaning into the kiss on his cheek, he seats her before taking his own place and waving over the waiter; this is going to be one ritzy dinner and no mistake, with soft music peeling through the speakers as they talk. Considering how the last best friend a Loki had was treated (because of him), he hopes to distance the similarities by spoiling Verity when and where he's able. ]
[When she sits, she peers out towards the city view, locking in at the sight of the lights. It's not New York by a long shot, but the current setting brings about a nostalgic feel to it.
Except looking back at Loki and the table setup, there's nothing home like about it at all, suddenly taken up into a fantastical Asgardian feel with the surrounding gold, wondering if this might be a vague sample of Loki's world.]
If you're getting mashed potatoes, I want to taste the fanciest macaroni and cheese.
[ Obnoxiously, he snaps his fingers at a nearby waiter. ]
Something with mayo in the potatoes and the most expensive macaroni and cheese the chef can make. [ As the first waiter scurries off, the second appears with the wine list and Loki holds up his hands. ] We'll break with tradition and let the lady choose, I'm under-qualified.
[She has to laugh at being able to just settle for something so simple despite the locale, but when she's offered to choose the wine, she ponders for a moment, definitely having more expensive in that category than Loki would, before looking towards the waiter.]
[ Agreeing with a nod, he chins a hand and slouches like he absolutely shouldn't, folding his legs to twist and see her better, and munches on one of the breadsticks as he grins. ]
So! What's a nice girl like you doing in a dump like this?
You tell me. [She shifts in her seat, hands smoothing out the material over her thighs, still feeling a bit out of her realm in the attire. Very soft though.]
Somehow I doubt being too lazy to cook and your mash cravings are the only reason we're here. What is it you need?
Please, if I wanted something from you then I would have asked last week.
[ When all the prepwork on the casino runes was being done, heh. Loki does tap his half-stick on the table, poking around his crumbs though. ]
Ah, but it recently came to my attention that I might — might — have been less than entirely chivalrous in the way I left when we, um. That time. [ Thanks, Erik. Asshole. Flailing inwardly at apologising, he covers her hand with one of his. ] I failed to treat you as you deserve, both as my best friend and the woman who allowed me into her bed.
You already apologized for that. [Though at the time, she had forced it out of him, getting a rather vague response about the entire chain of events.
Now, she simply gazes over at him, quieting as her fingers tap up against his. It'd be about a month since then, though she hadn't exactly forgotten about it, never really knowing what any of it had entailed, but never questioning it as anything further than what it was. Sighing through her nose, her hand twists to take hold of his.]
It was a bit of an ass move on your part, yeah. [Even with the honesty, she's smiling slightly with gripping fingers.]
Not properly. I was ... distracted from you, at the time, by something quite awful and entirely to do with where my own thoughts took me. I'd rather not go into detail about it.
[ He offers a chagrined smile, squeezing her fingers back. ]
Someone did it to me recently, ah. Rather hit home hard.
[Someone did it to me recently. A surprise to hear, but she won't ask him on those details, though she understands what being in that position is like.]
Needing counsel? [She leans in to catch his eyes closer, tangling their fingers.] Well, we're fine. You're still ... keeping something from me. Whatever weird reasons you have. But we're fine. Us sleeping together or not sleeping together, you running off — it's not screwing us up.
I know you would. [Talk about himself. She's well aware of his bad habits by now, a rather common trend in recent and past events. But that's Loki.
She huffs into an amused smile, taking up her drink with a free hand, letting her nose poke at the rim of the glass.]
I'm fine. Taking things a lot easier than you are, for sure. But I'm making ... friends. I guess. Advantage to a place where people seem to be more openly honest, strangely enough. You'd think more assholes would be scouting the town.
If you run into any assholes, send them my way. I'll find a use for them where they have to be honest.
[ As the first course arrives at the same time as the drinks, he excitedly leans back to survey his ridiculously extravagant, entirely too common meal. Yes, good. ]
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[ Green eyes linger on her as he grins, necking his champagne in one gulp. The bubbles have him rubbing his nose after, even if he can't get drunk on the stuff. ]
It's fizzy. We should mix it with wine sometime, see what happens.
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What, does the fizz bother you that much? Don't be such a baby. [Poking his nose with an index. Boop.] What do you even really drink up there anyway? Since you always say this stuff never does much for you.
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[ He boops her back, only by flicking the slice of leg on show through her dress. ]
You're only allowed a sip, whenever we happen upon some.
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Wow, a whole sip. That's quite a privilege. I'm surprised you don't have your own stash yet. Haven't found any on your many secret operations?
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[ As the car pulls up outside a lavish restaurant, Loki stuffs their glasses away upside-down in the ice tumbler (never mind!!) and waits for the driver to let them out. ]
Ready to go and be hideously rich around incredibly envious stuffed-shirts? Remember, nose in the air!
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[Taking a quick peek outside, she looks back to Loki with a raised brow.]
Blatant, obnoxious role playing of the luxurious kind? My favorite. How did you know?
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[ Loki steps out of the car and his helm brightly peels into existence with green flares of magic. As he helps Verity out of the car and she straightens, her own svelte black dress ruffles into something more Asgardian too. Hopefully she likes it; it isn't an illusion and Loki's not sure he could alter it back. ]
Well, you were whinging we weren't Asgardian enough.
[ He offers his arm again, the doors ahead opening with a push of green magic onto a golden lobby. ]
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But she can clearly see it, which makes it plenty real as she glances back up at him.]
This wasn't exactly what I meant. [But she's smiling, teeth showing as she keeps eyeing down at the dress, slipping her arm around his.]
Alright, fine. You got me. Don't make too much of a habit of changing my clothes like this though.
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Striding indoors with her, he draws up his courtly manners to announce his name with a clear drawl as the maître d' looks up. ]
Prince Loki of Asgard and the Lady Verity of Midgard. [ He shoots Verity a small smirk as the fellow personally leads them through the main restaurant and the attentive stares of other diners. Leaning over to whisper, he grins, ] We're not sitting with the peasants tonight.
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Oh no, she likes being called Lady Verity.It's strange having so much attention on her, unsure whether standing out this much is her calling, but she keeps her focus ahead, curious where they seem to be going.]
How much royal status do you really even need? A regular table would have been fine, Loki.
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It's as I said, this isn't for me.
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It's not a rainbow, but it's a beautiful view just the same.]
Talk about exaggeration for just dinner. [Finally smiling, she turns to press her hands over his chest as she tilts her head in, finding a smooth cheek to place a soft kiss against.]
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[ Leaning into the kiss on his cheek, he seats her before taking his own place and waving over the waiter; this is going to be one ritzy dinner and no mistake, with soft music peeling through the speakers as they talk. Considering how the last best friend a Loki had was treated (because of him), he hopes to distance the similarities by spoiling Verity when and where he's able. ]
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Except looking back at Loki and the table setup, there's nothing home like about it at all, suddenly taken up into a fantastical Asgardian feel with the surrounding gold, wondering if this might be a vague sample of Loki's world.]
If you're getting mashed potatoes, I want to taste the fanciest macaroni and cheese.
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Something with mayo in the potatoes and the most expensive macaroni and cheese the chef can make. [ As the first waiter scurries off, the second appears with the wine list and Loki holds up his hands. ] We'll break with tradition and let the lady choose, I'm under-qualified.
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Some Pinot Noir should be fine, please.
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So! What's a nice girl like you doing in a dump like this?
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Somehow I doubt being too lazy to cook and your mash cravings are the only reason we're here. What is it you need?
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[ When all the prepwork on the casino runes was being done, heh. Loki does tap his half-stick on the table, poking around his crumbs though. ]
Ah, but it recently came to my attention that I might — might — have been less than entirely chivalrous in the way I left when we, um. That time. [ Thanks, Erik. Asshole. Flailing inwardly at apologising, he covers her hand with one of his. ] I failed to treat you as you deserve, both as my best friend and the woman who allowed me into her bed.
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Now, she simply gazes over at him, quieting as her fingers tap up against his. It'd be about a month since then, though she hadn't exactly forgotten about it, never really knowing what any of it had entailed, but never questioning it as anything further than what it was. Sighing through her nose, her hand twists to take hold of his.]
It was a bit of an ass move on your part, yeah. [Even with the honesty, she's smiling slightly with gripping fingers.]
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[ He offers a chagrined smile, squeezing her fingers back. ]
Someone did it to me recently, ah. Rather hit home hard.
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Needing counsel? [She leans in to catch his eyes closer, tangling their fingers.] Well, we're fine. You're still ... keeping something from me. Whatever weird reasons you have. But we're fine. Us sleeping together or not sleeping together, you running off — it's not screwing us up.
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[ Drawing her fingers over, he pecks them just as the drinks arrive. ]
Are you alright, Verity? I'll talk about myself all night long if I don't ask now.
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She huffs into an amused smile, taking up her drink with a free hand, letting her nose poke at the rim of the glass.]
I'm fine. Taking things a lot easier than you are, for sure. But I'm making ... friends. I guess. Advantage to a place where people seem to be more openly honest, strangely enough. You'd think more assholes would be scouting the town.
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[ As the first course arrives at the same time as the drinks, he excitedly leans back to survey his ridiculously extravagant, entirely too common meal. Yes, good. ]
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