[ He rolls his eyes at that – it's a cheesy sort of line, but it's in line with their covers. Gamora's bright idea, a-fucking-gain, that they should be affianced. More plausible that way that they should bring the other as their plus one.
(Didn't stop Peter from arguing, though.
"Call it an arranged marriage, then," Gamora had snapped at Peter. "If we don't move on, I will break every bone in your body."
He settled into a moody silence after that.)
Even if he bristles at the familiarity of it, the candid flirtation of it, he swallows it down like bitter medicine and trudges forward.
Slipping through the check-in is easy enough. Peter shows their invitation to the woman at the door, and she smiles brightly as she waves them inside. The party is already in full swing, now that they've arrived, though the two of them are not the only guests to arrive fashionably late. Beings of all colors, shapes, sizes, mill around the first floor of the mansion; the main staircase in the foyer is cordoned off, a guard stationed at the first step to prevent anyone from slipping upstairs.
It's the grand hall that holds the bulk of the activity, and there that Peter leads them, following the other guests in. Appearances, mostly, than any desire to actually participate in the party. Nevertheless, he snatches a glass of dark wine from a passing servant, downs at least half of it in one go. ]
You got your comm patched in?
[ He asks it quietly, once they're more or less alone, eyes scanning over the assembled crowd. ]
no subject
(Didn't stop Peter from arguing, though.
"Call it an arranged marriage, then," Gamora had snapped at Peter. "If we don't move on, I will break every bone in your body."
He settled into a moody silence after that.)
Even if he bristles at the familiarity of it, the candid flirtation of it, he swallows it down like bitter medicine and trudges forward.
Slipping through the check-in is easy enough. Peter shows their invitation to the woman at the door, and she smiles brightly as she waves them inside. The party is already in full swing, now that they've arrived, though the two of them are not the only guests to arrive fashionably late. Beings of all colors, shapes, sizes, mill around the first floor of the mansion; the main staircase in the foyer is cordoned off, a guard stationed at the first step to prevent anyone from slipping upstairs.
It's the grand hall that holds the bulk of the activity, and there that Peter leads them, following the other guests in. Appearances, mostly, than any desire to actually participate in the party. Nevertheless, he snatches a glass of dark wine from a passing servant, downs at least half of it in one go. ]
You got your comm patched in?
[ He asks it quietly, once they're more or less alone, eyes scanning over the assembled crowd. ]