[ semi-closed ]

[revlon]

Who: Peggy Carter (revlon) & Various
What: Overflow for the winter gala and general catch-all for January
When: mid-Dec and all of Jan
Where: South Outpost, more to follow
Warning(s): N/A

[ captcha is the devil so the party is moving on. also: the mysterious jan plot will likely go in here. ]

Comments

[revlon]

[ Without missing a beat, rather blithely, ]

Not in this dress.

[vorrutyer]

Then what about some other time?

[ He tilts his head to the side. ]

I don't suppose you know your way around a sword.

[revlon]

Well, I grasp the basics; sharp bit goes into the soft bits, and so on. Hard not to when you see people training with the things at the palace.

[ She's dabbled a little in fencing, but nothing terribly serious. That was more Mr Jarvis' speed than her own. She much prefers guns. ]

But beyond that? No.

[vorrutyer]

Martial arts?

[revlon]

You know the answer to that.

[ A solid right hook, courtesy of her brother's patient tutelage. That's her story and she's sticking to it; it's partially true, anyway. ]

Why?

[vorrutyer]

[ He lowers his long eyelashes at her. ]

Sometimes a fellow likes to be hit.

[revlon]

[ She pulls a face at that. ]

I think that's my cue to head back inside and find my date.

[vorrutyer]

[ With a little laugh - ]

Practicing, dear lady. A fellow needs to practice. Besides, you might learn a few things - you'll never have encountered my style of self-defense before.

[revlon]

I'm sure that's true.

[ "Let her stick around, maybe she'll learn something." Doesn't that sound familiar. ]

You're welcome to contact me after the holidays if the offer still stands. But as for tonight, I'm only interested in one partner.

[vorrutyer]

Alcohol?

[ He lifts his drink to her. ]

[revlon]

[ She chuckles, shaking her head. ]

No, thank you. I've had quite enough for one night. Maybe another time.

[vorrutyer]

More's the pity.

[ He lifts his hand in a farewell. ]

Then I'll release you from this obligation, my innocent and unassuming officer.