06-28-2014, 12:37 PM
Ivan was looking at White when Zoya's pushing the beer away caught his attention. As she spoke, he could see all the bubbly energy and playfulness leech out of her. He'd expected it- not exactly then, of course. He figured she'd have been good for at least an hour more of just-lookin-to-forget-about-what-just-happened-to-me fun before the shut down. And he'd been game. At least keep her out of trouble, which, from what he knew of her from two encounters now, was looking to be pretty much a full time job. But it was just as well. Now that it was over, sleeping it off- and by it he meant the drinks and the experience at the factory, not to mention here in the bar- would make a world of difference for her. He was still curious about the lucky electrical strike, but he'd ask another time.
Assuming he saw her again, of course. Full time job? Eh, maybe it was. But he had a feeling that on those occasions when she wasn't breaking into buildings and trying to save the world- those no doubt very rare times when she was actually having what normal people called fun- well, then they might actually have a good time together.
Oh well, he shrugged. White was right though. She was in no condition to drive. Ivan was still good. White gave Ivan a look, but he wasn't sure what he meant. He looked at the man for a moment, perplexed. Of course he'd make sure she got home safe. White handed her his card and promised to get her car to her later. Ivan smiled a bit as a line from a movie came to him. "You old softie." Yep, summed up White pretty nicely. Despite the external appearances, Ivan triusted the man.
"He's right Zoya. You're in no condition to drive. I can take you home."
He laughed a bit. "I kinda already know the way."
And then kindly, but more seriously, "You think what happened at this bar is bad, try walking home at night in your condition."
He softened his tone. "Alright?"
Assuming he saw her again, of course. Full time job? Eh, maybe it was. But he had a feeling that on those occasions when she wasn't breaking into buildings and trying to save the world- those no doubt very rare times when she was actually having what normal people called fun- well, then they might actually have a good time together.
Oh well, he shrugged. White was right though. She was in no condition to drive. Ivan was still good. White gave Ivan a look, but he wasn't sure what he meant. He looked at the man for a moment, perplexed. Of course he'd make sure she got home safe. White handed her his card and promised to get her car to her later. Ivan smiled a bit as a line from a movie came to him. "You old softie." Yep, summed up White pretty nicely. Despite the external appearances, Ivan triusted the man.
"He's right Zoya. You're in no condition to drive. I can take you home."
He laughed a bit. "I kinda already know the way."
And then kindly, but more seriously, "You think what happened at this bar is bad, try walking home at night in your condition."
He softened his tone. "Alright?"