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LAS VEGAS ♔ DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME

One of The Drunks - Panic! At The Disco

WHO || Kenzi, Paige, Bo, Groot, Rocket, You? ~~Gatecrashers~~ Others welcome.
WHAT || Vegas Baby!
WHERE || Pandora in Vegas, Nevada.
WHEN || March, 2018
HOW || Action Spam.

[ Kenzi had threatened Paige with a ladies night and of course, if anyone needed a night out it was Bo. The fact that there's also a talking Tree, a drinking Raccoon and... Drax? It's Kenzi. Why is anyone shocked by the people that she spends time with? She has ideas and they spin out of control and you just sort of hang on for the ride. It's her way. She may have casually mentioned they were coming here to a few other people, so if you happen to show up as well? The more the merrier.

The location itself isn't exactly filled with the garish glitz and glamor that a person generally associates with Vegas. Pandora has a British Pub meets modern day speakeasy feel to it. It's known for its signature cocktails with names like Panty Dropper and the Hot Little Mess and you can always count on live entertainment in the form of dancers, magicians, a band and of course, a DJ. It also happens to be one of the few clubs that has an open door policy where Shadowkind are concerned. Whether they'll be rethinking said policy after tonight? We just don't know. ]

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[ She'd been the one to lead him down this path and yet as he gets further into his analysis, she can't help but feel unbelievably called out. It would be utterly endearing if he hadn't managed to so easily put into words, every fear and doubt she's had about them without even realizing what he's doing. He even manages to draw attention to the very things she wasn't ready to examine yet and it's all she can do to just breathe through it. To fight every instinct she has to curl in on herself just to stop the sudden onslaught of emotions that are determined to be felt all at once.

When he finishes, she waits for that moment when surely he's going to realize what he's just said... but he's Peter Quill and not only has he proven to her that sometimes, he can be adorably slow. He also never makes it easy for her when it comes to how she feels about him.

Kenzi nods slowly her eyes closing as she fights for control. That annoying lump that appears to have lodged itself in her throat, making it difficult to swallow.

What's significant in the next moment, is not simply the three words that are about to pass her lips. It's that she looks at him, her pale blue eyes locking on his dark green ones as she lets him see her in a way she so rarely allows. ]

You're my Han.

[ give him a second. he is not a smart man.

the look on her face is hard to miss, the way she seems so affected, and then the way she looks at him, even before that drops off her lips, is all pretty telling.

still, that’s the last thing he expects to hear, especially with how oblivious he was to all the things that he had just been saying out loud and their deeper significance for him and her. it’s clear from the way he sort of blinks in surprise, but then his expression turns more serious than she’s ever seen it, as if those were just about the most powerful words anyone could have ever said to him in his entire life. somehow, he’s not freaked out in the moment whatsoever (will 27), but instead, just profoundly moved and completely aware of the weight of what she’s trying to say to him, better than if she’d used literally any other words.

it’s… a lot.

his mind sort of careens back over everything he just said, which had been so stream of consciousness that it’s hard to make all the connections so quickly, but he makes enough of them to understand the dramatic irony going on, and also… her. a lot better than even moments before.

hands drop to find her own, picking them up in both of his own gently as his eyes stay locked on hers. multiple emotions are roiling in them - fears that surface and then are banished decisively, deep and real affection, and a level of wonder and amazement that seems to humble him on some level at least.

his thumbs brush across the tops of her fingers tenderly while he figures out how to make words of his own. when he finally does, there’s a soft quality to his voice, a tenderness there as well. ] … And you’re my Carrie Fisher.

[ you know, his leia, but with more foul language and alcoholism. he wouldn’t have it any other way. ]

[ It's like trying to fight her very existence, keeping her gaze trained on him. To not give in to the overwhelming desire to cut herself off as she watches the light finally come on in his eyes. She's so perfectly still that if it weren't for her need to blink, you could swear you were looking at a photograph. A snapshot of a moment in time where the object could neither hide or move forward.

It's so subtle it's barely noticeable to the eye but there's the slightest trembling in her limbs, this curling nervous energy that makes her vibrate as his gaze turns serious. She has no idea what to expect, which is exactly why she never does things like this. Never trusting herself to be open unless she was completely sure of what the outcome would be. You could never know anything with any certainty, however. Not when it came to simple human connections and for as good as she was at reading the people around her? She was terrible at reading them when it came to herself.

She only allows herself to breathe again when he captures her hands, Kenzi's gaze dipping to watch that simple caress of her fingers and it's the first time that she allows herself a sliver of hope that she didn't go too far. That in being open, she was possibly opening herself up to gain something, rather than expose herself to pain or humiliation.

It's there in her eyes, that flicker of hope as she lifts her gaze once more. His reply hanging there for a little too long before it would look like she'd actually heard him. He could have simply called her his Leia and anyone who had seen Star Wars would have appreciated the romance of it all, but it wouldn't have been right and would have been filled with too many holes to allow doubt to creep back in. Kenzi was no Princess Leia, not in any sense of the way but Carrie Fisher? He'd found just the right way to tell her that he knew her, and yet he wanted her all the same.

Her body sags with the sudden release of tension that has been slithering through her limbs, Kenzi swaying closer to him as her fingers curl to hold his hands in kind. Her confession can't banish all the fear from her eyes but his goes a long way to lessening it. A smile clumsily working it's way onto her lips as warmth fills her gaze. ]

You should... probably kiss me now because I promise you that anything that comes out of my mouth is going to sound really stupid and lame after that.

[She raises her eyebrows.]

"Running away"?

[Not that she doesn't know that Lila had opted out for a whole but the section heads did say they had a choice.]

[Yeah, Cora's not exactly fond of it either, especially considering she was there, at the time, having a panic attack and not actually being helpful in terms of preventing it from happening in the first place. But she just downs another shot and lets it slide by, doing her best to keep it off her face.]

Well, I probably won't be able to get there, but I wish you luck.

[Her eyes widen when she sees the gift, and she takes it from her, because who says no to a present wrapped that nicely??]

You didn't have to get me anything.

[It's not even really her birthday.]

[She snorts a bit at that.]

Really? Did he actually solve a lot of cases that way?

[ use somebody - shawn mendes

it's there in her eyes, and what's more, he picks up on every nuance with a surprisingly high sense motive. his hands stay steady against her own slightly trembling ones, and he finally lifts her hands to his lips as she responds, brushing his own against her knuckles before pulling her hands back around his neck to invite her into an embrace. he's only too happy to oblige her request, his arms moving back around her in response as he leans closer, eyes dropping half closed as if he doesn't really want to stop looking at her long enough to even kiss her, but finally the enticing heat of her breath and the warmth of her is too much to resist and he gives into the urge, meeting her lips with his own. the kiss is soft, but insistent, his mouth slowly encouraging hers to give way against his, while his fingertips graze against the skin of her back. his touch is remarkably gentle, as though to drive home everything that was just said and not said between them, and as though she were the most precious thing he's ever held ]

[ As he draws her in more of the tension starts to dissipate, the heat of his body against her own acting as a balm and for once she doesn't try to conceal the fact that she just wants to be close to him. Not for sex but out of a need for intimacy now that they've both been rendered emotionally raw. There's a reverence in her gaze as she drinks him in, her fingers gently brushing against the back of his neck and she seems equally content to pace themselves now that it feels like they have all the time in the world.

Her lips yield to the gentle pressure of his kiss, her fingers pushing up through the back of his hair and it's almost as if she can feel herself surrendering to everything this could be as her body molds to his.

She'd barely had to say anything at all and yet she'd given him the key to seeing exactly what was going on inside of her and perhaps just knowing that he'd seen was still here? Made saying other things that much easier. ]

I wasn't giving you crap. [ Kenzi unwilling to draw away as she murmurs those words against his lips. ] When you asked me out... I was just.... happy.

If I'd have known that, I would have done it a lot sooner. [ he pulls away just enough to examine her with hooded eyes brightened by her words ] ... If I didn't think you might stab me.

I save stabbing for more serious offenses. [ A soft smile playing across her lips as her fingers dance along his scalp and he'd see the moment his words fully register in her head, the question in her eyes before she gives it voice. ]

Is that your way of telling me... you liked me as well?

I didn't exactly think I was being all that subtle. [ he's not great at any of this, if that wasn't clear ] But you always stood out, yeah.

I just didn't expect you to also be a sex goddess with perfect taste in movies. So... score on that one.

Well... no, but I thought you were just trying to get laid. I didn't think I really mattered so much in that equation.

[ To be fair? I mean... he probably was but at least it did have more to do with her??? ]

Yeah... you kind of lucked out didn't you? [ Leaning back in to kiss him before he can stomp on her moment of arrogance.

It starts out slow, sweet but gradually builds in intensity as her own feelings swell inside of her and when she breaks, not even a half inch is given as she's determined to keep him close. ]

We both did.

Uh-huh. [Yep. That's Quill. In fact, he has to resist the urge to just facepalm at how Quill it is.

And now that the manly display of emotions has ebbed... Rocket feels very much compelled to make a quick exit before he gets tempted into MORE FEELINGS.] Okay. Good talk. I need to go make sure Groot isn't putting anything in his mouth he shouldn't be.

[ ahaha yeah he's not budging. just... gone entirely. good thing they've got this hotel room all day and all night. he sounds entirely entranced, his voice humming low in his chest when he answers, clearly hypnotized by the proximity of her and the heady aftermath of her kisses ] ... Figurin' that out.

[ his nose brushes sidelong against hers, a really endearing sort of nuzzle as his strong arms enfold her and pull her down with him onto the bed on top of him, as though he can't get close enough either. she'd feel the contented sigh that makes his chest rise and fall beneath her as his lips move to her hair, her temple, her cheekbones, her ear ] What do you say we order takeout, rent Footloose, and mess around through a solid chunk of it?

I'll let you know if we wind up needing you. For the thing that we definitely did not discuss.

[He walks backwards and flashes the DOUBLE THUMBS UP.

WHICH IS REALLY CREEPY FOR A RACCOON, BUT HEY. Leave him alone. He needs to feel useful. And like he has his family back.]

Okay. Hypothetically, if that were to be a thing we do... How exactly do we pick those people? Hold auditions to see who wants to fill in our ranks?

[ A serene smile slips into place as he drags her back down on the bed with him, a soft hum of contentment vibrating in her chest as he freely showers her with affection, every brush of lips making those fuzzy feelings that swarm in her stomach, vibrate with greater intensity. ]

You just want to do unspeakable things to me during the warehouse scene. [ #romance

Her smile widens as she wraps herself around him as much as possible, her hand slipping down from his shoulder to his chest where she can once again trace invisible lines.]

Best first date, ever.

[ his arm surrounds her, warm and secure and solid ] Hey, that scene is sacred, so I will have you know that that is absolutely the one time when all hanky panky must grind to a halt so we can pay it due respect and attention... before we go back to doing unspeakable things to each other.

[ She'll probably never say it. Never know how to find the words or even begin to make him understand but there is a moment as they're laying there and he's holding her close that she feels it. That sense of safety that she'd never truly known. The sense of belonging with somebody, to them in a way she never truly allowed. They could spend the rest of the day doing nothing but this, and she would have been perfectly content. Just so long as he held her to him like she was the most important thing in his world. ]

Why Peter Quill. That sounds like a challenge. [ It's how she interprets anything that looks or sounds like a no. ]

I mean, if you think you can find a way for us to thoroughly enjoy both, you can try. [ this is the most barely feigned reluctance of all time ]

I'll just have to get extra creative to come up with something worthy of Kevin Bacon. [ Her smile pulling wide as she runs her lips along his jaw and stealing a trio of kisses before he really has much of a chance to respond. ]

You give me dumb girl smile. It's very inconvenient.

You couldn't be a dumb girl if you tried. [ look, by his standards, kenzi, you're very smart.

after all, you fended him off for awhile. That speaks to good sense. ]

I'm sure you'll think of something good.

That is... very sweet. [ Bless. ] But doesn't negate the fact that - [ She pulls back just an inch or two so he can see that idiotic grin in question. ] Dumb girl smile.

[ It's probably a very good look on her, alright. One of those smiles that lights up her eyes and could infect those around her with happiness. ]

Oh - [ And then it takes on a devious gleam. ] I am full of ideas... Which is why we should decide on food because... Somebody is gonna need to keep their energy up.

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