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

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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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[ There is just. Not enough alcohol in the world for her to begin to know how to have this conversation. ]

You… infuriate me. [ This is what she leads with? Somehow it sounds almost like she’s not trying to insult him?] You – Are – Cocky? You flirt with anything with two legs and a heartbeat and you’re just… so smooth that it sounds like every words that comes out of your mouth is a big fat line designed to get me naked.

[ But then he has these moments where she sees something very real from him and that’s what actually scares her shitless. Peter the manwhore she could handle it was the rest that was in an endless state of Ahhhhh. Of course. She’s not going to say any of that.]

And then there’s the dancing and the thing about my eyes and I don’t know okay? I don’t know what that was I don’t know what this is. I do know, I don’t want to regret it. [ She pauses a moment and the begrudgingly adds.] And that most of the time I don't actually want to kill you.

[ unsaid - the fray

hey, he's probably flirted with some things that had more than two legs in his day, let's be fair ] We don't actually have to figure that part out right now, for the record. The 'what that was' part, I mean. [ he's quick to mention that, because he can sense her discomfort and his own commitment phobia sure isn't eager to steer into that one either, soooo ] But I'd prefer you don't try to shank me in my sleep because you think I was just -- [ being a player? he finds it hard to contest it too hard, because god knows he's been that asshole a lot of times in his life, but... ] You know. [ please don't make him say it ]

It wasn't like that.

[ Her weight shifts from one foot to the other and she’s trying to find the lie in every word that passes his lips but she can’t… and she’s not entirely sure how she feels about that. It would be a lot simpler if he could just be the manwhore. The player who doesn’t give a damn as long as he’s getting his because if he’s none of those things with her at least? Then she might have to start taking him seriously. ]

I wouldn’t shank you in your sleep. [ A reluctant, but still real smile threatening to take hold. ] I’m more, make sure you see me coming so you know I did it and why.

[ What? ]

Maybe… I could try, not assuming the worst of you.

[ that would probably be your first mistake, tbh, but he won't tell her that one ] I'm not all bad. [ he shrugs and let his gaze wander to enjoy the view a little more as his head tips to the side ] I mean. Not unless you want me to be. [ he is incapable of turning it off, ~~especially~~ even around women who joke about stabbing him ]

[ One day. Kenzi will roll above a 3 for her Will Saves when Peter is flirting with her. Just. Not today.

The smile she was so reluctant to give now fights its way across her face, Kenzi dipping her head as if she can keep him from seeing the idiotic grin that the whole bar is likely amused by. ]

Oh my god - you're the worst. [ Try not to sound like you enjoy it Kenzi and maybe he will st- Oh who are we kidding? ]

Does that mean you won't have a drink with me?

[ What it means is that she would really like to stop grinning like an idiot teenager with a crush but she can't because I rolled another 3. Stop. Just stop.

She manages to pull together some semblance of composure - just barely - and cocks her head to one side, taking him in and giving herself every opportunity to stop this here and now. ]

It means you're buying.

[ Rolling her eyes and propelling herself back to her place at the bar. ]

Technically, our employer's buying. [ he's going to just slam down that knights credit card and call for another two drinks as he swings back in his seat to face the bar beside her. also... grinning. ]

[ The thing is... having conversations with Peter when she's not mocking him and he's not actively flirting? It's not really something she knows how to do. Theirs was a relationship strongly built on the foundation of her ego checking him most of the time.

Put Kenzi into a situation when she's not sure of what she's doing? She has about as much finesse as a bull in a china shop.]

Shame we can't bill it to our hosts.

[ Subtle, Kenz. Real subtle. ]

[ his expression does darken a bit at the mention, although he tries to fixate on his drink instead ] If I could, I'd be ringing them up a tab all over Vegas.

[ Is this a terrible conversation to have when you're just trying to establish a tone of normal that doesn't involve bickering or tearing of clothes off? Probably. Is she aware of that? You bet. Can she seem to stop herself?? Not a chance.

Her gaze flits in his direction, tracing the outline of his profile as he stares at his drink. A finger running through the condensation on the outside of her own. ]

Nah. You're thinking too small. [ Her tone casual. ] If you really wanna piss them off you gotta go biblical. Old testament.

Or the classic, take out a personal ad for a gay, daddy dom and give the Directors number.

[ in spite of himself, that makes him crack a kind of impressed and amused smile himself ] Wow, that is... savage. And really... really tempting.

[ A warmth touches her eyes at seeing that smile, a secret one of her own tugging at the corner of her mouth and while she thinks it looks like she's merely been stomping through that conversation... the viewers at home might at least recognize the intent behind everything she'd said.

God forgive Kenzi ever say 'so I've been thinking about you given that thing you told me five million years ago that you probably thought I forgot about.' ]

Oh, honey. You ain't seen nothin. I'm a firm believer in giving karma a hand in creatively memorable ways. One time I even invoked Baba Yaga.

[ Yeah. Mistakes were made. ]

What is that, like Downward Dog? [ oh no, actually having conversations with peter is the quickest way to learn that he is actually an idiot. crit... fail... ]

[ Is this really any worse than the time Bo kept calling her Baby Yoda?

Lifting a hand to cover her mouth and casually disguise her oh so amused grin, needing a moment before she can respond. ]

Ya-ga. She's a witch who helps good Russian girls get revenge on the douchebag men who have screwed them over.

[ I'm sure this is exactly the kind of thing you should tell a dude you've had sex with. ]

[ Oh ] That's... nice. They have one of those? [ see the panic creeping over his face ] Wow, they've got a... a witch for everything, huh...

[ With that epic sense motive of 47 she's not sure whether to be amused or roll her eyes. ]

Calm down. I'm not going to curse your junk. I was drunk and it was an accident. [ Mostly. ] And I didn't do it for me. They hurt my best friend.

What did this revenge look like, exactly?

[ Oh good. A story that will inevitably make her look like a fuck up. She considers lying but at this point? She's just going to embrace the fact that she is one. ]

Oh ya know. It wasn't that bad. Except, every woman alive totally hated him. Which, for the record? Would have been hilarious if they hadn't started to embrace lethal intent.

Does this story end up with this guy castrated? [ #fuckingyikes ]

[ ... ]

If you must know, it ended up with me almost getting eaten. [ A beat. ] And not in a good way.

To lift the curse she wanted my bestie. I wasn't down with that plan so I traded places.

[ She's really just bracing for the mockery at this point because she knows okay. She is a royal fuck up. It would probably end up on her headstone some day. ]

Wait, this witch eats people?? [ this story keeps getting better ] A witch almost ate you.

[ Lifting her drink to her lips. ]

You'd be surprised how often that actually happens. [ To her. Specifically. ] But yes.

[ And it doesn't escape her notice that he's not just, content with her making a one or two line joke but actually seems to want to know the story?? She's just not sure if that's because he's trying to calculate how quickly he should extricate himself from being in close proximity to her or not.]

And here I thought Earth was pretty tame most of the time. How'd you get away? Did you shove her in an oven?

[ She looks... borderline horrified at his first guess and she knows why he made it... it's just that this is the first time she actually made that connection. ]

Oh my god I'm a real life Gretal. [ Because. ] Look it was that or Kenzi Stew.

[ Because yes, Peter. Yes she actually did shove her in an oven. ]

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