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Gilmore & Kitty, Halloween Party
Kitty and Gilmore dance and discuss their dreams for the future.
"Kitty Pryde!" Shaun Gilmore's voice cut through the music and chatter and laughter of the Halloween party easily. He held two plastic goblets up high, both bubbling and 'smoking' with the the sickly green, dry-ice-enhanced signature drink of the evening. In his royal-rich long purple sherwani coat he cut something of a striking figure, but he smiled warm and broad when he caught up with Kitty and offered her one of the cups. The little pince-nez glasses remained somehow perched upright on his nose no matter how much he grinned and pulled faces that night.
"My stars, has there ever been a more perfect costume on a more perfect person?"
Wow, Gilmore really knew how to charm a girl. And play to her ego, too, really, since that was probably the best thing he could have said to Kitty right then, who was a little self-conscious and quieter than usual in her homemade Rey costume. Her mom had done the sewing, but it was probably Kitty's most prized outfit now, and no doubt would find a spot in her closet for years to come.
She couldn't help but blush almost scarlet at the complement, and chewed at her bottom lip with a soft smile. "That's...wow. Thanks. And you look amazing too. When I heard about what you were doing with the Clue theme, I was psyched."
The blush was cute, but the smile was what warmed Shaun’s heart. Kitty deserved to feel good about herself. Everyone did, and that was part of Shaun’s mission in life. He handed her the second bubbling drink before sweeping a bow. “I managed to convince some minions to play with me,” he said modestly — for him, anyway. “Not all of our friends are into the raucous sort of merrymaking. I thought a few of the quieter types might enjoy a thinky challenge.”
"Where were you last year?" Kitty grinned, taking the drink from him with a gracious nod. "I love that you put so much thought into this. And - I'm totally going to take you up on it before hitting the dance floor."
Where was he last year? Gilmore looked thoughtful. How strange that a year previous, he hadn’t even known Kitty or Nolan or Vax or most of his friends. It felt like he’d had them in his life forever. “Anything worth doing is worth doing gloriously,” Gilmore nearly purred, perhaps predictably. He grinned then. “Do you dance? I love it, but Nolan won’t. And Molly might actually have finally chosen pants that are too tight to dance in.
“It took us twenty minutes to get those things on him,” he confided, with significantly lifted brows.
She laughed softly at the imagery. "I must really be stuck in my own head if you don't know that I'm a dancer," Kitty answered. "I mean, I guess I haven't had much time for it this year, but... yeah, I love to dance. Would love to dance. If that, you know, if that's what you were asking."
With that ever-so-black goatee and his dark brown eyes, even Gilmore's pleased grin looked a little bit devilish. "That is exactly what I'm asking, if you'll forgive me for being so incredibly unobservant. In my meager defense, usually when we're hanging out, I'm somewhat blinded by the presence of a certain distracting genius and his oft-dubious wardrobe," he joked warmly.
"Oft?" Kitty scoffed, though she reached to tuck her hand in the crook of his arm. "Be honest, Gilmore."
“The collars, Kitty!” Gilmore exclaimed as if her suggestion had unleashed a tidal wave. He pressed her hand on his arm and gazed heavenward as they moved toward the dance floor. “Why so many popped collars?! Why!”
"I couldn't tell you," she sighed heavily, shaking her head in disappointment. "It's like he's trying to hide a perpetual vampire bite or something..."
Gilmore tried not to laugh. "Maybe not vampire exactly..." He trailed off with a waggle of one brow.
Kitty shook her head, grinning. "You two are adorable. I wish I had that kind of relationship. I mean, you clearly don't really care about his fashion statements."
"I really don't," Gilmore agreed, melting into a fully love-sick smile. Somehow, he managed not to seek out Nolan with a look, and kept his attention with Kitty where it belonged. They were close enough to the dance floor, lined with those faux-iron sconces and flickering electric candles, that he could shift to offer her his hand. "I'm the last person to offer relationship ideas. All I can say is this hit me when I was least expecting it."
"That's the best kind, so they say," she smiled, taking his hand and shifting to face him. "Anyway, I'm happy for you. And I appreciate you not, like, being jealous of the time I take up with him."
Decades of Bollywood movies had proven it was totally possible to dance in this exact outfit, but Gilmore was more interested in chatting with Kitty than showing off his moves. He swept her up in a quick little twirl, with very polite hands in very respectful places. "You're one of his dearest friends. How could I be jealous of that? If I envy anything, it's your C-level title, Miss Pryde," Gilmore added with a flash of hsi very-white grin.
Kitty whirled playfully, though it didn't have quite the same effect in her Jedi outfit. Not enough billow. Still, she swung came back around to look at him, eyebrows nearly at her in surprise. "Do you really want to work at NolCorp?"
"No, I want to be NolCorp," Gilmore clarified honestly, catching Kitty up again for a little sway that made it easier to talk. "I don't want to work for Nolan and I want to earn my own way, but... damn, I want that... that empire. You guys are getting what I've been working for my whole life, and it's glorious, I am so proud of you both. I just want to be there already." His smile quirked up at one corner, maybe a little sheepish about his own ambition.
"You're already on your way," she told him, eyebrows raising at him. "And besides, I said the same thing when I first met Nolan. It's...it's a lot. But you're so talented, you're going to have an empire of your own soon enough."
Gilmore fairly beamed at her; that was just about the sweetest thing anyone could have said to him. "Your faith means the world to me. Twirl?" He shifted position to give her room to spin to her heart's content, and made sure she would look good doing it.
Kitty gave a twirl, thought it wasn't as impressive without a skirt to flair out and about. In any case, it was fun, and for a moment, it took her breath away. Sometimes, she forgot how much she enjoyed (and missed) dancing. When she finally turned back to face him, she was a little flushed. "Starting to see how you won Nolan over."
That made Gilmore laugh, but it was a fond laugh. "If I could convince him to dance with me, I think I might be some kind of wizard. I won Nolan over by being terrible at ice skating. That's the story I'm sticking to."
"Hey, you're a wizard to me," Kitty grinned, nudging him with her elbow. "I think you've got a shot."
"Kitty Pryde!" Shaun Gilmore's voice cut through the music and chatter and laughter of the Halloween party easily. He held two plastic goblets up high, both bubbling and 'smoking' with the the sickly green, dry-ice-enhanced signature drink of the evening. In his royal-rich long purple sherwani coat he cut something of a striking figure, but he smiled warm and broad when he caught up with Kitty and offered her one of the cups. The little pince-nez glasses remained somehow perched upright on his nose no matter how much he grinned and pulled faces that night.
"My stars, has there ever been a more perfect costume on a more perfect person?"
Wow, Gilmore really knew how to charm a girl. And play to her ego, too, really, since that was probably the best thing he could have said to Kitty right then, who was a little self-conscious and quieter than usual in her homemade Rey costume. Her mom had done the sewing, but it was probably Kitty's most prized outfit now, and no doubt would find a spot in her closet for years to come.
She couldn't help but blush almost scarlet at the complement, and chewed at her bottom lip with a soft smile. "That's...wow. Thanks. And you look amazing too. When I heard about what you were doing with the Clue theme, I was psyched."
The blush was cute, but the smile was what warmed Shaun’s heart. Kitty deserved to feel good about herself. Everyone did, and that was part of Shaun’s mission in life. He handed her the second bubbling drink before sweeping a bow. “I managed to convince some minions to play with me,” he said modestly — for him, anyway. “Not all of our friends are into the raucous sort of merrymaking. I thought a few of the quieter types might enjoy a thinky challenge.”
"Where were you last year?" Kitty grinned, taking the drink from him with a gracious nod. "I love that you put so much thought into this. And - I'm totally going to take you up on it before hitting the dance floor."
Where was he last year? Gilmore looked thoughtful. How strange that a year previous, he hadn’t even known Kitty or Nolan or Vax or most of his friends. It felt like he’d had them in his life forever. “Anything worth doing is worth doing gloriously,” Gilmore nearly purred, perhaps predictably. He grinned then. “Do you dance? I love it, but Nolan won’t. And Molly might actually have finally chosen pants that are too tight to dance in.
“It took us twenty minutes to get those things on him,” he confided, with significantly lifted brows.
She laughed softly at the imagery. "I must really be stuck in my own head if you don't know that I'm a dancer," Kitty answered. "I mean, I guess I haven't had much time for it this year, but... yeah, I love to dance. Would love to dance. If that, you know, if that's what you were asking."
With that ever-so-black goatee and his dark brown eyes, even Gilmore's pleased grin looked a little bit devilish. "That is exactly what I'm asking, if you'll forgive me for being so incredibly unobservant. In my meager defense, usually when we're hanging out, I'm somewhat blinded by the presence of a certain distracting genius and his oft-dubious wardrobe," he joked warmly.
"Oft?" Kitty scoffed, though she reached to tuck her hand in the crook of his arm. "Be honest, Gilmore."
“The collars, Kitty!” Gilmore exclaimed as if her suggestion had unleashed a tidal wave. He pressed her hand on his arm and gazed heavenward as they moved toward the dance floor. “Why so many popped collars?! Why!”
"I couldn't tell you," she sighed heavily, shaking her head in disappointment. "It's like he's trying to hide a perpetual vampire bite or something..."
Gilmore tried not to laugh. "Maybe not vampire exactly..." He trailed off with a waggle of one brow.
Kitty shook her head, grinning. "You two are adorable. I wish I had that kind of relationship. I mean, you clearly don't really care about his fashion statements."
"I really don't," Gilmore agreed, melting into a fully love-sick smile. Somehow, he managed not to seek out Nolan with a look, and kept his attention with Kitty where it belonged. They were close enough to the dance floor, lined with those faux-iron sconces and flickering electric candles, that he could shift to offer her his hand. "I'm the last person to offer relationship ideas. All I can say is this hit me when I was least expecting it."
"That's the best kind, so they say," she smiled, taking his hand and shifting to face him. "Anyway, I'm happy for you. And I appreciate you not, like, being jealous of the time I take up with him."
Decades of Bollywood movies had proven it was totally possible to dance in this exact outfit, but Gilmore was more interested in chatting with Kitty than showing off his moves. He swept her up in a quick little twirl, with very polite hands in very respectful places. "You're one of his dearest friends. How could I be jealous of that? If I envy anything, it's your C-level title, Miss Pryde," Gilmore added with a flash of hsi very-white grin.
Kitty whirled playfully, though it didn't have quite the same effect in her Jedi outfit. Not enough billow. Still, she swung came back around to look at him, eyebrows nearly at her in surprise. "Do you really want to work at NolCorp?"
"No, I want to be NolCorp," Gilmore clarified honestly, catching Kitty up again for a little sway that made it easier to talk. "I don't want to work for Nolan and I want to earn my own way, but... damn, I want that... that empire. You guys are getting what I've been working for my whole life, and it's glorious, I am so proud of you both. I just want to be there already." His smile quirked up at one corner, maybe a little sheepish about his own ambition.
"You're already on your way," she told him, eyebrows raising at him. "And besides, I said the same thing when I first met Nolan. It's...it's a lot. But you're so talented, you're going to have an empire of your own soon enough."
Gilmore fairly beamed at her; that was just about the sweetest thing anyone could have said to him. "Your faith means the world to me. Twirl?" He shifted position to give her room to spin to her heart's content, and made sure she would look good doing it.
Kitty gave a twirl, thought it wasn't as impressive without a skirt to flair out and about. In any case, it was fun, and for a moment, it took her breath away. Sometimes, she forgot how much she enjoyed (and missed) dancing. When she finally turned back to face him, she was a little flushed. "Starting to see how you won Nolan over."
That made Gilmore laugh, but it was a fond laugh. "If I could convince him to dance with me, I think I might be some kind of wizard. I won Nolan over by being terrible at ice skating. That's the story I'm sticking to."
"Hey, you're a wizard to me," Kitty grinned, nudging him with her elbow. "I think you've got a shot."