Simon and Tamara | At the Party
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ax_mainTamara finds Simon a little drunk and ends up dancing with him.
Simon felt good. Maybe it was the music, or the fall breeze across the lake, but he didn't completely hate that Warren and Jean-Paul had dragged him down to the party. Even if he was sitting off to the edge of it, his butt on the top of a picnic table, feet on the seat. He'd just texted River, sending her a picture of the tamer portion of the party, and her response made him grin a bit.
Tamara had just grabbed a fresh "juice" (she'd set her first one down somewhere...) and was looking for her next stop. She'd just left Pyro, who, despite his cool power, had turned out to be a real disappointment. At least she'd left that conversation on her own terms, though, she thought with a little smirk.
She spotted Simon sitting on a table, and grinned before she could catch it. Right, so that one attempted makeout session had been destined for failure, but somehow that just made her fond of him in a different way. So yeah, even though she was supposed to despise him publicly for being a flatscan here to study mutants, she headed over.
"You came," she said, stating the obvious with a grin. "I didn't think you would."
Simon looked up, still grinning, then blinked at her. "Oh, hey."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Am I interrupting?"
"Nah, no," he smiled. "Just my little sister."
Adorable, Tamara decided. "Roller coaster girl! Okay, cute, but-- Simon, you're at a party. Have you considered hanging out with people who are actually here?" She'd sort of taken it on herself to steer him in a less 'hopeless' direction, and a party was a perfect opportunity. Tongue in cheek, she added, "I bet your sister would agree with me."
"Right," he laughed softly. "With allllllll the people here that want to hang out with me."
"Well they would if they knew you," Tamara replied readily, shaking her head at him (though she was still smiling). She didn't really expect him to change his mind, stand up and announce his mutant status here and now, of course, but she could keep encouraging. "And come on, most of them are nicer than me, so you should give them a chance, mutant or not."
"Trust me. Even the nice ones don't like me," Simon told her, waving his juice before taking another sip. "I'm happy here. It's nice here. There's still music here."
"I like you," Tamara pointed out, grinning as he waved his spiked juice, kind of proud of him. "But hey, as long as you're happy. It's a good look on you."
"You think every look's a good look on me," Simon taunted playfully.
"And here I thought you hadn't noticed," she teased him back. Apparently what Simon needed to unwind wasn't a girl, it was just booze. She shook her head. "Maybe you're not totally hopeless after all."
"I'll give my sister an update," Simon rolled his eyes. But then his smile eased off a little. "How are your hands? I saw that fireball."
Tamara offered him her slightly burnt hand. "The fireball wasn't bad, but we tested how fireproof I am." She frowned, but it had humor to it. "The answer was 'not completely' I guess."
He gently touched her skin, his smile turning into a frown. "You should let me treat this." Then he paused, making a face. "I mean, you should let someone who is an actual doctor treat it. Although honestly, if you take a pain reliever, drink some water, and put some aloe on it, you should be okay."
"Simon, I'm fine. It's a party, I'm not gonna go find some aloe right now." And now he was frowning again. Man, maybe it was just her that made him make that face. She sent her tiniest spark through her fingers, giving him a little static shock - just playfully (honest!). "You're officially not allowed to worry about me, or anyone else, tonight, got that?"
"Ow," he hissed, looking a little pouty as he pulled his hand back and rubbed it on his pants. "Okay, brat. I was just trying to help."
Tamara stuck her tongue out at him in response. "You always do," she told him, faux-lecturing, "so you've gotta take the night off. Drink the juice, dance with someone pretty - y'know, all that good teen stuff."
"When you say dance, you mean like move your butt around and pretend like you're having a seizure," Simon smirked.
Tamara winced. "Okay, on second thought? Don't dance. Please don't dance."
"No. Nope. We're dancing." Simon climbed down off the table and reached for her hand. "This is happening."
"You can't be serious," Tamara said, disbelief all over her face, even as she took his hand. Just how much had he had?
"I'm at a party, aren't I? You said it yourself - I should be dancing. And since you're the only one who will talk to me besides Warren and his friends..." Simon led her out to the mass of moving teens.
Tamara was still too surprised to do more than let him lead her. Mostly she was afraid he'd start, well, rhythmically seizing or something, though at the back of her mind she wondered what everyone else would make of her dancing with him. Not that she wasn't used to doing things others disapproved of - quite the opposite - but because on the surface it totally went against her principles. No one ever said so explicitly, but "don't dance with your would-be oppressor" was kind of part of the mutant rights package.
And on top of that, she didn't want people suspecting what she already knew about Simon, which maybe her hypocritical behavior might hint at or something?? She'd promised not to out him...
...whoa. Way too much thinking, her brain informed her with a pleasant buzz from the alcohol. Screw it, this was a party, and Simon Tam was apparently buzzed enough to give 'fun' a try. She could always say that she was amusing herself with his drunken antics or something.
Simon...wasn't thinking nearly as much as she was, or he probably never would have initiated the dance at all. Instead, he was warm, and sick of being wound tight, and pulled her close amidst the dancers, a little smile on his lips. "Now you get to show me how it's done."
Wow. If he wasn't crazy drunk right now, this would be really hot. As it stood, about the only thing Tamara could do was laugh. And, well, dance. "Just so you know," she told him, pulling him close by the front of his shirt, "I'm never letting you live this down."
He blinked as she tugged him close, "I wasn't really thinking that sort of dancing..." though his hands gravitated naturally to her hips.
Tamara just shook her head. "Just shut up and dance, Simon."
Simon felt good. Maybe it was the music, or the fall breeze across the lake, but he didn't completely hate that Warren and Jean-Paul had dragged him down to the party. Even if he was sitting off to the edge of it, his butt on the top of a picnic table, feet on the seat. He'd just texted River, sending her a picture of the tamer portion of the party, and her response made him grin a bit.
Tamara had just grabbed a fresh "juice" (she'd set her first one down somewhere...) and was looking for her next stop. She'd just left Pyro, who, despite his cool power, had turned out to be a real disappointment. At least she'd left that conversation on her own terms, though, she thought with a little smirk.
She spotted Simon sitting on a table, and grinned before she could catch it. Right, so that one attempted makeout session had been destined for failure, but somehow that just made her fond of him in a different way. So yeah, even though she was supposed to despise him publicly for being a flatscan here to study mutants, she headed over.
"You came," she said, stating the obvious with a grin. "I didn't think you would."
Simon looked up, still grinning, then blinked at her. "Oh, hey."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Am I interrupting?"
"Nah, no," he smiled. "Just my little sister."
Adorable, Tamara decided. "Roller coaster girl! Okay, cute, but-- Simon, you're at a party. Have you considered hanging out with people who are actually here?" She'd sort of taken it on herself to steer him in a less 'hopeless' direction, and a party was a perfect opportunity. Tongue in cheek, she added, "I bet your sister would agree with me."
"Right," he laughed softly. "With allllllll the people here that want to hang out with me."
"Well they would if they knew you," Tamara replied readily, shaking her head at him (though she was still smiling). She didn't really expect him to change his mind, stand up and announce his mutant status here and now, of course, but she could keep encouraging. "And come on, most of them are nicer than me, so you should give them a chance, mutant or not."
"Trust me. Even the nice ones don't like me," Simon told her, waving his juice before taking another sip. "I'm happy here. It's nice here. There's still music here."
"I like you," Tamara pointed out, grinning as he waved his spiked juice, kind of proud of him. "But hey, as long as you're happy. It's a good look on you."
"You think every look's a good look on me," Simon taunted playfully.
"And here I thought you hadn't noticed," she teased him back. Apparently what Simon needed to unwind wasn't a girl, it was just booze. She shook her head. "Maybe you're not totally hopeless after all."
"I'll give my sister an update," Simon rolled his eyes. But then his smile eased off a little. "How are your hands? I saw that fireball."
Tamara offered him her slightly burnt hand. "The fireball wasn't bad, but we tested how fireproof I am." She frowned, but it had humor to it. "The answer was 'not completely' I guess."
He gently touched her skin, his smile turning into a frown. "You should let me treat this." Then he paused, making a face. "I mean, you should let someone who is an actual doctor treat it. Although honestly, if you take a pain reliever, drink some water, and put some aloe on it, you should be okay."
"Simon, I'm fine. It's a party, I'm not gonna go find some aloe right now." And now he was frowning again. Man, maybe it was just her that made him make that face. She sent her tiniest spark through her fingers, giving him a little static shock - just playfully (honest!). "You're officially not allowed to worry about me, or anyone else, tonight, got that?"
"Ow," he hissed, looking a little pouty as he pulled his hand back and rubbed it on his pants. "Okay, brat. I was just trying to help."
Tamara stuck her tongue out at him in response. "You always do," she told him, faux-lecturing, "so you've gotta take the night off. Drink the juice, dance with someone pretty - y'know, all that good teen stuff."
"When you say dance, you mean like move your butt around and pretend like you're having a seizure," Simon smirked.
Tamara winced. "Okay, on second thought? Don't dance. Please don't dance."
"No. Nope. We're dancing." Simon climbed down off the table and reached for her hand. "This is happening."
"You can't be serious," Tamara said, disbelief all over her face, even as she took his hand. Just how much had he had?
"I'm at a party, aren't I? You said it yourself - I should be dancing. And since you're the only one who will talk to me besides Warren and his friends..." Simon led her out to the mass of moving teens.
Tamara was still too surprised to do more than let him lead her. Mostly she was afraid he'd start, well, rhythmically seizing or something, though at the back of her mind she wondered what everyone else would make of her dancing with him. Not that she wasn't used to doing things others disapproved of - quite the opposite - but because on the surface it totally went against her principles. No one ever said so explicitly, but "don't dance with your would-be oppressor" was kind of part of the mutant rights package.
And on top of that, she didn't want people suspecting what she already knew about Simon, which maybe her hypocritical behavior might hint at or something?? She'd promised not to out him...
...whoa. Way too much thinking, her brain informed her with a pleasant buzz from the alcohol. Screw it, this was a party, and Simon Tam was apparently buzzed enough to give 'fun' a try. She could always say that she was amusing herself with his drunken antics or something.
Simon...wasn't thinking nearly as much as she was, or he probably never would have initiated the dance at all. Instead, he was warm, and sick of being wound tight, and pulled her close amidst the dancers, a little smile on his lips. "Now you get to show me how it's done."
Wow. If he wasn't crazy drunk right now, this would be really hot. As it stood, about the only thing Tamara could do was laugh. And, well, dance. "Just so you know," she told him, pulling him close by the front of his shirt, "I'm never letting you live this down."
He blinked as she tugged him close, "I wasn't really thinking that sort of dancing..." though his hands gravitated naturally to her hips.
Tamara just shook her head. "Just shut up and dance, Simon."
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