Sitting on a Rainbow, PW

[Erik Valkerie]

Not really? Erik watched as she dropped the coat to the floor, before his eyes snapped back up to her. She was facing away from him and he was getting a great view of the back of her legs and her shoulders. Such nice, creamy shoulders they were. He lifted a hand as if to reach out and touch them.

Erik then snapped his hand back to his side. What was he thinking? Reaching out to touch her? This was Persephone. His Plant Whisperer. He shouldn't be wanting to touch her. Shit, what was she saying now? "You've got to learn to give people a chance to see the real you," he replied. He'd seen the real her. And although some of it he didn't like, the good was starting to far outweigh the bad.

She turned around to face him again and Erik had to make sure he didn't let his gaze drop away from her face again. Damn, she looked great in that dress but it wasn't polite for him to stare at her chest all night. "Not remember? Maybe, maybe not. You're much lighter than I am, the alcohol is going to affect you much quicker. Maybe I should drink more..." but if he drank more, he wouldn't be responsible for his actions. And she was making him think crazy things.

[Persephone Jones]

Persephone ignored his inspirational bullshit. Sure, she knew all that logically. It didn't mean that she was actually able to believe it applied to her. After all, the real her was a two faced, calculating bitch with an agenda who didn't actually care about most people. Giving people a chance to see the real that was just asking to become a social outcast. No thanks, she'd sit pretty on a throne of lies any day.

"You should definitely drink more," she said, walking over and pushing the bottle against him, as well as a fair amount of her body. She was tempted to stay there- he was warm and it felt... safe. However she didn't linger more than a few moments before stepping back. "I don't want to be the only one waking up with the shittiest hangover tomorrow.

"And... can we like... make a pact? Like right now. Before we get any more shit faced," she said. "Can this night just be what it is. Like whatever happens, whatever we say or do, this can just be a singular moment and we don't let it change anything else? When we wake up tomorrow it's all wiped out of the record?" Hopefully they wouldn't remember it anyway, but just in case. If they were gonna be stupid, it was best that they have this agreement.

[Erik Valkerie]

Erik froze, his hand grasped around the bottle. He didn't think she'd had ever been this close to him, this completely in contact with his own body. Holy mother of Thor. He stared down at the top of her head, trying hard not to completely lose his mind.

Drink more. Definitely a great idea. He lifted the bottle to his lips and tilted it back, taking a big gulp. It burned but the burn didn't matter any more. A hangover? Oh Erik didn't even want to think about tomorrow. He hadn't drank in Odin knows when.

"A..pact?" he repeated, trying to wrap his fogged up brain around the idea. So anything that happened tonight would be null and they would never speak of it again? What was that old american saying? 'What happens in vegas stays in vegas?'

"That sounds good. Whatever happens tonight, when we roll out of bed tomorrow we'll go back to fighting like cats and dogs." he nodded, holding out a hand to shake on it.

[Persephone Jones]

Persephone grinned, taking his hand and shaking it. "It's a deal then," she said, winking. She was tempted- very, very tempted- to simply grab him and kiss him. It wasn't like she'd never thought he was attractive, and she now had a free pass to do whatever she liked...

But no, she wasn't quite drunk enough for that. She had to hold off a little bit to make sure he was able to catch up to her level. "Fantastic," she said, "Well since we agree to forget everything tomorrow, what shall we do now?" She turned, walking away and grabbing her coat off the floor. It was habitual at this point, the bend and snap motion which she had learned early on was a 98% sucessful man trap. She wasn't even trying to seduce him.

"I think we agreed to make our way upstairs. What's on the next floor up? Perfect's bathrooms?" She paused and covered her mouth, grinning. "Oh wait. Not supposed to know about that one." She laughed, taking her hands away from her face and grabbing his hand. "Come on. I was sworn to secrecy but if nothing about tonight counts then I'm not breaking my promise." It was a promise to Ransom anyway, and she hated that guy.

[Erik Valkerie]

Her hand was warm and soft when it grasped his. Not unlike how soft they'd been when she'd put that gooey poultice on his wrist when that thrice damned plant stung him. Had he thought her soft and warm then? He couldn't remember but he did now.

Would she be angry if he pulled her up to him and he kissed her? Erik couldn't be too sure about that so he threw that one on a back burner in his mind. Where to next? He had been about to reply when she bent over and snapped back up with her jacket.

Was his jaw hanging open? He had to physically check and he found himself lucky enough that it was still closed up tight. Good good. However, he'd probably never get that image out of his head as long as he lived.

He was lost again. What was it about her that made him always loose himself. Prefects bathroom? So that was were it was. "Sure, lets go," he took another swig of the bottle while his other hand was firmly in her grasp. The bottle was almost empty. What were they going to do once it was gone? Quickly they raced up the stairs, reaching the next floor. "Lead the way to this secret place," he encouraged.

[Persephone Jones]

Persephone lead the way through the corridors, not letting go of his hand. At this point it was partly for stability- she was finding it a bit difficult to walk totally straight. "You know how they always say to look on the bright side?" she said as she walked. "I would say that this is the bright side of the Ransom situation. Prick didn't know how to keep his mouth shut about anything."

She paused as they came to the statue of Boris the Bewildered, having to remember which door it was. Fourth one... to the left. She walked over to it. "Rose water," she spoke, doing her very very best not to slur the words at all. The door swung open and she stepped inside, holding it open for Eric. It was such a lovely place, really. Much nicer than any of the other bathrooms in the building, even though the mermaids in the stain glass windows gave her disapproving looks.

"Isn't it marvelous?" she asked, laughing and dropping her coat onto the floor. She pulled her boots off as well, not even thinking. If they were here, she was going for a swim. She didn't think twice before unzipping the back of her dress and sliding out of it. She did think better of undressing any further though, keeping her undergarments on as she got into the pool-like tub.

[Erik Valkerie]

Erik felt a strange sensation in his stomach the whole while he followed after her with his hand in hers. He'd held girls hands before. He didn't understand what was so special about this girls hand that was sending him all a buzz. "Yeah, the bright side," he agreed, trying to not do anything weird with his hand.

Up they went the next few floors until she came to a stop. Erik tried to remember the place. Maybe he'd be able to come back sometime at a later date. Maybe bring a girl with him. But as he gave the password and pulled him in, Erik frowned on the spot. He may not remember the evening, but this would always be his and hers special place.

It really was marvelous. The tube was huge, and the craftsmanship that went into the rest of the room was exquisite. He did a slow circle where he stood, looking at everything before his eyes went huge as they caught sight of her.

She'd slid out of her dress and was climbing into the tub with only her underwear on. She didn't seem to shy about it. What the heck? he shrugged out of his jacket, and shucked his shirt off over his head before kicking off his shoes and dropping his pants. He was smart enough to also leave his underwear on, boxer briefs. They'd dry quickly afterwards. "Move over," he said as he slid down into the warm water. It was heaven compared to the cold snow from before.

[Persephone Jones]

Persphone watched as Erik undressed. She smirked, knowing he wouldn't have been half as agreeable about stripping if he hadn't downed half a bottle of firewhiskey. Her smirk dropped away as he removed more clothes, biting her lip instead. He was... very good looking. She swam backward a little when he requested, swimming deeper into the pool like tub. Really, it was a bit excessive. How many people did they expect to be in this bath at a time?

Oh well, it was nice. She had always loved swimming, and there was never any place to swim at school (except for the lake, if you were brave.)

"So how's this for a cherry on top of an unexpected evening?" she said, laughing and dipping back to soak her hair. It would undo all the work she had done to make it look perfect, but she didn't really care anymore. "Did you ever expect to end up mostly naked in a bath with me?"

[Erik Valkerie]

The warm water felt like heaven on his body after having been out in the cold for so long. He dropped low into it, the water rising to his chin as he sank into the heat. How did they keep it warm for so long, he wondered. Must have been magic that kept it at just the right temperature for whenever someone needed it.

He watched her as she swam back, glad that the water was hiding most of her body. He was definitely drunk enough to probably do something extremely stupid if he wasn't careful.

"Hmm? Oh, right, yeah, I never would have imagined it happening." No, Erik had never thought about being in a tub with her. Normally she infuriated him. But if alcohol made her more tolerable, he'd probably start drinking more.

"So, you like swimming?" he wasn't sure if he needed to keep up a conversation but he wasn't going to be the asshole who didn't start one in case she wanted to talk.