“I’ll be perfectly fine, thank you.” Scarlett dismessed the coat being handed to her with a wave of her finger, holding her flute of champagne with her other hand as she walked out to the balcony, taking a glance at the city in front of her – and the fireworks that were still coloring thee sky.
“Alrighty then,” Peter shrugged, deciding to drape the coat around his bare shoulders like a cape instead. He would have put it on if it was a few sizes bigger, but he didn’t feel like being the Hulk tonight.
“Having fun Whiskers?”










