porcelain bar || raven & pietro
Raven had her fair share of run ins with people she knew â whether they were ally or foe, she still preferred not to have any contact with them. But when Pietro Maximoff just so happened to stroll up, down the heavily drugged drink meant for her âguestâ and walk away as if nothing had happened, she knew she couldnât pass this little happenstance up. She needed to get over her small moment of shock which showed on her face, first. After apologizing to the man next to her, promising another drink as she silently cursed him, Raven made her way towards the entrance, heels clicking effortlessly against the tiled floor before the sound turned to a dull thud once they hit the concrete sidewalk.
She looked both ways, after having stopped once she was met with the cool air of the night, and decided to head in a particular direction. It wasnât much of an effort to find the boy, given that this time it didnât seem he was trying too hard to hide himself after that little fiasco back in the bar. Obviously he wanted to make his presence known, and he was Erikâs son, after all. The man certainly had a hand for theatrics. With brown hair pulled up in a swaying ponytail and body clad in a fitted, glittering number, Raven entered the mouth of the alley, hands on her hips and an overall calm expression on her face, but her eyes bled frustration, âYou have some nerve.â
Pietro had hoped it wouldn't be too long for her to come storming out to him, he really wanted to go lay down already, his whole world was spinning around as he tried to center himself. He wasn't sure what she was going to do if she tried to start a fight, well probably lose, but he didn't want to think about that. He started laughing as he thought about just how stupid his little move was, and how angry she must be with him. The laughing didn't stop when she came to the mouth of the alley, her gaze crying murder and anger towards him. Actually it got worse as he bent over holding his stomach from the laughter. And maybe from the drug, he wasn't sure anymore. He finally composed himself enough to wave at her, "Good to see you too," he said shaking his head with a wide grin on his face still. "And I have no idea what you're talking about, you always did make the best drinks, I just couldn't help myself."














