Drinking when you had an increased metabolism was a difficult line to walk. If the drinks the bar was serving were regular alcohol, you had to do a lot of shots very quickly for it to have any effect at all. It was something Pietro had mastered… but it was also really expensive. He could hardly afford to handle such a thing, no matter how many wallets he stole. Luckily for him, his new roommate seemed to have a workaround. Pietro wasn’t sure what kind of drinks they were serving him here… but he knew they were working. On her, too, clearly.
She was looking remarkably drunk as he scanned the crowd for someone to steal from, and the fact that there were no easy targets here made him wonder if perhaps she’d had an ulterior motive when she’d picked their drinking establishment. One man quite literally had eyes on the back of his head, making it difficult for Pietro to find anything he could steal.
Difficult… but not impossible.
His hand shot out quickly, almost as if he didn’t mean for it to at all. It was a blur of blue smoke when he pulled it back, prize clutched between his fingers. A plant of some kind. It took him a moment to recognize it as mistletoe, though he failed to remember the Christmas tradition of locking lips beneath it. Pietro, after all, was no expert on the traditional decorations of a holiday he didn’t celebrate, and he hadn’t cared enough to learn them.
Turning to Cassie, he held the plant up to show her. Strange thing to put on a table, he started to say, but before the words left his mouth, her lips found his. Only then did he remember the tradition behind the mistletoe… and the fact that he’d been holding it above his head.
When they pulled apart, he flashed her a drunken grin, wriggling the mistletoe around a bit. “Be honest, you’ve been waiting for an excuse all night, haven’t you?”
Pacing wasn’t something that Cassie had learned -- drinking wasn’t something she did because she had never seen the point. It was an expensive habit and having the powers she had and being out of control? It wasn’t a safe combination for anyone involved. But a bar like this, there was something comforting, like strength in numbers -- if there was anyone on the planet that could keep her in check (that wasn’t Donna or Diana) they’d be in this bar. And if there was anyone who could stop Pietro from acting like an idiot, they’d also be in this bar.
But tonight, Cassie wasn’t the person to keep him in check. She had gotten him to the bar with other powered people -- but outside of that? Cassie was too many drinks in to have the reflexes to stop a man who moved faster than anyone could see. But she did see the blue blur of his hand -- but the fact he stole mistletoe instead of anything worth money was... actually hilarious. Her hand was over her mouth as she tried to stifle the laughter, but it was all too obvious that she was thrilled his heist had been fruitless.
The kiss was brief and sloppier than Cassie would ever want to admit, but that didn’t bring her any shame or embarrassment. It was Pietro talking after that did. She could feel the heat in her cheeks and quietly prayed to Hera that he would write it off as the alcohol and not see that it was him doing that to her.
“No---” The word came out of Cassie’s mouth faster than she had moved in to kiss him. “I mean, I mean no, not just tonight, I---” wrong direction, Cassie! “I mean I haven’t thought about it at all! It’s bad luck to not kiss under mistletoe! And I have enough problems in my life without you bringing in your bad luck into our apartment. You’ve probably got... a cosmic bill of bad karma just waiting to explode and I don’t want to tempt the Fates.”
