[ The spin, she can absolutely indulge, and the way she moves has all the grace of a dancer – even if she doesn’t often consider herself to be one.
But as Richie calls out to the crowd, Gamora looks just as startled as she did when she found herself dancing along with him. He’s ridiculous, absolutely and totally so, and she has the very distant thought that Peter would probably find him hilarious.
As it stands, she’s mostly mystified by how much of a character he is, how over-the-top and joyously so.
She twirls back into his arms, and shakes her head at him, that puzzled shadow of a smile still in place. ]
That was absurd.
[ And maybe she’s just adjusting to the absurd, because she doesn’t look appalled or annoyed.
A step up. ]
puffs aspirator, my mom won't let me drink in the house
[your boyf sounds great gamora, you should introduce them. listen to stupid in stereo...
They're wonderful, the people here. Everyone's been too polite to tell him to shut up. Short-sighted on their part and it isn't likely to last, but he's gonna relish the freedom while he has it. No one bust out the Beep Beep bullshit on him just yet, let him live a little.]
What are you talking about? That's how you call them. Ask anyone. If you want to smoke out the French, you threaten their food. [She's not struggling with the moves at all. He's impressed. The stern and stiff-spined killer he'd met in the bone pit is just hazy memories now. In her stead is someone who almost looks like they can spell "fun" without checking the dictionary.] You dance pretty good for someone who's got no time for nonsense. Do they teach you the cha-cha after you finish dagger throwing?
[Nothing sounds Cuban about the tunes right now, but Richie pulls back a few inches and starts the first few steps anyhow. If she follows along he'll be pleased as fucking punch. What a grand surprise she was turning out to be.]
Gamora has never learned to cha-cha, but what she does know is how to analyze the way someone moves and respond accordingly. It’s a skill that’s kept her alive, made her the deadliest woman in the galaxy, but now? She can absolutely use it to follow Richie’s lead. It’s not a perfect cha-cha, but she can mirror his step, all the same. ]
The man who abducted me did not emphasize something as frivolous as this.
[ Calling Thanos “Father” leaves a bitter taste in her mouth now. ]
Dancing is a new development.
[ And she likes it, a great deal, but it would be like pulling teeth to get her to admit it. ]
She picks it up not through familiarity, but instinct and cues. There's enough hesitation and foot watching that Richie can feel it, though anyone peeking from the punch bowl lines might take them both for naturals.
Of course she chooses then to drop a bomb like that. Richie's brows hit the ceiling.]
Kidnapped?
[Well bend him over and fuck him sideways, was everybody here raw about some grave past? It makes sense in a roundabout way, he knows stories of child soldiers, inductions into wars and mobs and gangs alike. But those were tales from faraway places, lives that never would intersect with his own. Out here it's a whole other ballgame, brother.]
Damn. You have my sympathies, I wouldn't have said shit if I had known. I'm sorry.
[But the music's still playing and they're still swaying, and unbeknownst to him the golden glitter will refuse to put up with a bad time on the floor. So he clucks his tongue and shakes his head.]
I wasn't lying though, you're killer on your feet. You should do this more often.
[ There’s no inclination for Gamora to hide her past; she states it as plainly as if someone had asked her about the weather. But that’s also a matter of how she processes it, how she deals with the horrors that are behind her; she treats them without emotion. So to tell someone that she’d been abducted as a child? It’s fine. It’s behind her now. ]
There’s no need for an apology.
[ Obviously, he didn’t know, and she doesn’t seem bothered.
She does, however, look somewhat pleased by the praise. Gamora likes to be good at things; it fuels into her competitiveness and that drive to succeed. Apparently, dancing is one of those things now. ]
[She plays it so cool. Oh you know, it's just a light abduction. Happened to every kid on the block, we had betting pools on who was going next. You never got snatched as a wee one, Tozier?
Not snatched, no, but you came oh so close didn't you? You would have looked damn cute on those posters, buck teeth and specs as thick as coke bottles, such a sweetheart until they found the remains...
Richie deigns to not discuss the matter further.]
Well damn, I'll give you a reason. Any time you want to hit the town swinging I'll buy your first round of drinks. You in Olympia or Wyver?
sidenote: ur cr chart is making me laugh real hard
[ It’s actually a nice offer, and it catches her by surprise; considering how rocky their introduction had been, she’d assumed he would have been more than happy to see the back of her, but— ]
Wyver.
[ Though she doesn’t outright agree, the fact that she’s even telling him is something. ]
[you're right, it's strange...almost like being a hot girl means you can get away with things...
The song is pulling to a close, reaching higher and higher for a big finale, yet the face Richie pulls is one of pure dismay.]
Ugh! Ain't that just the way? Are you trying to break my heart? Because it'll happen, lady, I'll die right here on the spot. They'll have to mop me up with all eight hundred pounds of glitter they've dumped on the floor. I'll be the flashiest corpse in the morgue. [It's a lot of fluff and bluster — he pulls out of the gripe with a fresh cut grin. Still disappointed, but in good cheer.] I went for Olympia. Better toilets and less dragons. But if I'm ever in town I'll make good on my word. How-bout it?
[The song does end then, but he doesn't quite let her go.] What's your name?
[ The way he babbles... She swears there's such an element of Peter there that it's almost absurd. If she hadn't known Peter Quill before this, she probably wouldn't have the patience for Richie – though, then again, if she hadn't known Peter and the rest of the Guardians, she wouldn't have entertained any of this in the first place.
There's no real smile on her lips, but just the smallest of quirks at the corner. ]
Sounds fair.
[ Whether or not she'll take him up on the offer without the influence of glitter is anyone's guess, but for now? That was as good as a "yes." ]
Gamora.
[ She doesn't step away from him yet, though without the music, she absolutely could. ]
[Sounds like something from a Philip K. Dick paperback, is what he means.
She's only giving the barest of grins. Probably just rusty in the gears, gotta work out the cheeks and get up to more mischief before she graduates to showing off the pearly whites.
Challenge accepted. He tips his head to the side. The glitter in his brows at at the rims of his glasses and cheeks gives him a glow that borders on impish. He'd make an excellent Puck, were anyone to throw an impromptu showing of A Midsummer Night's Dream.] Call me Rich.
But the song is over, and she should absolutely step away, but the effects of the glitter still seem to be in full swing. Rather than drop his hand to break apart, she pulls her fingers free to brush gold away from his glasses – lightly, trying not to knock them out of place. ]
[Unexpected is the theme of this whole encounter, but hey, is he complaining?
Not one bit.
Though he's stunned for a short second Richie soon tilts his head down a shade, raising his brows so that they pass the rim of the glasses and she can clear away the gold. He shuts his eyes for the sparkling shower. It's an oddly affectionate gesture. One he wouldn't expect out of most girls post the first dance, much less a girl like this.
Feeling emboldened, he cracks open an eye and lifts a thumb to her mouth.]
Don't bite.
[Half joke disguised as a full joke, there, but he's smiling as he does a windshield wipe over the top of her lip. That gets the most of it, though he has to rub that pile off the side of her cheek too.]
[ At first, when he lifts his hand towards her face, she leans away on instinct. It's an automatic response, more than anything (to avoid touch, to stop someone from getting that close to her on impulse), but then she stills to give him the opportunity to brush away what's clung to her skin. Admittedly, the gold complements her green and black dress, but she isn't looking forward to finding the damn stuff everywhere for the next six months.
She scrunches her nose ever so briefly when he brushes away the glitter, looking expectantly up at him. ]
Pretty much, yeah. [That backward lean hadn't escaped him, but his thumb hit the skin before he could think twice either. She put up with the mother henning just the same. Tit for tat, Gam Gam.] It'll be a week before either of us are truly clean.
[Richie does withdraw then. Something is lost once the contact is broken. Giddy heights fading back to reality. Even so, his smile is genuine, and so is his gratitude.] Thanks for the spin, Miss Thing. Call me whenever.
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i came here for wine and u give me juice smh
But as Richie calls out to the crowd, Gamora looks just as startled as she did when she found herself dancing along with him. He’s ridiculous, absolutely and totally so, and she has the very distant thought that Peter would probably find him hilarious.
As it stands, she’s mostly mystified by how much of a character he is, how over-the-top and joyously so.
She twirls back into his arms, and shakes her head at him, that puzzled shadow of a smile still in place. ]
That was absurd.
[ And maybe she’s just adjusting to the absurd, because she doesn’t look appalled or annoyed.
A step up. ]
puffs aspirator, my mom won't let me drink in the house
They're wonderful, the people here. Everyone's been too polite to tell him to shut up. Short-sighted on their part and it isn't likely to last, but he's gonna relish the freedom while he has it. No one bust out the Beep Beep bullshit on him just yet, let him live a little.]
What are you talking about? That's how you call them. Ask anyone. If you want to smoke out the French, you threaten their food. [She's not struggling with the moves at all. He's impressed. The stern and stiff-spined killer he'd met in the bone pit is just hazy memories now. In her stead is someone who almost looks like they can spell "fun" without checking the dictionary.] You dance pretty good for someone who's got no time for nonsense. Do they teach you the cha-cha after you finish dagger throwing?
[Nothing sounds Cuban about the tunes right now, but Richie pulls back a few inches and starts the first few steps anyhow. If she follows along he'll be pleased as fucking punch. What a grand surprise she was turning out to be.]
loud SIGHING
Gamora has never learned to cha-cha, but what she does know is how to analyze the way someone moves and respond accordingly. It’s a skill that’s kept her alive, made her the deadliest woman in the galaxy, but now? She can absolutely use it to follow Richie’s lead. It’s not a perfect cha-cha, but she can mirror his step, all the same. ]
The man who abducted me did not emphasize something as frivolous as this.
[ Calling Thanos “Father” leaves a bitter taste in her mouth now. ]
Dancing is a new development.
[ And she likes it, a great deal, but it would be like pulling teeth to get her to admit it. ]
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She picks it up not through familiarity, but instinct and cues. There's enough hesitation and foot watching that Richie can feel it, though anyone peeking from the punch bowl lines might take them both for naturals.
Of course she chooses then to drop a bomb like that. Richie's brows hit the ceiling.]
Kidnapped?
[Well bend him over and fuck him sideways, was everybody here raw about some grave past? It makes sense in a roundabout way, he knows stories of child soldiers, inductions into wars and mobs and gangs alike. But those were tales from faraway places, lives that never would intersect with his own. Out here it's a whole other ballgame, brother.]
Damn. You have my sympathies, I wouldn't have said shit if I had known. I'm sorry.
[But the music's still playing and they're still swaying, and unbeknownst to him the golden glitter will refuse to put up with a bad time on the floor. So he clucks his tongue and shakes his head.]
I wasn't lying though, you're killer on your feet. You should do this more often.
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There’s no need for an apology.
[ Obviously, he didn’t know, and she doesn’t seem bothered.
She does, however, look somewhat pleased by the praise. Gamora likes to be good at things; it fuels into her competitiveness and that drive to succeed. Apparently, dancing is one of those things now. ]
I might, if I have a reason.
[ Like a particularly insistent partner. ]
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Not snatched, no, but you came oh so close didn't you? You would have looked damn cute on those posters, buck teeth and specs as thick as coke bottles, such a sweetheart until they found the remains...
Richie deigns to not discuss the matter further.]
Well damn, I'll give you a reason. Any time you want to hit the town swinging I'll buy your first round of drinks. You in Olympia or Wyver?
sidenote: ur cr chart is making me laugh real hard
Wyver.
[ Though she doesn’t outright agree, the fact that she’s even telling him is something. ]
Did you stay in Wyver after we arrived?
thank you, i poured my heart into it
The song is pulling to a close, reaching higher and higher for a big finale, yet the face Richie pulls is one of pure dismay.]
Ugh! Ain't that just the way? Are you trying to break my heart? Because it'll happen, lady, I'll die right here on the spot. They'll have to mop me up with all eight hundred pounds of glitter they've dumped on the floor. I'll be the flashiest corpse in the morgue. [It's a lot of fluff and bluster — he pulls out of the gripe with a fresh cut grin. Still disappointed, but in good cheer.] I went for Olympia. Better toilets and less dragons. But if I'm ever in town I'll make good on my word. How-bout it?
[The song does end then, but he doesn't quite let her go.] What's your name?
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There's no real smile on her lips, but just the smallest of quirks at the corner. ]
Sounds fair.
[ Whether or not she'll take him up on the offer without the influence of glitter is anyone's guess, but for now? That was as good as a "yes." ]
Gamora.
[ She doesn't step away from him yet, though without the music, she absolutely could. ]
And you are?
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[Sounds like something from a Philip K. Dick paperback, is what he means.
She's only giving the barest of grins. Probably just rusty in the gears, gotta work out the cheeks and get up to more mischief before she graduates to showing off the pearly whites.
Challenge accepted. He tips his head to the side. The glitter in his brows at at the rims of his glasses and cheeks gives him a glow that borders on impish. He'd make an excellent Puck, were anyone to throw an impromptu showing of A Midsummer Night's Dream.] Call me Rich.
[He neglects to pull away.]
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[ And, of course, she'll remember it.
But the song is over, and she should absolutely step away, but the effects of the glitter still seem to be in full swing. Rather than drop his hand to break apart, she pulls her fingers free to brush gold away from his glasses – lightly, trying not to knock them out of place. ]
This is going to get in your eyes.
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Not one bit.
Though he's stunned for a short second Richie soon tilts his head down a shade, raising his brows so that they pass the rim of the glasses and she can clear away the gold. He shuts his eyes for the sparkling shower. It's an oddly affectionate gesture. One he wouldn't expect out of most girls post the first dance, much less a girl like this.
Feeling emboldened, he cracks open an eye and lifts a thumb to her mouth.]
Don't bite.
[Half joke disguised as a full joke, there, but he's smiling as he does a windshield wipe over the top of her lip. That gets the most of it, though he has to rub that pile off the side of her cheek too.]
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She scrunches her nose ever so briefly when he brushes away the glitter, looking expectantly up at him. ]
Is it gone?
[ Or as gone as it's going to get for now. ]
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[Richie does withdraw then. Something is lost once the contact is broken. Giddy heights fading back to reality. Even so, his smile is genuine, and so is his gratitude.] Thanks for the spin, Miss Thing. Call me whenever.