Amanda, Angelo - Saturday evening
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xp_logsAngelo comes to pick up Amanda for the Elpis function. Marie-Ange, Sofia and Wanda did well.
"Oh, fuck," Amanda muttered under her breath, glancing at the watch Wanda had given her. She was going to be late, and that was not going to happen, not tonight. Catching up the wrap thing that was supposed to go with the dress, she flung it around her shoulders and gave herself one last look in the mirror. Not bad at all. Maybe there was something to be said for this dressing up thing, even if it left her apartment a complete disaster area, with makeup and clothes and hair products scattered everywhere. Now if she could just make it downstairs to where Angelo would be waiting for her by now...
He was at the bottom of the stairs, waiting with no real impatience. Maybe they were going to be a little bit late, but not enough to miss any of the speeches or offend anybody, so it was okay. And he didn't want to rush Amanda until there was a need to.
There was a clatter of heels on the stairs, shortly followed by the blonde witch herself, long skirt caught up in one hand to avoid tripping herself. Sofia and Marie-Ange had chosen well - the dress was a classic Hollywood movie style cut but still simple, and certainly formal enough for the occasion. She gave Angelo a slightly nervous smile, watching for his reaction, and forced herself to slow down and move at a more regal pace.
His eyes widened as she came into view - not that he didn't think she was beautiful all the time, but this was new. "...wow", was all that made it out of his mouth, after a couple of minutes when he realized he should probably say something.
The smile grew, and a slight blush coloured her cheeks. "You look pretty 'wow' yourself..." she began as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Only to catch one of the three-inch heels she was wearing and nearly pitch herself flat on her face.
Angelo leapt forward automatically to catch her, before realizing exactly why she'd tripped and giving the shoes a pointed look. "You're really not used to wearin' those, are you?"
Ears and cheeks flaming bright red, Amanda released her panicked clutch on his arms and straightened, reaching up to push a blonde curl that had gotten unseated by the near-fall. "Um, not really," she admitted. "Sofia said they went with the dress, so I thought I'd try. I'll just be more careful?"
"You'll be fallin' over all night", he corrected lightly. "An' you know this is a dinner-dance, right? Can't have that."
Despite herself, Amanda winced. Dancing? In these shoes? She'd cause an accident. She looked down at her feet. "I could change 'em?" she suggested. "Except I don't really have anything that would suit... Would it be too embarrassing for you if I went with the Docs? They're clean, at least."
"If you want to wear the Docs, you wear the Docs", he said with a shrug and a grin. "Might get a few looks, but who cares?"
The relief was plain on her face. She hadn't wanted to let him down - she knew this was important for his work, and she'd made the effort because he hadn't asked her to. Leaning over - the shoes made her almost the same height as him - she kissed him gratefully. "I'll just be a sec," she promised.
Angelo chuckled as she pulled back. "I know. Go get your shoes."
At the function, Amanda gets to see Angelo at work. She's suitably impressed.
It was a fairly standard event, as these things went - tables around the room for the dinner part of the evening, and a dance floor area set up at the end for when people had finished eating and the band started up. Angelo was in professional mode from the moment they stepped through the door, smiling at those he recognised and shaking hands at introductions, then turning to introduce Amanda.
Angelo might have been in professional mode, but he was still Angelo, and the easy friendliness with which he was handling the situation was helping settle Amanda's nerves as well. She stood up straighter, smiling at those she was introduced to and exchanging small talk about the think tank in response to questions before they moved onto the next group. Squeezing his arm where she was holding onto it, she murmured to him: "You're really good at this, you know. Having fun?"
"Practice", he said, grinning down at her. "An' yeah, I am. You?" He knew she didn't do things like this all that often, and he could only hope she was enjoying it.
"I really am." She sounded a little surprised, then added, with a grin of her own: "That's probably 'cause my feet aren't killing me and I'm not falling flat on my face. You do this sort of thing often, then?"
"When it comes up. Not always exactly like this, but there's social sort of networkin' things every so often. Sometimes it's lunch, sometimes it's this, sometimes it's drinks..." He glanced at her shoes, grin widening. "Don't think anybody's noticed the Docs yet."
"The dress is long enough to hide 'em, I s'pose." She chuckled. "Reminds me of Asgard, actually. Long fancy dresses with the Docs on underneath. Most of our work stuff - the public stuff, that is - is research and the like. More paperwork, less social stuff."
"Well, you know you can always come as my plus one to these things", he offered lightly. "Might even help with the public side of what you do, sometimes."
"I think I'd like that, being your plus one." She squeezed his arm again, feeling a happy little thrill at the words. "And you're probably right - couldn't hurt for some of this lot to know more about mutants, and that's what we do."
"Both of us, in our ways", he agreed, glancing around as waiters appeared at the sides of the room and people started drifting towards the tables. "An' I think that's our cue to sit down."
"I think you're right." Angelo's hand was warm against the bare skin of her back as he steered her towards their table, which was with a mixed group of business types, mutant interest groups and the like. Amanda was mentally thanking her lucky stars she'd acquired some table manners of the years - making slurping noises with the soup would be a bit on the embarassing side.
He pulled her chair out for her without thinking about it before taking his own seat, used by now to what was expected at this kind of function. Some of the faces at the table were familiar, and they got warm smiles along with the nods of greeting that went to everyone else.
Managing to sit without tangling herself in her skirt, Amanda settled herself and glanced up at Angelo as he sat beside her. Receiving a reassuring smile and handsqueeze as he introduced them both, she took a breath and followed his lead, nodding and smiling as the waiter came by to begin pouring drinks.
"Oh, fuck," Amanda muttered under her breath, glancing at the watch Wanda had given her. She was going to be late, and that was not going to happen, not tonight. Catching up the wrap thing that was supposed to go with the dress, she flung it around her shoulders and gave herself one last look in the mirror. Not bad at all. Maybe there was something to be said for this dressing up thing, even if it left her apartment a complete disaster area, with makeup and clothes and hair products scattered everywhere. Now if she could just make it downstairs to where Angelo would be waiting for her by now...
He was at the bottom of the stairs, waiting with no real impatience. Maybe they were going to be a little bit late, but not enough to miss any of the speeches or offend anybody, so it was okay. And he didn't want to rush Amanda until there was a need to.
There was a clatter of heels on the stairs, shortly followed by the blonde witch herself, long skirt caught up in one hand to avoid tripping herself. Sofia and Marie-Ange had chosen well - the dress was a classic Hollywood movie style cut but still simple, and certainly formal enough for the occasion. She gave Angelo a slightly nervous smile, watching for his reaction, and forced herself to slow down and move at a more regal pace.
His eyes widened as she came into view - not that he didn't think she was beautiful all the time, but this was new. "...wow", was all that made it out of his mouth, after a couple of minutes when he realized he should probably say something.
The smile grew, and a slight blush coloured her cheeks. "You look pretty 'wow' yourself..." she began as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Only to catch one of the three-inch heels she was wearing and nearly pitch herself flat on her face.
Angelo leapt forward automatically to catch her, before realizing exactly why she'd tripped and giving the shoes a pointed look. "You're really not used to wearin' those, are you?"
Ears and cheeks flaming bright red, Amanda released her panicked clutch on his arms and straightened, reaching up to push a blonde curl that had gotten unseated by the near-fall. "Um, not really," she admitted. "Sofia said they went with the dress, so I thought I'd try. I'll just be more careful?"
"You'll be fallin' over all night", he corrected lightly. "An' you know this is a dinner-dance, right? Can't have that."
Despite herself, Amanda winced. Dancing? In these shoes? She'd cause an accident. She looked down at her feet. "I could change 'em?" she suggested. "Except I don't really have anything that would suit... Would it be too embarrassing for you if I went with the Docs? They're clean, at least."
"If you want to wear the Docs, you wear the Docs", he said with a shrug and a grin. "Might get a few looks, but who cares?"
The relief was plain on her face. She hadn't wanted to let him down - she knew this was important for his work, and she'd made the effort because he hadn't asked her to. Leaning over - the shoes made her almost the same height as him - she kissed him gratefully. "I'll just be a sec," she promised.
Angelo chuckled as she pulled back. "I know. Go get your shoes."
At the function, Amanda gets to see Angelo at work. She's suitably impressed.
It was a fairly standard event, as these things went - tables around the room for the dinner part of the evening, and a dance floor area set up at the end for when people had finished eating and the band started up. Angelo was in professional mode from the moment they stepped through the door, smiling at those he recognised and shaking hands at introductions, then turning to introduce Amanda.
Angelo might have been in professional mode, but he was still Angelo, and the easy friendliness with which he was handling the situation was helping settle Amanda's nerves as well. She stood up straighter, smiling at those she was introduced to and exchanging small talk about the think tank in response to questions before they moved onto the next group. Squeezing his arm where she was holding onto it, she murmured to him: "You're really good at this, you know. Having fun?"
"Practice", he said, grinning down at her. "An' yeah, I am. You?" He knew she didn't do things like this all that often, and he could only hope she was enjoying it.
"I really am." She sounded a little surprised, then added, with a grin of her own: "That's probably 'cause my feet aren't killing me and I'm not falling flat on my face. You do this sort of thing often, then?"
"When it comes up. Not always exactly like this, but there's social sort of networkin' things every so often. Sometimes it's lunch, sometimes it's this, sometimes it's drinks..." He glanced at her shoes, grin widening. "Don't think anybody's noticed the Docs yet."
"The dress is long enough to hide 'em, I s'pose." She chuckled. "Reminds me of Asgard, actually. Long fancy dresses with the Docs on underneath. Most of our work stuff - the public stuff, that is - is research and the like. More paperwork, less social stuff."
"Well, you know you can always come as my plus one to these things", he offered lightly. "Might even help with the public side of what you do, sometimes."
"I think I'd like that, being your plus one." She squeezed his arm again, feeling a happy little thrill at the words. "And you're probably right - couldn't hurt for some of this lot to know more about mutants, and that's what we do."
"Both of us, in our ways", he agreed, glancing around as waiters appeared at the sides of the room and people started drifting towards the tables. "An' I think that's our cue to sit down."
"I think you're right." Angelo's hand was warm against the bare skin of her back as he steered her towards their table, which was with a mixed group of business types, mutant interest groups and the like. Amanda was mentally thanking her lucky stars she'd acquired some table manners of the years - making slurping noises with the soup would be a bit on the embarassing side.
He pulled her chair out for her without thinking about it before taking his own seat, used by now to what was expected at this kind of function. Some of the faces at the table were familiar, and they got warm smiles along with the nods of greeting that went to everyone else.
Managing to sit without tangling herself in her skirt, Amanda settled herself and glanced up at Angelo as he sat beside her. Receiving a reassuring smile and handsqueeze as he introduced them both, she took a breath and followed his lead, nodding and smiling as the waiter came by to begin pouring drinks.
