11342/Simple Joys

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Simple Joys
Date of Scene: 15 April 2020
Location: Pizza Joint - Salem Center
Synopsis: Drake and Shannon have a chance to catch up post-grounding over some pizza, enjoying simple, innocent joys of good food and good company.
Cast of Characters: Nightingale, Volt




Nightingale has posed:
     Grounding had not quite gone as Logan planned. Somehow, instead of keeping the intended objects of said discipline from getting into more trouble, trouble found them anyways. So a very gruff, grumpy Canuck lifted the punishment, with a mysterious caveat given to the winged healer in training.

     But that didn't matter. She was free! Nor did she hesitate to let Drake know about the matter. It was very shortly thereafter that the pair met at the Pizza Joint in Salem Center for some well-deserved pie. Shannon made her way into the pizza parlor, dressed in what was for her, a fairly daring outfit. Oh yes, it was the black crop top, red and gold peasant skirt, and sensible black flats. Unfortunately, her left arm is in a sling, but other than that she seems well enough. Glancing around, she tries to see if perhaps Drake arrived here before her....

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley had. It was hardly even a question. He got the confirmation on where she wanted to go, and he raced there. The timing was rather fortunate - he was reaching his wits' end on waiting for information on when her sentence would be up. So hearing that it has simply been lifted kept him from having to make an excessively uncomfortable visit to the place that had made him feel nothing but uncertainty and rejection. He can't imagine they'd even remember him. He was likely no one of worth. Just a would-be student who didn't want to become a political pawn.

The moment she arrived, Drake shot up to his feet and bolted from the table he'd had on reserve. He comes to a prompt halt in front of her and glances back over his shoulder. There's a lot of people here. He returns his gaze to her, then to her wounded arm. His gaze uplids faintly in an unvocalized wince. His right hand sets to the side of her neck and he leans in, head tilting to press a sudden, but firm kiss to the girl's lips, uncaring about any eyes glancing their way. And though it would've happened rapidly, he's in no rush to end it. He missed her. He worried about her. He was irritable at not being there with her. He's angry that she's hurt. It's a lot of feelings pouring out in a single kiss.

Nightingale has posed:
     The only feeling pouring out in the kiss from the winged girl was pure joy. The frustration, the waiting, it didn't matter. There was here and now, and it was more than enough. Reaching up with her good hand, she smiled, gently touching his cheek. "I missed you," she murmurs softly, smiling. She has a seat in the booth, tucking her wings in neatly behind her. "Texting does okay, but it's just not the same as being able to kiss you." Her face goes quite rosy, but her smile is wide enough to swallow a planet.

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley makes a disappointed sound when the kiss is broken, but he moves along to the booth she's chosen. He takes his water from the table he'd been occupying, and relocates it to the booth she seems to prefer. Naturally, he's scooting in beside her. He has no intention of staying at a distance. "No, it doesn't. And it was driving me crazy. They can't keep ya locked down without knowing how long," he grumps. But once seated beside her, he tilts his head to gently bump his brow to her temple. "You're hurt...," he murmurs, voice small.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Not my own injury," Shannon murmurs softly, leaning into the gentle head-bump as if she were a kitten. Indeed, it almost looked as if she'd be purring if she could! She seemed quite content to lean in just as close as Drake would allow. "Guessing you probably saw that bit by Miss Lane in the Daily Planet by now?" Gently, she touches his jawline and just looks him right in the eyes. God, she could fall into those eyes forever! On impulse, she kisses him again, as if reassuring herself he was really there, not one bit ashamed of it.

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley is, at least for tonight, beyond caring about public opinion. He's not dressed to impress anyone but Shannon, and even then, she's seen him at his frumpiest. So when she kisses him again, he's full-tilt embracing it. His gaze falls shut, his hand lifting to set along her jawline briefly. And once this one ends, he exhales a soft sigh. "I don't wanna think about that. Talk shop later," he murmurs. "My girl's hurt. Whether s'her own injuries or not, that's my priority. Lemme dote."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles almost shyly for a moment. "It's a little new, being doted on when I'm not in medical." She smiles softly, resting her head on his shoulder. "You knoww," she says, chuckling softly. "I don't even know what your favorite kind of pizza is! Shame on me for the oversight!" Though it's a statement, it might as well be a question. And, for the moment, it seemed to her the most important question in the world. "Less shop, more food!"

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley doesn't even care about the pizza, dangit! But he indulges the girl, forcing his mind to have more than a single track. "Mushroom," he replies. "Mushroom and pepperoni, if two. But mostly mushroom. Are you one of those people who hates mushrooms?" His nearest arm attempts to slink around her waist. "And, hey, what about you? If I'm gonna make myself not think about you in pain, ya gotta give me something."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grins when he mentions mushrooms. There is zero attempt on her part to discourage him from putting his arm around her waist; if anything, she slips her good arm around him! "Mushroom and onion with extra cheese. And trust me, the pizza helps more than you know." She grins wider still. "If you say you don't like root beer floats..." Hey. It was small, simple things like that, which made all the other BS worthwhile!

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley cringes slightly. "I can't do rootbeer floats," he submits. "It's a little much. Rootbeer straight, absolutely, but.. that, plus pizza, plus icecream..." He exhales a soft sigh. "Body transformation takes the worst kind of sacrifices. The /worst/..." His arm winds around her a little further for a second, before he twists around a little on the booth to face her. His head ducks to determinedly nudge against hers once again. It's a small thing, but an outlet to better vent the frustration at being barred from her for a week-ish, and now finding her hurt.

Nightingale has posed:
     Yeah, no. There was going to be no keeping these two apart. Not after a week of relying on text messages. That would be too much to ask of anyone! She makes a funny face and laughs softly upon mentioning a dislike of one of her favorite treats. "Okay, so down to business. I want to spend more time with you. But what kind of things do we want to do?" She blushes, and dips her head forward, looking right in his eyes. "Heck, I'm even looking forward to bikini shopping."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley starts to recoil when she says they're getting down to business. That sounds so impersonal! But he quickly realizes what she meant, and he breathes a soft sigh of relief again. He wants to relish this moment, getting to inhabit the same physical space as her again without pressures. "I-.. don't know. Beaches are my go-to. I haven't had a lot've time to really just chill, y'know? I don't think I can get away with surfing, or... the other things I used to do on the west coast. But..." He grins brightly at her. "We're definitely shopping."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon giggles and smiles softly at Drake. "Beaches are kind of a thing for me, too. I grew up in a little town in Connecticut called Waterford. There was a public beach there... there was Ocean Beach over in New London, and Misquamicut Beach if we wanted to travel a little to Rhode Island." She blushes and grins a little sheepishly. "It's silly, but when I was a little kid I used to keep hoping the dolphins would come swimming a little closer to shore and we could get to go swim with them. Stupid, huh?"

Volt has posed:
"To be fair, that's something I never did. As often as I was at the beach, I never ran into dolphins." Drake exhales a soft sigh, then finally glances back to the restaurant in general. Turning, he seats himself in the booth like a normal person. "Let's do the shopping after this. Or.. uh.." He pauses to glance balefully at her hurt arm. Dammit. "..maybe after that heals, come to think of it. Trying stuff on while in a sling wouldn't make it very fun. For either of us."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon chuckles softly, and shifts her left shoulder ever so slightly. "You forget," she points out, her voice very soft and gentle. "I heal faster than most. I'll probably be out of the sling in a day or two, and then it's just a few more after that till I get full mobility back." She shifts and turns a little so her be-slinged arm can rest on the table, and she can brush her fingertips along the back of Drake's hand. "Nothing says we can't toss a few ideas about, or go window-shopping one day. Or even if you wanted karaoke night at Evolution, you might... /might/ be able to convince me to go with you..."

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley glances to her hand, then to her face with a wan smile. "Alright. Since you brought it up-" He's interrupted by a waitstaff lady who asks for their order. "One rootbeer float, another regular ol' non-floaty rootbeer, aaaand..." He pauses, glancing back to Shannon. He's clearly defering the pizza choice(s) to her!

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grins right back at Drake, winks, and turns to the waitress. "One large mushroom and pepperoni pizza." Smiling at Drake, she cants her head slightly to one side. "Did you want extra cheese on that?" Hey, she was more than willing to meet him halfway on the pizza. And honestly, well, it just sounded /good/.

Volt has posed:
"And extra cheese," chimes Drake, not needing the prompt. If she's going to do the toppings his way, he can add a thing that she likes.

The waitress scurries off, and he returns his attention to her. "You're sweet," he notes with affection. "But, ah.. since you brought it up..." He raises the hand she'd been touching to lightly nudge against her waist. Of course he's noticed she's showing off a bit more today. "What kinds do you like? Anything in particular you're into?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon blushes bright red, and burrows her face in against his shoulder. "Ummm, to be honest? I've never owned a bikini in my life. I'm pretty sure of what I /won't/ like, but not quite sure of what I /do/, if that makes any sense?" Just a little moment of closeness has her smiling, and relaxing against his side. "Don't think I'll be wearing the tiny triangles of fabric on pieces of string, that's for sure!" The last is with a little bit of a giggle, and a mischievous twinkle of her eyes.

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley ducks his head slightly with a guilty snicker, opting to try to focus past dwelling on anything to that extent. "Eheh.. yeah, that'd probably be a /little/ much! But something sporty, y'know? Functional." He nudges his shoulder to hers. "I always thought that was a good look. Don't gotta wear something that's always at the risk of breaking, know what I mean? But simple."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grins and nudges him gently, as they're waiting for their drinks and pizza. "You know, some of the stuff the classic Bond girls had on was cute, functional, and left enough to the imagination to make it that much hotter for it. Spicy, but ladylike. And we're talking Roger Moore or Sean Connery era here." Brushing a wisp of night out of his eyes, she smiles, captured by their depths once more.

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley looks a little lost on the reference, but he puts on a smile, regardless. "Sure. I mean.. we'll see. But it'd be hard to go wrong with any of that, going with," he lifts his further arm to motion vaguely about her figure, "that." With a boyish grin, he leans in to steal a quick kiss. He's starting to relax again, at least. And though the kiss is brief, it's light, flirtatious. "Don't think I didn't notice this, too...," he mentions, lightly prodding against her bare waist with a fingertip.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon blushes but is more than happy to return that kiss, with a little nibble of his lower lip. "I was kind of hoping you would," she confesses, blushing. "I like making you smile." She shivers a little bit and giggles as he prods at her bare midriff, squirming a little bit. But, before the teasing can get any further, their drinks arrive, followed by their pizza. Mushrooms, pepperoni, and extra cheese.

Grinning, Shannon wraps her good arm around Drake briefly and... well, just can't stop smiling. "This already smelled heavenly, but sharing it with you will make it taste that much better."