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Foggy Nelson	Foggy had asked Elektra to wear something athletic, and he had done the same. He wore grey trousers, or at least they looked like trousers, but they had reinforced knees, seat, an adjustable waistband, and were made of a stretchy, yet durable material. To most people, they would appear to be ordinary Dockers, but to anyone who was used to athletic activity, they'd be seen as the perfect attire, while fashioned to blend in with other people. His shirt though appeared to be a simple black t-shirt, looser than he'd probably like, but if it were tight, it'd give away his actual physique. He was trying to hide a few extra pounds with it. There was a picture of Mackenzie King Station, the space station up above, on it in white, with an astronaut wearing an Alpha Flight space suit. He obviously dreamed of one day going up there, if he could ever afford it. He was waiting where he had arranged to meet Elektra, and had a backpack slung over his shoulders with some extra things, such as chaulk, climbing shoes, one for himself, and another for her. He'd bought them, guessing her size. In fact, he'd bought six of them, and planned to return the ones that didn't fit. So there he waited, outside, hands in his pockets, whistling the theme from Beverly Hills Cop.
Elektra Natchios	She'd been ready before the appointed hour, essentially scoping out the place she'd been told to meet Foggy. When he arrives, she steps out and makes like she's just shown up herself, though he may know better. Hersself dressed in casual sportswear in a speandex blend. Decent climbing shoes. Her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. Not a logo in sight. You know it costs money when they aren't expecting you to advertise for you. She smiles when she sees him and the backpack. "Foggy. I hope I'm not late?"
Foggy Nelson	"Oh no, I just got here..." and the sight of the climbing shoes, he has to smile, "climbing shoes?" How'd she know he was going to take her climbing. All he'd said was to bring athletic gear. "Great minds think alike, huh?" And he laughed, "you know, I picked up six pairs of climbing shoes for you, since I wasn't sure of your size. Thankfully I saved the receipt." And yeah, her outfit, no logos anywhere. That means it must be expensive, but it looked great on her. He offered his arm to her, hoping to lead her the two blocks to the Rock Climbing Gym.
Elektra Natchios	Elektra's smile is a smoothness in reply to Foggy, "I made an educated guess." And she had, she's scouted out the area after he'd made their plans, and sussed out what places had the best chance of being the chosen activity. She'd chosen from those, and chosen well. She kept an easy pace along with him, "Great minds, certainly. Though we don't have an avacado story."
Foggy Nelson	"We'll make our own story," Foggy reassures her, as he led her there, opening the door for her. He followed after, and was surprised to see no one else was there. Oh, there was a girl at the reception desk, but that seemed to be the only one there. Music was playing. There were even towels, chalk, and some other things set out for two, but there was nobody there. This was strange. The place was usually packed. Looking to her, he asked, "did you book the whole place?" She did seem to do things in style.
Elektra Natchios	Elektra waits for him to come the the correct realization, and when he does, she looks more than a little pleased. "I did. I thought why ruin a perfect afternoon with others. I hope you don't mind?" She checks the items that have been left out, including a chilled bottle of champagne, "A glass before? Or shall we wait until after?"
Foggy Nelson	Foggy blushes at the lengths she's gone to. "Oh, uh, sure, why not?" He was a little taken aback by all this. After all, he thought the pants he wore, which cost a few hundred dollars, were especially extravagant, but he was trying to get into better shape, and Rock Climbing was fun. Hard, but fun. He'd gotten up to V5, once, which was an accomplishment for him, with the scale going to V17, and getting progressively harder. Most bouldering places didn't even have routes that went past a V12. "You surprise me, Elektra."
Elektra Natchios	Thhere's a negligent shrug from the woman. "I debated. Blend in with a crowd of others as though we were just another couple having an evening off together, or.. this." As she speaks, she opens the champagne bottle and pours two glasses, one for each, and hands one to foggy. "I thought it might be a nicer way to relax. People will always be there. But an evening like this won't always be. Besides, there's the meal afterward, and that I've truly left up to you."
Foggy Nelson	Foggy accepts the glass that is offered to him, and briefly, his fingers brush against hers. He was a lawyer, so his hands were pretty soft, but not as soft as one might expect of a lawyer. Then again, he had been trying rock climbing, so that might explain it. "Elektra, you can do many things, but blending in is not one of them," at least in his experience. How little he knew. "But what shall we drink to?"
Elektra Natchios	Her laughter is soft in response to his observation, "I blend in perfectly well when I wish to." Of course she's meaning it in a whole other fashion. Her glass is held semi-aloft, "How about to new beginnings?"
Foggy Nelson	Foggy will nod his head, "I can certainly see that," and as he looked into her eyes, he reached out with his glass to clinks it against her own, "to new beginnings," before he drowns much of his. It was good, better champagne than he was used to. And he was reasonably certain that the glass itself was real crystal, expensive too. Probably made in Germany.
Elektra Natchios	Elektra touches her glasss to his, the crystal giving a faint echo of a chime, and then she sips. "I should apologize," she says presently. "I think you perhaps intended something rather more casual than this. Though I won't apologize for renting the space. So, tell me, how often do you climb?" She asks as though she doesn't know, and perhaps she doesn't. Perhaps this thing she has left to chance, leaving a space between them to open up and allow other things to be sown and grow. While she waits for his answer, the wine is sipped. She is, in all things, patient.
Foggy Nelson	"I," he looks around. It seemed that the people at the rock climbing centre had made themselves scarce, leaving a tent card asking with instructions on how to contact them. In other words, the place was about as private as it gets. He'd never been here with it like this. It was a little awe inspiring, even if he was familiar with the place. "I just, yeah, it's a bit different, but good. I like it." And holding her gaze, he adds, "no distractions." "I've been, you know, I don't really count, but usually two, sometimes three times a week. It really depends on how busy my case work has been. But I've found it to be relaxing, you know, in that ouch, my body feels like it's dying kind of way."
Elektra Natchios	Elektra listens, nodding as he speaks. She notes him looking about for the staff that is not there. which should suggest she thinks herself an able spotter for him. That, or there is someone waiting in the wings to come help when they actually get down to climbing. She nods, her smile something less than calculated. "We should all be so lucky as to enjoy something that way. To remember we're alive." She's few things she does that leave the ouch, or even that small elated feeling of being alive.. Perhaps that's part of her ennui. One of the many reasons why the life Matt dangled in front of her didn't satisfy. Couldn't satisfy.
Foggy Nelson	"You're right," he agreed, as he took another sip of his wine, which was very, very good. "Welp," he placed a hand on his knees, "we've been drinking, so how about we try some of that unsupervised dangerous physical activity?" He was blushing as he looked at her, and there was this nagging feeling in the back of his mind. What would Matt say?
Elektra Natchios	Elektra's answer is to laugh lightly and put her glass down. "You make this all sound so tawdry, Foggy. And it's hardly unsupervised?" She arches a brow at him. "You've climbed you said." Though she relents enough to offer, "And I am no stranger to the walls." Walls, actually, of any sort. Not that he knows that. There are so many things about her that Foggy doesn't know. "Shall I spot you first?"
Foggy Nelson	"Tawdry?" He replies, liking her accent and word choice. "But okay, sure." And he began to move, careful not to tip over the wine bottle or anything, and walked, casually, towards the wall. He looked up at it, and whistled, "maybe a few easier warm up routes." The early ones didn't require a spotter, as if they fell, they'd fall into cushion. He looked around for an easy route, then picked one, a yellow coloured V3, which suggested he was still pretty new, but then, it was a warm up. He began by getting the chalk out of his back, making sure to get his hands nice and chalky, for the grip, and offered it to her, holding it with the tips of his fingers.
Elektra Natchios	That her fingers brush along his is likely a deliberation. There are so few things she does without forethought and planning. The chalk taken and applied to her hands with practised ease. "Shall I spot, or do we live dangerously?" His echo of her word earns him something of a smirk, but no comment, and even then, only a momentary gesture. Then she is all focus upon the wall, assessing it and planning out her route. Seeing the challenge in even the easy wall. Places where the novice would never dare to try to take a hand or foothold. Places she's assuming Foggy won't either, but is considering whether or not she shall.
Foggy Nelson	Foggy was that quirky guy. He was about to go there. "Let's get dangerous." Of course, to him, that was a line from Darkwing Duck, and would always be so. To her, it's probably just a phrase she's hearing for the first time. And he takes his first handhold of the wall. He tries to get a good first grip, since you can easily fall on the very first effort. Then he grabs another one, and hoists himself up. He hasn't fallen yet. So he's doing well. He even gets the third, fourth, and fifth one. But the route he had chosen went underneath a faux underpass. By the time he hit the sixth and seventh one, he lost his balance, and fell back onto the map, laughing at himself. He looked up, to see how she was doing.
Elektra Natchios	She hadn't intended on showing him up. She'd merely mapped out a route ... several really, that made the beginner wall more challenging. Really, all Elektra had planned on doing was taking one of the harder, but regular paths.. That was until she put her hands upon the first handhold. After that, something took over. The same something that always drove her forward. Made her push her limits to the breaking point. When Foggy fell, she's already halfway up the wall along a route that shouldn't be possible, paused to make certain he's okay. At his laughter, she chuckles. "They're tricky, those."
Foggy Nelson	Smiling up at her, he called out, "give me a second. I'll be right up." This one wasn't so high that a fall would injure someone, but there was a good height to it. The challenge was all in the spacing of the holds, their angle, the shape of the holds, and it was entirely customisable by the staff, though doing so was difficult, so they'd only change it up on a seasonal basis, usually. Rolling over, he tried to take the same path, he was a stubborn sort, and this second time he got farther. But again, he fell onto his back. "Third time's the charm," he called out, now out of breath, but after a moment, he tried it again. This time, he almost slipped. At one point he was only holding himself up with one hand and a foot, but he managed to correct himself just in time, and he made it up to the landing above. Taking a seat up there, he turned to her, "so, miss me?"
Elektra Natchios	Elektra holds her position with ease, watching him as he climbs, enjoying his progress. The third trip up she offers some suggestions. "No, not that hold. The one just a bit further to your right. When you shift your weight towards it, you should get the balance you want." Then she leaves it at that, leaving him to figure out the reast. And then he's on the landing above, leaving her to finish her climb and join him. "Miss you? Always." Her brown eyes twinkle with mirth. Seemingly genuine mirth.
Foggy Nelson	Foggy was having a great time, even if he did fall twice. No matter how many times he fell, he got back up again. It's how we grow, or go insane. "Thanks for the advice. It really helped. You're great at this. Great at everything, actually... now that I think about it." His blue eyes seemed to return that twinkle, though his was more of a mixture of exhilaration and exultation. It was then that he noticed that he had instinctively placed a chalk covered hand over one of hers. He didn't pull it back though he did offer to apologise, "sorry."
Elektra Natchios	Elektra sits on the ledge, looking out at the mat below. If she notices the hand upon hers, she doesn't say anything. Nor does she draw it away until he apologizes. "No harm. No matter. And not everything, Foggy," she admits after a pause. She doesn't look at him, though, continuing, "I failed with Matthew." Her lightness fades for a moment, leaving her in contemplation. A thing she didn't allow often. Contemplation left a person questioning themselves, or worse, finding themselves lacking. If there was anything Elektra Natchios needed to believe, it was that she was not lacking. That her choices in life had not made less of her, even if Matt had chosen to end their relationship because of those choices. Even if it seemed like such a simple thing to get him back.. And there was the crux of it all: why did she find it so hard to be what he envisioned of her? What was so broken or wrong.. Her thoughts were snapped back with a finality, closing that avenue. It was a path she refused to go down. Turning to Foggy, she smiles, "Another wall? Which is your favourite?"
Foggy Nelson	"You didn't fail. Life's a journey, not a destination. If it's meant to be, it'll happen, and if not, then I'm sure something great will come along. It always does." He wanted to give her a hug right now, as she seemed so contemplative, but he wasn't sure if that would be appropriate. Most likely not, so instead, he smiled when she turned and smiled to him. "Sure," he said, getting a mischievous look on his face, and then he does something incredibly dangerous, really stupid, and yet, kind of sweet. He tugs at her, and leans out, sending himself falling into the safety of the heavily cushioned floor. There are no ropes in this section, as it's safe to fall from here, but he was hoping to surprise her with the move. He laughed all the way down.
Elektra Natchios	His words almost reach her. Almost, but not quite. She's about to turn to him; to listen.. and then he's tugging her and both tumble from the ledge... Except, unlike Foggy, Elektra isn't wired to just go with it. There's the immediate snap-to of alertness! Danger! The need to protect and fight! And while he's laughing and falling to the mat, before she can stop herself, Elektra twists and turns in her fall, reaching out and catching at the wall with surprising speed. Only two fingers find purchase on the foothold, but they're enough, the woman's fall stopped, even though there's a sudden tug on her shoulder that threatens to pull it out of its socket. A shame, really, because even as she's caught the wall, and stopped her fall, she realizes what he's done. The opportunity she's missed. And more, perhaps, what she's given away with her reflexive reaction.
Foggy Nelson	Looking up at her, as she held onto the hold with two fingers, supporting her whole body weight with it, Foggy can't help but be amazed. "Wow, you've got some truly impressive reflexes and upper body strength." He moved on the cushion, getting up, "but uh... sorry. I just thought it'd be fun." He was still smiling, but also blushing as his idea had gone wrong.
Elektra Natchios	With a simple move, Elektra pushes out at the wall with her feet, allowing herself to fall, joining him on the mat. "It's nothing," she lies. "Probably adrenaline." She lands, not on her feet, but as he has, on her back, the mats doing their job and absorbing her fall. Not that she couldn't have landed on her feet, or that she needs the mats, but her grab at the wall had been a telling mistake. Her fall, such as it is now, an act of deliberation to distract Foggy from what he's just seen.
Foggy Nelson	"Well, whatever it was, it was incredible." He's still smiling like the cat that got the canary. With him now standing and her having jumped down to the mat, he reaches out to offer her his hand, so he can help her up. Of course, with the way this mount bounces, her sudden movement upwards might unbalance him, and he had been drinking.
Elektra Natchios	Again, she could get herself up. Could have leapt up in a simple move, without touching mat, and landed back on her feet.. but that would have defeated the purpose of her fall. And her seeming to be nothing more than normal. Skilled at wall climbing, but normal. Instead, she takes the proferred hand and eases herself up without unbalancing either of them. Her chalked hands are dusted off on her thighs and ass as she looks to him. "Pure adrenaline," she lies again. "Still up for more?"
Foggy Nelson	Foggy nods his head up and down enthusiastically, "I'm game if you are." And he turned, heading towards a different climbing section. As he got there, he took another good look, trying to find his pathway. As he did so, he walked around a bit, trying to find that perfect route. Noting the chalk on her thighs and ass, he gestured towards it. "Uh, you er, you got chalk." It was clear as day on her, given the dark colours. White was always a great colour to contrast things with, just, that wasn't the goal this time, or was it?
Elektra Natchios	Elektra looks down when he points out what she's done. The marks are, as he says, clear as day. Handprints smudged along her thighs and ass. Like some phantom lover had performed an accorbatic act to leave their handprints there in exactly that alignment. There's a laugh from her, and an easy shrug. "It's part of the experience." A brow is lifted in amusement. It's true, though, the climbing comes with chalkmarks whether you like it or not. Most of her taining came with visible traces of some sort. A hand is held out for the chalk again. "Totally game. I'll spot you?"
Foggy Nelson	Foggy had managed to keep his pants looking clean, but then, they were grey. The white barely showed if he got it on them, and while his black t-shirt showed a few signs of chalk, it had mostly been kept clean. After all, his hands hadn't touched them, his torso hadn't touched any of the holds, and when he landed on the cushioned floor, there was no, or so little chalk on them, that it barely touched him. Nodding, he tucked himself into the harness, and handed her the hold, in case he were to fall. He rarely used the ones that needed a spotter, as it meant he'd have to go so much higher, and plus, once he was up there, he was alone. It was so much more fun on the smaller, bug challenging routes. But she seemed to want the harder ones, so he put himself into the harness, gave her the cable. If he lsot control, she'd have to hold it and use her body weight, as well as a system of counterweights, to keep him aloft. Turning to begin his ascent, he said, "here goes nothing..." And he meant that. As he began to climb, he made it about half way up, which for him was an anchivement, before he lost his footing, and fell, dangling there like a piece of meat, waiting for her to let him down. "This is actually a new personal best. Yeah. Think about it."
Elektra Natchios	She's spotted before if the play of cable is anything to go by. Certainly the way she braces against and counterbalances his falling weight tells a pretty tale of knowing what she's doing. Her keen eyes watching his progress. She'd noted his mistake - where she'd have done it differently. But then again, she scaled brick walls, using the bare purchase between bricks as toe and fingerholds. He's slowly let down, the lengths of cable eased so that he can right himself when he's close enough to the mat. "Not bad. And a personal best, huh? Want some pointers, or are you happy with that?" She waits. There isn't any judgement to her question, just a calm offer.
Foggy Nelson	"Oh, I'd like the pointers. If you can help me improve, I want to hear it." Foggy was such a nice guy. There was no shame or embarrassment there. She seemed to be better. It showed. He wanted to improve. He smiled. He locked eyes with her. He began to undo himself from the harness, so she could have a go. But there was none of the macho pride most men had. He had pride. But he also had confidence... of a sort. He just liked to deflect it with humour.
Elektra Natchios	There's a shake of her head, telling him to keep the harness on. "Come on. We're going to get you to the top of that wall." She pauses, meeting his gaze when he locks his on hers. "Trust me?"
Foggy Nelson	Pausing in his efforts to remove the harness, he again fastens it, making sure that it's all secure. It's pretty easy to get in and out of it. "All right." He says when she confidently informs him that they're going to get him to the top of that wall. Her pause, and question gets back an emphatic, and far too quick, "implicitly." Even he was surprised by the strength of his response, especially given what little he knows of her past. Why was he having so much fun with her? She was supposed to be evil. Matt was so going to kill him for this.
Elektra Natchios	Elektra gives him a very long looking over, then holds out her hands, requesting to see his. Gauging the strength of his hands. Where his callouses are. How he looks to use his body. His body weight. His stance. And when she's done that, the wall is looked over again. "Okay, I want you to trust me on this. It's going to seem not at all what you should do, but we're going to work with your body, not what the instructors here have to say. They're working with the lowest common denominator.." Elektra approaches the wall and points to certain hand and footholds, showing him how she wants him to start. "Once we get you up past that third level, I'm going to tell you where to go. I need you to trust yourself on this. Can you do that?" Trust himself, not her. She turns to regard him, waiting for his answer.
Foggy Nelson	Foggy holds his hands out so that she can see them, feel them if she wants, the calluses and such. She seems to be taking an unusual interest in his physique, and now he was feeling a bit embarrassed. He wasn't as fit as Elektra, or Matt for that matter. But hey, she was still here with him, and they had been having fun. "Sure," he said, a hesitation in his voice. He thought about her words. "Trust myself. Right." Inwardly, he was thinking 'oooh boy...'
Elektra Natchios	It's an oddly detached perusal of him that Elektra gives. It's clear that she's not judging him in any way past assessing his abilites. "Trust yourself," she repeats. "You've got the skills. All you need to do is believe you can do it. In fact, if you make it to the top, I'll take us anywhere you want to go. Deal?"
Foggy Nelson	"Really?" He said, more to the first part than the last, though she'd be forgiven if she thought he was going for the last part. He thought about it. Whispering to himself, "trust myself... trust myself." And he nodded, "okay," and he put some more chalk on his hands, then clamped his hands together like they probably do in movies. Except he just put chalk on them, so he makes a bit of a dust cloud, which makes him cough.
Elektra Natchios	Elektra manages not to laugh at the chalk and coughing, but only barely. She sets herself enough away from the wall to support him, and to guide. "Okay, you know the first moves. When you get up to the point I showed you, I want you to use your opposite foot. It's going to feel absolutely wrong, but trust me on this. It's going to let you shift over that point you fell last time. You're trying to heft yourself up where you're better served moving sideways. Save your pulling for when you can leverage with your calves and thighs."
Foggy Nelson	Foggy listened to her instructions, and he would return to the rock wall, getting to where he did before. There was of course a strength issue. It was hard to keep hold, but he listened to her instructions, following them. Some of it felt really weird. Some of it looked awkward, but it worked. Slowly but surely, he made the way up the wall. He got past the hard parts, for him, through her dutiful advice and instruction. And when he got up there, he raised his arms in victory, calling out a mighty, "yyyYYYEEEESSSS!" which echoed throughout the empty gym. "That was incredible!"
Elektra Natchios	Her smile is a soft thing. A knowing and indulgent thing. "Good job," she says quietly. "I knew you could do it." And when he's ready, she helps him down, feeding out the cable in measure increments.
Foggy Nelson	It'll take Foggy a little more time to get down, as he tries the thing that they recommend you don't do. He tries to climb down. And he does well, at first. It's a lot harder to climb down these things, as you can't see as well, than it is up. He almost made it to the bottom, slipping on one of the later parts of his efforts. "Thank you. You made it so much easier for me to do that."
Elektra Natchios	When he makes it down, he gets a nod of approval. "Nice. Not an easy skill to learn. There's a reason most rappel down. But a valuable skill." Elektra makes quick work of gathering up the equipment. "It was really nothing more than knowing your particular strengths and weaknesses." Not guessing at them; knowing them. Another tell, perhaps, that she has such an awareness of how bodies are. The acts and motions they can will and sustain.
Foggy Nelson	"So, are you going up next? I think we both know you could probably climb that wall without the harness... not that I'm suggesting you try." He was a little horse, out of breath from that effort. He could use a moment to steady himself. "Or maybe you'd prefer some more wine?" He was having such a blast.
Elektra Natchios	Elektra assesses the wall - the wall she knows full well she could climb without a harnass. "Perhaps I won't try it today. I think I'm good. You?" Her gaze falls upon him. "Slow breaths help. Imagine your breath coming from the pit of your stomach. Your bellybutton if you prefer. Count the seconds. Make yourself aware of your breathing so that you slow it down. The rest of your body will follow."
Foggy Nelson	She knew so much about this. Where was she getting all this from? Was she secretly a superhero? Maybe a ninja warrior? Was she incredibly old, and immortal? Or was she just a very talented young woman? He followed her instructions, and it did help. "So, I guess that means you'll take us anywhere I want to go, huh? Anywhere could be a lot of places..." Yeah, that little tidbit hadn't escaped his notice.
Elektra Natchios	Elektra shrugs, looking terribly amused before she finishes putting the gear where the staff will come later and pick it up, check it out, and put it away. "I suppose anywhere could be a lot of places. And I'd hardly be a woman of my word if I didn't live up to my promise. You made it up to the top of the wall. So, where do you want to go, Foggy Nelson? My world is your oyster."
Foggy Nelson	Foggy thought about that for a long moment. "So many choices, Mount Everest, the Eiffel Tower, Santorini, your bedroom," he gave her a cheeky smile as he threw that one out there. It was probably the wine. Yeah, must be the wine. Matt was so going to kill him for even joking about that. "But... if I could go anywhere with you, I think it'd have to be wherever your favourite childhood memory is from." He wanted to get to know her, the her inside, and he was hoping that came across as sweet. Did he have the chops to pull that one off? He was going to find out.
Elektra Natchios	His words - specifically his playful choices of where, including her bedroom - draw a smile from the woman. A terribly amused smile. She's not got any expectations of where he might say, though she wouldn't have been surprised if he'd demanded some expesive trip, or a flight to somewhere foreign.. His actual request, though, kills the smile, and leaves her nothing but a solemn, drawn mask. "That place doesn't exist anymore. At least not in any way you can visit." Elektra's features tighten, and for a moment it seems she might turn away and declare this part of the evening over, even if she did just say that she was a woman of her word. Except she doesn't turn away. though she doesn't return to the lightness she was, though. "Somewhere else, not here. I'll tell you about the place, but not here." As though the public nature and the openness of here were too much. Too much exposure. Too much an insight into her that the walls might see and speak of, telling others. Laughing at her secrets.
Foggy Nelson	Foggy had tried to be sweet and kind, looking into her past, but it had backfired on him. She had been smiling, showing her amusement and maybe even affection. But now she was solemn. He reached a hand out, wanting to comfort her, but he wasn't in that position, so the hand kind of just hung in mid air as he wasn't sure what to do here. "Where would you like to go Elektra? Anywhere is fine with me. If it would make you happy, safe, secure, and then, if you wanted, you could tell me a bit about that memory?"
Elektra Natchios	If she sees the hand, it's unclear. Certainly Elektra doesn't reach for it. She walks over to where their half-filled wineglasses are, and downs the remains of her own. "Anywhere, really. Your place would do fine." The words so off-hand one might wonder if she's even given it a moment's thought. Her gaze flicking over to him, expectantly. "Unless you have other ideas."
Foggy Nelson	"Oh, no, uh, that'd be fine. I'm suddenly trying to think if I remembered to wash the dishes in my sink, and the last time I cleaned and dusted, but yeah, my place it is." He reached for his own wine glass, which had a little in it, and he drowned that too. He also picked up the bottle of wine, not too sure how to transport it except to be careful. He held the bottle and the glass in one hand, carefully with his fingers, and offered an arm to her. "Shall we?"
Elektra Natchios	His arm in considered. It's a slow, thoughtful thing that ends with something of a shrug, and a thin line of a smile put upon her lips as she links his arm through his. "We can take a taxi. I'm not feeling up to waiting for my car. If you don't mind, that is?" In all likelihood, they'd be fine taking the wine in a cab. Drivers had seen worse in the backseat. In fact, some looked forward to such interuptions in the mundanity of their day.