tntandgasoline | [RL - Valentine's Day Massacre]

[Oh, Valentine's day. Joker never was much of a fan for the saccharine Hallmark card of a holiday, but this year was looking up.

He had been very careful to text Maggie all the right things - the "how are you's" and the "what are you doing?" and the "how'd things work out with that guy" - and it all led up to the one text bemoaning his lack of plans for February 14th. It turned out (surprise surprise) that Tommy still hadn't made up with his fiery-tempered kangaroo boo, and that she was available.

"How about a drink at this place I'm sitting this weekend?" he had asked. The answer was an affirmative yes. Hah.

The place he had picked out was in the upper district of Gotham, a nice, ritzy little thing that the occupants had mysteriously left without a note - well, besides the one saying that "Joseph Kerr" would be watching the place. He had given her the address over the phone and was now putting the finishing touches on what was supposedly a "casual" meeting between two single people on the day condom sales went up the highest they ever would for the year.

Heh.]

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[Maggie stares at him in surprise.] You know that song? Bonnie Tyler? [She smiles]

It's a nice idea, but you're right, finding an alternative is probably the best thing to do.

[He doesn't blush, but his entire body posture insinuates that he's embarrassed.] Yeah, I know it. I'm not big on music, but I remember the occasional chorus.

[He pauses, still looking oh-so-embarrassed, then carefully glances over to her from over his drink.] So, uh, what constitutes an alternative for you?

I know what you mean. I'm the same. [It's cute the way he seems embarrassed, and she thinks it's quite adorable he knows the song at all.]

Oh....well...I'd say someone who is a nice, considerate, boy next door. [She eyes him pointedly, but doesn't say anything remarkably forward.] You know. Someone you don't mind taking home to your family. [If you had one, anyway.]

[He shrugs and looks over at the TV, still exuding that "embarrassed" sort of aura.] Well, uh, let's hope you find him, huh?

[He does "risk" a glance over to her, looking away just as quickly~.]

Let's hope. [She watches him curiously, then sets an empty glass down.] Sometimes our...'alternatives' are right in front of us, yeah?

[He spends a moment for a significant pause, before turning to look at Maggie in surprise and just a hint of embarrassment. Like he's ready to blush over the fact that his oh-so-transparent come-ons were transparent.]

Well, uh... [He scratches the back of his head, drink abandoned on the coffee table.] ...Sometimes, yeah.

[Maggie chews hesitantly on her bottom lip, then offers him a tiny smile. The two (strong) drinks she's had are beginning to slightly affect her, the room was beginning to spin a bit, and her cheeks were considerably pinker than before. She scoots a little closer to him, pushing her hair out of her face.]

When you least expect it, even.

[Oh, perfect.

He continues to give her a bit of a dazed look until she moves closer, but - as far as it looks - his head gives in and he leans in to kiss her.

He's very, very careful not to bite.]

[Maggie's dazed look isn't faked like his, and she willingly returns that kiss, environment around her quickly forgotten. Someone else's house? Pffft. Whatever! She edges closer to him, still careful of...whatever boundaries might be in place.]

[Her lips taste delicious - sweet and sour and vodka all mixed up, just perfect - and he quickly works to deepen it, hand moving to not-so-tentatively grab her leg, though it isn't an ungentle touch. He doesn't need her running off now.

After all, nobody would say it counted if she wasn't willing.]

[She doesn't mind the grab, it's actually encouraged. She quickly realizes that he's not going to randomly shove her away, and she turns to face him directly, running her fingers lightly up his arms.]

[He forces himself not to jerk out of her touch - he's really out of practice, that's disappointing to note - and instead presses against her, hand sliiiiiding over her knee and up her thigh.

After all, it's never too late to get back into the game.]

[Maggie doesn't really notice, lucky for both of them, really. She wraps her arms around his neck, a happy little noise escaping from her lips at his hand on her leg. Nice.]

[And needless to say, it's a nice night for the both of them --

WELL, UNTIL MAGGIE REALIZES WHAT JUST HAPPENED. DUN DUN DUNNN.]

[RL - Valentine's Day Massacre]

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