[NYE Party] happy new year and lots of fun

[nascensibility]

Who: EVERYONE, but especially you!
Where: Wonderland Ballroom
When: New Year's Eve
Rating: PG - PG13 (will change if applicable)
Summary: New Year's Eve Party
The Story:

[ Previously in the month all residents received an invitation to a formal event: a black tie affair to ring in the New Year. The ballroom and adjacent areas are decked out for the party starting at eight o'clock sharp, meticulously planned and executed, glittering décor to match the no doubt glittering attire as music pours into the halls from the dance floor.

Bars flank each side, service for all manner of alcohol unless a minor requests something, and the primary setting stage features an enormous clock for the countdown. ]




[ Where will you be when the clock strikes midnight? ]

Comments

[mucked]

A fair trade? Perhaps not. But I believe I reserve the right to examine whether you're someone to whom I should want to be feeding information. Although 'niceness' stands as a majority in this mansion, it doesn't mean there isn't some danger in playing the Good Samaritan for too long.

[ cynical? maybe. but by now she's figured out that there's no objective harm in revealing a dash of it mister queen. lurking beneath his 'hapless' questions has been his own vein of cynicism. ]

You could start by telling me you didn't get your injury in a motorcycling accident.

[ so not a question at all, really. peggy isn't even asking him to reveal the truth -- only to reveal the lie. it's a little step, but an important one. ]

[luchnik]

[ maybe he's been playing it wrong, maybe he's been giving her too much credit because that - is a rookie mistake. he gives her carte blanche, a way to discover some truths about him and she goes with the one question that can have no other consequence but shutting down conversation.

he takes a moment, then shakes his head lightly with a strained - offended sort of smile. ]

If you don't want to share information, that's your prerogative. [ he has other sources now, and it's not like she's been the most valuable of those, either. not even worth interrogating, for the moment. ] I am not going to buy your trust with a lie.

[ he's done so much worse than lie with a straight face to a stranger to protect his secret, please. he stands up. ] Have a good evening, agent.

[mucked]

[ what oliver considers to be her rookie mistake is one she quickly considers to be his. for peggy, it was never about carte blanche. for peggy, it was simply about watching whether the man could at least acknowledge how rubbish his lying has been. after all, she isn't asking for how he was injured -- all she wanted was for him to admit, aloud, that it wasn't sustained while riding a motorcycle.

frankly, the truth of the story doesn't matter to her one bit. it's about as relevant to peggy as her being impaled on a bit of rebar would be relevant to him. that is to say: not at all.

doesn't mean she doesn't gain anything from the exchange. in the end, it teaches her that his caution is not professional but personal. this isn't a trained operative -- this is someone who is reflexive, who is instinctive, who is paranoid.

peggy stands up only moments later. ]

I wasn't asking you to buy anything, Mister Queen. But so be it -- I hope you can find it in you to enjoy at least a bit of what's left of the party. We don't often get nights like these.

[ there's no rush to stop him. after all, peggy carter has never had anything to prove. ]