[ Quentin puts his arms around her, his hands locking together and resting against the small of her back. As he looks down at her, it dawns upon him that is the first time since they’ve met that they’ve gotten along.
He should let things be, but he’s the type of guy that likes to push his luck… ]
I think I messed up that take. Any chance I could have another?
[ She snorts; of course he wants to push another kiss. She’s almost tempted to give in but Babs is a girl who can hold herself back - well, at least now she can. A few months ago she would be all up in his arms in a different situation.
She pats his back. ]
Heh, maybe if I was tipsy we could have a full out make out session.
[That worked out better than he expected.
He holds the kiss as long as she lets him. After it ends, he pulls away and takes a step back and smiles at her. But it isn’t one of his usual smug bastard grins—it’s sweet, almost genuine.]
Happy New Years, Babs.
[ It’s New Years Eve - now New Years - and Babs… well, Babs doesn’t really care right now. She’s happy for a whole, fresh year to get things set up.
So as she keeps pressed up against Quentin, kissing him (and being surprised he’s actually pretty damn decent at it), she feels a little light headed when he finally pulls away.
She smiles with him, hugging onto him. ]
Happy New Year, Quentin.
Hey, would it be appropriate to ask for a kiss or would that be pushing my luck?
Pucker up, Quentin—
It’s better than being alone that’s for sure. I’m just surprised—I coulda sworn that you disliked me, Babs.
You might be the biggest pain in the ass, Quentin, but it’s New Years Eve so why the hell not, right?
Don’t you have a boyfriend, or a family member, or a pint of ice cream to spend it with?
Are you saying you don’t want my company for the next twenty-odd minutes?
I’m a single super villain in his mid to late forties alone on New Years. It’s either I commit a minor felony, or get drunk and then commit a minor felony.
I’ll stay with you tonight. I have nothing going on.
You never met Doc Ock.
I don’t need to to know that it doesn’t sound too exciting.
Sophie Turner in The Thirteenth Tale