Time is of the essence ~John~

[Pyro]

Watching Kitty work is something of a revelation – how the hell can she press a few keys and have that spring up from nowhere? – but admiration turns quickly enough to amusement at the sight presented.

”A bed?” John quirks an eyebrow ”Kinky. Do you have to make this place feel so much like a cheap brothel?” Maybe it’s just the general amorous air which makes him this suspicious, but hell, it’s not a bad comparison, what with... oh hell, she’s dimmed the lights and everything.

He decides quickly that the bean chair is probably the best bet - not that he’s expecting anything, of course. Doesn’t hurt to be cautious – and drops down casually and cooly into it... or at least, that’s the plan. What happens in reality is slightly less suave, and more like falling over with a dull thump. Very cool.

[Kitty Pryde]

Kitty smirked at him as she walked toward the chair he had just fallen into. "Well its a big space and we're not using much of it so I made it appear a bit smaller. And what did you expect in such little time. If you decide you want to make a habit of this then I'll tweak the program." She said as she sat down next to him in the beanbag chair. Yeah they were sitting close, but it made it a whole lot easier to share the bottle he had been carrying.

"Interesting choice of somewhere to sit. But I did give you choices for a reason. She took the bottle from his hands opening it quickly and raising it to her lips. She let the liquid burn down her throat. She was not much of a drinker, but she could at least hopefully hold her own. Finally turning the bottle upright again she smiled handing it to John.

[Pyro]

"Oh yeah?" John says, righting himself and swiping back the bottle, trying not to let anything betray a surface reaction to Kitty's drinking (he's not quite impressed, because it's so bloody unnatural, but hell, the girl can knock it back!) "And what reason would that be?"

... okay, maybe he doesn't want to know the answer, thinking about it. Because it's dark, and she'ss getting close, and he's finding himself reading too much into things which is mad because this is Kitty and he definitely doesn't...

Drink. That makes things better. Yessir. John takes a deep draught which barely touches the size, tasting nothing except a slow burn he has long since become numb to, trying not to look at her. Christmas sucks.

[Kitty Pryde]

Kitty once again plucked the bottle from him lifting it to her lips and drinking. The burn she had felt the first time wasn't as bad now and she was able to drink more this time. A smile formed on her lips as he questions her motives about the setup. "Well, you wanted something comfortable and it needed to be big enough for both of us. I mean we have to pass the bottle constantly and its easier if we are sitting close to each other."

Well it was the truth, just not the whole truth. She would never really reveal the entire truth to him. It was interesting having him just hanging out with her. She had wanted the chance to just spend time with him for awhile. She had liked him for awhile. Not the whole want to fall all over him and confess her soul, but she definitely wanted to get to know him better. You never know what could happen, or at least thats what she told herself.

Looking back at him and handing the bottle over her eyes met his. Looking into them she couldn't help but give him a slight smile. She was not one to get embarrassed, but she could be shy at times. The alcohol was starting to take effect by now though and she was loosening up a bit. "I'm actually glad you decided to hang out with me a bit. It can get kind of lonely around her at times." She said not knowing what else to really say.