You don't think the owner of the club would have appreciated a good old bar fight?
[He teases lightly, trying to lighten her mood, if possible. He's never been in a situation like she just was, but Stephen figures that bit of a smile might help Wanda relax, somehow.
He notices the shiver, and moves to the side of the bed as she sits on its edge, reaching for the bottle of champagne. He opens it with a muffled pop sound, pouring half a glass before offering it to Wanda:]
Drink. It help with the edge. [Alcohol is a depressant, and the closest thing he has to calm her down.
Pouring himself a glass as well, Stephen comes and sits beside her; there's no where else for him to do so in the room. Clearly the second floor isn't meant for light conversation.]
You're welcome. I should have noticed him sooner. [And that is as close as an apology he's making for almost turning her down early, wouldn't have been for the Cloak noticing something had been wrong with her.]
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[He teases lightly, trying to lighten her mood, if possible. He's never been in a situation like she just was, but Stephen figures that bit of a smile might help Wanda relax, somehow.
He notices the shiver, and moves to the side of the bed as she sits on its edge, reaching for the bottle of champagne. He opens it with a muffled pop sound, pouring half a glass before offering it to Wanda:]
Drink. It help with the edge. [Alcohol is a depressant, and the closest thing he has to calm her down.
Pouring himself a glass as well, Stephen comes and sits beside her; there's no where else for him to do so in the room. Clearly the second floor isn't meant for light conversation.]
You're welcome. I should have noticed him sooner. [And that is as close as an apology he's making for almost turning her down early, wouldn't have been for the Cloak noticing something had been wrong with her.]