[ how quickly the dream shatters; all it takes is another party to remind them they aren't in their own little world and the bubble around them dissipates until the dull roar of the lively patrons thunders back into their ears, led procession-style by the excitable jangling of piano keys. marta had been the first to step away, figuratively speaking, addressing the man without a thought but in the hopes of dismissing an intrusion no one had asked for.
but by then it was already too late. the damage was done, and whatever magnetic connection they'd been anchored to at the time has all but vanished the moment their gazes fell away from each other, and though the air between them still feels charged with electricity, somehow marta can tell that something has dislodged itself again, leaving an empty space.
it's for the best. (isn't it?)
"Oh yeah? Looks to me like you want some kinda problem. What happened? You strike out and now yer lookin' for a fight?"
by that point marta's mind finally catches up to the rest of her, the man's goading tone enough to draw her back to her feet, stepping up just beside kovacs to hold out the hand that's still holding onto the bottle. ]
Maybe we should all calm down. Here, why don't you have a drink on us?
[ she's offers the man the bottle, practically shoving it at his chest and forcing him to hold out his hands lest the entire thing come crashing down in pieces at their feet. in that same breath she turns to face kovacs, effectively stepping between them to vie once more for his attention. ]
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but by then it was already too late. the damage was done, and whatever magnetic connection they'd been anchored to at the time has all but vanished the moment their gazes fell away from each other, and though the air between them still feels charged with electricity, somehow marta can tell that something has dislodged itself again, leaving an empty space.
it's for the best. (isn't it?)
"Oh yeah? Looks to me like you want some kinda problem. What happened? You strike out and now yer lookin' for a fight?"
by that point marta's mind finally catches up to the rest of her, the man's goading tone enough to draw her back to her feet, stepping up just beside kovacs to hold out the hand that's still holding onto the bottle. ]
Maybe we should all calm down. Here, why don't you have a drink on us?
[ she's offers the man the bottle, practically shoving it at his chest and forcing him to hold out his hands lest the entire thing come crashing down in pieces at their feet. in that same breath she turns to face kovacs, effectively stepping between them to vie once more for his attention. ]
I think you should take me to your room.