"Run." He muttered dryly, his dancing coming to a halt but his arm looping around Sascha protectively despite the advice. Adele was something of a man-eating beast but Peter didn't think she'd make too much of a scene.
He hoped.
"Peter Webster." Blonde, thin and otherwise pretty, Adele Congreve was wearing an expression that would frighten most people. She only gave Sascha the briefest of glances. "You're sick. You know that don't you? You manipulative creep. Lying, manipulative creep. Sick, lying, manipul--"
"Adele, have you met my friend Sascha?" Peter interrupted the tirade before it picked up any more steam. "Adele and I go to the same church. Her aunt's a Bishop. So's my grandfather."
The look Peter gave Adele made it clear that if she didn't shut up, he'd drag her own dirty laundry out into the open. Adele wisely changed her tune. Slightly. "I hope you don't have any brothers Sascha. Don't let them meet Peter."
With that, she turned on her heel and flounced off the dance floor.
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Date: 2009-01-02 09:31 pm (UTC)He hoped.
"Peter Webster." Blonde, thin and otherwise pretty, Adele Congreve was wearing an expression that would frighten most people. She only gave Sascha the briefest of glances. "You're sick. You know that don't you? You manipulative creep. Lying, manipulative creep. Sick, lying, manipul--"
"Adele, have you met my friend Sascha?" Peter interrupted the tirade before it picked up any more steam. "Adele and I go to the same church. Her aunt's a Bishop. So's my grandfather."
The look Peter gave Adele made it clear that if she didn't shut up, he'd drag her own dirty laundry out into the open. Adele wisely changed her tune. Slightly. "I hope you don't have any brothers Sascha. Don't let them meet Peter."
With that, she turned on her heel and flounced off the dance floor.