Dren:
"See, we're startin' off on th'right foot already... y'tell me yer weaknesses. In no time we'll b'playin' darts an' makin' Fabio back 'ome, jelous." Dren ordered the vodka from Iona's drink to go with his Black and Tan.
Iona blushed. Of course he would bring up Pieran. Not that there was anything to bring up. No no. Just because she'd caught some of Pieran's looks in her direction... Nope, nothing at all. She shook it off, remembering a certain look Dren had sent Raven's way the day before. Iona was pretty sure her telepathic abilities wouldn't be required to uncover Dren's weak spot. She wouldn't have used them in any case, heavens no. Prying into people's minds was more unsettling than one would imagine. Like some of the stuff she'd glimpsed within that she-vamp... Iona took a hasty gulp of her drink to wash down the sour after-taste the mere memory brought her.
Her thoughts returned to the matter at hand. So, Dren wanted to play games, huh? She smiled, almost wickedly, dimples playing.
"Ah, but you see, this is also one of my strengths as well," Iona said as she snatched up the cherry and did away with it in a few bites. She really did love maraschino cherries. She also felt certain enough in her assessment of the Irishman's feelings towards the archaeologist to engage in some harmless bantering. The cherry stem was twirling between her fingers.
"Watch."
The stem disappeared into her mouth, only to re-appear a few moments later with a tidy little knot in the middle. Apparently, Iona had picked up all sorts of knowledge while in college.
"Tada!" She presented her feat with a tiny flourish.
Dren watched as Iona seemed to lighten up a bit. It was a side to her he'd neither expected nor was disappointed seeing. In fact it was quite nice to see she did know how to have fun... and more fun.
"My, w'at a talent'd tounge y'ave. But if y'think that's impressive, y'should see w'at I can do wit'Lifesavers." Leaning back to pick up his drink he smiled devilishly, as if it didn't matter if she got it or not.
Iona grinned.
"Actually, it's not the tongue that does the work; it's the teeth. See--" Thankfully, the squeal from Towonda and Tom interrupted her. She broke off and turned around to see what the big fuss was about, and was about to dismiss the couple as harmless... when she had the misfortune of witnessing Tom's dancing: a typical case of White Man's Over-Bite, as Billy Crystal once said in that movie. Iona cringed and looked away before sight caused permanent damage to her sense of rhythm.
Dren studied the two people for a moment, then disregarded them when they blended in with the crowd. Glancing across the room at Iain attempting to dance and Alex grinding enough to take the focus off of him, he couldn't help but lean back and ask his drinking buddy
"Let's get personal!" He spun to face Iona and began holding up bar and taking a sip of his beer before saying
"I'll answer any question you ask... with total Honesty. If I get to ask you anything I want." The look in Dren's eye may have almost been intimdating, it was like he had a big question already lined up but was ready to throw himself on the altar of humility first. The ball was certainly in Iona's court.
She looked skeptical.
"Really. Aren't you worried I'll just dig up the 411 on you without your help?" But her curiosity was peaked.
What the heck. Let's see how honest he really is. "OK. You're on." She leaned over and placed her fingers on his wrist, almost as if she were checking his pulse. The physical contact allowed her more control over her delving, thus avoiding digging too deep into Dren's psyche (perish the thought); just enough to sense if he was being truthful or not. Looking straight into his eyes, she considered briefly if she should ask about his most embarrassing moment in life. But no, that would be cruel. Although this question might not be any kinder:
"Why haven't you told Raven you're in love with her?"
Dren broke eye contact and actually laughed as he took another drink; liquid courage perhaps? Finally he looked back at Iona but his mood had changed.
"First of all, a guy like me doesn't know what Love is. I think Raven's attractive, she's smart, she's classy, she's confident an gifted in ways tha' I can only 'ope t'be. She's got great legs an a killer smile but she went to college an I dinna even graduate High School. She was learning about Egyptian History th'same time I was breaking out of a Mexican Prison. She's unlike any woman I've ever met, an she never stopped surprisin' me. She's th'brains o'our team, I'm just the guy who carries all the heavy stuff. Truth is I can't do this work wit'out her, but she could find another mercenary in a heartbeat. Would I do anything for her? Yes. Does that mean I love her?" he shrugged and took another drink
"But 'ell, even if I did love her, a guy like me dinna 'ave much of a chance anyway. Not like we 'ave much in common, y'know? She comes from a world of ball room dancing and I come from... this." He gestured to the loud room filled with pulsating light before taking another drink and seeing if his answer was to Iona's satifaction.
It was, although technically he hadn't answered her question. At least he was being honest, if only to her. It didn't take a telepath to see he was lying to himself. Poor guy. Of course he was in love with Raven. And they had tons of stuff in common; as far as Iona could see, they made a perfect couple, and actually already acted as such. Dren was just letting his own insecurities get in his way. But he would have to resolve that on his own. Iona shook her head.
Men, she thought.
Take equal measures of stupid pride and animal stubbornness, package it into some muscles and brawn, and slap on some bad aftershave.
Out loud, she said:
"Way to be confident there, Dren. Ever heard of self-fulfilling prophecies? Remind me to tell you the Pygmalion effect sometime."
Dren coughed
"N'thanks. I 'ate Pygmies! Little bastards tried to kill me an'Raven fer stealin' 3 leaves off a 'uge freakin' plant! It was like gettin' shot wit' 4 dozen little tooth picks?!"
She clearly had to change the subject.
"So, what's your big question then?"
"Ah, well, I was originally gonna go with 'What don't y'wear t'bed?' but now that seems rather pale... but since y'started this." Dren took a sip from his drink before continuing
"'ave you ever been In Love?"
Iona felt relieved, and somewhat surprised - she wasn't aware she'd been tense in anticipation of his question. Furtunately, she had an easy answer to that.
"Nope," she said, almost cheerfully.
"Never had neither time nor interest. Oh, and to answer your other question: I don't wear Chanel No. 5."
"Wow, got m'first freebie!" he smiled as he waved the bartender over for another
RedBull,
"I 'ave t'admit, yer funnier than I pegged y'for, an' I envy you. Y'say y've never 'ad time nor interest in love as if y'know of it, an' simply don't care. They say It's better t'have loved an'lost then ne'er t'ave loved at all... s'where does that leave me?!" Taking a sip again Dren was starting to seem like a cartoon character with an adiction to spinach, each sip was just followed by something else uncharacteristically profound,
"Ah, yes, it would mean I'm in ignorant bliss."
Iona just shook her head once more.
"Boy, do you need to get out of this funk, and right now. Come on!" She downed her second Red Bull and barely let Dren finish his drink before dragging him onto the dance floor, despite his enthusiastic objections. Sometimes, dance-happy scientists on a Red Bull high just won't be denied.
Iona was lighter than most weights Dren was accustomed to lifting, and dispite his intial attempts to slip from her graps it wasn't in his nature to turn her down given the circumstances. Besides there was part of him that longed for the New York clubs of his younger days, days when his life wasn't complicated with issue like vampires and demons, or tombs and treasures, or even if finishing high school mattered to the world. it was all about what you could feel and how it could move you... finding a rythim that suited him he gave into the idea that he was soon dancing with Iona, even if he was enjoying it.