//>>.A dance at the gala;
Feeling that initial tug, he tumbled with the Doctor. As his fingers gripped hers, Adam followed suit in confusion, only parting his lips to babble light amounts of current disorientation. As he followed close behind, the man continued to look back, hoping no one had seen them disappear down a random corridor and into a random room.
Then again, give or take a few hours from then, this building would be crawling with drunk and horny cops trying to find a place of privacy. However, Megan wasn’t like that… She didn’t want a quickie in some “seemingly clean” meeting room… Or did Adam miss something?
As he placed a kiss upon the scientist’s forehead, he pulled away from her to gaze out the large set of windows, “I’m disgruntled. One, what made you drag me off in here? That’s specious, Angel. Two, I just got out of the hospital. I’m tired. I don’t want this ranking. Not like this.”
Looking up at him, she titled her head to the side slightly. Angel, Megan couldn’t help but blush slightly to that nickname…she was never going to get use to it. For a brief moment Megan keep quiet, “Specious…? How–no, you mentioned that you didn’t like being around all those people in the other room…so I thought you’d feel more comfortable some where quiet.” Megan spoke.
Still looking at the newly promoted Commander, she let out a small sigh “I understand…” placing the palm of her hand on his cheek, “We can go home…I just thought it’d be nice to get out and do something with you.” Megan spoke as she looked at him with a smile.