promisebreaker | This is Halloween | rp for gobblernaughts

Bethel was excited. Even though she was antisocial by nature -- she didn't have a lot of friends because they couldn't put up with the fact that she would be happier watching a movie in silence than gossiping -- she loved parties. Fancy dress parties were even better because, well, they were fun. Bethel loved dressing up.

She would have said yes to a party ages ago, but Peter was a weirdo. At the moment he was being weird and babbly, both of which she was used to. She was even used to the nervousness. Pausing slightly, she grabbed hold of his jacket and yanked him over to her. She was pretty sure the only reason she could manhandle him so easily was because she had caught him so off guard. She pressed her lips very firmly to his, cutting off any protestations he might have been preparing.

After moment, when her need to shush him was shoved out of the way by her desire to kiss him, her hands left the front of his jacket, winding around his neck, fingers playing with his hair.

She pulled back regrettably, knowing that if she didn't, well...

"You did, thank you, you can keep calling me pretty all you'd like, but you need to relax, Peter." She smiled, she liked the glasses. "Now, we should probably go inside, yeah?"

That was part of why she could manhandle him so easily. He also liked it when she manhandled him so he kind of let her do it when ever she wanted to. Bethel manhandling him always led to really excellent things like kissing.

He relaxed visbly against her when she kissed him, breathing out his nerves. His hands went to her hips, sliding down over her ass in a move that was decidedly un-Doctor like, but definitely very Peter-like. He kept his eyes closed after she pulled away for a moment before opening them.

"Keeping doing that and I think can do that. Well...sort of. A kind of relaxing that's not me being not relaxed."

He reached for her hand, fingers twining with hers. "Allonsy then!" Accompanied by the appropriate big grin.

The inside of the frat house had been transformed into a mad scientist lab. The drinks were served in beakers, bubbling with dry ice. There was indeed beer pong and Battleshots. There were funnels out on the back porch and kegs as well. Peter was planning on owning at the keg stands. Bethel might have a very drunk boyfriend on her hands before the night was over. Although, he was pretty sure his spidey constitution would keep him from getting utterly smashed.

He caught sight of one of his friends and raised a hand in a wave, heading over there with Bethel in tow. Some of those nerves were coming back.

"Parker! You decided to come after all." The guy looked over to Bethel, clearly checking her out. "So you're real after all. Damn, I think that means I lost a bet."

"Yes well, I am wearing a dress so it is a possibility, Peter. It's not a night of drunken debauchery if there isn't any debauchery involved." She smiled, ever so sweet, up at him, squeezing his hand as she followed him into the house.

Instantly she was surrounded by nerds and geeks and, "Is that Darwin, oh he's even got the beagle, that's adorable." If they played their cards right, at the end of the night they could have defeated everyone in the house at some sort of game. With the amount of people in the house wearing glasses Battleshots would be cake -- she could just use the reflection -- and Bethel had only lost one game of beer pong in her life. And it was too her dad and Lou.

She pulled herself out of her strategic planning, she was a business major, it was how she rolled, to greet Peter's friend. "Of course, I'm real. But who exactly did you lose the bet against, because I think I deserve some of that money. For existing. But, really, I know he's smart, but did you really think he was clever enough to invent and entire person?" She raised her eyebrows, the picture of British unimpressed.

"I am so looking forward to the debauchery part of the evening. You know the frat house has rooms." He waggled his eyebrows at her when he said it. He appreciated the show of solidarity she gave in squeezing his hand.

Well, what can one expect from Chi Beta Phi? Of course there would be a Darwin and yes that is a Tesla over there, not from the show Sanctuary from actual history. Peter was going to let Bethel handle the beer pong and the battleshots. He really wasn't sure how much he was going to be able to drink since he kind of wasn't exactly a drinker. Sure, he had a beer every now and then when he studied at the frat house. He'd done shots in celebration of clepping out of his entire freshman year and occasionally he and Bethel played drinking games at home while watching TV, but he'd never really gone drinking with the idea of winning any kind of competition. In any case, it was fortunate they'd taken the subway over. They probably weren't going to be in any shape to drove back home.

"Uhm..." Clearly, Theo, the friend in question, wasn't prepared for that. "David. I mean, he's the guy I lost the bet too and we always sort of figured you were a model. You know someone he photoshopped himself into pictures with."

Peter shrugged. "I'm good, but I'm not that good. Besides, what did you think I was doing when you invited me out and I said I was just going to stay in with my girlfriend?"

Theo raised his eyebrows at Peter like 'really?'. "You're a science geek and kind of scrawny at that. Hot chicks don't go for scrawny science geeks." He glanced to Bethel. "Usually."

"Peter Parker! Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" She certainly hoped so.

Bethel's strategy didn't involve much drinking, to be honest, unless she was playing against someone particularly good at beer pong. But she picked the games that only involved drinking if you were losing, and then she did her best to win quickly. But, she was English, so her tolerance to alcohol was much like Peter's tolerance to pain, she would be fine in any case. Fine enough to keep Peter from being totally sloshed. Between her and his metabolism, they should fair pretty well.

She preened a little, at the idea she could be a model. "I am very pretty, that's true." Not at all the point, but it was what Bethel decided was the point.

"Hell yes. Of course I am. I'll even let you play with my sonic screwdriver." Oh all the eyebrow waggling there.

Excellent plan. Between the two of them, they'd manage quite well and impress a good number of science geeks in the process, or at the very least irritate them.

Theo wasn't quite sure how to handle that so he looked to Peter for a moment then back to Bethel. "Uh...sure." More awkward foot shuffling. "I'm gonna go--" he pointed in a direction. "Make sure you get something to drink at the bar."

Once Theo had left, Peter looked down at Bethel. "I think you flummoxed him."

"Oh Doctor," Bethel fanned herself, pretending to swoon, before dissolving into giggles.

Bethel shrugged, she didn't understand men, nor did she ever wish too. Heck, she barely understood women and she was one. Men were just a whole different ballpark, and much like the point of baseball when one could be playing cricket -- a proper sport -- she didn't really care.

"True. I think it's very sexy that you just said flummoxed though. Am I turning you British? Or are you just method in your Halloween costumes? If that's how we're doing this, I can descend into my rubbish roots and pretend to be a Londoner." She looked around a bit, trying to find that bar thing, before turning to drag Peter over to it. "Right o, let's go hubby, get completely arse-over-tit pissed. Then we can have a shag in the loo, later, if you're up for it!"

Her giggles elicited laughter from Peter as well. It was impossible not to laugh with her, which was how they entered the party: holding hands and giggling.

Peter barely understood himself. Understanding any other person, man or woman, was pretty much beyond him.

He chuckled a little at her. "Maybe a little bit of both? Living with you is making me British and I might as well play it up for the costume." Her return to her rubbish roots made him snort. "Hey, I'm kind of liking this rubbish stuff. All the sudden I'm hubby and there's apparently some nakedness and shagging involved. We can be rubbish all the time if you'd rather."

Once at the bar, he poured himself a beer from the keg and looked to Bethel with one raised eyebrow, prepared to pour her a beer if she wanted or move on to get her another kind of drink.

"Yes, give me beer, you bloody muppet," Bethel demanded playfully, taking advantage of the fact that his hands were busy to come up behind him and place a kiss to his neck, her hands giving his shirt a tug so her fingers could smooth over that slice of skin above his pants, whispering in his ear. "Shagging in the loo doesn't have to wait until we're plastered either."

Bethel was well aware for her blatant PDA, but apparently even nerds got the ladies sometimes because she could see a few people who's PDA should have moved into a bedroom by now. In comparison, feeling up her boyfriend was tame.

If that was the treatment beer boys got, he'd gladly retrieve beer for her all night long. He shivered slightly when her fingers came in contact with his bare skin, a grin loping over his face at her words.

"We could try it both ways, sober and plastered to see how it compares."

Hey, Peter was all for the blatant PDA. It was fun and he'd spent most of the first semester at school with all of his frat brothers insisting his girlfriend could not be real. This was the biggest 'I told you so' he could imagine.

"Oooh an experiment, how swotty. You're such a nerd, it's very sexy." She laughed against his back, fingers slipping under his waistband a tiny bit, nails grazing over his hipbone. "I've forgotten the actual scientific procedure because I'm not a swot, that's nerd, by the way, but I think we should start with a hypothesis?"

Cute and smart, Peter's friends must be so jealous. She grabbed his cup, claiming it for her own, and danced off a couple feet, studying the beer pong table. That would be fun eventually.

That definitely got the reaction she wanted out of him. He took a sharp breathe, hissing through his teeth, going tense against her. He took a big gulp of his beer in an attempt to compose himself at least somewhat before he turned to face her, his free hand going to the small of her back to pull her against him.

"A hypothesis is a great idea. I hypothesize the first coupling will be practically acrobatic, showcasing your flexibility. We'll probably emerge with bite marks--" he punctuated his comment with a nibble to her neck and her shoulder "--on our necks and shoulders because we'll attempt to be quiet the first time. We will probably fail, as we usually do but it's a goal to strive for."

He pulled back only slightly, his forehead almost touching hers. "I hypothesize the second time will be sloppier, needier and probably against the bathroom wall. We won't even try to be quiet, but you'll probably still bite my shoulder." He dipped his head to bite her shoulder very lightly. She always bit his shoulder. Even with his healing, there was often a blue-purple imprint of her teeth against his skin. It was something he actually really liked. He raised his head, pressed a kiss to her lips, pulling back after a moment with a smirk.

"How's that for swotty?"

His friends were incredibly jealous. He watched as she danced away from him a bit before following, grabbing the cup he'd originally drawn for her.

Bethel had to move away and focus on the beer pong and the beer, because she was quite certain that Peter had no idea the extent of the effect he could have on her just by speaking. Even when phrased like a hypothesis, it was impossibly sexy. It wasn't fair. Bethel could tease physically, a touch, a whisper of a kiss, but Peter could turn her to goo with words.

And he wasn't even a bloody literature major!

It wasn't fair and it was why she had to move, focusing on her, well his, drink and fighting the urge to just push him against the wall right then and there. Perhaps his hypothesis about need was a bit off.

"Very swotty," she managed when he joined her, pleased that she didn't sound shaky, even though she very much was.

Peter seriously underestimated the effect he had on Bethel, yes. And he would never imagine that he could have this sort of effect on her with words, even though he knew she found science sexy. The whole goo part though, that was a complete unknown fact to him.

No, he was a science major! That counted double for Bethel whether she realized it or not.

He wouldn't have minded being pushed against the wall, nor would he mind knowing that he needed to revise his hypothesis on need.

HIs hand went to the small of her back as he looked around. "Okay, so what do you want to do first?" They'd invariably run into more of Peter's friends whatever they decided to do.

He may find out soon enough, about the hypothesis on need, at least. One day, she would let him in on the secret that he was very skilled.

Bethel unconsciously shifted towards him when he touched her, the slightest movement so she could rest her head against his chest a bit. "I dunno. It is, as they say, your party." (Yes, she quoted Dumbledore, shut up about it.) "I'm just your imaginary girlfriend, so my input would be imaginary, of course."

It would be a very good lesson for him. He would love to be let in on that secret. Of course, it would make for more interrupted parties, dinners and trips to the comic book store. He was okay with all of this.

His arm slide around her waist, his hand splaying across her stomach as he bowed his head to talk to her over the noise of the party. He loved that she quoted Dumbledore. "Want to watch me own a keg stand?"

Of course he was going to use his powers and cheat but that didn't make it any less awesome.

"Oh yes please!" That would be fun. The only wildly acrobatic thing Bethel could handle was sex. Which, would also be fun, but she felt they needed to be social for a little bit before she locked her boyfriend in the bathroom. "I've never really understood the point of it though. I mean, except in cases of a girl wearing a dress, I can see the point of some bloke wanting her to do a kegstand then, but other than that, I don't... I don't get it."

He slid his arm up to her shoulders and guided her toward the keg where keg stands were taking place. "I'm not really sure what it is either except to make someone guzzle as much beer as possible upside down. You're supposed to stay up there as long as possible and I'm pretty sure it ges someone wasted really quick."

The stairs to their apartment were going to be hell tonight.

"Hey, Parker, you going to give it a shot?" One of his friends asked as they wandered closer. Peter nodded in response.

"Yeah, I think I can do this. By the way, this is Bethel, my girlfriend. Bethel, this is Jackson. He's studying to be a genetics specialist too."

Jackson was actually polite. He hadn't ribbed Peter too hard over his girlfriend and he offered his hand to shake Bethel's.

"Hmmm." Bethel didn't get it still. And it seemed messy. And she was the type of person to smack the one doing the keg stand in the stomach because she was a horrible human being. Peter was safe though.

She shook Jackson's hand with a little, "Cheerio, mate, ever so nice to meet you," since she was now going to make an effort to sound like a Londoner like the Unicorn had. And well, it was stuck in her head now.

"I've always wondered, since you want to play with genes and what not, do you ever think, oh wouldn't it be bril if I made a bloody chupacabra. Or a unicorn, or like a hippogriff?" Yes, Jackson and Peter, do you ever think that would be a good use of your time?

Jackson furrowed his brow at her question. "I've played with the idea of breeding a dragon. We've got lizards that are close. I'd just have to figure out a way to engineer the fire breathing part. Since there's not an animal in nature that does it, you can't splice DNA into it so much as you'd have to figure out how to create it. The components are there. They just don't work in the right way. Realistically though, what we're looking at doing is splicing animal DNA into human DNA to give us certain animal properties. For example, dolphins regenerate at an incredible rate. They can heal from a shark bite within weeks. If we could splice that into a human, then our healing rate would be increased. Deep, sometimes fatal, wounds wouldn't be a problem anymore. So far, all computer generated experiments attempting to splice animal and human DNA together have had fatal results, but we keep learning more and trying more, so one of these days it'll be possible."

Jackson, thankfully, took a few breaths in that explanation.

And amusingly enough, both Peter and Bethel knew it wasn't possible or fatal to splice human and animal DNA. Peter frowned then looked over to Bethel.

"So basically, yes. Rhino and Horse. You've got a unicorn. Sort of."

Bethel ignored Peter for a minute, actually waving him off, like go do your keg stand thing, Jackson was fascinating. "Rewind back to dolphins, are they the only animal that heals very quickly? And can't you just, I dunno, make a synthetic enzyme amino acid protein that would just mimic the effects of that and jump start healing until the body could actually catch up? Sort of like if super human white blood cells and stem cells had really awesome kick ass babies."

Yes. Bethel actually listened when Peter talked and even though she did bullshit a bunch of that question, the basics were good enough to pass as a smart question.

Peter laughed at the way she waved him off. "Jackson, I might have just lost my girlfriend to you." He walked over to wait his turn to do his keg stand thing while Bethel and Jackson talked.

"In theory, yes, but in practice we can't make it work. It usually bursts the hearts of the rats we use. It's too much and it tends to disintegrate the DNA where the dolphin DNA is natural and, in theory, should be more tolerable. Right now, the best we've got is stem cells."

When it was Peter's turn to do a keg stand, he did a hand stand on the keg without needing anyone to hold him up there. Once he had his balance, he switched to a one armed hand stand, guzzling beer like a professional. Yes, this was the best use of his power ever.

Bethel pouted. "Ugh, I hate science again. Although, kudos for killing rats so violently." She was kidding, about the rats. Mostly. A little bit.

She peeked around Jackson to see Peter's progress, smiling a little to see her boyfriend being such a ham. "Cover me, will you?" She gave Jackson a smile that all but guaranteed he was about to laugh and stepped around him, reaching out and giving Peter a little shove by his ribs.

Bethel was short, she knew where to appropriately tackle a person to knock them down. She also knew her sweet, adorable boyfriend now had to pretend to fall down because she would have pushed a normal human being off balance.

Okay, so Peter wasn't safe.

She couldn't help herself.

Jackson wasn't sure what he'd done wrong so he was left looking a little bewildered when Bethel said 'cover me', but he understood something was about to happen.

Peter kept his balance for a second before he remembered that he was supposed to fall. He spit beer out as he fell and just happened to end up spitting it at a guy he couldn't stand. If he had to go along with the regular joe thing, he was going to make the most of it.

"Oh man! Sorry, Dude."

And then he turned to tackle , Bethel, wrapping her up in both arms. "I had an epic keg stand going there."

Bethel yelped, very quickly dissolving into giggles as Peter's arms went around her. "I couldn't help it! It was too easy! It was like a big red button!"

It was common knowledge that Bethel couldn't be trusted around buttons of any color, but the red ones were the worst. She was a keg stand ruiner, she could come to accept her place in the world of college parties. While she was at it, her hands would be creeping up the back of Peter's shirt.

Distraction.

This is Halloween | rp for gobblernaughts

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