Night In || Sam and Evie

The fact that Evie had volunteered to come over and just spend some quiet time in together had meant the world to him. Something was bugging him, and since he’d gotten off the previous night shift and slept a bit, he’d been in a strange, blue mood. He slowly made his way to the kitchen, dressed without thought (for once) in flannel pyjama pants and a solid white v-neck undershirt. His favorite moccasin slippers kept his feet warm against the tile floor as he put a pot of water on for some tea. Just as he got the flame at the right intensity, he heard a knock at the door. “It’s open,” he called out.

Night In {Closed}

Violet Parr wasn’t one to drink. Sure, in high school, there were parties. She spent most of those clutched to Tony’s side, or with her friends. They would gossip, she would lazily remember details so she could pass them along. The usual thing, with little deviation. Sometimes Tony and Violet would break off, see where the night took them, but she always ended up safe and sound. There was no risk in the world, no danger she couldn’t face, not with warmth in her stomach and a blush in her cheeks.

Tonight was similar. Not the same, not by a long shot. She had met Buddy as promptly as she could, arriving at the restaurant on the dot. They were seated, they chatted, and Violet was so thankful he hadn’t taken the time to rib her about her somewhat concerning grammar and responses to him the other night. Was there really nothing about them he hadn’t expected, or that he wasn’t used to? Maybe it was something they would brush under the rug. But then, with dinner done and a very fruity wine to go with it, Violet was feeling worried again. What if she had said something stupid? The messages she had checked were somewhat stupid, unintelligible, but… Well.

The night would reveal all, she supposed. Two friends, watching movies, and then she would be escorted home like a kid home after a play date. That sort of atmosphere wasn’t going to foster much beyond popcorn and stupid jokes. Violet wrapped her jacket tighter around her. There was absolutely no way to dress for dinner and watching movies at someone’s house. There was a high chance he’d have some pants she could borrow, and her hair was out of the way at least.

“Thanks for dinner again.” Violet shouldered her handbag higher, her teeth occasionally fidgeting with her lip. For a girl who was used to being praised for her ability to keep people away, and go invisible, she felt incredibly revealed as they paced down the road. There was a clear goal in mind, and with the way dinner had gone, a few good movies to watch. Violet kept forcefully returning her mind to the truth. They were friends. And that was strange enough. There was this vulnerable air he exuded, and she still couldn’t pinpoint if it was intentional or accidental. It annoyed her, she knew that much.

“And – thanks for putting up with me the other night. I must have been a nightmare, bothering you.” Violet rolled her eyes, both hands resting on the handle now. There were many things she wouldn’t admit to, and when she drank? She told people how she really felt about them. If she wasn’t dancing, at least. The fact they’d kept busy meant she still had friends her age, and with how Buddy was treating her, she thought that was a good thing. What if he up and decided he didn’t want to talk to her anymore? What would she do then? He knew too much about her, and understood more, than anyone else. That was a scary, daunting thing to think as you walk down the street to someone’s apartment, a person you once loathed.