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IN AN ATTEMPT TO PROCRASTINATE THE UNPACKING AND JOEY-FICATION OF HER ROOM, JOEY, THROUGH AN INTERVIEW WITH FRIDAY, LEARNED THAT NATASHA ROMANOFF NOW RESIDED IN ROOM 16. SO, ROOM 16 IS EXACTLY WHERE JOEY WAS HEADED.

Suppressing a smirk, she grabbed the book off of her desk before slipping out of her room and up the hall, searching for the plaque that read the right room number. When she finally found it, she knocked and waited anxiously for all of four seconds, which was nowhere near enough time to contemplate the thought that Natasha may not even be in her room.

"Joey!"

Natasha threw herself at Joey, who was laughing and, once again, nearly crying. When the hug dissolved, her hands remained on Joey's shoulders.

"Holy crap, you're tall."

"So I've heard." Joey smiled as she took in the woman before her. Her hair was long now, and the ends were blonde, and her smile was as contagious as ever.

"Get in here, Stark." Natasha slung her arm around Joey's shoulder, and she let the bedroom door fall shut behind them.

Joey took in the room, and it was so perfectly Natasha: the walls had forest green designs painted on them that she couldn't have possibly painted herself; a three-photo collage that consisted of a picture of her and Clint, a picture of her and another red-headed girl, and a picture of her and Steve stood on her dresser; and at the bottom of her open closet was a pile that was equally made up of combat boots and strappy heels.

"Is this mine?" Natasha asked, grabbing the book in Joey's hand.

Joey looked down at her hand, and back at Natasha. "Yes," she replied, cracking a smile. "My dad moved all my old things into my new room, and this was one of them."

"Did you ever finish it?"

"Of course not."

"You're helpless," Nat sighed, taking the book and tossing it onto her desk. She turned back and looked at Joey for a second longer, taking in her lightened hair, and height, and differences. She hugged her again. "How are you, Jo?"

"I'm good, Nat," she told her, before looking back around at her room. "I'm happy I'm back.

"Thanks for the book," Nat told her with a wink, "but I can see the decor ideas turning in your head. You got a new room, right?"

"Room 14," Joey confirmed, wrinkling her nose at how easily Nat was still able to read her. "It's just a big pile of stuff right now."

"Go decorate! We'll have all summer to catch up."

"OK, OK," Joey conceded excitedly, looking around Nat's room one more time. "See you." She blew a kiss as she stepped outside, and onto one last room before her own.

She headed back down the hall, toward her own room, but instead, stopped just past it.

"Hey, neighbor," Joey said with a smirk when Loki's door opened.

"Joey Stark," he grinned. He conjured a wooden block in the air and sent it flying toward her, which she easily "caught" midair, letting it levitate above her hand; one of their old drills from when he and Thor were teaching her to control her powers. He nodded approvingly. "Welcome back."

"Thank you." She smiled, triumphant. "It's good to be back." She nodded to the left. "My room's right here. I just thought I'd say hi."

"Very nice. It looks like you've been doing alright."

"I have. How about you?"

"Back and forth from Asgard. Thor is excruciating... Thor. So, nothing new."

"Nothing new," she agreed with a laugh, before looking around her and leaning in. "Question: my other neighbor is Bucky, and across the hall, I've got Scott. Anything to be aware of?"

"Scott Lang is harmless. Nothing to worry about there. As for Barnes, I'm not so sure. I don't mind him much, though sometimes, he can be a real ass. Not that I'm one to judge, but. Just don't take his demeanor too to heart, should you be met with it."

"Good to know. Thanks, Loki."

"Anytime, Stark. It's good to see you."

"Well, you'll be seeing more of me," she smiled.

"I'll look forward to it," he told her.

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"Hey," Joey called, mildly unenthusiastic while she came through the door to her dad's laboratory. He peeked up from where he was hunched over some robotic thing on the table, and he stood when he realized who it was coming inside.

"Whoa, you shouldn't be in here—"

"Relax," Joey insisted, putting her hands in front of her. "Nothing's gonna happen. It's not like I can get radiation poisoning again." She laughed, before going serious. "Can I?"

"No," Tony replied with an eye roll. "And it wasn't radiation poisoning. I hope that's not what you've been telling people."

"I haven't been telling anyone anything," Joey said flatly, resisting an eye roll of her own.

Tony sighed, glancing at his watch before looking back up at his daughter, who was standing awkwardly (like a duck, he would often tell her) and looking around the room.

"What's up, J?"

Joey shrugged. "I'm here to visit with you. That's what I'm doing."

Tony laughed. "Come here, kiddo."

Joey walked over to him and he hugged her, before taking a seat again and pulling a stool over so she could, too.

"Are you and the Parkers gonna come to the party on Friday?"

This grabbed Joey's attention, and she pulled her eyes off the robotic garble scratched onto the notepad that was cast beside in front of her, and instead looked at her father. She leaned her head forward slightly. "Come again?"

"We're having sushi catered. Not sure if that's a good idea or a bad idea, but." He shrugged.

"Why are you having a party on a random Friday?" Joey asked, laughing confusedly.

"Whose daughter are you?" Tony joked, feigning shock and half-mindedly returning to his project. "It's not just a random Friday— even though any Friday is a great day for a party— but it's supposed to be a welcome back of sorts for all the resident youngins— that's you and the Parkers. Plus, you're all nervous about getting to know the people who weren't here back in the day. What better way to get to know 'em than a party?"

"Wow," Joey said, impressed. "I've never been invited to your famous Stark parties," she mused. "What's gotten into you?"

"First of all, you're an adult now. I can't exactly control you—" he gave her a look, "don't get any ideas, because there are several other people inside of this building who can. And second of all, we're almost two years post-Ultron, and this, while definitely a celebration of everything I just told you, is also the first party since then. It's all in the timing, J."

"Uh huh," Joey entertained, pulling a face and nodding slowly. "This is terrible notice, in case you weren't aware."

"Only the best for my duckling." He shot her a wink, before setting down his tools for good this time. "You don't have to come," he told her, slightly more serious than before. "I don't know if I would ever look at you the same, but I'd forgive you nonetheless."

"Of course I'm coming," Joey scoffed, gesturing to make it very clear that, "Little Stark can't miss her very first Stark Party! I have no idea about the twins, though."

Tony leaned back slightly in his seat, shaking his head. "Don't talk back in the third person. It's weird."

"You're weird. It's gotta be some dominant gene."

Tony stuck out his tongue, and Joey made a face back.

"Whatcha working on?" She continued.

He shrugged. "Banner and I have been working on this on and off for a few weeks. It could make for a really cool suit-defense, for everyone, but it's getting to the point of 'what could actually make this work'." He huffed and looked over the mechanics on the table before shaking his head free of those thoughts. "Doesn't matter. It'll work itself out."

"It will," Joey agreed, standing and going to inspect the hardware for herself, even though it was far from her area of interest. "So, what's the guest list like on Friday?"

"Facility crew members-slash-residents only," he said, standing to join her on the opposite side of the lab table. "We're still playing it safe after Sokovia. Not letting just anyone in, you know?"

Joey nodded. "That's still a lot of people. It'll be a good party."

"I always throw a good party," he accused, and Joey rolled her eyes lovingly.

"Do you think I could maybe invite my friend Claire?"

"Claire...?"

"Cherry," Joey said. "I don't know if you've met her, but you've heard me talk about her. She's the one who knows about my powers. And you."

"Cherry!" Tony repeated, remembering. "She's the blonde? The one with you in your Instagram profile photo?"

"Yes," Joey confirmed with a laugh.

"Sure she can. I'll make sure to get her cleared with security."

"I don't even know if she'll be able to go," Joey reminded him. "This is absolutely awful notice."

"You've mentioned," Tony deadpanned. "Go ahead and ask her, and just let me know what she says." Joey nodded and pulled out her phone. "Anywho, what've you been doing since you got here?"

"I came down here right after I finished getting my room as decorated as possible with what was left from the last time I was here. I just have a box of clothes that need to go now."

She reached for a piece of metal that was sticking out the side of the contraption on the table, but her dad said, "Joey," before she actually got ahold of it. She gave him a look before slipping her hands into her pockets.

"I said hi to Loki and Nat, too," she finished.

"Nat's a bad influence," he teased, but Joey knew he didn't mean it; this was something he had said from the time that Joey was 14 and the Avengers were first becoming The Avengers. Joey and Natasha got along instantly, despite their 11-year age difference, with Natasha bringing Joey under her wing as if she were her own sister. It was Tony's history with Natalie Rushman, though, that led to his constant remark that he didn't need his first-and-only-born daughter to be corrupted.

"You're a bad influence," Joey retorted as she headed for the door. Tony laughed at this, because if anything was true, that was.

"Har-di-har," he entertained. "Go call Claire and see if she can come for the weekend."

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"You should know that my dad gave me terrible notice, so please don't feel pressured to say yes," Joey told Claire as she jumped onto her bed after FaceTiming her.

"Uh huh," Claire followed, shutting her own door on her way to her bedroom.

"There's a party on Friday. It's at 8:00, you could stay for the weekend. My uncle can come and drive you and everything."

Claire's eyes widened. "That's in two days," she pointed out.

"Like I said," Joey acknowledged.

The line went quiet for a minute, and Joey watched Claire swipe through a few things on her screen.

"What the hell," Claire decided. "It's summer. I'll be there."

"YAY!" Joey cheered. "I'll introduce you to everyone! Everyone I know. Oh, and Eris and Peter know you know."

"OK," Claire approved. "I'm nervous! I'm excited."

"Me too! My dad's gonna love you. I'm so excited for you to meet him, and my stepmom."

"Is Captain America gonna be there?" Claire asked offhandedly, side-eyeing her screen.

"Claire..." Joey groaned. "Steve is 102 years old."

"Well he looks like he's 30. 30, flirty, and thriving."

"He wouldn't get that reference. He hasn't seen anything that's come out between 1944 and 2013. But, yes, he'll probably be there."

"Alrighty!" Claire cheered. Joey rolled her eyes at her best friend, though she couldn't deny how relieved she was for her to be coming, and so soon.

The two girls discussed what Claire would bring, and what they were going to wear that night, and what they might say to any cute staff members or agents who were closer to their age.

"You really don't know everyone there?" Claire wondered.

Joey shook her head. "I haven't been here in two years. And I think you're probably underestimating how many staff members are here from day to day— I underestimate how many there are, most of the time."

Claire hummed in response. "OK, I'll let you go," she announced. "I'm gonna go let my family know that I'll be upstate for the weekend! Plus, you've probably got some 'housekeeping' to do."

Joey sighed. "Yeah," she confirmed. "I need to finish unpacking."

"OK. I'll see you Friday."

"Love you, Cherry," Joey said. "See you."

And with that, the call ended, and Joey groaned at the sight of her still partially packed suitcase.

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"Welcome, Miss Cherry," FRIDAY's voice sounded in the lobby, bringing Joey's attention up and away from her phone.

"Claire!" She sang, running to her friend across the way. Claire was looking around, wide-eyed, taking in the room around her. The two girls hugged, and Happy walked in moments later.

"How was the drive?" Joey wondered.

"Claire's a much less annoying passenger than you and the Parkers," Happy replied. Joey scoffed, and Claire laughed.

A clip-clopping of heels sounded behind them, and Joey looked over her shoulder.

"Oh, perfect!" She cheered. Pepper looked up at the sound of her stepdaughter's voice.

"Hey, J," Pepper greeted.

"Hi," Joey replied. "Claire, this is my stepmom, Pepper. Pep, this is my best friend Claire. She's staying for the weekend."

"Nice to meet you, sweetheart," Pepper said. "I'm glad you could make it."

"Me too," Claire agreed. "This place is awesome."

"Wait until you see the rest of it," Joey said. She shared a look with Pep, which told her that they'd be heading upstairs, and just so, Claire followed Joey to the elevators and up to the fifth floor, and then into Joey's room.

"Welcome," Joey said dramatically, opening the door wide for Claire and her bag to come through.

"This is cute," Claire cooed. "Very 15 year old you."

"Well, everything I own here was from 15, 16-year-old me," Joey agreed. "But it's still me."

"It is," Claire agreed, setting her bag down on the foot of the bed.

"Let me grab my dress and everything, and then I'll introduce you to Natasha. We're gonna get ready in her room, I'm making her do my hair."

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"I cannot believe you own a slutty dress," Nat said through a mouthful of bobby pins as she side-eyed Joey, who looked down at the ruched, navy blue, bodycon mini dress that was hugging her frame. Natasha pinned back the braids at the front of her face. "What changed?"

"Got hit with some radiated gravity rays," Joey deadpanned. Nat flipped her off. "First of all, it's not that slutty," Joey continued as she finished up her makeup. And it was true: the neck wasn't cut too low, and while it was short, it wasn't that short. "And second of all, I got older, if you can believe it."

"I can't," Natasha confirmed, finishing her look off with some hairspray.

Joey gathered her scattered makeup into the bag she brought it in, and slipped some shoes and accessories on— strappy nude pumps, silver jewelry, and a spritz of perfume.

"Want me to throw some braids in your hair, kid?" Natasha asked Claire, who was swiping some lip gloss on.

"Um, yes!" Claire gushed. "Jo, those shoes are amazing," she added.

"Grazie," Joey thanked with a wink, noticing in awe how quickly Nat was able to weave Claire's hair into itself.

After a few final touches on each of the girls' appearances, they met in the hallway, just before the elevators— Eris and someone else were on their way there, too. She had on a burgundy, off-the-shoulder pantsuit, and the girl on her right was wearing a dress a similar color.

The faint bass of the music two floors above them echoed through the building. "Eris! You look great," Claire said.

Eris turned around, as did the girl beside her. Her eyes were wide— not expecting to see Claire here, at least so soon.

"Hey!" They laughed, before placing a hand on the back of the girl next to them. "Joey, Claire, this is my girlfriend, Brenna. She's an agent with S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Nice to meet you," Joey and Claire chorused.

The elevator door opened then, and the five of them stepped inside. Eris and Brenna fell into their own hushed conversation, and while Joey stood between Natasha and Claire, she leaned slightly over to her right. "Would you kill me if I clung to you all night?" Joey asked Nat.

Nat rolled her eyes. "You'll be fine, Jo. Take a shot."

"My dad would have a heart attack," she countered.

"He's survived worse."

Claire snickered, and Joey elbowed Natasha, who surrendered before continuing. "Bucky and Sam are going to get drunk and flirt with agents. Actually, that's what pretty much everyone will be doing, in some form or another. Speaking of agents, though, let me introduce you to Agent Carrelli tonight, you'll love her— but that just proves my point. The only people here are going to be people you know, or people you will know. Just take it easy! Or, take a shot."

Joey groaned, but it was drowned out by the flood of music that filled the elevator as the doors opened on the top floor.

Joey knew lots of people worked at the compound, but to say that she underestimated just how many is an understatement by a long shot— the look on Claire's face seemed to say the same.

"Let's go," Natasha shouted over the music, pulling Joey by the wrist out of the elevators and onto the floor. Joey looked desperately behind her at Claire, who waved and mouthed, it's OK, before following Eris and Brenna in another direction.

The song fizzled out and faded into the next on the playlist: Good as Hell (the Ariana Grande version, of course). The shouts of approval from around the corner caused Joey's nerves to manifest in an eruption of giggles, and Natasha looked back at her with delighted confusion as they made their way through a small gaggle of people. Nat didn't let go of Joey's wrist until they made it to the bar, where Nat shoved Joey into a seat between her and a man she didn't recognize.

"Look alive, Steve," Nat shouted over the bar. Joey looked up, and behind the counter was none other than Steve Rogers.

"Little Stark," Steve smiled, pouring a glass of gin and passing it to Nat.

"This is Stark's kid?"

Joey looked to her right at the stranger, who was now tapping the man on his right. "This is Stark's kid."

The other guy leaned forward on the bar, sliding his drink with him as he took a look at Joey, while the one closest to her turned his head back toward her as well.

"This is Sam and Bucky," Nat told her, gesturing.

The one to Joey's right— Sam— extended his hand, and she took it. "Joey," she told him.

"Joey," the other one, Bucky, repeated, where he was still leaning over slightly so he could see past Sam. "I can see the resemblance."

Joey smiled at this; she always thought she had her dad's eyes.

"What do you want, tequila?" Nat asked Joey.

"Sure."

Steve raised an eyebrow. "Tony good with that?" he asked.

"He'll try and kill Nat."

"Try," Nat emphasized, before gesturing for Steve to pour a shot. He obliged, and in no time, Nat was sliding the tiny glass toward Joey— it was definitely a double— while raising her own half-full martini glass. "Bottoms up?"

"Jesus, Nat," Steve chuckled, but Joey shrugged and clinked her shot to Natasha's remaining four or so ounces.

Despite the fact that Nat had substantially more in her glass, she and Joey finished their drinks at the same time. It wasn't that Joey hadn't drunk before— in fact, she partied more than she would care to admit, up until she got powers that she needed to hide. It was just that it had been a while, and it wasn't like straight liquor had a great taste.

"Atta girl!" Nat praised, clapping her on the back. "That'll loosen you up." Then, turning to the others, "Thanks for the company. We're gonna go find Carrelli."

"Good to see you, Joey," said Steve, passing her a glass of coke on ice. She took it as Bucky and Sam's "have fun" and "be safe" fell among the noise, too.

Pitbull's Hey Baby was playing now, and Nat was once again dragging Joey by her wrist away from the bar and onto the floor. They didn't stop moving, but they did slow down at times so Nat could lift her chin and look around the room for the agent.

"Oh!" Nat said, yanking Joey in the opposite direction.

Joey yelped, regaining her footing as they approached a tall, tan woman who was turning to walk away from a small cluster of party-goers with an olive-adorned martini in her left hand. When she noticed Nat coming her way, she smiled and raised a brow before coming to meet her halfway.

"Carrelli," Natasha greeted.

"Romanoff," the woman returned similarly. Her long black hair was softly curled, and in the bluish light of the party, you could barely tell where her hair ended and her gown started; it was a one-shouldered, lace corset top gown with a leg slit down the left of the ankle length satin skirt. "Who's this?"

"Joey Stark."

"No way!" Carrelli grinned. "It's so nice to meet you! You've been the talk of the town. The town being, this one, and your dad."

"Oh?" Joey made a face at Nat before looking at Agent Carrelli again. "It's nice to meet you, too. What do you do here? When there isn't a party going on, at least." She laughed. "That dress is amazing, by the way."

"Thank you! It's Burberry, if you can believe it."

"Carrelli's a primary with S.H.I.E.L.D. and lead Enhanced specialist," Natasha explained.

"Yeah," Carrelli picked up. "Mostly data collection, and sometimes I run trainings. I do a lot of testing and experiments with Xavier's school down in Manchester, and our Inhumans that we have on staff, etcetera. That sounds bad, but I promise it's not." She laughed. "By experiment, I mean just more sort of in-depth versions of the data collection that I do on a typical basis."

"That's really interesting," Joey enthused.

"Glad you think so," Nat cut in. "There's a 99% chance of Fury subjecting you to that mix." She looked at Carrelli and gestured to Joey with her head. "Experiment gone wrong."

"Don't make her feel bad," Carelli said with a pitiful laugh, taking in Joey's slightly offended expression. Joey was a little surprised that Carrelli caught onto her emotions so quickly, and it was then that she realized that her double tequila shot may have been starting to hit. She pasted a smile back on her face.

"She can take it," Nat teased, swatting Joey's arm slightly. "She knows I love her."

Carrelli smiles again. "It was great to meet you. I'm excited to have you around."

"Thank you, you too," Joey agreed.

"I'm gonna go get another drink. I'll see you." She headed off back in the direction of the bar.

"Let me join you," Nat decided, following after her.

"Nat!" Joey scolded, grabbing her wrist. "You're just gonna leave me here?"

"Yes," Nat said, unashamed. She folded slightly at Joey's expression, though. "You'll be fine, Joey. And if you seriously need me, I'll be at the bar. You're welcome to join us, but if you spent all night downing tequila shots, I think your dad would kill me and you, too."

Joey didn't reply, she just rolled her eyes and let go of Nat's wrist.

"Make good choices," Nat called as she walked away.

"Likewise," Joey replied, rolling her eyes again.

She awkwardly stood there for a moment, searching for Claire, or Eris, or anyone she knew, really, as the song changed to The Night is Still Young. With no luck, she pulled out her phone and pretended to busy herself with it as she walked toward one of the walls.

A small gust of wind and a blueish blur blew past her, disorienting her slightly. She gasped, and out of instinct, she caught her phone and half-full rocks glass, which were on their way down, midair with the help of her powers.

When she had the glass stabilized with one hand and the phone with the other, she looked around to find the culprit while she grabbed her phone from where it was floating before her. To her left, and slightly behind her, was a tall, bottle-blond boy. He looked about her age, and even though a guy with frosted tips wasn't normally her type, she couldn't deny that he was easy on the eyes.

"You should watch where you are going," he suggested, before nodding toward the drink that Joey still had suspended in the air. "Impressive." As he took the glass, Joey noted the slight European accent that came with his words.

"If only," she replied, making a face. Her powers were nothing, she thought, compared to the rest of the Avengers and the things they faced.

She didn't know if it was the alcohol or her own volition (or a mix of both), but something convinced Joey to look him up and down, only a tad less than conspicuously. She didn't miss his smirk that followed.

"So what's your... deal?" She asked.

"This?" He clarified, running a millisecond-long lap around her.

"Yes," she confirmed, involuntarily letting a giggle escape her.

"Nothing," he feigned, shrugging. Joey gave a slightly slack but not quite smug smile; she realized that he must be one of the Enhanced, one of the newer team members. "You?" He wondered.

"Something like that," she told him.

Clinking glasses and conversation and music blared around them, but the two seemed to ignore it while they looked at each other for a moment longer.

"Let me get you a drink," he offered. And even though Joey knew better, she replied, "Sure."

"What do you like?"

"Surprise me," she told him, and in the (literal) blink of an eye, he returned with one of the Malibu Sunsets that Joey had seen being carried around on trays by members of the kitchen staff earlier tonight. She took it with an amused grin.

"That must be convenient," she mentioned in regard to his speed, taking a sip.

"Eh, it gets old."

"I'm sure."

She took a couple more sips of her drink— bigger ones, now that she knew how sweet it was. When she went in for a third, someone bumped into her from behind, sending her forward and right into the chest of her handsome stranger. Her left hand broke her fall against his chest, while her right hand held her drink away from him so as to not spill all over him. His hands found her arms, steadying her.

An offhanded "sorry!" could be heard from behind her, but she ignored it in her close proximity to the man before her. She was suddenly extremely aware of the navy blue button-down on his chest, or more accurately, how his chest felt beneath it. Before she could regain her posture and space, Locked Out of Heaven was making its way onto the speakers around the room.

Joey looked up at him then, and a grin came onto both of their faces as they unintentionally chorused, "I love this song."

He extended his hand. "Shall we?"

Joey was all smiles now. She downed the remaining gulps of her red drink before setting the empty glass on the tray of a passing staff member. She knew she'd probably regret it later, because there were at least two shots in that, but for now, she didn't care.

She took his hand, and he led her to an area of the room where more people were dancing, and less of a hazard of them crashing into someone just like Joey had been bumped into minutes earlier.

The first chorus of the song came to an end, and as the second verse picked up, he twirled her under his arm once, coaxing a giggle out of her before the two of them found a rhythm with the music.

Even though the alcohol in her system was beginning to seriously blur her awareness, Joey couldn't help but be hyper-aware of the way the green and blue and red flashing lights in the room highlighted the sharpness of his cheeks and the curve of his brow.

He looked down and caught her looking, and he smiled; another beautiful thing.

They continued dancing for the four songs that followed; two of which Joey didn't know, and another two that were Collide and Give Me Everything.

As the final song came to an end, he twirled her again, and she exclaimed, caught off guard. He smiled at the sound of her laugh while he helped her to find her balance, and he led her away from the remaining dancers while another song, Where Them Girls At, began. The chilled-out, slowed-down vibe that overcame those 20 and some minutes on the dance floor dissipated, and a high energy found the party again.

When they made it to an empty space near a wall, Joey stumbled. She was nearly drunk now, and she realized, looking up at her stranger, "I don't know your name."

He smiled and leaned down, toward her ear. "Pietro," he said, before pulling back away.

"Pietro," she repeated, testing it. When he heard her, his eyes smiled before his mouth did.

"I'm Joey," she told him.

In a rather delayed instant, he paled slightly, before his expression all but dropped. His eyes desperately searched Joey's face and her features; what for, she had no idea.

He cleared his throat, and suddenly he couldn't find her eyes. "I have to go," he told her. When he dared another look at her, he couldn't help but add, "It has been lovely. Thank you. I... I will see you."

And with that, he sped off, leaving Joey by herself for the second time at tonight's party.

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