<div class="floatleft">(http://xn--80aaeztjkj0c.xn--p1ai/uploads/posts/2011-02/thumbs/1297414052_danielcudmore_medium.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character Name:</strong>Piotr "Peter" Nikolaievitch Rasputin<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>(17:00 PM), 07 of July 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Harrys Hideaway Bar, Westchester, Upstage New York, The Bar<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black leather jacket, black tank top. Blue jeans, black leather belt, black boots (As pictured)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Psylocke<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Piotr looked up into her lavender eyes for a moment. It was respectful and all but when she bent over to trace his jawline with her finger like that her impressive cleavage was right at eye level and he’d go hard as steel in the regular way for a man looking at a beautiful woman if he kept staring. The walk over with the hips and the…stop. He needed to deal…just like she was saying.<br/><br/>“Am I really such a cliche?” he asks looking straight into her eyes. “I was hoping to have a little more depth than the guys drawing with chalk on the sidewalks.” he says trying for some humor.<br/><br/>He pushes off from the bed causing his chest muscles and arms to bulge out. He may have been wallowing in self pity but he was torturing himself working out in the gym and Danger Room. He stands towering over her looking down. “Very well Betsey. I’ll just grab my jacket and we’ll have some vodka on you.” he smiles trying for her. “But if I get drunk you are carrying me home and tucking me in.” he jokingly warns her.