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"I haven't seen either of those." He replied with a clueless shrug, giving her a crooked smile. "I'm out of touch. The last time someone mentioned the Dark Knight to me, I asked them if it was that funny historical one with Heath Ledger. At least I got one of the actors right." Callum raised an eyebrow at her. "Well, you're obviously a great bartender, otherwise the night would've gone by with significantly more sober people." 

"Now wait a minute, where will you go? Who will make me hamburgers when I run out of ramen?"

Callum snorted at her Tybalt comment, cracking a small smile, his first since they'd begun their conversation. "Tybalt said that? The only time we hear his name in the station is when an old lady calls up to demand her cat back and he has to give up Sofia Purrgara. I wouldn't take it too seriously." He could hear the doubt in her voice despite her childish stubbornness in sticking to her already lost side of the argument. "So it doesn't make it right, does it make it go away? No. What your families are doing isn't right but it's real and a danger for you and your blossoming two-week romance."

"Everyone at this party seems determined to get me drunk." Callum sighed theatrically. "But I'll pass. I have to make sure you don't embarrass yourself too much."

"Atta girl. I can't object to you kicking any ass if I don't see it happening."

"I'll carry you home as many times as you need and you'll only owe me once. After all, I'm still figuring out what favor to ask of you in exchange for the first time."

"Lucky for both of us then, you'll be living a very long time with that bucket list. I go from tipsy directly to alcohol poisoning and it isn't  flattering, I'm not proud of it. Though by all means, toast in my honor and know I'll be sober enough to carry you home."

"Really?  I'm surprised, you seem like the kind of woman who flourishes at gatherings like this. And no, secret agent man will not be drinking tonight for the safety of himself and others."

"Don't go throwing punches, o mighty warrior. Not that I don't love my job, but tonight's my night off and you starting a gang war might throw a wrench into my good time."

"The less attention those condescending people give me me the better, if you knew how to play the trumpet, I'd have to silence you anyway. Secret agent man, remember? You're the socialite between the two of us."

At best, Callum could only offer up a shrug and a self-deprecating smile. "No, forgive me. I've lived here for years and I still don't know half of the people in the important families." He admitted, watching her toying with her hair with innocent curiosity.

Callum followed with an equal grin, actually getting a napkin for himself before heaping desserts on top, wondering somewhat guiltily if he could get away with smuggling pastries in the pockets of his rented suit. "Party food is superior to any other food." He agreed, "Everything is miniature so I can eat twice as much with half the guilt."

"I would've planned a fanfare if I'd had better notice of this party than the Capulets so kindly name-dropping me in their invitation."