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  1. Just saw it, and I loved it! I had never heard of GotG before the film trailers started coming out, and it was thoroughly enjoyable. I'm thinking about going to see it myself again tomorrow before work, LOL.
  2. Aradia chewed on her lip slightly, then frowned and sighed, looking a little distressed. "Girl, if you're gonna make it that long, you're gonna have to ease up a little." ,, "Who says I wanna make it that long?" Oneca downed the rest of her second drink in a long swill, and August and Aradia shared a deeply concerned look this time, before Aradia walked over, and started pulling the alcohol bottles and putting them away. ,, "Look, I guess I'm just gonna have to get straight to it. I didn't plan this to be an intervention or some shit - hell, I brought the alcohol. I guess I was hoping being away from the bitch for a whole month would have mellowed you a bit, but I see I was wrong. But you've been home for ten minutes, and you're halfway to plastered already. So we can get back to this later if you want, it's your body, cuz." She tossed the last of the hard liquor into the bar cabinet, and handed Oneca a mojito. "Here, if you need to drink during this conversation, fine. But I need you a least partly coherent for a few minutes. Then if we wanna forget all this shit for now and drink and eat and look at pictures of hot Grecian guys, awesome. If you want me to fuck off, well, I guess that's fine too. But everything that's fucked up in this house is tied to weird. You know it, I think August knows it, I sure the hell know it - you just didn't know that till now. I know you drink because of Saja, I know she's not right." ,, Oneca rolled her eyes, looking flippant. "No shit." ,, "Don't get snippy with be, damnit - she's not human. I can tell." She rounded on August, her brow furrowed. "And there's something wonky with you too, girl - I can see it! But neither of you are mages.. so what's going on?" She sighed, taking a gulp of her mojito, and sat it down, looking apologetic. "I'd like to know what I'm living in the middle of here."
  3. "Wait a minute. No, we are not mage hunters, Kaitlin." Aradia scowled slightly, looking a little frustrated at the tension that was suddenly mounting between the parties. She gestured to Gary slight with a small shrug. "I don't know about this guy, and since he's not willing to tell us anything about himself either, then whatever. But Kaitlin's my roommate, and Dec is my other roommate's boyfriend, and they're not hiding anything. These are my friends, Imriel - isn't there anything else we can tell them about what's going on? I mean, they were kidnapped, treated like lab rats." ,, "I did tell them what I can." Imriel frowned at Aradia but he wasn't angry, that was clear. He was concerned about her words, as if talking to them meant more than sharing secrets. She chewed on her lower lip, looking a little upset, then sighed and shrugged. "Sorry guys, you basically know what I know anyway, except it has something to do with politics and war." Her voice took on a sardonic tone. "Phenomenal cosmic powers!!! Aaaaaand, here's your war."
  4. Hey guys, I would like to get a post up in Rest Home, if you don't mind. I'm just at work right now.
  5. Aradia shot August a small, concerned frown behind Oneca's back, as the other girl bypassed the fun girly drinks and went straight for the hard liquor concoction, as usual. She had been hoping some time away from Saja would stem her newfound cousin's destructiveness a little, but it wasn't looking that way so far. She grabbed a mojito herself and twisted the cap off, taking a short drink. "Well, I was just thinking a catch-up night, y'know? Hang, drink, eat, watch some movies. I swung by a Redbox and grabbed a few I thought you two might like." ,, She walked over and picked them up, flipping through them and tossing them onto the large cocktail ottoman as she read them out loud. "Let's see, I got Avengers for the hot guys, Hunger Games looked kinda cool, Cabin in the Woods is some kinda horror flick, the new Bond movie, cause Daniel Craig. Django looked fucked up, but everybody said it was awesome. And Bachelorette looked pretty raunchy." She tossed the last one down, and flopped down into the big chair and a half, curling her legs up into it. "But screw movies for now, I wanna hear all about Greece, and how many times a week Dec is good for."
  6. The tunes were kickin', but Aradia had only been dancing for maybe twenty minutes - about three or four songs - and she had already been groped several times. She also wasn't finding out much about the place by hanging out in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by sweaty guys, most of whom were at least six inches taller than she was. ,, One of the skeeziest of the bunch, a thin but ripped white boy with long dreads pulled back in a ponytail, pressed up against her from behind, his hands moving to her hips and up over her stomach as they danced. He was wearing a black wife beater t-shirt and a pair of cargo pants, and was actually pretty hot. But this was the third time he'd tried to slide his hands up under her shirt, and she could feel his erection as he pulled her hips back into his with the dance. This time he leaned down into her ear, yelling to make himself heard over the music. "You wanna step outside, sexy? Kinda hot in here!" ,, She pulled back, and flashed him a smile. "Thanks, but I'm gonna grab a drink instead! My friend is over there - that's her, see her?! - she'll love your moves, and I'll find you in a minute!" He nodded and moved towards the poor girl she had picked randomly, some sucker in a glow-in-the-dark minidress that was about to receive a lot of unwanted attention. She made her way towards the bar (she hadn't been lying about that part!), and shouted her order at the bartender over the din. She leaned up against it as she waited, and after a moment her eyes settled on a familiar face. ,, Holy shit, what's Imriel doing here? ,, The bartender handed her the drink, and she handed him the cash. Then she stepped up behind Wakiki, who was leaning against the bar, being chatted up by some drunk-as-shit bimbo in a neon pink number as he waited for the bartender to make it this far down the bar. "Hey sexy, nice glasses!"
  7. Ironically, an almost identical thought process was going on inside Aradia's head as she eyed Dec up and down, remember the last time she'd seen the attractive but rugged man. He'd been wearing nothing then, too, but for a very different reason. She remembered the growling, the belt buckle, the -- Down, girl! You're here on business!. Even as she remembered that, her attention turned to Kaitlin, and her eyes widened in true surprise. For if finding out your one-night-stand and roommate's friend/personal trainer was a fucking werewolf was cause for a double-take, finding out her other friend/roommate was a were-cat came as a total shock. She crossed the distance between her and the other (admittedly slightly freaked-out) girl, gave her a hug, and pulled back to eye both her and Dec. ,, "Holy shit, you two.. how long have you two been here? I just saw you, like, three days ago, chica. What the hell happened?" Kaitlin shook her head at Aradia, memories of how long she'd been here and what had happened to get her there still fuzzy, and a little mixed up with the predatory impulses of her first hunt. Aradia turned to Dec, her expression concerned and worried. Twenty minutes ago they were supposed to be rescuing random supernatural creatures from a bunch of Seers. These were her friends, dammit! "Are you two okay?"
  8. "Oh my fucking god." Aradia hopped out of the bed and hurried over to the door. She slammed it shut, clicking the lock into place, and then turned around to glance at Dec. He had turned over and propped himself up on his elbows, and they stared at each other for a brief moment before she burst out laughing. "Damn, how much of the show do you think she caught?" ,, He shrugged, smirked as he sat up, and moved to the edge of the bed, the smooth languidness of his movements a sharp contrast to the sexy roughness of his manner and appearance. "Dunno.. I was kinda focused on the actual performance." He reached for his pants, but she pushed off from the door, crossing the room smoothly and nudging his clothing away with a foot. ,, "What makes you think I'm done with you, bucko? You look like you're good for more than one ride a night. Or are you planning to move on to a different filly?" She slid down between his knees this time, her hands moving over his thighs and down the backs of his calves as she pushed his legs apart. Then she glanced up at him, her eyes full of a sort of lazy mischievousness now that the initial hunger of their drunken coupling had been satiated. She looked a little more sober now, although certainly still tipsy - but having someone walk in on you post-coitus was bound to bring anyone around, at least a bit. Her fingers slid back up, lazily trailing along the backs and insides of his thighs, and then briefly over the sensitive tip of his cock. She felt it twitch slightly under her fingertips, and a slow smirk curved at the corner of her lips. "Well?"
  9. Aradia glanced around the deserted street nervously. Kick-ass magic slinger or no (and in her opinion, she wasn't that kick-ass yet), walking around a run-down, deserted industrial in L.A. as a nineteen year old woman dressed for clubbing seemed like a bad idea. She was dressed in Oneca's smallest pair of leather pants, the ones Aradia couldn't quite figure out how her curvy cousin managed to squeeze into. They were almost capri-length on the goth girl (and who the hell had ever heard of leather capris before?!), which put them at just about the right length for Aradia, and loose enough for her to move in while still looking decent, and ready to party. Over that she'd thrown a tight tank top and a thin, too-large t-shirt advertising an obscure punk band. It had come pre-ripped from the thrift shop, but Aradia assumed that added to the effect. Her hair was down, she'd changed the streaks to various shades of bright pinks and reds through the brown, and altered the cut to look straighter and edgier. She'd styled it with the part off to the side and teased to high heaven, and slid at least a dozen multi-colored glow-stick bracelets on each wrist, a pair of boots with four-inch thick soles that were laced over the pants with cheap LED fiber-optic shoelaces she'd found locally. She'd topped it all off with a half a kilo of fairly dark glitter-punk makeup, and hoped she was dressed well enough to blend in without standing out. Latigo was nearby, wandering along out of sight, ready to warn her if he saw anything dangerous. Finally though, she found the place. It was, at first glance, not even worth a look. Only the loud noise emanating from the old subway entrance gave any indication that there was more than rats scurrying around in the abandoned station. As she descended down the stairs, the darkness gave way to the glow of black lights and hundreds of glow sticks, glow-in-the-dark raver clothes, and LED accessories. At the bottom of the stairs were the bouncers, but they waved Aradia in without even glancing at the fake ID she'd been ready with. At one time (before some official rerouting cut this section of the city off from the subway lines), this had been a very utilitarian station. Once you decended the stairs, there was a very long stretch of flat concrete, with pillars on either side overlooking the opposing train directions. But in the time since, heavy-duty surfaces had been fabricated that stretched over the subway tracks, almost like a flat bridge to nothing except barren wall and the short ledge on the other side. These were referred to as the dance bridges, where hundreds of young men and women writhed and raved, their emotions high on the music and their bodies high on drugs and cheap booze. The bar was a half-circle set back near the blocked-off back wall, where the station stopped and the tracks kept going. It extended out from the DJ booth, which was built high up off the ground and required climbing a short ladder to reach it. That modification had been made after the third or fourth DJ had been ripped away from his audio controls by an irate mob unhappy with his song selections, and bouncers also guarded the ladder leading up to the sound booth. In the ceiling, the original fluorescents had been replaced by an elaborate track lighting system that flashed colored spots all around the dance floor. Flush with the back station wall, heavy black barricades had been constructed blocking off the remaining tracks, and no one was allowed through the doors that had been built into them. The barricades were guarded by even more bouncers - burly men in plain black t-shirts and pants that didn't bother blending into the throng of dancers. No one knew exactly who ran this place. It was officially called Le Sousterrian, though everyone called it the Sous. No one knew how it had become an actual place, either.. at least one that the cops didn't shut down. Either way, it was well known amongst the music scene as the place to go for a wild fucking time. Aradia knew Latigo would follow somehow, staying out of sight in that mysterious way of his that sleepers never noticed. But she danced her way into the throng, doing her best to blend into the madness so she could get a good look at the place. Her latest tip regarding missing people had led her here, and at this point, it was the only lead she had. Of course, she had no fucking clue what she was looking for.. but at least it was something. Livy, girl, I haven't given up on you...
  10. It was Thursday night. Saja had left for the duration of the summer, headed to San Francisco for an internship. August had made her first appearance at the house that same day, for the first time in the month since Oneca had left. Earlier today, Aradia had received a text message from Oneca that she was heading back into town as well. They were about to spend an entire summer together under the same roof - thankfully a Saja-free one - and still her two roommates were keeping her in the dark. August had spent most of the last month with Dec, the hot-as-hell werewolf. They had a shape-shifting were-cat 'crashing' (Hah! - She'd been living there just barely shorter than Aradia had, at this point!) in one of the spare bedrooms. Yet, all of the life mage's attempts to extract who (or what) her roommates were up to now had been rebuffed, ignored, or flat-out rejected. It was like living in the center of a minefield, and yet everyone kept insisting it was a city park. She stepped back and surveyed the battlefield that was the den. Fruity drink mixes were August's favorite, and the add-your-own alcohol versions allowed for Oneca to get as plastered as she so chose. She'd sent August a text with the time to be here by, stating vaguely that they "should hang out, since Oneca was gonna be back". She knew August loved Greek food, and there was enough pita bread involved there to keep Oneca from getting wasted too quickly. The delivery guy had just dropped it off, and she'd laid it all out on the huge cocktail table that was centered between the deep-seated, soft, curl up in it upholstered furniture that outfitted the entertainment-centered room. She'd rented a few movies from Redbox, a variety of different things meant to appeal to whatever random mood the other two were in, although honestly Aradia didn't care if they got around to watching any of them. She took in a deep breath, and then checked her phone briefly for the time. August should be arriving any minute, and Oneca shortly after that. If I can't get them to talk this way, I'm going to have to resort to more extreme measures.
  11. Her hips rolled against his, settling into his movements with a sultry ease. They lingered at that pace for awhile, until the tempo of his thrusts pulled a moan from her, and he felt her control beginning to slip. Her feet slid up to his right shoulder, as smooth as liquid, her body twisting just enough for him to reach up slightly and grab ahold of her ankles. The backs of her thighs were pressed up against his chest, and he knew at that moment that it wasn't physically possible to be any deeper inside a woman. Damn, whatever this girl is.. every guy needs to do one once. The thought flickered briefly through his mind, and he ground into her then, giving it to her as thoroughly as she seemed to want it. She cried out in pleasure, and he felt her begin to pulse around him, her reactions becoming more instinctive and less deliberate. "Oh fuck, yes. Touch me, Dec - please," she gasped, and he obliged her, sliding his free hand over her left thigh and up her hip, before cupping her small, perky breast and squeezing the nipple firmly. She sucked in a sharp hiss of breath, and he continued to tease and torture her with his touch, even as he rocked his hips against hers, pressing over and over into that perfect spot until he felt her nearing the edge of euphoria. Then he pulled out of her with a growl, lowering her legs and taking her hips firmly in his hands. Her eyes flew open again, her disbelief and shock at the sudden emptiness magnifying her indignation three-fold what it had been earlier, but this time he didn't intend to keep her waiting. His silver eyes blazed as they met hers, and his words were a low snarl that she felt through her whole body. "On your knees, frail." She let out a groan, half-impatience and half-eagerness, as she turned over and lifted herself onto all fours. She heard another low growl from behind, and had just enough time to brace herself before she felt him grab her hips and thrust into her again deeply. She let out a little keening noise, and he began to move once more - shorter, faster movements this time. His breathing was ragged now, and hers was coming in little short gasps in time with his thrusts. She felt his hand slide down between her legs and his fingers move - Oh yes, right there! - stroking and massaging the small, swollen bud until she finally exploded around him, clenching and drawing him in as she cried out in ecstasy.
  12. For awhile there were no more words, only soft, appreciative noises. Her hips arched and flexed under his attention, and he felt her other leg - the one he wasn't holding onto - loop lazily over his shoulder. She was enjoying every moment of this, it had been a long time, and he was very good at what he was doing. She had started off hot for him already, but as her soft whimpers turned into gasps, and then into little cries of desire, he could taste and smell her want - her need for him - escalate sharply. She was trembling beneath him, fingers gripping the blanket when he finally pulled away from her, and her eyes flew open in surprise and outrage. ,, "What - why are you - what the hell..." she stuttered over her indignation, her voice thick and hungry with need. ,, He slid his hand down her thigh as he shifted, standing up and then kneeling down onto the bed, gripping her hips and pulling her closer to him. She saw his intent in those fierce eyes of his, and she sat up and pulled back slightly, her own eyes flashing dangerously. "Oh no you don't.. I'm not the only one getting tortured first, mister." ,, "Is that so?" he drawled, his expression still intent on conquest. He licked his lips slowly, tasting her on them, and pressed her back slightly on the bed. He was too preoccupied with the defiant look on her face to notice her hand slide down between them. "And just how d'you plan on makin' that happen, frail?" ,, She slipped her fingers briefly into her own wet center, and he saw her eyelids flutter for a moment. Then she pulled them out and wrapped moist fingers around him, her eyes locking with his as she began to stroke, slow and hard enough to catch his attention and let him know she meant business. "Like this."
  13. Finally, the mysterious Calypso made her appearance. She stumbled into the room and leaned against the doorjamb, taking a slow look at the carnage surrounding the two men. Gary could make out the hotness Wakiki had spoken of, but only barely. Her long, currently pale-green streaked brown ponytail was askew and partly undone, as if someone had yanked hard at it. She sported at least a half-dozen long, thin, painful-looking welts that were sure to turn into nasty bruises, and at least a couple gashes that, while shallow, were still dripping blood slowly down her forearm and over her cheek. ,, "Looks like you boys had a pretty shitty time of it too. Sorry I missed all this fun, but as you can see, I got invited to my own party." Her eyes rested on Imriel, and she gave him a concerned second-over. "Holy shit, you look worse than I do."
  14. She watched Whisker slip across the parking lot, then boosted herself forward through the space between the seats, leaning past Imriel in a way that was a bit distracting, as she popped open the glove box and pulled out the other gun. "Not a thing. Though I sare say 'knocking' on the front door seems a tad suspicious. You wanna elaborate on that plan a little? You know what, nevermind. I don't need to know the details, just tell me hat to do and I'll do it. I'm new to this sort of shit, after all."
  15. "Fuck their beer." "I'd rather fuck you, frail." "Frail my ass.. I'll show you frail, pretty eyes." She kissed him again, briefly but hungrily, and as she broke away her teeth caught his lower lip, nipping at it a little more firmly than before. Her lips moved then, away from his, and up along the edge of his jaw. Her breath and tongue played lightly along his skin, and she murmured against his ear as she motioned vaguely towards the other door leading out of the kitchen, the one that led away from the common rooms. "Back there.. up the stairs. Second door on the right." She was light, so it was more the combination of Jack Daniels and impatience that had him stumbling slightly up the stairs. Stumbles led to pauses, which proved to be excellent make-out opportunities. In fact, by the time they reached the apex of the staircase, the trip to the top had become a hazy blur of eager touches and firm kisses, of soft gasps and low growls. By the time they made it to the second door on the right, the pretty little gymnast had somehow managed to get his shirt pulled off and his belt undone. They burst into the room, which - thankfully - was lacking other occupants, and she dropped the plain white t-shirt on the ground in a puddle as he slid her against him, down to the floor. Her ponytail was loose from his fingers, strands of crisp white and chestnut brown framing her face in that hot, messy, "ready for ravishing" sort of way. Even as he reached behind and clicked the lock, he could feel her tugging lightly at the button of his jeans. He chuckled low, and how he made laughing at her sexy, she swore she'd never figure out. "In a hurry or somethin'?" "No.. but in this outfit I'm mostly naked anyway, so.. fair's fair."
  16. Aradia shook her head, looking a bit sheepish. "No, not yet, sorry. I'm working on it.. I can do small stuff. Gills, feathers, eyes, that sort of thing. And I can change the way I look a bit. But I can probably get in through a window or an air vent, too." She motioned to the ocelot, who was - despite being casually curled up on the Thyrsus's lap - watching the two strangers intently. "Or maybe Latigo can help? What needs to be done?"
  17. I did a small post in Those Who Hear the Call. Should be good to finish it, unless anyone else has anything they want to post there. Whether you continue playing Tree or not, Smax, we've probably lost enough people in that thread (Adrian, Thomas, not sure who played Astra), where we should probably close it out anyway. If no one posts there in a few days, perhaps we can mark it complete.
  18. "Yeah, cause we're all magical bookworms who know they name of each and every magical ability out there. So that's helpful. And you..." She turned to Lucien, poking him in the chest with a finger. "You wanna run off and try to play Harry Potter, go ahead. I don't recommend it, you're not ready. But I swear to the watchtowers, if you get yourself injured doing something you're not ready to do and being a dumbass, you had better not dare tell August - OR Oneca - that I had a thing to do with it. They'll never let me live it down.. for some reason, they're fond of that pretty-boy, underwear-modeling face of yours." Then she stood up, grabbing her purse and keys. "Listen, I've got class, so I'm gonna get going. But lemme give you guys my number, and we'll go from there, okay?" She pulled out her phone and started punching in phone numbers from those who offered, as well as giving hers in return. Then she gave Lucien a friendly squeeze on the shoulder. She's gotten to know him a bit in her time at the mansion, and he was a cool guy who cared about her cousin and her friend, and that was good enough in Aradia's book - even if he was kind of a man-slut. "I'll catch you later, Luce - and you guys, too. We'll get together and try to figure this missing person shit out, and soon. Screw anyone who thinks they're going to mess around with the people we care about, right?" With that, she practically bounded out of the room, leaving the others to their goodbyes.
  19. Damn the man..., she thought as he looked down at her. He was close enough, leaned up against the counter in that intensely casual-sexy way of his, to have some solid height over the petite gymnast.. a good ten inches, probably more. She tilted her head up to look at him, trying (and failing) not to enjoy the view as she went. The vargr was all muscle - the serious kind of muscle too, the kind you earned from real work in the real world, not from playing Jersey Shore down at the gym in order to earn your perfectly-smooth six pack. This is tricky ground... "Most of them, it would appear. I'd say it was you, but that Kat girl was falling all over that hot Asian dude, August is practically draped over Lucien, and Oneca already left with that new guy, Allen.. Arien.. whatever. So, you know.. maybe it's just the booze." Her voice was smooth to the normal human range - even a little taunting, as if she was trying to poke at his ego a bit - and she would've been putting on a pretty good show for a normal man. But Dec was more than a man, he was vargr. He had heard it when her heart had picked up in tempo, saw her muscles tense when he'd stepped closer to her. He could smell her arousal, and it had gotten stronger with their banter. Still, the playful barbs had an effect, though not necessarily the one she had intended. What might have been an insult to a lesser man, Dec couldn't help but take as a challenge. For a small woman, she had a lot of spunk. Instead of falling all over him, here she was trying to take him down a peg, despite the desire he knew she was feeling. Maybe it was the booze - hell, they'd all had plenty to drink, him included. But that didn't stop him from watching her as she finished pouring. Her movements were smooth, and graceful, aside from the bit of unsteadiness that came from drinking. Like him, there was very little softness to her figure. Oh, there were curves.. lithe, subtle ones, enough to remind him that she was a woman. But there was muscle too, and power in her movements.. like a dancer, or a runner, she gave him the sense of one who was always moving, someone unafraid to push her body to get where she wanted to go. Something about her was almost cat-like in it's gracefulness, but with an undercurrent of vitality that reminded him - almost - of one of his own. It was like she wasn't a wolf, or a cat, or a horse, or a bird.. but some of all of those things, wrapped up with a little bit of forest and sky and everything else that was alive. "But not you, 'eh frail? You're above all that fawning and flattering, that what you're telling me?" "You're damned straight, I--" He slid closer as she turned around, and that was enough to crack the veneer. She let out a breath, and for a moment she forgot to take another one, as she stood there looking up at him, trying to resist the shapeshifter's overwhelming sexiness. He had the satisfaction, finally, of seeing her take a ragged breath, of watching her eyes widen slightly - like trapped prey - as she tried to step back, to give herself the space to regain control of the situation. But she was up against the counter, with nowhere to go, and nothing to look at other than him. "Fuck."
  20. No problem, Carver.. Thanks for the suggestion, it's a good one, and you're right, all I was looking for was a bridge. Modifying now.
  21. Carv, I have one line written in for Morri in my last post, only because I felt pretty confident it would be okay. Tell me if it's not in any way, so I can modify it.
  22. Aradia was also forced to suppress a giggle at the outburst, but at Sakurako's rant, she rolled her eyes. "First of all, how about a Valium with your pizza? Daaamn." She turned to Morri, and smiled wryly at her. "Obviously, someone has told Morri that pizza and fast food are bad, and that she shouldn't eat them. Morri, who told you that?" The young feral didn't answer - she was staring intently at the new girl in a way that made several of the students who were more familiar with her nervous. Sonja glanced at Morri, then at Ari.I "Probably Ms. Gomez.. she's been working with Morri on some stuff." "Morri, sometimes adults say we shouldn't do something ever, because they're afraid we're gonna want to do it all the time. Pizza isn't good to eat all the time, but it tastes really good, so Ms. Gomez - Eileen - probably told you not to eat it at all, because she thought you wouldn't want to eat healthy food anymore. But it's okay to eat sometimes, just like fast food. We eat plenty of healthy food here at school, so it's okay to eat something not-healthy sometimes, for fun. But we can ask Ms. Gomez first, if you want." They were, after all, probably going to have to ask for approval to go out with so many people.. It was the only way to get van keys, and this many people were going to require a van, even without the wheelchair. Man, this was supposed to be a quick trip in to town to hang out, just a couple of us. Talk about major inflation ...
  23. (This thread is back-dated to take place immediately after Boot-Scooting Boogie.) Aradia drank that shot, and the next one, with good grace. Her concerns about drinking too much seemed to have evaporated as the party went on. Her mother's crowd had been full of a different type of drinker - angry, bitter, mean drunks who liked to yell at act like assholes and bitch about every little thing. On top of the alcohol there had often been drugs, and when not sitting around bitching about life, Aradia had often come home to find her mother too stoned or high to function, much less laugh or have a good time. For good or ill, the pretty young acrobat was having too much fun to monitor herself tonight. "Five of diamonds - get me some beer, bitch!!!" Aradia groaned as the rest of the players started chanting-- "Beer bitch! Beer bitch! BEER BITCH!" --and tossed her cards down onto the table, standing up with a small stumble. "Okay, okay! Beer bitch, I got it. Okay. But, I can't carry it all myself.. I need ash - assish - assistance!" She steadied herself on the chair, and glanced around the table, briefly. August was out - she'd was probably only still upright because of Lucien, and that took him out as well. The pasty librarian-looking dude looked like he couldn't carry lift a backpack, much less carry liquor. Ari's eyes paused for a moment on the big guy with the tattoos - Finn? - but it was Astra's shameless flirting that caught her attention, the obvious way she laughed as she leaned closer, showing off her assets to the silver-eyed stud that made Aradia want to switch games.. from poker, to smack-a-ho. "Hey, you - Dec. Yeah - you. Pretty eyes. C'mon.. be beer bitch with me." Without waiting, she turned and walked into the kitchen, confident that he would follow. Dec arched a brow in amusement, but he stood up and followed, despite Astra's pout.. after all, how could you turn a demand request like that down? By the time he made it into the kitchen, she had the fridge door open, and was shuffling things around inside, looking for more cold beer for those who were drinking it. But she glanced up at him, a half-annoyed, half-amused smirk on her lips. "You guys get a kick out of that shit, don't you? When those girls fawn all over you like a cat in heat? I've never met one guy - NOT ONE - who didn't lap that shit up like sweetened cream. Tell me, are ALL men that easy, pretty eyes?"
  24. Except they didn't have long to wait. In fact, just as Wakiki spoke, Whisker noticed a very slight rustle from a tree at the edge of the parking lot. Another one followed, and then - very quietly - she saw the shadowy figure of a thin young woman drop out of the tree and land smoothly on the ground. She stood up and made her way quickly and quietly towards the car, and the quiet gleam of cat's eyes in the moonlit darkness, shining out from a human face as she approached, was confirmation of the mage's identity long before the shadows retreated enough for them to see the rest of her. She opened the door and slid into the backseat of Wakiki's car along with what looked like a very small leopard, closing the door after it with barely a whisper. "Hey. Sorry I waited, I wanted to make sure it was you. I got here about ten minutes before you did. So what's going on - what are we doing here?"
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