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 Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 5:45 pm
Ariel chewed on her lower lip as she fussed over the poker table she'd picked up at a box store, along with its set of red, white and blue poker chips. The table, folding chairs and chips, as well as the food and alcohol she'd brought home, had take a huge bite out of her latest bounty. The bruise on her cheek bone hadn't even properly purpled yet and most of the pay from it was gone.
Oh well... the night she had planned would be worth whatever she had payed. It had been, frankly, years since she had had many (or really any) friends she cared enough about to invite into her home for something other than casual sex. A niggling little thought in the back of her mind kept trying to make itself known, the wonder if she was even doing it right... was this how you hung out casually with friends? There was booze, that she was used to, but there were no drugs, no needles or pipes. She had spent so many years that way, she couldn't help but second guess herself.
Each of her guests had gotten a call from the bounty hunter, asking if they'd want to come over to play poker and drink, and all had agreed. A glance at her watch confirmed the time she had told them and Ariel felt a fizzle of excitement and nerves. She'd spent all day cleaning, getting her shabby apartment into order to make a space that was warm and inviting. She'd even stuck some incense into a burner on the TV stand and the whole place smelled of that rather than its normal smokey tones. The opened windows helped, letting in a wisp of a breeze and the sound of the city outside.
Bottles clinked as Ariel arranged them on the counter next to the large bowls of snack food, chex mix and potato chips and various things for filler. Real food would come later in the form of delivery, once she got a feel for what people were in the mood for. One of her cats wove between her ankles and the tall woman debated for a bit if she should lock her remaining pair in her bedroom... but maybe if they didn't make nuisances of themselves, she could just leave them out. She really hated restricting them like that and meeting strangers was good for their socialization.(( Poker night, go! Sorry it took so long! ))
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 6:57 pm
Jaysen sat perched on on the fire escape (having moved to a higher perch when Arial moved to open the windows in question), watching Ariel as she flitted about the place. She snickered to herself quietly, watching as the older woman set up. The blonde leaned forward, just the slightest bit, eyeing the interior of the house and all it's contents. It was always interesting to compare how people set their things... The cat turned and glanced at her for a moment, and Jaysen glared back at it before it lost all interest in her. The blonde rolled her eyes and shook her head, before touching down quietly and climbing through the window as silently as possible. "It's pointless to lock them up you know. Freaking things seem the always manage to escape. No matter where they are." Jaysen didn't have much experience in cats. She grew up with a dog and birds. But she knew enough about cats that they always seemed to defy logic and physics. Bloody things. "...So who else is coming to this thing."
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 11:19 pm
Elle had been genuinely pleased to receive an invitation and proceeded to spend all of the time between then and now fussing over every minutia of her appearance and decorum.
She liked Ariel, she liked her a lot, but she was also very aware that she didn't seem to fit into the other woman's lifestyle one tiny bit. The thought of a social gathering among her friends was simultaneously electric excitement and pure terror.
High waisted jeans and a strappy top were her version of casual, but when she thought of their encounter at the bar with Ariel she second guessed her outfit twenty times before she took a deep breath and decided to suck it up.
It went against every ounce of her deeply ingrained rules for social interaction to not bring something to contribute to the meal or gift to her host, but she had a feeling it was not that kind of gathering. It didn't take a psychic to know Ariel's apartment would never be the set stage for a quiet dinner party and lovely bottle of pinot wouldn't be the preferred alcoholic offering.
But Elle was a lady, and determined to be a gracious guest regardless of whether or not her social rules fit into the strange and foreign environment of the woman she was hoping to gain favor with. So donning her casual appearance, complete with a ponytailed hairstyle that looked like it was styled in preparation for a sockhop over poker night, she was armed with a tin of cookies, tied in a ribbon and stuffed in her purse.
She knocked and waited for permission to enter, and peered in to the familiar apartment with caution and a Stepford level robotic quality to her expression and tone, "Hello!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 6:59 am
Flipping the cigarette out into the gutter Harley stared up at the building that housed Ariel's apartment and smiled. She remember where it was without a second telling by the brunette who called her, reminding her of the directions and street names to get back here. Her mind gleefully played over the memories of that night and Harley had to shake those thoughts from her mind, there would be none of that tonight...well not unless it turned into one of her sort of parties.
Pulling her pencil skirt down and her bra up she made her way though the door, her finger only touching the buzzer for the apartment briefly before it responded and opened the lock. Taking the stairs she practically skipped up them in her high heels, the clicking sound echoing though the building until she came upon the level she needed. With several packets of smokes in her bag and a lite bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand she had no worries that she wasn't bringing the right thing. There was always a reason to have more booze, she had yet to come across an occasion that didn't need a little livening up, even a kids party could be made fun with her liquid friends.
Before her she saw Ella, or who she would sound find out to be Ella entering the apartment, the petite framed girl giving Harley pause for thought as she watched her disappear behind the door. Ahh this was going to be a fun night. Following she caught the door before it closed and entered just behind the raven haired beauty, a smile plastered on her face as she flashed her pearly whites at the stranger.
"Haha dont be shy love, get in, get in." Nudging her softly she made room to close the door before announcing her presence to the absent Ariel.
"Woman where are ya? I have bought - ohh!" Catching sight of the table with drink and food Harley did a mini clapping dance as she walked over to it, her eyes alight with lust.
"Oh Ariel you shouldn't have! You got booze! My favorite! "
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 8:32 am
She was late, pushing the ideas of 'fashionably', maybe. The sad necessity of setting times for her party gift, favor, whatever one wanted to call it. Stroud had been to Ariel's place before, so she knew not to wear anything runway. Or bring anything antique that wasn't absolute necessity - her pipe and lighter were. The cooler was making an annoying racket of plastic container squeaky noises as she mounted to the door. Hearing voices already inside, Stroud toed the door lightly with her boot and called next to the portal, "Oyy. Someone open sesame. There's always room for jello."
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 3:15 pm
Having someone come through her window was a bit of a surprise, but considering who it was? Maybe less so. Ariel eyed the young blonde with a half smile, rolling shoulders under the thin long sleeve shirt she wore pushed up to her elbows. In deference to some of the more fashionable ladies to show up tonight, she'd opted for 'neat' over 'trashy'. Her pale, stone-washed jeans had no holes and while her shirted was printed in tiger stripes, they were a muted dark grey and black to go with the black ankle boots she wore.
"There is no way those two are getting out of my room if I close the door. Neither is clever enough to work the knob." She laughed. "Come on in, Jaysen, make yourself at home. I invited Stroud, Harley and... Ah! Elle!"
Speak of the Devil. The tall woman turned as someone called from the door and she went to greet her guests, Harley showing up on Elle's heels to bustle her in through the door.
"I'm right here." Ariel laughed as she got the door closed behind the two, unable to stop the grin on her face as Harley immediately rushed to the alcohol. "Only the best for my favorite women."
She offered a more subdued smile to Elle as she welcomed her, knowing this one didn't have the exhuberance of the roller derby girl. "Hey, Elle. I'm glad you could come. That was Harley the helped you through the door, and the blonde over there is Jaysen." She said as way of introductions around. "We all, ah... Work together." Hopefully no one needed a bigger hint than that.
"I'm going to order us food in a moment, do you all prefer Chinese, Pizza or Itallian? Or, you know, whatever you like... I'm buying, so." She jerked a thumb at the take out menus she'd left on the counter as a call came through the door. Reaching, she tugged it open to reveal the straggler of the group.
"Stroud! Always a pleasure." Ariel said with a grin, holding the door wide for the blonde. "I see you've come prepared." With what, though, she wasn't quite sure.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 11:26 am
"You say that, but I'm sticking with my theory." The blonde said, as she resumed eyeing the creature with disdain. She had no clue who these other people were. Jaysen knew few officers out of uniform, and she'd done well at keeping it like that. As it stood, with these three new faces, her grand total was up to six. People would probably argue the technicalities of one of those, but ******** them. It counted. The blonde glanced each woman over as they entered, filing away mental notes such as hair and eye color, guestimates on height. She snorted quietly, grinning mostly to herself at Ariel's choice of words. She still didn't know. It was so cute. Really it was. Jay would have to tell her at some point. Perhaps later tonight, depending on how things progressed. When she was introduced however, Jaysen gave little more then a nod towards the others that had joined their little entourage. Bluefire Dragonz OMG HAPPY NOW? Jaysens an a** im sorry Ivyvian Ey look Schorl, its your favorite sheep.
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