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 Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 5:36 pm
"O-okay Candace," Sasha rubbed at her eyes with the heels of her hands as she readjusted herself so that Candace could finish painting. She would have to go apologize to Harrison - she really was feeling just awful about how she'd treated him, even if he had started it. That was neither here nor there, really, as she let her emotions get the best of her and really hadn't treated him very nicely.
"Mancandy?" Sasha didn't really perk up - Nona had been a nonstop cacophony of moans and titters ever since the evening had begun. The cake hadn't really helped, but at least Sasha was able to drown out the nonverbal sounds her partner was making.
"It's not Robert, is it?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 7:22 pm
Cass looked at Candace slowly, a wide and almost creepy grin coming over her face before she leaned forward and whispered: "I like cake."
She'd clearly had a bit too much of said cake.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:08 am
"Now don't think being a fireman makes you any less of a boxer, Leon, or that I don't fully appreciate it when you run around in just those silky, clingy shorts, because I do." The door to the room opened and in walked Clarice, a shirtless fireman slung over her shoulder like a warbride. "It's just that firemen have a little something extra, a special, fiery ember that ignites heated passions in the hearts and minds of women everywhere." This was obviously a very important lecture on the nature of firemen, and Leon would do well to remember, as taking notes at the moment is not quite possible for him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 3:38 pm
"YOU LEAVE MY BOXING SHORTS OUT OF THIS, ITS RING ATTIRE. RING. ATTIRE." leon fumed from the entire situation. The being carried like a sack of potatoes, the slap on the a**, and the constant referral to the term fireman, and of course the lack of a shirt. It was demeaning, every last minute of it.
the fact that the suspenders were starting to hurt didn't help much either as he tried to move them about, with the limited range of movement he was allotted.
he didn't even get to enjoy the view of the other girls, all he saw was a door.
"Well at least it beats Allan's room so far." he said with a shrug.
first the Allan's room, and now Clarice's. Was Aria's dorm on the visiting list too? He was sure to never EVER visit caelius abode if he could prevent it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 5:34 pm
Cass...liked cake. Ooookay. "Let me know if you start to feel sick, Cass. I'll help you." Candace called out with a smile, grabbing another bottle of polish to begin applying the decorative touches to Sasha's nails. She wanted this finished before Clarice returned with their...new guest. Then Clarice could do her nails and they would be amazing.
Clarice's return came just as she was applying the final coat, a transparent polish to give Sasha's nails that extra layer of protection and a nice glossy shine. "Welcome back! Ooooh a fireman?" There was a pause, and suddenly she grinned with excitement. "Oh my god Clarice did you get us a stripper?" <******** yes Clarice was such a goddess. Who their new guest was didn't even register with her yet.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 5:47 pm
Sasha looked a little baffled.
"Whassa.. whas.. whassa stripper?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 5:56 pm
Syd turned bright red and let out a strange little yelping noise before burying her face in her hands. "I... I've never seen a stripper before," she whispered, peeking through her fingers. "But--but I think they dance. In a--in a sexy manner," she finished, even her ears turning red.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 6:41 pm
"And then they strip down to nothing. Butt naked." Rin added with a giddy smile. At least a stripper is something she vaguely knew something about. Only vaguely though.
This was the first time she saw one in the flesh. Eyeing him over curiously from Clarice's arms. She knew he had to be a hunter but... well. She hadn't met him before. Squinting at him as if she were idly trying to place him.
Did it really matter? Tonight he was fireman. Fireman about to dance for them.
Are you happy too?
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 4:20 pm
"You DID bring u-"
Madison's delighted squee-in-progress cut off abruptly as she realized who, exactly, the 'mancandy' swung over Clarice's shoulder actually was: the guy that she'd punched in the pizza and kicked in the nuts.
... "Damaged goods," she said, clapping her hands over her mouth. Then she looked down and started texting furiously again.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 10:31 pm
With another friendly pat, Clarice finally unloaded Leon onto the bed, and looked down at him with satisfaction. Turning around to look at the other ladies, she gave them all a small leer, "Oh he's a fireman, not a stripper. He can just stay and eat some of that other cake, help himself to some snacks, and watch some Bond movies with us." She walked over to the drinks table, and opened a small cooler, "Maybe get a nice facial or manicure. Although..." she trailed off, turning back to Leon with a sly smile. In her hand was a bottle of Sam Adams, ice cold with beads of sweat dripping down the smooth curves of it's form, "Firemen who happen to be strippers do get the nicer tips."
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 10:38 pm
Drunk!Cass suddenly moved! Albeit while still having green stuff she couldn't place slathered all over her face, popping up to her feet to run over and jump onto the bed with her at-that-moment-favorite-big-brother-character.
"LEEEEOOOONNN!!!! DIDYOUCOMETOGETSOMECAKEEE??? I'LL GET YOU CAKE!!" she yelled, nearly right in the boxer's face, leaning over him dramatically in her big pink robe. Well, Clarice's big pink robe. But it was enormous with little Cass in it, grinning and red in the face.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 11:01 pm
This was approximately the time that Sasha passed out. Shock? Over-imbibing? Nonasplosion?
Hard to say. She started snoring loudly, though.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 12:55 pm
Ofelia was lost and confused, which wasn't hard to do to her considering everything was going on and she'd been distracted trying to read the ingredient list of whatever was in the face mask she'd put on Cass and herself. Half the words she didn't know what they were, let alone even think of being able to pronounce properly, and so she set it aside just in time to see someone being brought in.
Someone was squealing about strippers.
Ofelia wondered just what the hell was in that cake.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 6:21 pm
The fact that Clarice was nice enough not to throw Leon on the floor, it came off as nice to him. It wasn't at all like the semi springy mattress he had in his own quarters, but a nice, soft and dense material. Clarice knew how to live in style. Leon did no less but gawk eyed at everything in the room and let out an appreciate whistle. "Somebody's been living it up." he murmured to himself. after being on a island and the chance of death looming around every corner, it did make sense. Still damn girl, damn. And then he finally noticed the people in the room with him. the female members, in various types of clothing NOT suited for battle. This was the girls party.
Was it a sleepover, there were pajamas.
This was the girls party.
And bloody hell
he was the only guy here
Oh my
Gingersnaps. Boy was he thankful for wearing a cup just in case. At least she wasn't trying to make him strip, much to the various levels of dismay to the others. Sure boxing meant being in ring attire that left little to the imagination, but it wasn't as if he was taking the clothes off during the battle. If that was the case, the sport would have more of a female following. If most of the guys faces were still pretty after getting all bruised up that is. And then green eyes spotted it. The nice profile, the sleek form, and curved sides. He wanted it. right on his mouth he wanted it. and just put it into his mouth. That beer was begging for his touch. "You are devious Clarice." he said quietly, tense with his teeth gritted at the sight before him. tease tease what a tease. and suddenly there was an inebriated Cass there to kill the mood, thank you dear drunk!Cass. "Cake? how many slices have you had?" he said inquisitively, already concerned about the calories she ingested tonight.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 3:24 am
There was a heartbroken 'awwwwww!' from Candace as Clarice explained their new guest was not a stripper. Got her hopes u--oh s**t it was Leon yeah no he can keep his clothes on. Unless, y'know, he was hiding a good body. He did work out. But he was too much of an immature a*****e for her to really take him seriously okay? But..but...okay he did look good in that fireman unifor-- "Leon, why are you a fireman?" Where did he even get the uniform? She'd never seen...weird. Ohhh, Clarice! You tricky thing, you! Bribery was the best. Candace watched Leon with a grin, giggling at the way he seemed to get closer and closer to giving in to temptation. Oh yes, Leon. Have some beer and be their stripper. ...Damnit, Cass! "She's had a couple pieces but it's fine she's fine she'll sleep it off." Candace waved a hand dismissively. Cass wasn't throwing up, she wasn't passed out, she wasn't hurting herself; if she had been any of those things Candace would be more concerned, but the fact that the other Mist trainee was relatively okay just very strange meant all Candace had to do was keep an eye on her to make sure she stayed relatively okay. Though she suddenly heard snoring beside her that got her attention, turning to find Sasha had...passed out. Oh dear. "Aw, honey." Candace chuckled, petting the girl's hair and moving her so Sasha's head was on her lap.
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