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One thought and one thought only dominated Will's mind at the moment. Maybe asking her to dance wasn't such a good idea....

It wasn't that he wasn't enjoying it, it was the fact that he was enjoying it a little too much. Face nestled in the side of her neck, he could feel her pulse throbbing with life, he could smell just how good she smelled, a truly intoxicating scent. As if that wasn't enough, she was doing everything she could to make him... agitated. Will had to bite down on his lip to keep from gasping out loud when she ran her hand along his leg, and by the time she'd moved on to give his butt a firm squeeze his pants were somewhat tighter. Will fingered the cross around his neck and glanced up towards the ceiling as she encircled his neck with her arms and moved her body against his. Dear God in Heaven, why must you test me so Lord?! Must... Resist... Temptation... Fight through the intoxication, maintain control. Haven't had this good a time in.... what? Has it been six, seven, eight years since I last had a lover? Certainly haven't had one since I became a Hunter. She feels soooo good.... NO! Naughty thoughts, naughty thoughts! Steer clear, pull up, red alert, danger Will Robinson! You're the Hunter leader, you're the responsible one here. You will NOT ask this woman if she'd like to swing by your room. She is drunk, and you will not take advantage of her. Are we clear on that, we are not going to try and get her in the sack, at least not tonight.... BAD THOUGHTS!!! BAD THOUGHTS!!!! MEDITATE MAN!!! CONTROL, CONTROL!!! Think of un-sexy things, like thirty year old male Sailor Moon cosplayers, d**k Cheney in a bikini bottom, a sumo wrestler working as a Chippenale's dancer, that hairball that Hunter's cat hacked up last week.... There you go, you're calming down, that's good, just don't think of how soft Dee's skin feels, how she moves against you, how every curve seems perfectly fitted to mold to your body... Oh crap, I thought about it. Sigh, so much for control.

Will leaned against her and pressed his mouth to her ear, whispering into it but allowing his instincts enough leeway that he skirted his tongue lightly around the outer edge of her ear, his voice husky with want. "Ya know Dee, they say that dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire. I can certainly see that as being the case right now, so consider this my first order to you as Hunter leader; do NOT allow me to invite you to my room later, ok? I don't know about you, but I've never been much of a fan of casual sex, and I know that right now we're both drunk and would regret anything we did in the morning. So let me get one of the female Hunters to take you down to the women's barracks so that you can take some time to sleep off your intoxication, and I'll go take several long, cold, icy showers. Alright?"

Closing his eyes, Will muttered under his breath, although she might have heard it since his mouth was still right next to her ear. "God, I hate being the responsible, noble, moral one sometimes."

Deidre grinned as he spoke. He was so cute, like that. "Alright, I suppose," she said, turning around, "But I get to do this."

Before Will could offer any sort of argument, she grabbed the back of his head and pushed their lips together. She didn't even attempt to be subtle about it...she pushed his lips open with her tongue and allowed it to wander around his mouth a little. She allowed herself a good taste (and made sure he got one too), before letting go of his head and withdrawing, allowing her lips to linger on his for just the slightest moment.

"Okay," she grinned, "I'm ready to be escorted to the barracks now."

Cady wanters into the club again, and finds a way to the bar where he sits down. He puts the note he'd got through the post about the 'Lunite War' on the tabletop and looks at it.

"not a real bloody war."

he says to himself, before ordering himself a brandy.

Skiaska handed the man his brandy, but ignored him as she drank down another vodka. Her head was starting to ache, but that was ignored as well. After about the fifth vodka, she was ready to die."Ugh..." Her stomach lurched, but she controlled the urge to vomit. Grabbing a bottle of sake from under the counter, she headed back to her new home.

Krii'Ouse had returned from his 'stroll' just in time to see William on the dance floor, getting some tongue. 'Damn... I'm jealous,' he thought to himself. 'Well... I think I'll see what's going down... down there...' he said. He headed to the storage room, and climbed down the ladder. 'It's me, Krii'Ouse.' he said non chalantly, and the doors were opened.

Skiaska didn't notice the much thinned crowd. Or Alex vomiting on the floor. She was enjoying leaning on Krii'Ouse too much. Finally, her trance broken and she dighed in annoyance. As the new bartender, she was also 'clean-up'. Apologizing to Krii'Ouse, she walked into an open room behind the bar counter and grabbed amop and such.

Cleaning up the vomit, handing Alex a bucket, and taking him to Gail ruined the mode. Until she saw Krii'Ouse again, she was a little annoyed. Then, she headed over. Making a shirley temple for herslef and grabbing a bottle of root beer for Krii'Ouse, she sat next to him and sipped at the sweet liquid. Stealing aglance at him every now and then, she blushed just a tad at the urge to kiss him.

Skiaska blinked a few times before smiling softly. "That obvious, huh?" On a sudden impulse, she stuck her finger between where the cowl was tying itslef, stopping the process. Smirking inwardly at Krii'Ouse's confusion for a moment, the cowl fell onto his lap. This time, it was Skiaska's turn to pull them closer. Pressing her lips to his, she slid her arms around his waist. Pulling away, her smirk was now visable. "I don't mind one bit."