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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 8:57 pm
Compatible personalities were a requirement for dating, and whatever might happen before the dawn of the new year, Peyton and Thompson would not be dating. "Oh, I dunno." It was said with a sigh, amusement rising up as careful smile crept along painted lips. "Sour grapes are still bright and firm and smooth, where as the sweetest on the vine have gone dull, lost their shine, begin to wrinkle." An arm snaked around her waist, and just for tonight the girl would tip her head back to rest curls against Thompson's shoulder. "But who really gives a s**t about grapes anyways?" Her words weren't quite slurring, but there was a soft edge to them that betrayed how much she'd been drinking. It was at that happy peek where delightful buzz threatened to spill into all out drunkenness, where every additional sip was a careful balancing act. Her free hand came to rest on her own hip, arm wrapped loosely around herself as she relaxed against the body beside her. Not a familiar one, lean and tall, and certainly good looking. She thought about asking if he'd been enjoying the party, but it would have been a hollow question. She didn't care, not really. There was no love lost between the two hunters standing off to the side of the dance floor. There was however hate, and hate was it's own form of firey passion. At least she would have that. That burning heat, rather then apathetic indifference. On a whim she uncoiled her arm from her body, reaching up to slide fingers along the back of his neck. A soft brush of fingertips along his nap and sliding up within artfully careless lengths of warm hair. The phone was ignored. She knew who he was texting.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 8:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 8:58 pm
Clerise didn't feel her phone vibrate, and laughed vibrantly as the text arrived-- eyes crinkled shut, hand over her mouth, shoulders shaking.
"Honey, I'm really glad you're holding on, that looks like a ride that'd make me feel sick afterwards. Like the spinny cuppy things at that park place we went to last spring."
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 8:59 pm
"Took you long enough." Ripley commented idly, but was smiling regardless. He had gotten used to seeing them together, and understood a long time ago that there wasn't any room for him there any longer. It had been painful at first and overwhelmingly so, but as time wore on it became easier, and eventually he learned to be happy for them and move on. Which was exactly what he was doing now; moving on. More importantly, he was enjoying himself.
"You're a mess." He replied to Finn, releasing Abbi to side on up to his now half-brother. Without an invitation he started fussing with Finn's attire, straightening his tie, smoothing out his lapel, re-folding his pocket handkerchief and, for good measure, tugging on the bottom hem of his jacket to straighten it all out.
"There. You're welcome." He said seriously, though he flashed a brief grin at Fini as if to say you're welcome, too. It disappeared entirely though, as Abbi was grabbing onto him again and demanding his attention. Not that he minded in the slightest, of course. Ripley gave an apologetic look to Fini as Abbi found a way to get them to head off, making a note of showing his Sister-in-law his cell phone. Meaning, of course, to text him if she needed anything. The offer didn't need to be extended to Finn; he knew very well that he'd be texting anyway. So he simply let himself get dragged off, happy to have a new years with a date for the first time in years. By a girl he had set his eyes on, no less.
"Angle?" The Hunter repeated innocently, wondering if his choice of words was going to have to speed things up. Apparently yes, that was exactly what it all meant. Her nonchalance was adorable, even moreso was her attempt at skirting the issue in her own, special little way. "It is. But I imagine it's the same for you." He was a man of few words after all, and some days it was a chore to get him to be specific or open past a few words. Today was a special occasion. "Or at least frustrating." He was still talking about his lack of...well, talking.
"But...I'd like to try and be more involved. With you. If you'll let me."
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 9:00 pm
-this dope is half-family already-If Robert could have grinned even harder, he would have been. Instead, his chest swelled up, and he reached out to grab Clerise in a bear crushing hug. He let out the most childish sound of happiness, followed immediately by an equally childish sound of horror - coming from his own daughter, who he almost smushed against Clerise. She'd been so quiet, he'd almost forgotten for a split second - but he reached down to gather his child up into his other arm, proud to successfully hold the two women in his life - it felt so good to even think that - up, one in each arm. "ENOUGH!" He barked out with a laugh. "IT'S COUNTDOWN AND WE'RE MISSING IT! WHAT ARE WE ON NOW - SIX! AND THEN UH.." Ramona slapped her father over the head. "FIVE, DADDY!" He laughed, bouncing her in his arms. She knew he was just toying with her. "That's my smart girl." He almost dropped Ramona when Jerry pulled on his arm, and there was a flicker of maddening anger in his eyes when he stared at the man. Putting Ramona in danger sent Robert into automatic rage, but she was fast and agile, and managed to hop out of Robert's arms and into Jerry's before he could do anything about it. "UNCLE JERRY DO THE DANCE WITH ME DO THE DANCE WITH ME!" She screamed, tugging him down to her level.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 9:08 pm
"Jesus shitting christ," Clerise wheezed, glad (and not for the first time) that she did not have to obey anyone's swear jar, at least, not until Leia got older. She squeezed him right back as soon as she got her arms free (by force), and between the two of them they probably could have crushed a car with the force of their hug.
She retreated back to the safety of her married couple, wiggling back between them, leaning in to whisper conspiratorially about how adorable these ******** all were.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 9:09 pm
"I guess I can wait." Percy paused to melodramatically sigh and lean his head on Quinn's shoulder, in the most practiced possible way - his head didn't quite rest against his boyfriend's arm, lest it ruffle his hair away from that perfectly tousled styling, and the pout he achieved by the time they reached the others was more fitting for a selfie than a party. He didn't greet them, because it was cooler to just let everyone come to you, even when those people were being incredibly rude. Approximately fourteen eyerolls later, he still didn't open his mouth to protest the insulting topic of conversation, opting instead to release Quinn's hand and let his fingers wander. They moved up his velvety sleeve, over his shoulder, across his back, and down...then down some more, until his palm found something especially grabbable. At which point he did. It was only natural. Quote: cry help so many idk who to tag
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 9:13 pm
ssBeejoux I am the typo queen. I can do anything. He hadn't expected her to be quite so forward, but he rolled with it, equal parts miffed at the lack of feeling like he'd won some kind of game and gratified that she wasn't going to pretend like she wasn't interested. He did, however, irritably shrug to dislodge her hands from his hair (the hollow gesture offensive to him; the kind of thing that suggested affection to him, or closeness, or anything he didn't have for her) as he finished what he was doing and re-pocketed his phone, glad to see, at a glance, that Clerise hadn't interrupted herself to read it. It could wait. It would wait. His attention refocused, he plucked the glass out of her hand, reached around her to rest it on some table littered with discarded appetizer plates and champagne flutes; his own followed a second afterwards. No preamble. No introduction. And certainly no faux gestures of fondness like she seemed so keen on doling out. A practical emptying of her hands, a tightening of his arm around her waist, that was it. They still had five seconds. No sense making her think he was rushing for it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 9:15 pm
"Hi Finn! Bye Finn!" The girl chirped with one arm raised into the air to wave at him, an exaggerated motion that made her half circle toward Ripley's back as she pushed and prodded him off just so she could throw Fini a kiss on her way out. A lot of the time it felt like intruding on something when the three of them were together, Abbi on the outside as she tried to wiggle her way in between someone only to find she had no place. Maybe that was why she was pulling Ripley away now, because she knew she could corner him and know that she would at least be a point on this strange analogy of a shape. Thankfully he was pretty patient and she bustled him over to what she deemed a corner, though it was more like where two scavenged and now empty tables sat together and no one really bothered to linger around. Except for them, of course. "Yeah! Yanno, angle! The whole... Point of interest, what you're heading for, your scope, if you will." When Ripley didn't want to talk, Abbi was happy to fill in the gaps. As she did just then, one hand snaking down his arm to press her fingertips to the palm of his hand, a small hope he would initiate more. "You? Exhausting me? Pssshaaa! Hardly!" The girl jumped into the air once and grinned at him, wiggling her hips to swish the dress despite the cheering around them. She was getting giddy and though she knew it would be bad if she gambled poorly, Abbi couldn't help but feel confident this was going in the right direction. After all, she'd hit all the right heart events, right? "You don't talk a lot but its because you're the strong silent type and that's so hot-- I MEAN-- Its like-- Really cool and awesome and-- You're calm and collected and cool and I don't mind that you don't talk a lot! I can talk for both of us!" Her other hand was flying through the air, going crazy with swooping dives of her fingers only to zigzag back up for a hearty wiggle. When he mentioned frustrating she wanted to rebuke him, but stopped, going mostly still to listen to what else he had to say. A few blinks of blue eyes should have been answer enough, but in a quiet, touched voice the girl replied, "Of course! Only if you'll let me be... More involved too... And in the... More than good friends way?" Specifically in the way that would make her mother fret terribly and give her frowns but eventually forgive her over once she saw how happy Abbi was.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 9:25 pm
Amusement bubbled in in a soft chuckle as he bumped her hand from where it had come to rest at the back of his head. Distracting her as he put the phone away and reached for her drink. Only realizing her hand was empty as he leaned around to set her glass, and his, on a table to their side. Then his arms were tightening around her, and instead of leaning into his side she lay her hands against his chest, fingertips tracing the trim of his coat. She could have made a game of it all, pretend she was repulsed by his touch, but what would have been the point? He was a attractive, despite the scars, or in spite of them. Even with his biting insults, the pricks and the prods he aimed at her at every turn. Ceaseless attempts to yank her chain. He had an ugly personality, but the exterior was just fine. It wasn't as if she could talk. Her own insides weer every bit as dark. Damaged and broken and possibly rotten. She knew it. But what she saw when she looked in the mirror was still pretty. So why not indulge a little? Step outside that familiar territory of shallow shells or easy prey.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 9:27 pm
"The baseball is for after," Edith shoved him a bit, palm firm against his chest as she sidled a bit closer, "...and I expect you to be there for it, John."
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 9:34 pm
With the time running out, Jerry was out of options. At least Ramona knew how to keep up! "Alright! Alright!" He set her down, shooting Robert a dirty look and a wink as he quickly ran a few comical dance steps for the girl, keeping his hand in her's to twirl her around. "Last dance of the year!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 9:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 9:43 pm
"Okay, Boss." Ripley drawled almost sarcastically at her attempts at interrogation, chuckling lightly at her use of if you will. For some reason, he found it completely adorable to hear such a thing...but maybe it was just Abbi as a whole, not really the words specifically.
She pressed her fingers against his palm, and he took the hint without even looking down at their hands; his slid forward, linking their fingers as if they had done so countless times before. By then she was chattering away, and he was content to listen to her outrageous accusations. "Distant and cold, you mean." He corrected, reflecting negativity on himself way too easy. "You can indeed." He added, his voice soft. She could talk enough for the two of them, and was already starting to know him way too well. Perhaps it was her friendship with his sister that was the cause of it all, but honestly? He wouldn't have it any other way.
"Yes, that's what I mean. More than friends, like -" He felt the need to clarify, however awkwardly. "- you should date me." Awkward was the only way to describe it. Since his first big break up, he had asked people out before, but none of them were as serious to him as this was. Between that and her natural ability to knock him off guard, he was doomed. Completely doomed. "- Even though I'm a workaholic." He was a Hunter after all, and went on missions and did pretty much everything that was asked of a Death Hunter. "I hope you knew that before now." That was also something important to add, he thought.
Hopefully he wasn't failing too hard at this.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 10:07 pm
Seeing him smile and laugh was making her dopey to the point of enacting a stupid laugh, a little high pitched thing that showcased exactly how happy she felt but seemed a little stupid in its honesty. But he was leaning closer a second later, her free hand leaving the safety of open air to find the upward slant on one shoulder, fingers curling in for a bit of steadiness. Man, suits were super nice. Whoever invented suits should get a medal or-- "Like an award of some kind because wow, A+ for suit maker--" Oh glob she'd said all that out loud. A squeak cut off her words and she squeezed the hand in her own, darting her gaze down to her own hand curled against his chest. Gosh, this was way more exciting and fantastic than she had expected. Not only did her heart feel like it was about to explode, there was all this counting going on in the background, a perfect setting for a perfect ending scene. "Don't say things like that!" Abbi admonished with a gentle swat of her fist against his chest, her frown turning quickly into a smile. "You're not cold at all! Very warm, actually." Maybe it had been her relationship with Ceres that had brought them here, after all the younger girl had initially been scared off by her friend's protectiveness of her brother, of which Abbi couldn't blame her, but in the end it had made it all... Better. More worth it, she felt, as she smiled up at him in the crescendo to the new year. Ripley's pronouncement of dating had her turning all the redder, one quick look away before she peeked back up at him between orange bangs streaked with pink to match her cheeks. "I should date you." This wasn't rhetorical, spoken more like someone dawning on something that's always been but they just realized now. "I think... I think I can handle you being a workaholic... Besides, everyone in Death loves me so they don't mind I come visit lots!" She already had barged in a number of times, had even made a friend or two in the division. And it wasn't as though being over the top in her demands for attention was something the girl felt any guilt over, because really, she was perfectly fine with dragging him away whenever she saw fit. "I did know that," Abbi tells him in a whisper, going up on tip toe because that feels right. "...But I don't mind. Its very admirable. Totally cool."
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