Rep was stung deeply by being pushed back and away, not really realizing what he had said until after he had said it. The game was indeed over, and suddenly too. He hung back, gathering his jangling emotions together enough that he wouldn't sound fragile or vulnerable when he spoke.
The empty room was a relief at least and he exhaled, but still kept his distance, starkly different to the dramatics of mere moments before.
The next room after had yet another torture rack in it. He didn't even comment this time.
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 12:48 pm
Something about flaming mutant flies registered in her mind, but not enough for the trainee to comprehend what it meant. She was still pouting at having lost her drink (again) and the fact she was sticky and covered with alcohol because Jack you were an a*****e!
And then Finn was bringing more drinks and Fini snatched one up, not giving anyone the chance to steal it as she upended the cup. There was a little coughing after, the feel of the whiskey - that was whiskey, right?! - warming its way through her system quite pleasant. Oh hey when had they gotten over to this corner? Fini glanced around curiously, but her attention was stolen by her man. Who pulled her in close and lips pressed against her head.
She just giggled. "I don't think so~" She purred, torn between snuggling into his side and worrying about getting his hoodie sticky. There was a reason she didn't want to do that, right?
"But I doubt being bathed in alcohol is sexy." Fini added, frowning. "I don't wanna get your hoodie dirty!"
Except he was whispering lower, voice making her spine tingle. Private party? In his room? Fini shivered, working to shove through the pleasant fog that had shrouded her mind. She found herself wrapping her arms around him and fitting herself quite comfortably into his side as he squeezed her against him. "Mmm... that sounds really nice. And don't let me drink anymore." Because as nice as the effects could be, she wanted to enjoy Finn's company more.
Fini peeked around Finn's arm towards Abbi and Ripley. "Think they can survive without us?" They really looked rather adorable together over there.
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 6:57 pm
Ripley wasn't sure what had happened, but he understood something about bugs, and fire, and he certainly didn't want to be here for too much longer. He snapped out of his thoughts and his crowd-searching just in time to see Abbi finishing off a drink. That sneak!
"...Hey!" He frowned, snatching the glass from her hand. "Who told you that was okay?" He had an idea though, and he looked up to both find and send a glare in Finn - but mostly Fini's - direction. Terrible Influence. She was what, sixteen? Seventeen? Way under the legal age for Canadians, nevermind Americans! Besides, what happened if they were sent to that desert again? She couldn't handle bugs under the influence! Well, whatever. It happened, now it was time to make it stop happening and leave before the bugs came back.
"Come on, I bet you haven't eaten lately either." He added with a sigh, dropping his glare for now. He took her arm and then a step forward, urging her to come with him. "Let's get you home and fed." Maybe not in that order, though.
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