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Angharad shifted slightly, feeling more upset at the turn the conversation had taken. She'd obviously made him uncofrtable, and he'd been heere for an even shorter time than she had.. she'd put her foot in it again. She stared at the floor and kicked her feet idly for a second, before jumping the few inches down decisively. Straightening up, she grinned awkwardly, smile not hard to tell as slightly forced.
"It'll come when it does, and I'm going to try not to think about it," she said resolutely, face becoming a little set. "In the meantime.. I probably should go and investigate this supply place, in the hope that I can get some stuff before tomorrow." She tilted her head, and offered a more hesitant smile. "If you wanna come with, you're more than welcome, but nevertheless.. thanks for being some company." She rested a hand on the doorframe for a moment, hanging in the doorway before slowly stepping out, head down and figure curled in on herself.

Antoinette Devereux

The alcohol in her duplex had run dry and Antony was in a drinking mood, so it didn't take long for her to meander her way down to the Beach Bar to not only restock, but to stock herself a bit too.

She could never say no to some Grey Goose.

Sitting in her usual low-riding jeans and a dark tank top, the tattooed woman was perched on a bar stool and nursing her first shot glass of vodka. The night had only begun.

Alec Derring

It was a cool night and Alec felt like wandering again, leaving his duplex to shuffle through the jungle towards the beach. He remembered seeing something similar to a hut dotting the beachside the day he'd met Amaya, wondering idly if it would attract activity at night.

Sure enough as the irishman approached the bar, he noticed a figure sitting by their lonesome. Further pbservation proved it was Antony, the girl he'd met in the jungle a day or two before. "Aye." He chirped and slipped onto a stool, offering her a grin as he watched her down some vodka, clearly starting the party early.

Antoinette Devereux

Antony's tails flicked at Alec's approach, taking the shot down as he sat on the stool next to her. His accent gave away his identity immediately, and she reached over to where her pack of cigarettes and lighter were stationed on the bar counter next to her. "Good evening," she said sharply, shaking out a smoke before putting it to her lips and lighting it up.

The drag was much more satisfying with the alcohol, and after she glanced over to the punkster, she poured herself another shot. "Going to take me up on that drinking offer?"

Alec Derring

Alec slumped against the bar countertop, holding the side of his face up in the palm of his hand as he watched her down a shot. It seemed he thought over the decision for merely a moment. Uprighting himself, he drummed his hands on the counter as her inhaled sharply. "Hit meh." He glanced over to what she was drinking, not recognizing the label and not really caring.

Antoinette Devereux

Antony gave him a wry grin, but simply set the smoke on a nearby ash tray before grunting and pulling herself over the bartop. With her tails in the air, she rummaged shortly for a second glass, sliding back and setting the glass next to hers. The smoke was returned to her lips soon after both drinks were poured. "Vodka," she explained when didn't mention what he wanted, sliding the liqour over in front of him. "You have an accent. Where are you from?" She had yet to reach the pleasant stupor that alcohol often brought her, and her blunt question proved that.

Alec Derring

Alec didn't wait until the glass was fully slid in his direction before he snatched it up, dumping the contents down his throat. These last few days were catching up to him, creeping up slowly to saturate his thoughts. He was tired beyond compare and the future didn't seem any easier to understand.

"Ireland." He answered clearly though he coughed slightly from the burning sensation of the vodka hitting his dry throat. "Belfast area. Ye' eveh been?"

Antoinette Devereux

"This, ironically... Is my first time out of the States," she murmured spitefully, taking her shot much more smoothly than he had. The burn was expected and even welcomed. It had been a long, Jamal-less week, and thus, not only was she frustrated sexually, part of her was still irritated from her run in with Billy. "Though I would have loved it, I have a thing for accents." Yep, she would have 'loved' herself all over Ireland.

Alec Derring

Alec nodded, reaching over to pour himself another shot for a successive go. "Ye?" He wasn't sure if she was comfortable talking about where she came from, but as usual his curiousity was overbearing. His mind was sidetracked when she made her last comment, unable to contain another grin. The vodka was making him giddy. "Is tha' so?" He smirked and downed another shot.

Antoinette Devereux

"I'm from Maryland," she stated, holding off on another shot due to the fact she had been drinking prior to his arrival. His second question caused a throaty chuckle to escape from her lips before taking a much longed for drag of her smoke. "Quite so," the tattooed woman confirmed, glancing over to him. Maybe that's why she kept 'forgiving' Billy in the long run. It made sense; she was kind of the exchange student 'groupie' back in college.

Alec Derring

Alec paid no attention to the fact that Antony had held off in her next round, hungrily going for another in an attempt to drown his inner turmoil for at least a night. "Maryland, a' think a' have a cousin there..." He murmured quietly, looking a little forlorn for a moment. "A' met a few people 'ere t'day." He tried to bring his own mood up, reaching for the bottle itself and offering it to the dark-haired girl. "What d'ye do f'fun?"

Antoinette Devereux

Antony didn't think long before accepting the bottle offered and pouring herself another shot. Not like she'd object to the 'worst' happening betwen two drunk people. "Well," she drawled out, tossing the vodka down her throat with a faint, satisfied chitter, "I surf, draw, and ********... Oh, and sometimes there's a movie or something between all that." A sloppy hand motion went along with the last part of her statement, and she turned to face him, pulling another puff from the cig as she leaned against the counter.

Alec Derring

Alec burst out laughing, finding her description of her island "activities" a lot more amusing than he probably should've. "Keeps ye fit?" The teen continued to chortle, absent-mindedly pouring himself more vodka. The feeling of euphoria was doing it's job, sapping away any bitter memory and replacing it with the relaxation of a playful conversation.

"A' betcha quite good at 'i too." He smirked and added without really thinking about what particular talent he was referring to, slumping his weight onto the counter of the bar as the drinks clearly went to his head.

Antoinette Devereux

She grinned, raising her hands to motion to herself, as if that alone proved how 'fit' she actually was. Not that she had ever been modest sober, but with quite the amount of alcohol providing warmth to her entire body, brain included, Antony was quite cocky about her attractiveness. Among other things.

"I'm not just good... 'M ******** amazing," she countered, snuffing the smoke out in the ash tray, expression one of sheer confidence mixed with an utter evil look.

Alec Derring

Alec smirked, reaching for the bottle once again. "A' bet." He laughed all of a sudden, rocking on his stool before finding the counter to hold onto. "A' got nuthin' to boast about, sorreh." He shook his spikey head and drank up, the bubbly-happy feeling now a solid hold on his thought processes. "Nothin' impressive anyways." He chuckled to himself.

Antoinette Devereux

She cocked an eyebrow and tilted her head in the other direction, "A virgin eh?" The question of age, thanks to the alcohol, didn't even come into her mind, and so she remained blissfully ignorant. "That could change ya know." It was a muddled offer, but an offer nonetheless, the warmth tingling through her blurred senses getting to her.

Alec Derring

Alec snorted and tried to contain another laugh, a nervous reaction to his embarassment. He never mentioned his virginity to anyone, testosterone wars being one of the many reasons he dropped out of school for good. "Ah' c'mon." The teen chuckled, trying to deflect the attention from himself. "What'd y'mean?" He raised a studded eyebrow, blissfully unaware of the rather straight-forward comment she had made.

Antoinette Devereux

Antony knew she had been right when she guessed his experience level when he looked embarrassed and tried to play it off. The question that followed caused her to simply grin for a moment as she poured herself another drink, throwing it back quickly while watching him still. Once the glass was set back down, she crooked a finger and motioned him over, "C'mere."

Alec Derring

Alec stiffened in his seat, expression dumbing down as he watched Antony's movements. He had no idea what was going on, judgement well beyond under control at that point. "Hu?" He looked around stupidly like she was talking to some invisible guy over his shoulder.

He shrugged it off. She was hot, he had to admit it. And right now, she was the hottest thing he could ever fathom. Slowly enough, he rose unsteadily from his seat and shifted himself towards her without a second thought.

Antoinette Devereux

She watched him with a sort of hunger as he rose, even if he was nervous, Antony was inebriated enough to not care. In fact, she had been with her share of virgins, and they weren't so bad, especially with her as a 'coach' persay. The tattooed woman stood, hooking a finger around a belt loop and pulling him against her.

"Let me teach you," she whispered huskily before leaning up and capturing his lips in her own, tugging him closer as if to say 'follow your instincts.'

Alec Derring

Alec didn't waste any time, hesitating for less than a split-second before ensnaring her in a rough embrace, fingers playing down the back of her low-riders. The kiss was nothing but fuel for the fire as hands began to wander, unthinkably acting on feelings and intoxicated judgement.

Antoinette Devereux

The roughness only seemed to encourage her as well, a low groan slipping from her lips at his wandering hands. She pressed her figure into him, moving her free hand to the back of his neck to pull him even deeper into the kiss.

Alec Derring

He was beginning to 'get the hang of it' in a sense, instinctively acting on impulse as he blindly worked on the zipper of her pants, the hem of her shirt. With little regard for their surroundings or situation, he continued on without skipping a beat.

Antoinette Devereux

Antony finally pulled back for air when she felt his hands fumbling with her clothes, realization of their surroundings dawning on her. "Your duplex," she breathed, looking up at him for a moment before it dawned on her that they'd need to smoke afterwards. The pack and lighter were shoved into her cleavage as she pushed him in the direction of the duplexes. He could wait another five or so minutes.

Alec Derring

Alec nodded without the ability to formulate actual words, stumbling through the sand and soon the dirt with as much coordination as a teen in a drunken stupor could possibly have. It didn't help his boots were twice his size and fill with sand, but the punk teen managed to slow his pace enough to fumble for his keys to unlock the door.

Antoinette Devereux

Antony managed to lead him there most of the way, letting her hands wander to grope him while he searched for his keys. There were things to do, and people... to do!

Alec Derring

Alec finally opened the door and immediated turned about to direct his attention back to Antony, groping for her like she was life support. He continued backing into the room as he dragged her inside, letting the door slam loudly as his hands were otherwise preoccupied.

Antoinette Devereux

Intoxicated or not, if he did something she didn't like, her hands moved to correct his 'technique.' Her lips found his again, and since he couldn't see where they were going, she attempted to direct him towards the bed, generally at least.

cont'd...

When he pulled off his shirt, she took the chance to tug off her own tank, tossing it carelessly over her shoulder before stepping into him, hands wandering the newly exposed flesh. He was a bit skinnier than she usually went after, but that wasn't important to her now. She purred before pressing her lips against his again, stumbling over gods know what during their small trek to the bed. Once they hit said piece of furniture, she broke the sloppy lip-lock to trail kisses along the crook of his neck, his chest, and then further downward till she met clothing again. "Need to come off," she grunted, glancing up at him with her changed, almost feral, eyes.

Next morning

Light caused her to stir with a groan, feeling the warmth of another person's skin pressed against her own. Slightly groggy, Antony decided to try and keep sleeping, not at all startled by the presence of what she hoped was a man in bed with her. She shifted somewhat, leaning more into him and becoming more comfortable.

The curse caught her attention, and she blinked her eyes open, letting her hand slide along his stomach before tightening the hold she had on him. With everything not really registering about what happened last night, she figured he had simply gotten his morning wood and was ready for more. Antony yawned, closing her eyes again before simply asking him outright, voice sluggish, "Up for more already?"

Antony shrugged, yawning again before pushing herself into a sitting positiong. Her headache wasn't nearly as bad as his probably was, due to both her tolerance and the weight difference between them. A glance to the clock caused her to groan, and after throwing off the covers, she stood and ambled towards the shower in a stupor.

It wasn't long before warm water was running over her face and clearing her thoughts for the first time. He was welcome to join her, and she had left the door to the bathroom open.

It wasn't long before the shower had turned off and she was drying herself off with a towel, wrapping it around her before stumbling (with a bit more grace than before) back into the bedroom. She tilted her head and lazily looked around the messy duplex, playing Where's Waldo with her clothing. When she couldn't find it, the tattooed woman simply moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

"If you're going to puke, don't do it on me or my clothes," she mumbled, glancing back at him with small smile, which disappeared as soon as she got a better look at him. It was the kid.

The kid.

The nagging voice in the back of her mind finally made itself known, and she swallowed, "How... How old are you?"

Her eyes went wide, and she made a pained gasping noise when she attempted to breathe. He wasn't legal. He was jailbait! She had just committed statutory rape for ******** sake!

It took her a while before she could even breathe well enough to speak again, "I'm... Ten years..." Trailing off, she ran a hand through her wet hair before standing up to pace the messy room, suddenly quite sober. "27," She finally uttered, voice strained.

Suddenly, she felt really damn old. Now what was she going to do?