A lazy grin split Anna's mouth and she chuckled. Well well... they seemed entertaining. She gave a wink to the person behind the bar, and hefted the handle of Fireball off the counter. Hey, she couldn't wallflower this whole party! It was a party after all! If only Zev was here... he'd be shaking his head at her, most likely. Or trying to make out with the girls. It was a toss up really.
"Oi! Anyone want to help tackle this handle of Fireball? I just don't think I can do it myself!" she called to the group as she neared, holding up the handle with one hand. Green eyes looked over the group, eyeing the guys up and down like they were food. A few of the girls were cute too, even. Well wasn't this her lucky day, mm? She grinned, waggling her eyebrows.
"I mean, I'll do it myself if I absolutely must..." Anna shrugged, a silent challenge hanging in the air. Now who would take her up on it, hmm?
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He seized one of the drinks upon offer, considered sipping it, and then snorted out of shock, surprise, and amusement. Inwardly he thanked himself for hesitating that extra second, else he would repeat the incident at Ida. Alcohol did not funnel well through the nasal cavity.
As her comments steered more toward the extreme, it caused his heart to race. Covertly Isaiah adjusted his pants while he walked, using the one hand that still remained in the pocket of his mesh jacket. Fishnet proved impossible to hide in, though, so he only hoped that few would take notice of it. "Yes, of course, those fun little drinks." Goddamn drink names, those are only fun when I'm already halfway to trashed. "I'd never turn you down for a b*****b, Nadia. It just saddens me to think that it's a delicious substitute for the real thing. Still good for drinking yourself into a stupor, though.
"Alcohol seems to take care of a lot of problems," he added under his breath.
Biological problems, of course.
Finally Isaiah took a drink when he deemed it safe to do so, and he could taste the peach and cranberry right off. It tasted a little heavy on the vodka - strong, he imagined, and deceptively so. Years of ruining his liver informed him of that estimate, and for a moment Isaiah glanced toward Nadia with a question on the tip of his tongue. thinking better of it, he fell into step quietly. He imagined that Nadia wouldn't have looked over the caloric content of the drinks she mixed, and if she did, then doing the math on it or even remembering it might be asking too much of someone not nearly so regimented as he. Today would have to be a cheat day.
Following her gesticulation, Isaiah spotted the indicated man. "The one with the particularly shitty posture?" He asked with lips still pressed to the rim of his glass. "Cute. He looks ********. Not terribly confident, though. What do you see in him?" In Isaiah's unique brand of english, he simply asked how can I look like a better choice than him.
A minor distraction came when a tall, notably busty brunette inquired about one of many favored types of whiskey, and Isaiah perked in her direction. "Well. We could meet your boyfriend or get incredibly shitfaced and then meet your boyfriend. I vote the latter, and it counts for two, so you're outvoted already, my dear."
Nadia couldn't help but throw her hair over her shoulder, letting the black locks fall over the tanned skin. She was, unlike her companion, completely comfortable in the bikini with no adjustments of any sort needed. Though she didn't notice his. She now had a free hand to wave to her little friend group.
"Yes, those fun little drinks." She sighed happily at him, "I'll be sure to give you one later." The drink of course, "For all the blow jobs that we will never share anyways." She said it with light airy teasing. "And perhaps if you get plastered, Andrew, you won't even have to worry about it."
She didn't seemed phased by the heavier amount of alcohol in her glass, because she had been raised on vodka. Her smile remained, she showed no sign of disgust or shudder at it. It was, she thought, like water.
"Yes." She smiled, because in Isaiah's words, even a bit harsher, didn't make them not true. Lorne didn't have the confidence yet, and he was working on it. He was, to her, a lot like a bud that was waiting to bloom. He'd make his mark soon, and they'd remember him as more then just that nervous cinnamon bun who was painfully awkward.
"A lot." She sipped her drink, not sure how to fully explain. "He keeps me wanting." She looked over at Isaiah and tilted her head back, "And surprises me all the time. It's never boring." That was most of it, but then ran much deeper. There was, she thought, a bond they had through time and tragedy and both lives. Tie it with Colin and it was a neat little package.
But Andrew's attentions were drawn away and she was smiling as a fireball of her own joined them. She could hardly turn down drinking, now that she was doing it, and pretty company was always invited.
"You're welcome to join us gorgeous." Nadia tilted her glass up but made a look at Auguste in their group. He could drink, but she'd be driving them home. She'd have to make sure he didn't get TOO crazy.
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"Never, you say. So harsh." Isaiah feigned a pout. "And I won't be worrying about anything when I'm plastered. Trust me."
When Nadia dipped into explaining her attraction to her boyfriend, he initially listened with a haughtiness that he already considered himself superior to the boy. But as she progressed, that assertive confidence eroded into a few painstaking reminders of a relationship he lost. He keeps me wanting, she said, and surprises me all the time.
And here we are again, dwelling on Sidney James. How easy it is to kick myself for all the long months passed when no one would bother saying either of those things about me. The last time I was interesting... It must've been March of last year. The Ides of March, I remember saying. I think I nodded off into a copy of Julius Caesar. His gaze drew from the brunette to Lorne momentarily to facilitate a harsh comparison. When sober, I'm boring. But a firecracker like Nadia could gravitate toward an introverted creature like him. It's too easy to consider myself less.
Too easy to go back to the very thing that set me on the path to 'knighthood'.
Finally he came back to reality and spared Nadia a halfhearted smile as an apology for his mental wanderings. Turning his attention back to the busty brunette raised his spirits somewhat, as did the alcohol that he imbibed at a steady rate. Mixing liquors never resulted in good nights, but his intentions slowly shifted from a fun and easy buzz to brandishing his middle finger at sobriety. Fireball whiskey proved too difficult to turn down.
After momentary mental preparation, Isaiah drank down the remainder of his glass and felt the alcohol slowly inflaming his throat. It burned, but he wouldn't feel it in twenty. "Okay. Good enough. Two hot girls, and a hot boy to meet. You should introduce us, Nadia, and we'll see if this one will introduce us to herself and her girls."
He cupped his free hand to the side of his mouth to direct a shout. "Hey! Tell me you named them!" Isaiah hoped she understood what he meant.
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Oh she liked these two.
Anna grinned, pouring whiskey into each of the glasses offered to her. The busty brunette then took a swig straight from the bottle, feeling it set her insides on fire. Glorious, glorious burn. The cinnamon flavor added an extra kick, and if she'd even been slightly asleep, she'd be awake now. Warmth spread through her skin as a grin crept up on her face.
"Ah the only guy you'd have to contend with is my brother, and last I checked the whelp isn't here," she said, winking at Isaiah. She flashed Nadia a grin, glancing between the two for a moment.
"Anna, though you can call me whatever you want," said the girl with the Fireball whiskey. "As for the girls, well they've no names but definitely would want to meet you."
She didn't specify who though.
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She accepted his explanation of his skill level with a thoughtful nod, seemingly pleased enough. He could be being humble, ready to surprise her with some killer moves if she was dumb enough to go easy on him (not that 'go easy' was a part of Aitana's vocabulary or philosophy). But even if he was accurate, it still sounded fun enough. If he could volley a few balls back and not totally get flattened that was still more fun then playing against someone inexperienced. "Yes, I love competition." It was, perhaps, the understatement of the year. "We have some fun."
Catching the ball, she shifted on her feet to wait as he glanced at his phone, not seeming particularly bothered by the intrusion. People were always on their phones now a days, as long as he didn't stop a game mid-serve to check it she could care less.
"Aitana." The Brazilian returned the greeting and introduction, but didn't linger there long, balancing the ball on her fingertips. "You want me serving first? Or you?"
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"You think?" She laughed softly, stealing another short glance over her shoulder. "I like it too." That was why she'd chosen it, after all. Although if she'd actually heard it shortened to something as edgy as 'Demona', she probably would have loved it. Maybe she even would have claimed it as her own. As it was, 'Des' would have to do.
Either way, Desdemona played it up, making all sorts of contented sounds like he'd just scratched an itch she couldn't quite reach, giggling here and there when his fingertips edged a little too close to her ribs. "Easy there Pacman, that tickles, " she teased, her eyes shut and enjoying the sensation of the sun on her face and his hands on her back. It really was nice. Like a massage.
'Good with his hands', she stole a glance back at him and giggled, flashing him a playfully coy little smile. "Are you? I'd love to see, " and she winked at him, only half-aware of her own play on words. "After this, play me something - I don't know a lot of music though, so you'll have to tell me all about it, okay?"
People did love being asked about what they were passionate about. Didn't they?
She made another pleased little sound as his hands went lower. "Yes, " she answered without hesitation; a blatant lie, and it wasn't one that'd worked for her before. But hey, he seemed sweet and gullible enough. "Do you?"
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A lot of things were happening at once, really - first of all, there was Colin leaving a fleeting, friendly peck on his lips; Lorne assumed it was so he didn't feel 'left out' and he knew it meant nothing, but it didn't stop him from turning at least five interesting shades of red and stumbling over his words. (You'd think he'd come to expect that after a point, really, but...)
Then, when it came to Kyle - "Absolument pas. Il a été trop long, je vous dois tant de câlins, " he declared, only to have the tables turned on him moments later. Still, he laughed as his cousin pulled him down to his level, wiggling and twisting to try and dance away the awesome power of Kyle's noogie. "Alright, alright! I admit defeat!" he declared, but slung a warm arm around his cousin's shoulders to tug him closer in a half-hug, his yellow eyes bright with adoration. "Je vous ai manqué, " he said more quietly, more in his typical way, although every word dripped of unabashed adoration. "I hadn't expected you for weeks yet. How long have you -- ?"
As though remembering himself, he looked up in time to see Nadia and another man drawing closer. There were other people too, but he'd been half-aware of the dark haired man in particular - it seemed Nadia knew him. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he might have seen them looking in their direction. Beyond that, he was completely in the dark. "Nadia, I - "
Remember yourself, Lorne. Be courteous. He paused a moment to spare the strangers, tilting his head to them in polite regards, trying hard not to let his usual nerves get the better of him. He was surrounded by friends, after all. There was nothing to be anxious about. Lorne even managed to smile, cheeks flushed with delight over his cousin rather than embarrassment for a change. "Hello there."
- well, the girl made a comment about the girls and that didn't really help - but he tried very hard not to let it phase him, simply coughing and clutching his poor innocent cousin's shoulder a little more tightly. "Everyone, this is Kyle - my cousin, " and he looked at Nadia most especially, rather apologetically because he'd finally mentioned his cousin was coming yes, and that eventually he'd be living with him, but if he hadn't been expecting Kyle so soon then she definitely hadn't, and this was the first of either of each other's families they were meeting, and it was in swimsuits by a river bed with the scent of alcohol heavy in the air.
Colin had given Lorne a quick kiss for several reasons...one of which might have been to mess with Kyle a bit. Another was because it always made his friend react in the most charmingly adorable ways and Colin was a sucker for gentle teasing. He'd just been careful of the lovely little cat in his arms, not wanting to squish her even on accident.
"Hey Kyle, guys, nice to meet everyone. I'm Colin and this sweet lady is Ash." Because why wouldn't he introduce himself - and Ash! - to the newcomers? "Nadia, you always bring the party with you." Should he introduce Auguste too? They were friends but maybe the pale haired man would prefer to make his own introductions?
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A return message was received quickly, but only served to make Ryan groan and put the phone away and look around for the familiar head of red hair, when he spotted him, he held up the finger at him while giving Aitana a smile.
"I'm happy to serve first," he said still giving Mitry the finger, wanting to make good and sure the other had time to see it before motioning to Aitana to throw the ball to him.
He moved to his side of the net and grinned, "what are we playing to or just until," he said tossing up the ball and serving. He could talk and play at the same time and he bet should could too.
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It was strange and frightening, but there were so many other things that could have happened that were worse. He could have been killed or corrupted, but instead he was still there. He just needed to create new memories. Besides, he was told his lost memories might return to him at any time.
“Sure,” he said with a smile, moving to stand from where he was sitting on the towel so he could join Paris in the lake. He took off his shirt to leave with their belongings, but kept his sunglasses on. “But really, if you see someone I should know, you should tell me,” he asked once more as he made his way through the sand to the water.
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”Me? Uncultured? I can still play the piano better than you!” he let out a short laugh, turning to follow Chailee down to the water. “And the only reason I go to Hillworth is because my parents are dead and the city would rather put me there than a public school,” he added with a shrug. He was on his own now, of course, but he would still be finishing high school.
Even though she jogged to the water, Ilian followed at the same pace he’d been going. He had no intention of fighting with Lovely more than he already had been. He was used to his comments by now, even if they hurt. He supposed he should just get used to them since they would surely get worse with time.
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“Don’t worry about it,” he waved off her apology before settling himself down in the sand. They were at a beach, after all. He expected to be in the sand.
Her comment about moving out being a very grown up thing surprised him, having not really thought that, himself. “Oh… I mean, no she’s not happy, but she’s going to have grandkids soon. I… I mean, it’ll get loud with two babies at the house, so… I don’t know,” he rambled, picking at some of the grass that was growing through the sand.
“I’m not really leaving home. It’s just temporary, I guess. Until Michael decides to leave. I don’t want him to, but he keeps talking about buying a plane once he gets access to his trust fund. And I figure it’ll keep mom from freaking out as much if she doesn’t know when I go patrol or whatever. I mean I’m sure she’ll worry no matter what, but…”
It was weird to think about. He realized it was kind of a big decision, but he hadn’t done it with the purpose of being an adult. He didn’t want Haven thinking he was suddenly so mature or whatever when he definitely didn’t feel that way. Even though they were old school rivals and neighbors, he still thought of her as a friend… somehow.
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Auguste had, in the midst of all the people coming up to his roommate, simply stepped a bit off to the side in order to let everyone make their greetings. He didn't mind doing so, and in fact, watched with some fascination at everyone, Auguste rocking back and forth on his heels. Colin's arrival was met with a little smile that was clearly Auguste attempting to be subtle about his fanboying, and the quick kiss he gave to Lorne was filed away under his ever growing list of Things that Make Living With Nadia Magical. A part of him was curious if they were always that physically affectionate with one another, but he wasn't about to ask; it was impolite, after all.
He did pick up on the French that Lorne was speaking, even if he didn't show it, considering it was his first language. Auguste peered at the newcomer - Lorne's cousin - with interest, blue eyes sweeping over him before they flickered back to Nadia and her boyfriend.
It took him a moment to realize he was being spoken to at all.
"Oh!" said Auguste, casting a quick look at Colin before he settled his gaze back on Kyle. "I'm Auguste, Nadia's roommate! Enchanté, Kyle!"
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Kyle blinked when the curly haired man kissed his cousin as well."Vous chien! Juste combien de personnes faites-vous avec elle ? Regardez-vous obtenir une certaine action. Veinard."
"It hasn't been that long cousin." Had it? Time always seemed to fly when Kyle was with Lorne. He never really paid much attention to the times when they were separated, he just kept looking forward to the next time they would meet. "Je vais prendre plus de câlins se bombardés avec des baisers . Je ne cherche pas à votre mère me voyant. Elle est très affectueuse." Kyle seemed to cringe at the mental thought. He loved his aunt deeply but... Kyle would never get use to it.
"Ahhh..Few weeks maybe? I've been staying at a friends house." Kyle replied lightly. "I might have told my parents that you knew of the arrangement, so they had no problem with me leaving early.." The dark haired teen grinned almost devilishly. "You know how it is, right cousin? I mean... with having a girlfriend and all. Or should I say an entire group of people... And here I was thinking I knew everything about you..." He teased.
"Likewise. Colin, Auguste. Ah... I didn't realize cats lingered on this lake. Is she a roamer or...?"
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Paris discarded her hat and her sunglasses, leaving them on the towel as she rose up to begin making her way toward the water. She entered slowly, allowing herself time to get used to the change in temperatures, but given that it was closing in on the end of summer, the water wasn't as cold as it could have been.
“I'll tell you, okay?” she said. She took Chris by the hand and led him into the water, wading in until it reached her chest.
“You need to relax,” Paris told him. She reached up to rub at his shoulders. “You're worrying too much about things you shouldn't be worrying about. The more you stress about it, the harder and more awkward it's going to be for you. You don't have to pretend as if you know people. They'll understand.”
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Lovely took the reprimand in stride, hardly looking phased by it, though he said nothing else on the subject for the time being. He made a face and a quiet noise of disapproval when the floating device ended up being tossed over his head. It was rather ridiculous looking, in his opinion, but he didn't say anything about it lest he earn more of Chailee's scorn. Instead, he pulled it back over his head and held it at hand, prepared to use it if need be.
He frowned and came to a stop once he was in the water up to his ankles, not really very interested in going in any further. Sure, it wasn't the ocean, so they were safe from sharks and vicious sea monsters, but there was no telling what else could be swimming around in the depths of the lake.
“This water is filthy,” he commented, staring down at his feet, which he could hardly see through the murky water.
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Haven never knew whether or not to consider Peter a friend. There was a part of her that said that had to be what he was, given that they talked frequently and had a lot of things in common, but they'd always been rivals first, and it was difficult for her to put that aside now that they were going to different schools. There wasn't much of a reason for them to be rivals anymore, and that felt odd.
Still, it was nice being able to have an actual conversation, awkward as it also felt.
“Your parents know?” she asked “I mean, about the patrolling...?”
The way he talked about it made it seem as if they did.
“I haven't told my parents. Or my grandpa. Or Jonah,” she said. “I don't think they'd understand it very well. They'd probably try to stop me from going out, especially Jonah. He's such a baby sometimes. I've been doing research on youma,” she explained.
Haven almost reached for her bag but stopped herself before she could pull out any of her papers. She probably shouldn't have any of that out where just anyone could see, so she said, “I haven't found out much yet, but I'm really interested in the one we fought outside the funhouse.”
Hitch was, if nothing else, completely aware of the fact that this was his second time out in public with another man - with his boyfriend - but again, he didn't know these people. The ******** did he care if they had a problem, really? Who were they gonna tell? His mom? (A tiny barb of bitter ache seeped into his heart as he thought it.) None of these people mattered. Let them whisper.
"First, drinks, " and he pointed triumphantly in that direction with his free hand. There were an annoying number of people already over there, but whatever. "Drinks for sure." Loosen both of them up. They'd probably need it. "Then we're gettin' in the damn water an' we're stayin' there cause it's ********' hot as balls out here." Seriously, the water couldn't have looked more inviting if it tried, and Hitch didn't exactly get to swim a lot so... plus it'd probably be good for Tolliver's leg, right? He hoped so.
With a grin, he skimmed the crowd once more with his eyes and added, playfully, "I'll try not to babe, but no promises." Then he tugged his cute as ******** boyfriend along with him, kind of silently daring anyone to look at them funny - especially Tolliver's scars. He would ******** someone up. "Think anyone was classy enough to bring bourbon?"
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