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Tassy watched Shin work on his manuscript silently and felt the tell-tale stirrings within herself that always happened when she was near the young man. She had to physically restrain herself from brushing her fingers through his long hair (which she found out was just as soft as she imagined) and wondering if it smelled like him or his potions. Or if he just smelled like his potions. Either way she was sure it would be glorious but she wouldn't know until he actually looked up at her! As if hearing her thoughts, or probably the bleeding quill on his page, he began to look up towards her and she could see the steadily rising blush upon his face which brought a soft smile of pride upon her. Yes she knew she looked good but damned if she didn't need someone else telling her she did. And judging by his looks, she looked hella good. When he said hello she didn't answer him but did smile wider. She had a feeling that even if she were to sing Habanera from Carmen he wouldn't hear or pay any other attention to her based off of how quickly he seemed to be trying to get away from her. It would have stung..ok it totally stung, but it would have stung worse about his obvious dismissal had he not complimented her while also in the process knocking over the coffee table and ink. She ignored the mess because that could all be taken care of later but this couldn't. She intercepted Shin's path easily and very gently pushed back onto the couch while moving his journal off to the side. "No no, you are not going anywhere. See Shin, I've been thinking this over for a very very long time and I've come to the conclusion that I lo-like you, I like you a lot. But see, here's the tricky part," Tassy lowered herself onto his lap, her legs and body basically trapping the young man between her and the couch as one hand curly around his neck and the other idly traced patters on his face. She really didn't understand how he could hate his scars, they were almost like a work of art. "How am I supposed to tell you about my feelings if you kept wandering off the moment you even smelled my perfume? So that's how this plan was hatched, and I have to say it was a success, don't you think? Now, there's only one thing left to do..." And despite all her bravado and false self confidence, this was the part of the plan she knew she was going to struggle with. But she had already pretty much bared her soul to him anyway, it wasn't like this would push him completely over the edge. Or at least she hoped not. Still, she hesitated only for a second before she finally gathered the remnants of her courage and leaned forward to plant a kiss upon his lips. She didn't want to deepen it too much least she spooked him, but it was as if her body were moving on its own; finally happy to be doing what it's wanted to do for the past few months. Years if she were completely honest with herself. Her hands were situated on both sides of his head, one now gripping the collar of his shirt and the other softly pressed against his cheek. Yemalla above he smelt, felt, and tasted fantastic! After nearly a full minute of kissing she pulled back and finally the reality of the situation settled upon her. She had basically sexually assaulted her male roommate by essentially forcing herself upon him. If he didn't like her he could at least sue her for rape! Ugghhh, her and her quick temper and ideas! Now she was really hoping for a positive outcome.

Tassy didn't usually take days off in the middle of week, mainly because that would cut into peak sales times as well many of the private lesson times but dammit it all if she hadn't woken up that morning and called in sick. And she was, partly. That morning had startled alright, she rolled out of her bed after the third tap to her snooze button and had only fully woke up after a ten minute shower and a cup of her darkest roast of coffee. She had just been sliding a bagel into her toaster when she heard the tapping of an owl on her window to tell her that both her mail and her newspaper. Her brother sent her a post card from some obscure part of Asia that he was in at that moment gathering potion ingredients, her Papa sent her a care package from Haiti containing some of her favorites (many of which happened to be Haitian brews of near illegal alcohol percentages) and a wedding announcement from a mate from school. And that was when the world had tilted on its axis, so much so that she didn't realize that she had been staring at the announcement for more than ten minutes until the dank smell of burning bread hit her nose telling her that her forgotten bagel was well past crisp. Still, even after attempting to salvage her breakfast (poor thing didn't make it) her eyes still strayed to that heavy piece of fancy paper proclaiming to the world the union of her ex-boyfriend and her once best friend. The best friend she had once called crying because that one ex-boyfriend had taken her virginity and run for the hills. Needless to say she hadn't felt like the greatest people person at that moment and had floo'd Austin to ask for the day off hoping that at the very least she could just go in late when he had pleasantly surprised her with his acceptance. Tassy had changed into her comfy non-judgement clothing and spent the day either strumming nonsensical lyrics on her guitar, raging on her drums downstairs, and arguing with herself that yes there is such a thing as "too early to be flat stinkin' drunk." Morning had come and gone and so had early afternoon and finally the Scot had worn herself down and was just reaching for some Barbancourt rum when she heard a knock on her door. Curious she looked out her peephole and gave a very lady-like snort and the bald head that she saw reflecting in the sunlight before she threw open her door to stand in the doorway. "You know, I'm starting to believe you have a sixth sense about when I'm about to open my good stuff." the musician told her friend while giving him a once over. She noted the tense muscles and the overly clenched jaw and had to conclude that either he had a fight with Chalmes or a fight with his dad. And seeing that she didn't have an angry drunk Chalmes on her couch or in her fireplace that it was the latter. "Well c'mon then, your head's giving me a glare." Tassy spun around on the balls of her slipper covered feet and didn't give him another glance as she went into the kitchen to grab the bottle and two glasses.

Tassy let out a soft "hmph" at Les' attempt at a joke as she popped open her rum and poured a healthy amount into each glass. She didn't say anything as he lazed against her wall and just pressed the glass into his hand before she took a small sip of her own. The burn of the ten year old liquor saved her from answering his question immediately but didn't keep her safe for long. "Should be happy I waited so long or you'd be s**t outta luck." she answered with a smirk of her own and a playful wink. It was easier to brush off her hurt and feelings of inadequacies around Les, mainly because she didn't have to guess or worry about what exactly he wanted from her. It was basically because she already knew; sex, alcohol, or a good time. And sometimes that good time required the previous two. Hell if she were completely honest with herself she sort of looked forward to it. They never had that awkward phase after they had sex where they thought that maybe they shouldn't and maybe it had been a bad idea because it hadn't been. Not like friggin Chalmes and their weird avoidance dance that the two of them had done for a month before they finally came to their senses. She could happily say that there were no bad feelings and no other feelings of any kind between the two besides the obvious one of friendship and possible sibling rivalry. It just wouldn't be fun without it. "Riddle me this, if someone you believed to be your friend invited you to their wedding where they would be marrying a person you gave yourself wholly and completely to before they dropped you like a itchy sweater on Boxing Day, would you just not go, send a scathing letter to the pair of them and not go, or go but wear your most amazing and possibly revealing outfit." Tassy asked out of the clear blue looking at her friend to gauge his reaction.

Tassy didn't really know and didn't pretend to fully know how bad the relationship was between Les and his father was or how shitty his childhood had been. The only reason she even knew those things were conversations where she had to virtually strangle the information out of him. So knowing her ignorance she could and chose to believe that he understood the plight it was to avoid becoming completely trashed before the postman even made his deliveries. Thoughts aside she watched his face for any sign of expression at what she had just told him only getting pursed lips in response. Jerk. When he finally decided to grace her with his opinions she took more sips of her drink nodding here or there to show that she was actually paying attention. She mentally asked herself if she cared about the newly engaged couple and to her slight surprise found that she didn't care one way or another about them, personally. The entire situation however was where the problems were. Instead of getting upset or even vaguely hurt by Les' comment about the letter coming off as pathetic she merely waved it off with her hand and a nod showing that yes she understood and that she more than likely wouldn't do it. If she wanted to come across as lonely and desperate, she'd try and hook up at that sex addiction anonymous meeting they have just a block away. It was honestly a shame how quickly and easily she could get a guy from there to here. Such a shame that she most assuredly did not create a game out of it and post her best time (five minutes forty-nine seconds) on a small sticky note on the inside of her closet. Perish the thought. At his last opinion Tassy met his grin with a fiendish one of her own and actually laughed for the first time that day. It wouldn't be too too hard to scrounge up an outfit from her closet and as far as picking dates, she could always pick and choose from Chalmes and Les. Or just take both. Purely for shock value; she had no interest in the devil's threesome. Chalmes could be used as the cute face and sizzling body while Les could cut down half the wedding party with words alone. It was practically perfect in theory. "I'll think on that last one, but a definite no to the letter then. Damn. I had a great line comparing her face to the underbelly of a whale, but alas, I shall save it for another time and day." Tassy sighed dramatically before downing the last remains of her rum. Putting the glass aside she went a short distance to her couch and neatly flung herself onto it patting down the space next to her. "Enough of my mess, let's take a look-see at yours. What brings you to my humble abode when I know you have a minimum of two more hours in the work day left?" She would never admit to knowing both his and Chalmes' schedule because that would make it seem like she was either creepy or she cared. Neither of which seemed too appealing to the Scot.

Tassy bit out a short bark of laughter at Les's suggestion to use her line to her backstabbing friend's face and just shook her head at his question of insulting whales. Like she thought, he could knock out a good portion of the entire wedding before they actually gathered the strength to kick them all out. Seeing his response to her question she got the sense that this was not something he actually wanted to talk about and was waiting for about a minute or so of forced silence when she was surprised by an actual answer. The moment he said his father she resisted hissing dramatically like an angry cat, if only for effect, but she knew he probably wouldn't find it funny at the moment. She did however mutter a "thank Legba for that!" when he told her he wouldn't say the details of the boring business lunch. She could barely stay awake on inventory days, there was no way she could keep her attention focused on something so meanly boring as a business lunch. Whoever decided to mix the beauty of a lunch away from the office with actual business deserved to be shot in the head. Repeatedly. The Scot gave a nod as he concluded finding that her friend probably would have been justified in going off on his old man but knowing that it wasn't her place to tell him so. At his next question and shark-like grin, Tassy responded with a coy smile of her while allowing her right pointer finger to lightly trace his jawbone. "I can definitely say I've heard way better lines from you, but considering your plight I think I can forgive it just this once." she lightly teased before poking him right in between his eyes and standing up from the couch. "We're not doing it here again, I finally just got my couch back its normal comfort." she chided him with a admittedly weak glare thrown over her shoulder as she began walking towards her bedroom while simultaneously unhooking her bra through her sweatshirt and toeing off her slippers. She had successfully taken the pink piece of lingerie off and was going towards her shorts when she turned back towards Les with a foxy grin on her face. "Are you coming or what?" she asked delightfully ignoring her double entendre.

Tassy hummed at Les' response about not trying to hard for her although she did give thought to trying to act offended that he didn't want to at least try but knew it would be for nothing. Plus the time she would take making him squirm could be time that they both could be squirming in a decisively different fashion. At his next question, which she noticed was said in a definitely softer tone, she grinned coquettishly and even gave a tiny shimmy to be mean before replying. "I'm not even surprised. You never remember the place, then again this isn't necessarily a bad thing since you remember the actions..." she trailed off not-so-innocently with a light chuckle. The laugh was quickly stifled as she bit her lip to keep in a soft moan at the kiss he suddenly bestowed upon her neck. At the feel of his hand in her's she turned her head slightly so that their lips met for a brief kiss while her eyes sparkled with their usual mischievousness. She didn't say anything, mainly because she didn't have to as she pulled the taller man behind her into her bedroom being sure to close the door with the heel of her foot.
~~Time Skip~~
Tassy stretched her arms up above her head clasping her hands while making a soft keening sound. She looked around her bedroom stepping over small piles of clothes and rumpled sheets to get her strewn pink sweatshirt and slide it on without her bra. She tried looking for her underwear but was having a much harder time finding them then the rest of her clothes so she just decided to search at a later date and pulled on her shorts from earlier. "Oy, are you leaving or staying? Cuz if you're staying, I've got some leftover lasagna we could share, and if you're leaving check you clothes and make sure none of mine are sticking to them." "Like last time" was what she wanted to add but she figured he would understand.