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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 8:03 pm
Word of mouth carries fast: through home-made fliers featuring bright colors or through friends who are in the know regarding parties around Destiny City. The exact location isn't mentioned, anything the cops might trace is kept on the down low but the important details are made clear: Valentine's Day LOVE BITES RAVE Crazy costumes encouraged In the underworld, however, a different sort of buzz is going around. Generals Ilmenite and Howlite are working together to put together a training exercise for any interested Lieutenants or Captains. This exercise, however, isn't the usual sort: instead of one-on-one fighting, instead of combat which is Howlite's usual forte, they're looking to test their officers' skill at energy gathering. ______________________________________________________________________ OOC INFO:Starting February 10th and extending through to February 12th, Indubitably and and be blue are going to be holding an ORP training exercise for the Negaverse that takes place at a rave in an undisclosed location in Destiny City. This rave will pit officers against each other, tesing to see how stealthy, social, or bold they can be to harvest energy for the good of the Negaverse, using both dice and RP. Lieutenants and Captains are only able to in participate in this training exercise if they signed up in the previous thread. Only those who signed up previously should be powered up in this ORP. Everyone else is welcome -- so long as they remain powered down. For the purpose of this RP, we're going to request that no Senshi or Knights crash the party in uniform, that no Dark Moon Senshi come to play as their energy gathering technique won't work, and that no Generals participate in the games, as they'd have an unfair advantage and their power signatures might tip off the game. If you would like to be drained -- Please see the last info post for a form!
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 8:05 pm
Even before you reach the door of the large warehouse you can feel the vibrations of the music beneath your feet. From the outside, it looks derelict, windows shuttered or taped over with black, no signs of decoration beyond old graffiti and broken glass. An unmarked door opens, and you find three dour faced individuals standing in what appears to be an abandoned front office. Even now, you only hear the dull thud of a song's base, but can't quite make out the tune. They check you over, and anyone that mentions being on The List receives an armband that gets slapped onto their wrist. It glows in the dark of the warehouse, and after a moment of waiting as others are cleared, your group is led down a flight of stairs, through a dark hallway, and finally to another door. One of the bouncers reaches forward to the metal handle, punches in a code, and drags the door open on its track. The heavy bass hits you full force as music floods into the hall, and the sight of hundreds of bodies moving beneath shifting lights overwhelms you. "Welcome to the party." You aren't given any time to linger, and the door slams shut behind you. Throughout the scene dancers distribute free glowsticks, and there's a bar that seems to have no intention of carding its customers. For other, more shady party-favors, one must move in the crowd until they hear whispers of their distribution sources. All manner of costumes are here, from space-suits, to sailors [of the naval variety], to bright purple pandas. The DJs are up on a stage, and there are separate platforms for exhibitionist dancers. Bouncers move throughout the rave, but remain relatively unobtrusive, except for moments when they rush in to throw someone out the back exit. The music fluctuates between top-40 warm up stuff to please the general crowd, classic rap and hip-hop, breakbeat, brostep, trance, dustup, hairstyle, liquid funk, and hard mixes to familiar songs. The beat holds throughout and the songs meld from one to another. There are frequent, humorous sound bytes about love, showing the theme, if one could call it that, of the rave. No vampires, no blood, just loud music and sweaty bodies. If there's one attitude that pulses through the crowd, it's this: Do whatever the hell you want.Happy Valentine's Day. For Negaverse Agents- Powered Lieutenants and Captains will have arrived shortly after set-up to be reminded of the ground rules by Ilmenite, so please RP yourself already being at the Rave. - They are under strict orders to not drain anyone with a bracelet from the bouncers. - All officers were instructed that they should mention that they were on The List to the bouncers, to received a "VIP" bracelet. - As a courtesy, Howlite has also passed this information on to the DMC . Ilmenite can be generally found near the bar.For Civilians- All civilians [whether or not they have a powered form] must enter the party via the front entrance with the bouncers. - May not exit via the entrance. - You may come to this rave as long as you appear to be above the age of fifteen! There is no one checking IDs, so once you're in… You're in. - You will not be able to recognize the Negaverse Agents based off of their uniforms alone, nor can you feel their power signatures. If you know an agent personally, of course, that's a different matter! - There is no where private in this party to power up! - Kess, the civilian contact for the party, can be found at the DJ booth.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 8:05 pm
Negaverse Lieutenants and CaptainsOfficers who signed up for the training exercise in the previous thread received a quick briefing from Ilmenite. The intent, he said, is to test their ability at energy gathering, using whatever strength they have at their disposal -- which means there are three ways to go. First, the stealthy route. This means staying to the shadows and quietly gathering from unsuspecting victims. The benefit of this route, of course, is that there is little risk. The flaw is that there is little payout; the amount of energy gathered in this method, at the party, will be relatively low.
Second, the social route. This would involve engaging targets and speaking to them, in someway touching them, and draining them slowly during the course of conversation or other social interactions. The benefit of this route is that there is only moderate risk for moderate payout.
Lastly, the forceful route. Officers who chose to use force will corner their opponents in some way and take the energy from them without trying to disguise their actions. The danger is high risk, being seen. The benefit is a high payout for their efforts. Any officer who is flagged 5 times by a bouncer will be asked to leave the rave, and this is part of the game. There will be no arguing with the bouncers, and no lingering after getting flagged 5 times. In addition, Howlite and Ilmenite have made it very clear that no one is to be killed during the course of this party. Any officer who takes a starseed from a civilian will be eliminated from the game. --------- OOC ExplanationThis training exercise is, for the officers involved, a mix of RP and dice game. There are no rounds, and there will be little intervention, other than bouncers who will escort flagged participants out of the party. Each time you post to steal energy from the crowd, roll a die to accompany your actions. You can use whichever method you like, and can change from post to post, but you must decide before you roll. The Stealthy Route - roll 1 20-sided die.. 1-4 means you've been flagged by a bouncer; 5-20 means you successfully drain 1 energy point. The Social Route - roll 1 10-sided die. 1-3 means you've been flagged by a bouncer; 4-10 means you successfully drain 3 energy points. The Forceful Route - roll 1 4-sided die. 1-3 means you've been flagged by a bouncer; 4 means you successfully drain 5 energy points. In addition to the dice roll, you must write an RP post that roughly gives an idea of what your character is doing. Posts must be a minimum of 100 words, to keep action accompanying the rolling! At the end of the event, the person with the most energy points will be crowned the winner. Bounced officers will still be in the running, but will be penalized 5 energy points. --------- A final note: Please link to past rolls in every post you make as part of the contest, so that Indu and blue can more easily see what you've been doing. ---------- Participating OfficersAs a reminder, these officers who signed up in the plotting thread should be the only people at the Rave in uniform. Thank you!
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 5:59 am
IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE DRAINED, PLEASE POST THIS IN YOUR INTRO:[color=darkred][b]SUCK ON THIS, VALENTINE![/b][/color] [b]Character Name:[/b] [b]Character Faction:[/b] [b]Type of Drains Allowed:[/b] Stealth, Social, Force, or any combo thereof.
Approved Victimsxo -- k a i r i SUCK ON THIS, VALENTINE!Character Name: Selena Adams (Sailor Eos) Character Faction: White Moon Type of Drains Allowed: Preferably force please C: Feel free to drag her away for a dance ICly Mouse Pachinkorelli SUCK ON THIS, VALENTINE! Character Name: Janice Fitzpatrick Character Faction: Negaverse. She rode into the party on the Grouchy Train and wasn't even paying attention to the whole list thing, and as such does not have a wristband. Type of Drains Allowed: ANY. I just want some Negas to piss Jan the ******** off. Tsunake SUCK ON THIS, VALENTINE! Character Name: Andrew Collins (General Obsidian) Character Faction: Negaverse. He received a bracelet and promptly hid it, just for kicks. COME AT HIM, BRO. Type of Drains Allowed: Any, any, any, never not any. <3 Fairymount SUCK ON THIS, VALENTINE!Character Name: Arilee Selvig Character Faction: Civilian (she hasn't had her DMC awakening yet) Type of Drains Allowed: Yes. 8D (Translation: ANY) ChibiGingi SUCK ON THIS, VALENTINE!Character Name: Gwendolyn Caspian Character Faction: Senshi (not awakened yet, not that it matters here) Type of Drains Allowed: Social and/or Force endejester SUCK ON THIS, VALENTINE! Character Name: Zac Bantock (G.K. Zinkenite) Character Faction: Negaverse (Long sleeve shirt may hide bracelet, or he might loose it) Type of Drains Allowed: Social (Would like to interrupt this maybe?) LittleLilyKitty SUCK ON THIS, VALENTINE! Character Name: Yadira Sorah (= Jade) Character Faction: Civilian Type of Drains Allowed: Any. Although, be warned, Jade will fight (= tries to) back if you're using force. XD Kaelyndra SUCK ON THIS, VALENTINE! Character Name: Uuni Kierstedt Character Faction: Civilian Type of Drains Allowed: Stealth, Social Indubitably SUCK ON THIS, VALENTINE! Character Name: Kess Reever Character Faction: Negaverse Type of Drains Allowed: Any, however, if you fail, or you use Force, you may be immediately bounced from the party. She won't be wearing an wristband, but she has been pointed out as the host of the party by General Ilmenite, and therefore it is unadvised to get on her bad side. ;D II Nessy II SUCK ON THIS, VALENTINE! Character Name: Daphne Proudmoore Character Faction: Order; Lina Knight Type of Drains Allowed: Any but be aware that Daphne, as Lina, knows how to fight back. She also spends a lot of time with the host so Social or Stealth could be amusing! Bounced CharactersCaptain Benitoite Please QUOTE any player you decide to victimize, so they can respond!
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 7:57 am
He wasn't drinking; refreshments were available, and not even a stone's throw away, a range of cheap liquors and candy-sweet mixers available at his fingerstips. Those who knew him might find this strange, or surprising, or alarming, except for one thing.
He was in uniform.
The brim of Ilmenite's hat, shiny flat black that it was, would catch the rave's light like a beacon, sending glimmers off in every direction as he tilted his hat. With the pulse of bodies around him, the heavy green leather of his coat was almost too much, weighed him down and left him aching to clutch at something cold enough to take the edge off. Instead he hovered near the edge of the bar and tried to look like it didn't bother him, dark eyes scanning the crowd absently for the flash of brightly-colored bracelets in the dark.
Tonight, he was going to be the only General here, and he apparently took the duty seriously. Zac was probably going to call it a miracle.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 9:26 am
Quote: SUCK ON THIS, VALENTINE!Character Name: Selena Adams (Sailor Eos) Character Faction: White Moon Type of Drains Allowed: Preferably force please C: Feel free to drag her away for a dance ICly There'd never been anything like this when she'd been in Destiny City before. Or perhaps she'd just never been invited. She'd quickly learned that dying her hair blonde had made the world her oyster - people who wouldn't even glance at your feet would suddenly be walking up to introduce themselves. It wasn't why she'd decided on the radical hairstyle change, she'd just wanted to reinvent herself, but it wasn't exactly an unwanted side effect. Old Selena never would have imagined attening something like this, but two years changed a person. Whilst Selena wouldn't describe herself as promiscuous, she wasn't quite as innocent as when she'd left. She'd jumped on the fun bandwagon - you were only young once, might as well enjoy it. And enjoying herself was what she planned to do tonight. Her hair was scooped back into a messy bun, just a few strands framing her face. A plain black vest had been graffitied with UV paint, handprints in varying colours glowing dimly in the darkness. A pair of short denim shorts soon gave way to fluorescent green tights, finished with her brand new pair of heels. She quickly gained access to the party, ushered through the door and into a mass of bodies. The heavy bass went through her, and she felt the beat of the music moving through her ribs. Pushing through the crowd, she quickly made her way to the bar, ordering a screwdriver and sipping on it.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 9:58 am
Damian had only been to a rave once before, it had been in high school and he barely remembered the whole experience. He had a feeling that he had spent the entire time drunk which wouldn't have been a surprise. This time around he was keeping off the alcohol. He had promised Carter he was going to stop drinking, and after all the drama his drunk self had caused between them he was glad to. Or at least he was in theory, but when he walked into the rave and saw the fully stocked bar he was extremely tempted. A single drink wouldn't hurt, right? He wavered for a moment before his good sense kicked in. Yes, even a single drink would hurt, it would lead to another drink and another and then he'd be s**t faced and stumbling home and it wouldn't end well.
Ripping his focus away from the bar the nineteen year old moved away from the entrance, drifting through the crowd. It was a bit odd coming to a Valentine's rave without his boyfriend, but he wasn't really there to party. A friend had asked him to come and be the designated driver and after quite a bit of cajoling he gave in. Now that he was here he couldn't spot his friend which wasn't all that surprising given the amount of people attending. So he pulled his cell phone out of the pocket of his jeans (his friend had tried to force him into some spandex outfit, but Damian adamantly refused. It was bad enough wearing a skirt and tights as Orion) and started to call his buddy. Before he could even open up his contact list he received a text message. 'Sorry, bro, got wicked sick. Can't make it' The redhead groaned shoving the cell back in his pocket. It was completely pointless for him to have even shown up.
Raking his fingers through his hair he was just about to leave when his grey eyes caught the dance floor. Well...he was already here. Spending some time on the dance floor wouldn't be so bad, and it would keep the trip from being a total loss. Making up his mind he weaved his way through bodies until he was on the dance floor. He didn't dance with anyone in particular but instead moved with the flow of bodies already on the floor. Luckily club dancing and rave dancing weren't all that far apart, and while he'd never be able to give anyone a light show he held his own on the floor, his body swaying and moving with the music.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 11:23 am
Quote: SUCK ON THIS, VALENTINE! Character Name: Janice Fitzpatrick Character Faction: Negaverse. She rode into the party on the Grouchy Train and wasn't even paying attention to the whole list thing, and as such does not have a wristband. Type of Drains Allowed: ANY. I just want some Negas to piss Jan the ******** off. This was stupid. This was stupid. This was really really stupid. How the hell did Kess manage to talk her into this one? Rowdy, dancey parties were the complete opposite of Janice's normal scene. She had communicated this. She had even cited the Negaverse Christmas party as an example, and irritably expressed that a huge Valentine's Day party would be a step further in the direction of situations she absolutely did not want to be in. The mention that this had some kind of Negaverse involvement made her care even less. Maybe Kess was just that persistent. Or maybe she had been properly buttered up by the shopping spree for some "new duds" to wear to this "sweet rave," though she would never ever acknowledge or admit it. As long as the oversized speakers weren't going to transform into some kind of appropriately-themed boss monster, she supposed she would tolerate it. For now. The music would become a mess of ignorable pulsating background noise after a while. Probably. So she swam through the crowd in a dark-magenta dapper-hipster ensemble (complete with piano key tie and, yes, a fedora), making some stilted attempt to silently mingle. Maybe if she wandered around absorbing the atmosphere for long enough, it would help her figure out why so many people thought this sort of thing was fun. One or two folks here and there were wearing somewhat obnoxious glow-in-the-dark wristbands. Jan was pretty sure Kess had said something about getting one at the door. It looked like you didn't need one to be at the party, though, and it was probably just for some VIP room bullshit she was wanting to drag her into, so who really gave a damn.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 11:34 am
After two drinks the effects of the alcohol began to kick in. She wasn't short, but she was fairly slim, and beginning to feel a little lightheaded she ordered her third drink and took off towards the dancefloor. She slipping between different bodies, searching for perhaps a familiar face. Leaning over to take another sip of her drink, Selena savoured the taste before continuing forwards. She quickly realised that even if she did know someone here, it was unlikely she'd be able to find them in the huge sea of moving bodies. And so the only logical course of action was to dance and enjoy the night - it was a Valentines rave afterall. Perhaps she'd even meet a guy (although somehow she didn't think the boys here were looking for anything permanent). Right now Selena didn't care whether it was a quick fling or a longer relationship, she just wanted a bit of fun. A hand grazed across her back, lowering to her bum, and Selena twisted her head to find the face that the arm belonged to. A set of yellow, grinning teeth quickly came into view, and just as quickly Selena was out of there. She firmly pushed him away and disappeared further into the crowd. No. ********. Way. Instead she headed towards a somewhat more attractive head - even if she could only see the back - sliding up behind the boy and beginning to dance. His hair was short, and a pretty shade of ginger-brown. She didn't touch - not yet - but took another swig of her drink and allowed her heels to come into contact with his trainers
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 11:50 am
Quote: SUCK ON THIS, VALENTINE! Character Name: Andrew Collins (General Obsidian) Character Faction: Negaverse. He received a bracelet and promptly hid it, just for kicks. COME AT HIM, BRO. Type of Drains Allowed: Any, any, any, never not any. <3 Andrew Collins did not regret a single, goddamn thing in his life. He had showed up at this rave with the full intention of having a good time--and by god, he was going to have one. He was shamelessly dressed as Peter Pan, and was strutting through the dance floor, glow-sticks tucked into his amazing flower pants as he made his way to the bar. Ilmenite was going to be his chosen target, and he idly wrapped a bare, muscled arm around the General's shoulder.
"Why the ******** aren't we drinking yet?" He wanted to know, rocking up and down on the balls of his feet. He may or may not have been wearing heels. They hurt, but it was entirely worth it. The more attention, the better. Drew knew what this was all about, and he had deliberately hid his bracelet (once more, in his pants) to make himself a more appealing target.
God, he wanted to get laid. Or to kill someone. One or the other--he wasn't picky. Plenty of young bodies milling about. He'd get some action one way or another, before the night was done.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 12:22 pm
Quote: SUCK ON THIS, VALENTINE!Character Name: Arilee Selvig Character Faction: Civilian (she hasn't had her DMC awakening yet) Type of Drains Allowed: Yes. 8D (Translation: ANY) The music was already pumping through Arilee's body as she skipped into the building, batting her glittery fake eyelashes at the bouncer who'd permitted her to enter. Holding up the NERF crossbow she'd brought along in a sort of salute to the Rave/Dance gods, she sauntered further in, gathering glo-sticks as she went. After a few moments thought, she headed for the bar and once there, went to work improving her costume. It had taken her a lot of time to find a Sexy Cupid outfit that hugged her curves properly and she was not going to mess it up with ill-placed glo-stick placement! Humming along with the music, she felt a grin tugging at her lips as she sorted her glowy loot by color and then began the strategic placement. Greens, yellows and oranges went into the discard pile. Pinks, purples, reds, whites and blues were kept and looped around her crossbow, affixed to her bodice and looped through the hem of her skirt. A few even made their way to her wrists and ankles.
Once satisfied with her work, Arilee gathered up her unwanted glowy babies and looked around for someone to pass them off to. Okay, to flirt with. And though not many had yet arrived, there were enough people milling around to provide her with some seriously delicious eye candy. With a small shudder of gleeful anticipation, she began to make a mental list of which girls and boys she wanted to exchange furtive make-outs with before the night was over.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 1:03 pm
Quote: SUCK ON THIS, VALENTINE!Character Name: Gwendolyn Caspian Character Faction: Senshi (not awakened yet, not that it matters here) Type of Drains Allowed: Social and/or Force Gwendolyn Caspian ignored the stares she received from the other people in line, though even that was completely out of her element. Normally she’d love to be the center of attention, but in truth she couldn’t blame the awkward stares. She figured it was because they didn’t believe that she was really fifteen years old, or perhaps it was the fact that she went to a romance-themed party dressed like Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. ’It fits the theme perfectly… she has dreams and aspiration, and so do lovers!’ Gwendolyn told herself, pulling her basket with a stuffed dog sticking out close and wishing she could have snuck in Micah. She fiddled with her braids, thankful that her sister was at least kind enough to do that for her, even if it as a half-assed job. ’Besides, I couldn’t afford another costume until Halloween…By the time she reached the front entrance, all old anxieties were gone and were immediately replaced with new ones. She looked to the bouncer and put on her best front, puffing her chest out and wearing a confident smile. She was fifteen years old, five short of twenty, of course they’d let her in! The bouncer gave her a look over but said nothing, slapping on the glow-in-the-dark bracelet and motioning Gwendolyn to keep the line moving. Gwendolyn was able to suppress her glee and moved in immediately, her ruby-red sequined heels tapping rapidly as she entered the rave. Within moments of entering the rave all costume troubles (and everything else) was gone from mind, and she looked around, wondering where to start first. “What do you even do at a rave, anyway? I swear, I’m sheltered…”
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Silent Spy rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 1:26 pm
Captain Osumilite was at the bar, sipping away on a martini as the rave started to fill up. Although nightclubs could be a Wednesday night in his life, the rave atmosphere was never really his scene, or at least not since he was the age of these young fresh faces popping in. Some of these girls and boys looked like they could still be in high school, or otherwise just out of high school, with some exceptions sprinkled in. He was getting way too old for this s**t, but he wasn't exactly at the club to drink hard, get laid, and never call back. He was there to drain energy, and that he could do at any age.
The bar was a pretty good station, for now at least - the first destination people make their way to when entering these sorts of clubs. As the line began to grow, he took the opportunity to drain some energy, sweet-talking his way to a busty female clubber. Her chest was a bit of a distraction, but he did his best to focus on her energy.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 2:35 pm
As he danced a couple girls danced with him, well, it was more like they fell against him and he took a moment to grin at them before giving them a gentle push towards the guys he could see over their heads looking none too happy. It was Valentine's day and he was smart enough to know if a girl even looked like she was attached to someone you didn't even playfully flirt with her. He didn't need to end up in a fight, he got into enough of those as Orion.
The tap of heels against the back of his Chucks was enough to make him turn. While a few girls had stepped on his toes, nobody managed to run into him from behind yet. Looking down the few inches to the blonde who had gotten his attention he began to perk up, and after his eyes made a sweep of the space behind her and he didn't see a guy who looked like he was waiting on this particular girl his smile grew to a grin. One dance with a stranger wouldn't count as cheating right? Especially since he'd probably never see her again.
Turning completely around he began to dance with her, fingertips resting lightly on her waist giving her every opportunity to flit away if she so desired. He still hadn't gotten a good look at her face in the flashing lights, but she danced well enough and at the moment that's what mattered. Bending down he was about to say something when a flash of light caught her face perfectly and even with the blonde hair Damian could recognize his ex-girlfriend. The shock showed on his face and instead of whatever smooth line he had planned what came out of his mouth was "Titch?!" Of course he would remember the petname that had annoyed her so much when they had been dating.
For a moment he was frozen as he tried to decide what he should do. The pretty blonde who he thought was a stranger was actually his ex, where had she been the last few years, his last ex had kidnapped him, was she blonde now, did she know who he was when she approached him? All the thoughts and questions tumbled through his mind in two point five seconds and not having answers to most of them he just kept dancing with her. He'd let her make the next move, that was the safest bet.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 3:22 pm
Selena smiled as she caught his attention, and he turned to face her. A few moments later his hands rested lightly on her waist, and it was all the invitation she needed to reach one of her own slender arms up to rest on his shoulder. She swayed from side to side with him, dancing in time to the music whilst also being careful not to spill her drink. She'd paid good money for that! His weight shifted as he leaned down, and Selena angled her neck so she could look up at him and bat her heavily-mascara'ed eyes. She'd been gifted with long eyelashes and so didn't wear falsies, but still liked to apply a generous amount of make-up to give them the same effect. She ran her tongue across her teeth to ensure they were free of debris - she didn't want any embarrassments if she was about to lock lips with a stranger. She was prepared for a little making out, perhaps a bit of harmless petting. Not for that infuriating nickname that suddenly made her realise exactly why she'd found that ginger-brown shade of hair attractive. "Damian!?" She didn't pull away from his grip - she was in too much shock? Her voice was practically drowned by the heavy beat of the music coming from the industrial-sized speakers, but the shock on her face pretty much said everything. It would be fair to say that her ex was the last person she expected to see here. Especially given that she'd not seen him for two years and had previously disappeared off the face of the earth. And last time she'd been with him, she'd been considerably less...mature. He continued dancing, and so she obediently moved with him, but the arm dropped from his shoulder so her palm could instead rest on his chest. "I..." She didn't even know what to say, she was in shock.
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