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 Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 8:35 pm
Exactly twenty minutes after her last tweet Peyton arrived at the portal as requested. She had also taken Maebe's suggestive clothing choice to heart, though really, all that entailed was leaving her boots behind in exchange for a pair of strapy heels and swapping out her usual tank top with the slight more exposing cut of a halter top. Curly hair had been drawn up and pinned at the back of her head in a messy sort of up-do. She'd even applied her usual light make up a bit more dramatically. Subtle changes, but over all the effect was desirable.
She was frowning down at her phone as she came walking up to the light house, but it, along with a slim wallet, were tucked away into her pockets as she headed inside and looked around for Maebe.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 1:26 am
Maebe was late. Now, she'd absolutely been the one to tell Peyton where to be, and to hurry. She'd been the one with the anxiety in her words that indicated she needed to move, and quickly. Certainly this meant that she would be waiting at the portal for Peyton, when she arrived there. But she was not, and Peyton couldn't really be surprised, because this was Maebe they were talking about. She showed up dressed to the teeth, in an unfamiliar leather miniskirt that looked out of place on her. Her heels were fangs, and from the tight pull back of her hair, she looked ready for a fight. But they weren't fighting tonight, unless the night turned sour. They would be doing something much, much more stress relieving. Dancing with strangers. She was fluttering her thumb expertly over her phone as she shot off one last message to someone, before finally slipping it away in her bra - the only place on her body where anything would fit, in her particular getup. She looked up at Peyton, donned a critical face, and then nodded in approval. "Do you know how long it's been since I've seen you?" Maebe muttered, leaning in to kiss the girl's cheek. "Neither do I. Let's go. I'm hungry for strange."
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 8:45 am
As Maebe arrived, late, Peyton looked up from the nail she'd been picking at and stared rather openly at the other girl's outfit. It was aggressive, and daring, and absolutely slutty, but the Sun would have been lying if she'd tried to claim Maebe didn't look good in it. Enough so, in fact, that a subtle flush of color rolled in under the dusting of freckles across the bridge of Peyton's nose. She did return the cheek kiss, despite the moment of shock, and by the time the Moon was leaning back again there was a small smile of the smaller girl's face. "A long time. Yes let's." Strangers? A brow quirked, but she followed her friend through the portal, curious as to what Maebe had planned for them. Something involving strangers, and slutty clothing, and getting away from the island and what appeared to be mutual revulsion to anything love related. Intriguing, but Peyton kept her questions to herself, for now. Undoubtedly they would surface later.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 4:24 pm
New York City. What other prospect was there? It was easiest to find somewhere to lose yourself in, in this particular city. She and Peyton arrived in a dark, uninhabited alley, and they stepped out into the street filled with strangers all in a rush to get nowhere, and slid perfectly into the cogs of movement the crowd provided. Maebe knew only a few spots - and had no idea if they were still up, or if they'd closed from condemnation. She took Peyton to one of these spots, still mercifully running itself into the ground. There was a line, but it was filled with couple, men, and plain janes. Lines were not for women like themselves. The clubs paid for women like themselves. "I was here once." She yelled behind her at Peyton, as they neared the noisy nightclub. "They have rooms in the back for when you can't stand just dancing anymore. They're disgusting." She said this as if it sounded fantastic, with a proud, vicious grin on her face. She took Peyton's hand, and led her to the bouncer, looking up at him with knowing eyes. "You see the line there, missy?" He told her, his voice laced with amusement. "No," She informed him. "I'm blind. This is my seeing eye dog. This is the handicapped entrance, isn't it?" She leaned in, and pressed a red stained kiss to his cheek. Her hands had disappeared, paying their entrance fee in other, less public ways. The bouncer let them in a moment later, much to the noisy chagrin of the crowd on line in front of them.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 5:16 pm
It had to be New York. Peyton tensed as they left the alley and she realized where they were, but she really didn't have a whole lot of time to dwell, not with Maebe grabbing her hand and hauling her along towards their destination. With shorter legs she had to work to keep up, and that was no small feat in the six inch heels she was currently wearing. Thankfully the place they were heading to was close. Neither girl was dressed for the cold, and it was a relief as Maebe led her past the end of the line and straight up to the bouncer. This was not her scene, it never had been. Peyton was entirely out of her depth here and she clung to the other girl's hand even as she made a face at the mention of back rooms. No thank you, the Sun would not be venturing into any of those. As they were stopped, the smaller of the two blondes turned pale eyes up to the bouncer, and she couldn't help a snort of laughter as her friend referred to her as a seeing-eye dog. "Woof woof," she offered helpfully, grinning with quite a bit more confidence then she actually felt in that moment. Feeding off Maebe's mood, mimicking that easy arrogance. It was probably good she missed where Maebe's hands had disappeared to. A kiss on the cheek, and the man was stepping aside to usher them inside. "Thanks."
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 6:29 pm
The music had been loud even when they were outside. When the doors opened and they were ushered indoors, however, loud took on a whole new meaning. The air vibrated as music came slamming down against them from all sides, thumping so forcefully that it resonated in the blood. Maebe never let go of Peyton's hand, because she knew if she did, the girl would be lost to the jam-packed crowd that swelled all around them. No one allowed personal space, and yet as they moved it seemed like the bodies shifted and bent to allow them to slip seamlessly through. Maebe knew exactly where she was headed - to the bar. They made it to the long, neon lit bar, and two large men parted to let Maebe through. She in turn grabbed Peyton by the waist, and pulled her up to stand in front of her, pushing her flush against the bar itself with Maebe pressed back against her. " He will buy me a rum and coke." She informed the bartender, while pointing a slender finger at the man on the left. "And he will buy her - what do you drink, darling?" Neither men looked like they were in disagreement with Maebe's demands. In fact, it almost felt like they'd been sitting there, waiting for a girl like her the entire night.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 6:42 pm
Oddly, once inside, with the beat and pulse of the music pressing in around them, Peyton seemed a little more at ease. Music she loved, dancing she could do, suddenly Maebe's plans for them seemed considerably more appealing. Small fingers held tightly to the other girl's hand as they slid through the crowd to towards the bar, and she allowed her taller friend to draw her in so they pair of them were pressed up against the slightly sticky counter. Short as she was, the Sun was forced to step up on the little foot ledge that ran the length of the bar, but with Maebe standing so very close at her back balance wasn't an issue. "Same," she smirked, lacing her fingers together as she turned an appraising sort of glance towards the man on their right. He met her eye, and she grinned, brows raising in challenge. A year ago and she would have been flushed and awkward, but it had been a long year, the last few months in particular, and Peyton was just out of ******** to give at this point.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 7:42 pm
Peyton was not shying away from anything. The drinks, the men, not even her. She had been apart for a long time, hadn't she? She paused as she just watched the girl, and eventually took her drink and brought it to her lips. Her man, having kept his gaze firmly focused on any part of her other than her own eyes, rose his drink up in silent, leering cheer of her presence. He was thick - not big, not fat, just thick. His neck was the same thickness as his head, and behind loose clothing was hidden the hint of over-expanded muscles. A gym rat. At least he wasn't also overly tanned. She sipped her coke, and took stock of him, from head to toe. When she reached his eyes again, she realized they were a startling shade of blue. She winced, and pulled away to call for the bartender again. "Let's start the party a little early. A round of shots, and keep them coming please." She did not indicate who was paying this time, because the way her new friend was drinking in the curves of her body was signal enough that he would be footing the bill as payment for the view. She bent in to Peyton's neck and grinned, as if she was genuinely enjoying the night. The first round of vodka shots came, and Maebe was downing them just as the DJ mixed a new song into the mix. She perked, and then her body twisted as she heard it. "Oh, God. This song." Not far from the bar, she'd already lost herself in the music, and the rhythm, and the memory of those god damned blue eyes.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 9:35 am
There wasn't much of a point to shying away anymore, was there? Noah wasn't there, he didn't care anymore, if he ever truly had. There was anger left, and hurt, and betrayal. A multitude of awful emotions and thoughts plaguing her days and nights, and all she wanted to do was forgot, even if only for a little while, a day, an hour, a few minutes. Shove it all away into a box, be free of everything for one fleeting second. Oblivious bliss. Peyton wasn't naive enough to think there was any hope of relief, but maybe she could pretend. Maybe if she focused only on the music, the beat of the bass, the burn of the liquor at the back of her throat and the fuzziness that would wrap like candy floss through her mind. The drinks were set in front of them, and Pale eyes fell immediately from the man that had been smiling at her and down to the rum and coke. There was no hesitation as she wrapped fingers around the low glass and brought it up to her lips, and it was sweeter than she was used to, easier to swallow down, and it was half gone as Maebe pressed in against the back of her neck, grinning, before clear shots were delivered and just as quickly vanished again. There was a hard bite to it, and the dainty Sun made a face as she felt Maebe slipping away from hr back. It made her turn, gaze lingering on the other girl as she swayed to the music, backing away, and Peyton followed, drink still in hand. Maybe the bar was new to her, but dancing was not. Peyton Stuck close to the other blonde, and she let the music wash over her, moving, hips swaying and body rolling. This she knew, this she was good at, and as they danced she drank.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 6:40 pm
The club was not ready to handle two lovely little ladies dancing their pain away on the dance floor. They were enveloped into the fold, short enough to disappear in the haze of bodies and sweat and drugs and alcohol. Maebe closed her eyes, and her hands lifted into the air, writhing like a snake nestled happily within the throbbing heartbeat of nightlife. She felt Peyton against her, and it brought a sense of security that lended to her comfort - which, on some subconscious level, disgusted her. She didn't want to be comforted. She didn't want to feel the body of someone who knew her name or cared if she lived or died against her. She didn't want to believe that she was not alone. But she did believe it. And she opened her eyes, saw Peyton rocking to the music, and sighed. She had the urge to tell the girl everything. To fall down sobbing on the dance floor, risk being trampled in order to vent out her sorrow and her twisted, pained heart. Instead, one arm came down from above, and rested on Peyton's shoulder. A man she'd never met, and never would, wrapped his arms boldly around her waist and pulled her body against him, grinding himself lewdly against her a**. His eyes were closed, too, and for good reason. Maebe did not even look affected, as this man used her. Her arm stayed on Peyton, and her eyes, open, but dead inside, watched Peyton. She watched, and waited.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2015 6:18 pm
They were quite the pair, really. Two sides of the same coin, if heartbreak was the mint. Maebe was sorrow and longing, she was deep pain and loss, she was the pain the dug in deep and anchored in the heart. Peyton was anger. She was rejection and insult. A pain born of a deed, rather than a loss. Her's would subside, she would climb her way out of the pit of hurt and rage, and given time, she would be fine. Wary, of course, but she would get over Noah. Baby blues were hard to meet. Bottomless and empty, haunted, hurt. Peyton couldn't quite decipher what she was seeing, but it it was worrisome. Her rum and coke steadily disappeared as the song played on, and when there was nothing but ice in her glass she handed it off to some random passer by to free up her hands. Maebe had slung an arm over her shoulders, and for a shimmering moment there was just the two of them, the music, the soft buzz of liquor. Then an arm appeared around the taller girl's waist, a body materializing at Maabe's back, and pale eyes widened. If the Moon had smiled, if she'd given any sort of indication at all that she wanted the attention, she'd have let it go. There was nothing. Peyton didn't know what to do, but she couldn't stand there and watch as some anonymous ground up against Maebe's backside as if she were nothing but a tool. A toy. Small hands came to light on Maebe's hips, and Peyton pulled, drawing the taller girl away from the man, and if he so much as twitched a muscle in a way that was protesting she'd stop it was a seething look around Maebe's shoulder.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2015 6:26 pm
Maebe never let Peyton out of her sight. When she pulled, Maebe conceded, her body moving willingly. The man did not concede however, and he moved with them, matching Peyton's scathing look with a leery one of his own. But it was Peyton's reaction that Maebe had been looking for, and she fed on it in order to compensate for the lack of her own. She traded her numbness for Peyton's rage, and turned her body around to face the man that looked like he was almost done with her. "Sorry, sweetheart. The lady said no." Maebe offered the man a connection that she still retained, which was the equalization of pain to pleasure. She did this by kneeing him in the nuts just as it seemed like he had completed his use for her, sending him writhing to the ground with incomparable pain. She grinned devilishly, and then stepped back, picking Peyton up by the waist and shuffling her as far away as possible. By the time they reached the edge of the bar again, she was laughing. She picked up the shots that she'd left behind, and in between hollow barks of laughter she took them all, one by one, without pause. There were seven. The man who'd bought them whistled. "HEY." She screamed out over the music to the bartender. "Line them up again." Thaw was making this whole drunk business harder than it had to be.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2015 7:20 pm
There was a strong possibility that Peyton would have gotten them kicked out of the club if Maebe had not taking the initiative to knee the guy in the balls. Pey's solution would have been a a tiny fist angled at his face, and that could have ended in a broken jaw and a whole mess of troubles. All things considered, the a*****e had gotten off easy. Not that he had the capacity to appreciate his good fortune. The sound of Maebe's laughter as they returned to the bar was something of a relief, and an easy little smile flared to life on pink painted lips. The taller girl tossed back shots, ordered another round, and the Sun was quick to claim three of them for herself, one of which was downed immediately. She could feel the buzz forming, already. A buzz was easy to reach, drunk was a tougher challenge, but it was one worth climbing towards. At least tonight. Anything to chase away the anger, to let her have a little fun, or even just forget why she was mad in the first place.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 6:04 pm
Getting drunk at a bar, when you were a beautiful, fresh young thing, was far more dangerously easy than normal. Drinks kept showing up, already paid for, in front of them. Maebe never seemed surprised when it happened, and she followed the bartender's finger when he pointed at whatever patron was trying to get her attention with his money and his eyes, in order to raise her glass and let him watch her drink it. She tipped the glasses back, one by one, and her throat bobbed visibly with each gulp. It was a service to watch, in and of itself. But it meant her alcohol consumption was becoming an unchecked problem, leading to more than just drunkenness. Her body over-heated as Thaw tried to burn away the excess, working on over-time to keep her from killing herself. She continued to make his job harder by holding her drink out to a man sitting on the edge of his seat, who dropped a tiny fizzing tablet into the drink. It was an unspoken agreement, and she winked as she took it down whole. Dancing came harder, now. Her body still craved to move, but her mind wasn't moving fast enough to follow the steps she tried to make. In the end, she just swayed, her hands following the curves of her body. They reached out, finding Peyton entirely by accident, and pulled her up close. Now, her hands traced different curves, roaming freely and adventurously across all of Peyton's body.
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 6:17 pm
It was entirely too easy to lose track of how much they'd been drinking. Peyton had tried, at first, to keep count of not only her own drinks, but Maebe's as well. Eventually as more and more were placed before them, she lost track, losing her concern right along with it. What should have been worrisome meant nothing, everything was a pleasant blur, and focus was harder ad harder to hold onto. Maybe if she'd had less, was more aware, she'd have noticed the tablet dropped in Maebe's drink. She didn't, her attention directed down the bar towards a man holding his drink up in a salute as the bartender pointed him out to her. He'd bought her a shot, and she grinned at him, tossing it back, before she was being pulled out on the dance floor again. It felt like the beat of the bass was using her body as a tuning fork. It vibrated through to her very bones, and she gave herself to it, swaying, moving to the music, and when Maebe reached for her she went. Now was usually the time color flooded her face and she shied away, bashful. Tonight she didn't seem to notice the hands roaming along her body, or at least didn't mind. She altered the roll of her body, matching the ebb and flow of Maebe's movements. Her own hands slipping back, resting on curved hips, holding on.
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