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“You took my money.” Desdemona glared at the bouncer, because hell if any other tactics were paying off. No amount of hip cocking or batting her eyes was swaying this guy. “If you weren’t going to let me in, you shouldn’t have.”
The bouncer glanced at her, once more up and down - the girl decked in black shorts and a long tank top, her teal hair tied back loosely behind her head - and looked away again. “I take what’s offered to me, babe. Doesn’t mean I owe you s**t.”
And these were moments that Desdemona really, really wished Amphitrite didn’t have to be a secret; grinding this man’s starseed beneath her heel would have been much simpler. But no, Desdemona wasn’t allowed to do that, it’d cause a scene. Not to mention a lot of unwanted questions that would inevitably undo all the good work she’d been doing. It was infinitely frustrating though. After all this work to reclaim her power as Amphitrite, she could still be thwarted by a man at a club as Desdemona. (Was it any wonder she preferred life as a senshi?) She drew back from the delightfully noisy club (and shot the a*****e one last scathing glare) and sighed, looping her hands behind her back. “So much for dancing, “ she mumbled, to herself of course. Wasn’t like anyone else was listening.
The bouncer glanced at her, once more up and down - the girl decked in black shorts and a long tank top, her teal hair tied back loosely behind her head - and looked away again. “I take what’s offered to me, babe. Doesn’t mean I owe you s**t.”
And these were moments that Desdemona really, really wished Amphitrite didn’t have to be a secret; grinding this man’s starseed beneath her heel would have been much simpler. But no, Desdemona wasn’t allowed to do that, it’d cause a scene. Not to mention a lot of unwanted questions that would inevitably undo all the good work she’d been doing. It was infinitely frustrating though. After all this work to reclaim her power as Amphitrite, she could still be thwarted by a man at a club as Desdemona. (Was it any wonder she preferred life as a senshi?) She drew back from the delightfully noisy club (and shot the a*****e one last scathing glare) and sighed, looping her hands behind her back. “So much for dancing, “ she mumbled, to herself of course. Wasn’t like anyone else was listening.
The club was rocking tonight and Sidney felt it vibrating through bone and muscle when she was inside. It was like this only on the best nights, the nights she DJed for the crowds of alcohol- and love-starved people. All they wanted was a good time and that’s what she wanted to give them. If she got a good time out of it, hey! Bonus.
Things had gotten a little hard edged, so Sid had take a break from the table, slapped up one of her specially crafted playlists, and slipped outside to have a smoke. It was blessedly cooler out here and the young woman plucked at the front of her slashed up t-shirt to fan herself. Out of a pocket came the little wood box she favored when she needed to be discrete, and from that a little metal tube a few inches long and no thicker than a pencil. A few taps into the well beside the nook where it rested and Sid tucked it between her lips, her trusty little bic flickering up a merry little flame to deliver the soothing THC straight to her system.
The wall she pressed her shoulder-blades to vibrated with the base inside, but it was a pale imitation of the experience of being inside. A glance at the time confirmed half the night gone by. Another few hours to go yet before she could call it quits and get off the clock. A maybe one more break in that time for another smoke, if everything went as planned.
Brushing her rainbowed hair back, Sid glanced up the alleyway from the back door she held propped open with one steel-toed boot and blew a stream of blue smoke to blurr the image of people walking by out on the street. Customers going to and from the club,no doubt. It was probably hopping up there, it looked like the line stretched right past the alley opening and down the sidewalk… She remembered fondly the nights of waiting in lines like that, even if she hadn’t needed to much. She’d always known people who knew people to get her and Ice into anywhere they wanted to be. There was no more Ice to get smashed with any more, but her way in was the back door way now. Life went on. Maybe she’d even get lucky tonight and get someone or something to help her forget.
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It was just sheer luck that as she turned to head back - or maybe try a different club - Desdemona happened to catch sight of a shock of rainbow hair down the alleyway. Even if it’d been anywhere else, she would’ve been intrigued. That hair, her clothes, her stance, all demanding attention. The fact that her foot was tucked neatly in the door, propping it open and giving the tiniest slither of a glance of the world that’d been denied to her, was just the icing on the cake.
In any life, Amphitrite had never been exactly shy - just nowadays she was more aware of what difference her stance could make, the tone of her voice, the way she looked at someone even. It was a limited awareness; she was still young, even if she had proclaimed herself adult in the eyes of the law (and considered herself to be more than that for what she’d seen and done), she was still learning what she was actually capable of.
Though, that was part of the thrill.
“Hello, “ she called, slipping down into the alleyway, her hands still tucked behind her back and a coy smile on her face. Desdemona bit her lip for a moment and eyed the door, then the woman. “I’m so sorry to bother you gorgeous, but I lost my friends inside, and now that a*****e of a bouncer won’t let me go find them - is there any way you could help me?” I’d make it worth your while, hah, no - that seemed a little much.
In any life, Amphitrite had never been exactly shy - just nowadays she was more aware of what difference her stance could make, the tone of her voice, the way she looked at someone even. It was a limited awareness; she was still young, even if she had proclaimed herself adult in the eyes of the law (and considered herself to be more than that for what she’d seen and done), she was still learning what she was actually capable of.
Though, that was part of the thrill.
“Hello, “ she called, slipping down into the alleyway, her hands still tucked behind her back and a coy smile on her face. Desdemona bit her lip for a moment and eyed the door, then the woman. “I’m so sorry to bother you gorgeous, but I lost my friends inside, and now that a*****e of a bouncer won’t let me go find them - is there any way you could help me?” I’d make it worth your while, hah, no - that seemed a little much.
If Sidney had had dog ears, they would have perked at the sound of a young voice calling her gorgeous and the DJ left off taking another hit to give the speaker her full attention.
Young, as she had thought, but sweet faced with tanned skin and teal hair. It reminded her of candy and Sid wondered if she tasted sweet when you licked her. It was sad she looked like jailbait, though she was hardly one to talk.
"Aw, did Justin not let you through the front door?" Sid cooed, a broad smile on her pierced lips. "I can't say I blame him too much... How old are you? Justin's got a kid at home, he can't afford to lose this job."
Which was probably the only reason she hadn't banged his brains out yet, and honestly, she still would. His old lady was a drag though... Sid was not looking to get in a catfight over a slice of beef, you know? Lots of other meat on the table. The DJ gave the girl another look over with a half smile, admiring her hips in those shorts. Black looked way good on her.
"You smoke?" She asked casually, wiggling the little metal tube. It was probably unlikely this one was going to tattle... Not when she was trying to sneak herself into a club over her age limit. Stoner habit; share when you smoke, and already she was feeling warm and bubbly again. This last eighth had been a good bit... She'd have to go back to that guy.
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Desdemona really did enjoy eyes on her. There was something so… thrilling about the way people looked at her. Especially when they were people like this, edgy and stunning, not just some creep on a street corner who’d had too many drinks spotting her in her fuku in the dead of night. Tilting her head to a side, subtly admiring the stranger’s piercings, she couldn’t help but note how utterly small and slender she was up close… but her personality, her presence, it carried.
A kid. Literally none of her concern. But she smiled on regardless, sidling a little closer, and her smile was mischievous. “Would you believe twenty-one?” She laughed softly, untangling her fingers and smoothing down her shirt. “Eighteen - really, it’s so silly - “ Desdemona hooked a thumb into a front pocket of her shorts, “Don’t you think? That I’m old enough for almost anything except this, ” and she motioned to the door with a nod of her head, sighing, but the playfulness never left her eyes, just like her gaze never really left the woman and her rainbow hair.
At the question, Desdemona edged closer again, leaning against the wall close enough to where the woman was standing that she could feel warmth radiating off of her. “I’ve never tried it, “ she answered honestly, or she hadn’t that she could remember anyway. Perhaps to the stranger, it wouldn’t seem so surprising - what she did, no one could have guessed, but Desdemona was clearly active. Her arms, her stomach, legs, everything about her subtly alluded to the kind of power she was working so hard to achieve. That mischievous grin was back, and she laughed, winding her fingers together now in front of her and stretching, back arching. “Let me in though, and I’ll try anything once beautiful.”
A kid. Literally none of her concern. But she smiled on regardless, sidling a little closer, and her smile was mischievous. “Would you believe twenty-one?” She laughed softly, untangling her fingers and smoothing down her shirt. “Eighteen - really, it’s so silly - “ Desdemona hooked a thumb into a front pocket of her shorts, “Don’t you think? That I’m old enough for almost anything except this, ” and she motioned to the door with a nod of her head, sighing, but the playfulness never left her eyes, just like her gaze never really left the woman and her rainbow hair.
At the question, Desdemona edged closer again, leaning against the wall close enough to where the woman was standing that she could feel warmth radiating off of her. “I’ve never tried it, “ she answered honestly, or she hadn’t that she could remember anyway. Perhaps to the stranger, it wouldn’t seem so surprising - what she did, no one could have guessed, but Desdemona was clearly active. Her arms, her stomach, legs, everything about her subtly alluded to the kind of power she was working so hard to achieve. That mischievous grin was back, and she laughed, winding her fingers together now in front of her and stretching, back arching. “Let me in though, and I’ll try anything once beautiful.”
A laugh burst from Sidney at the suggestion this young thing was twenty one.
“Ha! If you’re twenty one, I’m six foot two.” She chuckled, eyes drawn to the motions of hands smoothing down the black tank. Sid’s eyebrows lifted as her smile became a smirk and she tucked her smoke between her lips out of absent habit. Her mind was totally elsewhere right at that moment. The girl edged closer again and Sid shifted her stance, leaning subtly closer. Realizing it was in her mouth, she took the one hitter out again, waving it at her ‘guest’.
“Sweet heart, this isn’t something someone makes you do.” She said, serious even with the smirk she wore. “s**t’s expensive. I was offering to share, not trying to strike a deal. But, since you’ve never done it before, I’m willing to help you out.”
Sid’s smirk widened and she waved a forefinger, beckoning the girl closer. “I’m gonna take a hit, and then I’m going to blow the smoke into your mouth. That way, you don’t get too much and we don’t waste my stuff, ok? Once we’re done, if you still feel like coming in, I’ll let you in through the back door and you can go find your ‘friends’. Sound good? All you have to do… is breath in.”
Magenta eyes were bright with challenge and tease, mixed with a bit of warm invitation.
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”No one makes me try anything, “ she trilled out playfully, thoroughly enjoying their little exchange. At the mention of an offer, of ‘help’, her curiosity was piqued. Without any other coaxing, Desdemona leaned closer, her head canted lightly to a side and her gaze quizzical (and, she hoped, alluring).
Up close, the smoke scent was stronger; it was intriguing, but no so much as the scent of the woman beside her, and smoke was a part of it, but there were so many other things that made up the woman before her. Kind of like her hair; if scents were colors, she didn’t doubt she would, in fact, be a rainbow.
At the challenge disguised as an offer, her smile was sly, with an edge of coyness that she knew people responded to. (Trial and error, learn and grow.) The way she flicked her tongue over her lips was deliberate, and Desdemona gave a soft laugh. “Okay, gorgeous. - sounds like a win-win to me, ” and god this was thrilling, wasn’t it? This unknown, these things that tiny shifts in stance and temperament could bring. Cinnabar was so right. “Give it to me.”
Up close, the smoke scent was stronger; it was intriguing, but no so much as the scent of the woman beside her, and smoke was a part of it, but there were so many other things that made up the woman before her. Kind of like her hair; if scents were colors, she didn’t doubt she would, in fact, be a rainbow.
At the challenge disguised as an offer, her smile was sly, with an edge of coyness that she knew people responded to. (Trial and error, learn and grow.) The way she flicked her tongue over her lips was deliberate, and Desdemona gave a soft laugh. “Okay, gorgeous. - sounds like a win-win to me, ” and god this was thrilling, wasn’t it? This unknown, these things that tiny shifts in stance and temperament could bring. Cinnabar was so right. “Give it to me.”
It was cute, how the girl postured and tried to seduce. Not that it didn’t work, but the effort was pretty obvious. Still, an offer was an offer and Sid never could say no to a pretty girl. She fully planned to take advantage of this opportunity, if her new friend was going to be so obliging. For a moment, she stared at the pink tongue that ran over her lips, lost in thought about what tongues, and in particular that one, could do if they were so inclined. Finally she shook herself out of, a wide grin stretching her lips.
Making sure her foot was still firmly in the door and she wasn’t leaning too far out, Sidney stuck the tube between her lips and lifted her lighter, striking up a flame from it with a turn of the wheel. A couple of puffs as she held the flame to the charred end set the smoke to rolling and Sid let the flame go as she took a deep, deep breath and held it. Shifting the one hitter to her lighter hand, the asian girl reached to hook her fingers behind the stranger’s head and draw her down and closer, till their lips just barely brushed. Eyes heavy lidded and knowing, Sid slowly blew out the smoke she held into the other’s mouth in a steady stream. As she held the pose, she eased the tug and threaded her fingers into teal hair instead, running lightly over her scalp to encourage her to stay where she was.
The slow, controlled hit sent the buzz straight to her head, but the DJ didn’t mind much, watching the other girl to be sure she had breathed everything in properly and to see when it hit her, if it did. Personally, she always enjoyed that expansive, relaxing feeling a good high gave her, the bubbliness that always threatened giggles if she wasn’t careful. Part of her mind wondered how the stranger would take it, but the other part of her mind was occupied with weighing her chances of being able to steal a kiss.
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Obvious or not - as long as it had the intended results, Desdemona would not have complained. The ultimate goal was obviously to get into the club, but the secondary goal… well, that look she got for the tongue trick left her feeling pretty ******** gratified too. From there, she watched, vaguely intrigued, as the woman with the rainbow hair make all her preparations, striking a light and puffing in the smoke. She was honestly half-admiring the way the glow lit her face and the way her lips moved around the end when those fingers hooked behind Desdemona’s head, beckoning her close.
She didn’t resist, her lids fluttering a bit as their lips nearly touched, and managed to see the look in the other woman’s eyes, a touch of unexpected heat rushing through her before the smoke could do a damned thing. Desdemona inhaled slowly, and she idly wondered if she had ever smoked anything before her corruption. Did it burn her throat? - was she imagining a burn, expecting that smoke should? - she didn’t cough or sputter. Really, that was the most important thing. Those fingers threaded into her hair, now, and she tilted her head slightly into the touch, making a shamelessly pleased little sound.
Did it effect her? A moment went by after the last of the smoke had been drawn into her, and Desdemona couldn’t say for sure. It was no sudden, rushing kind of sensation - although she swore she felt - lighter, somehow? - maybe it had - her lips curled in a smile. Really, the closeness of the other woman, the fingers in her hair... whether the smoke had done what it was supposed to do or not, it had still worked. Intended results and all.
She didn’t resist, her lids fluttering a bit as their lips nearly touched, and managed to see the look in the other woman’s eyes, a touch of unexpected heat rushing through her before the smoke could do a damned thing. Desdemona inhaled slowly, and she idly wondered if she had ever smoked anything before her corruption. Did it burn her throat? - was she imagining a burn, expecting that smoke should? - she didn’t cough or sputter. Really, that was the most important thing. Those fingers threaded into her hair, now, and she tilted her head slightly into the touch, making a shamelessly pleased little sound.
Did it effect her? A moment went by after the last of the smoke had been drawn into her, and Desdemona couldn’t say for sure. It was no sudden, rushing kind of sensation - although she swore she felt - lighter, somehow? - maybe it had - her lips curled in a smile. Really, the closeness of the other woman, the fingers in her hair... whether the smoke had done what it was supposed to do or not, it had still worked. Intended results and all.
For a moment, Sid hovered near the club girl, waiting to see what she would do and gauging her interest. She wasn’t pulling away, which was a tally in the right column. Was it Sid’s imagination, or was there a look in her eyes?
Ah well, it didn’t really matter, did it? Either the girl would be offended, shove her away and flounce off, maybe give her a slap for her troubles, or she was going to enjoy it and the whole ‘nothing ventured nothing gained’ would be proven right. Decision made, Sid gentled her hand in the teal hair and closed the last of the distance between them, taking a chance to press studded lips against the stranger’s. The kiss was light, more gentle exploring than demanding. Just a little something to taste the smoke on her lips and see if she really had read that spark of interest right.
Sid sighed when she pulled back, smiling crookedly and eyes lit up with mischief.
“Well, what do you think? Like it?” She said, her voice a little huskier than before.
frayedflower
moving this here <3
