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| Drink Up! (tag: Cara/Legless staff/ask); When life gets you down... | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 29 2008, 05:11 PM (432 Views) | |
| Emilia Deveraux | Dec 29 2008, 05:11 PM Post #1 |
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For the first time in her career Emilia had been left at a total loss. In the afternoon a young teenage wererat had been rushed into the hospital after an attack in which he’d not only been cut up brutally (so much so that he was missing chunks of flesh and muscle), but somehow forced to drink liquid that had silver granules in it. It had been a messy situation, having to hook him up to have his stomach pumped while also trying to see to the other wounds which had all been made with silver as well. During that time the woman had tried to glimpse into his mind to find out who was responsible, but he was in so much ain all she could pick up were small images and flashes as well as a few spoken words. From what she’d gathered it had been a group of rampant wannabe Humans First nuts who he went to school with. In the end it didn’t matter. With the machines failing to work fast enough due to some of the silver having already made it to his blood stream, the cougar had summoned her final resource in a hope that she could still save him. The healer placed all her concentration and personal power in trying to metaphysically and physically heal his already broken and poisoned body, to the point where she was on the verge of collapse by the time he redlined – the very sound in the room breaking her heart. He had been a straight A student at the local high school, had two sisters whom he adored, and loved playing the guitar... and he’d been outed as a lycanthrope and tagged only a couple of days ago. After having been rushed to the staffroom by a couple of nurses in order to rest and recover from the amount of energy she’d been placing in trying to keep him alive, Emi had gone silent and withdrawn. She’d never lost a patient before. Hell, it was almost impossible when they were all shifters. The staff who continued to go through the staff room and watch her began to grate on Emilia’s nerves though, so she’s retreated to her office. At some point as the afternoon turned into evening, Cara had come and found her brooding alone and suggested they go out somewhere. So after letting the wolfess call Marcy to let her know what had happened and that Emi might stay in the city that night, the two women were off. Emi’s intention – to get completely wasted. There were few places she trusted herself to get in such a state though, and after some thought she’d decided that The Legless Frog would be the best. At least if Grey was around he’d keep a good eye on the two women, and make sure no one did anything stupid. So here they were, and dressed in a slim off the shoulder t-shirt and tight jeans that made her ass look great (if she did say so herself), Emilia was grabbing her second bottle of Full Moon from behind the bar (it was great being a long time friend of the owner), as she raised her eyebrows at Cara, “How are you going there chere, need another one?” She grabbed one for the wolfess anyway before walking back around and plopping down in the large booth they’d taken up in the corner. Cracking open her bottle, Emi took a long swig before dropping it down on the table and raising an eyebrow at Cara. They hadn’t said much since leaving the hospital, and Emi was still avoiding the topic of the rat, “I cannot remember the last time we went out for drinks, everything has been so busy. How are you doing lately?” Emi knew about the changes in the pack, but she hadn’t seen anyone enough to know how much they were being affected. |
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| Cara McKinney | Dec 29 2008, 05:56 PM Post #2 |
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It had been a hectic day for the wolfess. The morgue had seen a spike in bodies lately, what with the recent outing of shifters who were being tagged and catalouged. Cara was bothered, of course, especially when the body of a particularly young wererat came into the morgue. She'd paused as she accepted the body, a faint but familier smell clinging to the body. Flipping through the chart, she confirmed her suspicions: Emily was the young rat's doctor. Frowning a little, Cara had wheeled the body away to be prepped before she headed upstairs to make sure Emily was ok. Of course, the young doctor wasn't alright. It had taken a little cajoling, buy Cara had convinced the woman to come out for a few drinks after work. She didn't want Emily to go home upset and depressed, which she obviosly was, no matter how much the woman denied it. Finally, the Emily relented, allowing her to call Marcy and explain that she was taking Emi out for a girls night. She'd also texted Jason, warning him he might have two drunk women to help home. At the end of her shift, Cara had popped into a bathroom to change, exchanging her scrubs for a tight green tank top and a yellow skirt, the only thing she had in her locker, even though it was a little chilly out. Yanking on her jacket, the wolfess met Emi in the lobby, the two blondes deciding to head to the Legless Frog. They'd said little over their drinks, Cara concerned for her friend and the pack, and everything that had come about in the last few days. Besides Nova, they had to worry about the new President placing human officials in charge of the preternatural groups; and Cara also had to worry about the tagging issue. She'd yet to go get her own tag, still debating on whether or not to get it implanted. Glancing up as Emily called out to her, she pushed aside the empty bottle of Full Moon before nodding. "Yeah, I'd like another." Accepting the drink from the blonde, Cara took a long sip, mouth half-cocked in a smile as she listened to Emily's question. "Yeah, it's been a long time since we've had a girls night out." Setting the bottle down on the table, she fiddled with it, shrugging a little. "Things...are alright. We've been Called...by this...hippie...vampire. Can you believe it?" shaking her head, the wolfess took another sip of her Full Moon. "It's ridiculus. Pack managed to run him off without any consequences, but...some of the things he said were...disturbing. What about you? How's your ever-growing brood of miscrents?" she asked, her grin widening. |
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| Emilia Deveraux | Dec 29 2008, 06:34 PM Post #3 |
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Emi was almost regretting not bringing a few bottles back with her, but she could always go back for more if one of the staff didn’t get to them first. Grey knew she was good for paying him for anything she ever drank, and she was regular enough at the Legless that most people were used to her by now. Though, it had been some time since the last time she’d visited – with changes going on everywhere life had just been so hectic, she often didn’t know whether she was coming or going. There were a couple of new faces she didn’t recognise though, she noted to herself. “We need to have girls nights more often,” Emilia nodded matter-of-factly before taking another gulp of her drink, thanking whoever it was who created Full Moon, for the strong alcohol. At least it was take a lot less before it started to hit her than if she was drinking whiskey – which she was tempted to also get to go along with it. Maybe the next round could have a few drinks in it. It was obvious that Cara was also tense about the recent goings on. There just seemed to be issues cropping up everywhere since the elections, of course it was only the preternatural communities who were really badly affected. Anyone who was considered ‘normal’ could live life exactly the same as they always had. It made the cougar doctor sick to her stomach – it was blatant racism, anyone could see that. As Cara mentioned that the wolves had been ‘called’, Emi’s eyes darted up at her, watching the wolf curiously. She hadn’t been entirely sure of what had gone on the night that Jason had been around to discuss the problems that had been brought forth with the new official who was apparently going to be running the pack. He’d simply just taken off with a few words – in the middle of their ‘relaxation session’ – and it had taken every ounce of her willpower not to check up on whether everything was alright. The concept of a hippy vampire pulled a quirk of the cougar’s lips though, “Hippy... so, does he only feed on vegetarians too?” The cougar snickered a little, perhaps the Full Moon was beginning to hit her a little sooner than usual – then again she’d forgotten she’d used a lot of energy today already. “I am glad everyone is alright though, you already know that my lot will back up you puppies if you need it.” An eyebrow raised as she was asked about her brood, and she shrugged as she took another sip of her drink, “Well, my kitties are always doing well – bunch of thugs they are.” She shook her head, but the smile on her face was full of fondness, “Apart from that, I have taken in Elena – a stray who was being used for things no teen should be used for. Its taken a little convincing, but I think she is settling and starting to believe she can have good things too.” Emi sighed and chuckled lightly, “And you heard about what happened in my office no doubt; it turns out I have a half brother I never knew about. Something I am still trying to get my head around.” The cougar began playing with her bottle as her smile died slightly, “I am still not sure what to do about Nina and school though. Her status is secret... but after seeing what happened to that boy today...” Emi trailed off as a frown etched itself on her features, before tipping the bottle up to chug the rest of it in one go, pushing the empty bottle aside once it was drained... “I think we need a lot more... anything else you want with the Full Moon?” |
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| Cara McKinney | Dec 29 2008, 07:13 PM Post #4 |
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Giggling a little at Emily's comment about Nova eating vegitarians, the wolfess took a long gulp of her drink, finishing it off. "Who knows. All I know is that he's not feeding on any wolves anytime soon." she said with a grin, sliding the empty bottle towards Emily. "We puppies can take care of ourselves. After all, who's always pulling you bad kitties out of your messes?" Grinning, the wolfess propped her chin on her hand. "Yeah, I'll take some whiskey, too." Shaking her head, the woman laughed softly. "I'd like to find one cougar who isn't involved in some seedy underground slash criminal slash thuggery. And one that you haven't adopted yet." The Geri grinned, shaking her head again. "And yes, I did hear about that little incident. Getting my Ulfric in trouble when I'm not around to back him up, huh?" she teased, leaning back in the booth. Cara had heard all about what had transpired on her day off, first from Kat, and then from Jason when she asked him about it later. The Ulfric seemed reluctant to share the details of the incident with her, whether because he was intensely personal or because he was worried about Emi, she couldn't say. Or maybe it was both; that was entirely possible. It was also possible that he thought it was none of Cara's business...which it really wasn't, but the Geri liked to be involved in these little things. Crossing her arms over her chest, the woman leaned her head back agaisnt the vinyl. "That must have been a shock, finding out you have a brother after all these years. What's he like? Have you spent any time with him yet?" she asked, watching as Emily headed over to the bar to grab them another round of drinks. "You might as well just bring a bottle of whiskeyand as many Full Moons as you can carry." she called, crossing one leg over the other. |
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| Emilia Deveraux | Dec 29 2008, 07:37 PM Post #5 |
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The confirmation that the vampire had been chased off without Jason having to compromise any of the pack helped ease Emi a little bit – she wasn’t exactly a fan of the blood sucking variety herself. She snorted lightly at the assumption that she had any messes she had to be pulled out of, “We are too smart to end up in ‘messes’ chere. Well... that, and we’re more likely to eat someone who tries to touch anything they shouldn’t.” It was no secret she was just as territorial as any cougar, and vicious. “What can I say; I love my little gang of outlaws...” Emi grinned widely with a shake of her head. As much trouble as some of her crew could be on occasion, they really were close still, and heaven help someone who messed with them. A mock look of shock came across her features in a ‘who me?’ fashion as she was accused of getting Jason in trouble without anyone to back him up, “Excusez-moi, you need to start watching your Ulfric a little closer. He is not as innocent as he pretends to be.” Emily wagged her finger teasingly as a wicked glint shone in her eyes. It was probably her prompting that did bring out his mischievous side sometimes, but she didn’t need to admit that. Though, if Aidan had shown up any later, then it would have been more than just an interesting meeting. Getting up, she walked back to the bar and grabbed a large bottle of expensive whiskey as well as four bottles of full moon as she still chuckled at the memory. She felt bad for having tranquilized both men, but what else was she supposed to have done? Emilia moved back to the booth considering the question about her brother as she sat the bottles down and grabbed a couple of glasses for the whiskey as well. “Unfortunately we have not had much of a chance to properly sit down and spend time together. He wants to meet Nina, which I absolutely insist he must anyway. If anything, from what I can gather he simply wants to make up for all the years we missed out on.” The cougar set the glasses down before turning to the jukebox beside their booth and selecting a few songs to start playing once the current one was finished. Sighing, Emi cracked open another bottle of Full Moon and took a large drink from it before setting it down to open the whiskey and fill their glasses. Picking up one of them, she held it up as though making a toast, “Cheers... to drowning our sorrows and...” She thought for a moment, then shrugged lightly, “... distracting ourselves from life’s shit sandwiches.” The cougar chugged the entire glass, gasping loudly as she finished it, and wiping her mouth with her arm, “Now all we need is some entertainment.” She grinned and chuckled lightly as she raised an eyebrow, “Drinking games?” Edited by Emilia Deveraux, Dec 29 2008, 07:44 PM.
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| Jocelyn | Dec 30 2008, 03:08 PM Post #6 |
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Sub Wolf / Poor Joss
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Joss eased out of the kitchen coming back in from her break when she saw a blonde coming from behind the bar with bottles of alchohol. Joss's mouth opened to say something, turning towards the bartender to make sure he realized. He had been marking down a tab of what Emi had been taking to make sure Grey got the money from her eventually, if she didn't pay up tonight. The bartender knew that she was Grey's friend and would be good for it. He looked at Joss as she was about to say something. Excusing himself from some customers at the bar to go to her. "It iz ok. Zhe eez friend of Grey." He told her quickly before going back to the customers filling his bar. Joss looked around to see that all her other tables were fine and decided perhaps she would go see if the blonde would like something to help soak up all that alchohol. When She saw where the Blonde went to sit Joss's nostrils flared. The back of the woman's head that she sat with looked very familiar, and with a deeper whiff the fellow wolf's familiar scent came to her nose. With it the scent of unfamiliar cat that seemed to be coming from the blonde poacher. Joss approached the table sliding the small single page menus infront of the women. She gave a small smile to Cara. "Well I'm sorry I wasn't here to help you with your drinks but can I offer you something from the kitchen?" Joss said. Then added with a smile. "I'm Joss by the way, I will attempt to be a better server for you tonight." She grinned. Closer now she got more of Cara's companion's scent. There was something vaguely familiar about it, nagging at her brain. She had scented it before. Not as strong no but perhaps on Cara? Joss tried to remember. |
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| Cara McKinney | Dec 31 2008, 06:27 AM Post #7 |
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"You would love that gang of yours all the way to the City Jail. Hell, you'd probably be there with them...and no doubt, Jason would be along to collect you and your lot." Grinning, Cara picked up the glass of whiskey, taking a long sip. "To shit sandwiches and those forced to eat them." she said cheerfully, setting the empty glass down. Picking up a bottle of Full Moon, she popped the top off. "It's good that he's taking an active interest in your lives, rather then just popping up and leaving..." An eyebrow raised with curiosity as Emily mentioned drinking games. "What kind of drinking games did you have in mind, Doctor Devereux?" she asked, lifting the bottle to her lips. Her drink was interrupted by a familier smell wafting over her, followed by the apperance of Joss at their table, dropping menus in front of them. She was suprised to see the submissive had an actual...job, since the blonde always seemed almost unable to function around the pack and everyone else. It was suprising that she could function here. Cara took another sip of her drink, mentally chastiing herself. Joss was Pack, Lukoi, family. She should have faith in the woman, like Jason did. Although the Geri was still a llitte angry at the fact that the Ulfric hadn't listened to her about Joss alone at the Pack house, proven right when they'd been Called, and Joss had been the first there. But that wasn't for tonight. She was supposed to be forgetting her fears, her worries. Pushing it out of her mind, the woman smiled up at Joss. "Hey Joss." she greeted the submissive, glancing at the menu in front of her. Her stomach growled a little, reminding her that she hadn't eaten in a while. "This is the Reinp-Reinha. Emilia Devereux. She's a good...friend of the Ulfric and I. Em, this is Joss...she's Pack so be nice. Don't eat her." Grinning, the bottle made it's way back to her mouth and she took a deep sip. "So I didn't know you worked here, Joss. Em and I helped ourselves with the drinks...don't worry about it." Edited by Cara McKinney, Dec 31 2008, 10:20 AM.
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| Emilia Deveraux | Dec 31 2008, 02:38 PM Post #8 |
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“Jail is for those who get caught, mon cher.” Emi giggled lightly, already the beginnings of a buzz taking hold as she continued to drink at her bottle of Full Moon. “Besides, I do not think I could get in any trouble without Jason right next to me already. You would have to come and get us out.” With the two glasses already emptied, Emilia quickly refilled them with one hand while the other guided the smaller bottle of shifter strength alcohol to her mouth. Oh yeah, she was definitely going to get drunk as quickly as possible. The cougar was about to consider drinking games when she felt the presence of another wolf approaching them and her gaze turned up to the other blonde. “Good evening, mon petit loup!” She smiled brilliantly, and then waved away the apology about serving the drinks with a chuckle, “Oh non, it is no problem. Grey and I go way back...” She trailed off as Cara spoke to the other woman, musing slightly as to where she’d hear the name before and her eyes widened slightly when Cara almost called her the latest petname that the Geri had given the Reinha. A moment later, she realised where she’d heard of Joss before and her eyes gleamed with the same smile as she offered her hand to shake. “Ahh, oui! I remember now-...” She cut off to snort at Cara at the comment about eating the smaller woman, though an eyebrow raised at Cara’s pause when she mentioned the cougar’s relationship with Jason, “... It is a pleasure to put a face to the name. How are you settling in the house Joss? I had intended on offering a hand in tidying it up or even visiting to say hello, but between work becoming more hectic and my little girl, I have hardly had a moment to myself even...” The cougar was babbling, but she could care less as she brought the Full Moon back to her lips and considered the menus that had been placed down. Did she really want anything that might potentially hinder the likelihood of being blind drunk as soon as possible? Considering she hadn’t eaten since trying to heal the boy... maybe it would be worth getting something. “Perhaps a couple of dishes of nachos or something? Something snacky, I do not want a full meal while I am attempting to forget... bad... things...” She shook her head with a chuckle at herself as she struggled for decent words, and finished the Full Moon in her hand, moving straight to the refilled glass of whiskey. |
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| Jocelyn | Dec 31 2008, 04:04 PM Post #9 |
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Sub Wolf / Poor Joss
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Joss turned to grin at Emilia as Cara introduced her. She looked a little confused as Cara called her the Reinha. Joss was not the most up to date on all lycanthropic groups and titles. She supposed she should know the title. She knew it was in the cat community but usually able to distinguish or recognize the scent she couldn't with Emilia. Joss's head tilted though as Cara faltered at the word friend. What did that mean? She didn't get to ponder to much as Cara mentioned the Pack and Joss had to jerk her head around to see if anyone was close by and paying attention. Since the new laws had come down she was particularly paranoid about something happening at work. Not wanting Grey to be outed, or anyone she cared about. Luckily there was no one about but them and a few other lycanthropes. One human at the bar but she seemed to be happily conversing with another lycanthrope, holding his hand in fact so it all seemed safe. Suddenly the rest of what Cara said sunk in and Joss turned frightened eyes back at Emi. She wouldn't eat her would she? Joss was a little too guillable sometimes. She realized quickly it was a joke and nodded demurely. A little ashamed that Cara seemed so surprised she could hold a job. "I don't want to be forever indebted to Jason. I'd rather help out where I can too. Matt could eat us all out of house and home." Joss said. Plus she wanted to provide for the pack to. She didn't want to be seen as just a user. She nodded and smiled at Emi's jubilant hello and explaination of knowing Grey. "The bartender informed me." She interjected. A genuine smile formed on Joss's face as Emi went on to explain and ask about the house and how she was settling apologizing for not coming to help or check it out. When she mentioned her little girl it all clicked for JOss. This was Jason's girlfriend... significant other. Was she not suppose to know? Is that why Cara had said friend? JOss tucked it away but didn't say anything. Emi was certainly gorgeous. And if she had a daughter she was sure Jason cared for them both. Joss had to smile. She could see them together. A tight pang of jealousy hitting her. Not that Jason was attatched just the normal jealousy of a single girl feeling lonely. Joss thought to ask if they were celebrating something as they were both equaling downing a hell of alot of alchohol but it was not her place to ask. She nodded and gave a sympathetic frown as Emi answered her unasked question anyway. It was not a good day and they were trying to forget. "How about a plate of Nachos, and the sampler platter wings, mozzeralla sticks, fried zuchini and some popcorn shrimp?" Joss suggested. It was basically all the munchie stuff they had on their menu. "Anything you wanna add Cara or are you just gonna share?" Joss asked. "And you seem to be set with drinks. At least for a few more minutes." Joss said a slight teasing tone in her voice. At work she was a bit more outgoing then she was amongst the pack. She put on a persona, an act here. She thought of it a little like acting. It got her through the day. |
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| Cara McKinney | Jan 2 2009, 02:55 PM Post #10 |
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"Yeah, better make it a double order or I'll have nothing to eat." Cara said with a grin, picking up the bottle of whiskey and pouring herself some. "Maybe later if you get off work while we're still upright you can join us. We're going to play drinking games." she offered, knocking back the glass. The wolf made a face, chasing it with a gulp of Full Moon. "And I'd tell the bartender to open up a new case of Full Moon too." she said, lifting the bottle up to her lips again to drink the last down. Grinning at Emi, the woman folded her arms on the table, leaning forward. "So drinking games?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow. The wolfess was starting to feel the liqour, her face flushing a little. Reaching into her bag, the woman took out her cell phone, slapping it down on the table so she could hear in case anyone called her. Grinning, she picked up another bottle of Moon, flipping the top off. Taking a long sip, the woman regarded Emi with a smirk. "Wait, before we decide what game I have to text Jason!" she exclaimed suddenly, grabbing her phone again. Opening a new text window, the woman typed out her message quickly. Thansk to the auto-spell on her phone, she actually got the message across that she wanted to get out. A giggle slipped out as she hit "Send", slapping the phone back down on the table as she picked up her bottle again. "Ok, so what drinking games you wanna play?" she asked, taking another sip of her drink. She was already feeling the liqour a bit, her face flushing more. |
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| Emilia Deveraux | Jan 2 2009, 04:03 PM Post #11 |
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Emi couldn’t help but pick up on the slight fear from Joss at Cara’s comment about eating her though the cougar simply ignored it for the time being, as it disappeared once she began talking. While drinking it was hard to block everything out but she tried not to analyse any feelings and such she that could feel from both either of the other woman – instead remaining focussed on the drinks she currently had and was downing very quickly. Pouring another glass of whiskey for herself, she glanced at the bottle, realising it was starting to run out already. “Yes, double plates of all of it, sounds wonderful love, hold the shrimp though... well at least one of the plate orders of them anyway, I am not a big fan.” She spoke quickly and almost in a blur, but not quite as she measured the small amount left in the whiskey bottle before holding it up for Joss. Her cheeks had developed a slight blush to them as well, the alcohol having hit her rather quickly already, “Andanother bottle of this... non non... deux bottles. Et oui, acrateofFullMoonafter, mercibeaucoupmoncher.” Cracking open another bottle of Full Moon after finishing something like her third bottle, she took a long swig as Cara slapped her phone on the table. That was a good idea. Emi reached down to her bag, only to remember she’d set it behind the bar before putting her phone in her jeans, and rolled her eyes with a chuckle as she pulled the cell from her pocket. While Cara started texting Jason, Emi considered the idea of Joss being scared of her before and decided to send one as well. The slap of Cara’s phone back on the table again jolted Emi from her thoughts and the texting and she looked up as she pressed send and considering the drinking games again. The Full Moon was put down, and whiskey downed quickly before refilled and left while the other drink was picked back up again and brought to Emi’s lips. The cougar didn’t even pay attention to how much she’d had already or that she was swapping between drinks like it was a necessity, “Games... games...” She played with her phone before setting it down and watched it absently... “Well truth or dare is always a good one... but it is boring when played normal.” Emi screwed up her nose and considered, “Well unless you get into trouble...” Tapping her phone, she considered a moment before a devious glint shone in her eye, “How long do you think it would take to get Soulja Boi here if we joined him on the game?” She giggled as a thought hit her... “Truth or dare... but it is all in messages... for instance... you call dare then you are dared to send something... you call truth, then you send the answer to the question... oui?” She chuckled again before taking another drink and shrugging... “And take shots: dare or truth taken is one, chickening out is three shots...” In the end they would both end up probably dancing on the furniture and too trashed to remember anything tomorrow, but for now it would start off as a nice quiet game... |
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| Jocelyn | Jan 2 2009, 04:32 PM Post #12 |
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Sub Wolf / Poor Joss
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Joss nodded, picking up the menus. "Double, no shrimp on one. Got it." Joss said. Blushing, her submissive nature peaking out as Cara invited her to join them. "Maybe... I might have to close. But thanks." Joss said her head dropping a little into a submissive posture. She caught herself though stepping back with the menus her head lifted. She lifted her head as Emi lifted the bottle of whiskey. Suddenly grateful for the french tapes Grey had leant her as the woman slipped in and out of English and french with a slight slurr already. Joss wondered if they drove here. She wanted to make sure they got home safely but she couldn't ask them for their keys. Not with authority. She'd mention it to Grey if he came in while they were still here but maybe a call to Jason wouldn't hurt. She nodded to Emi's request of more whiskey. They were big girls. And if they wanted to drink as long as they weren't driving Joss wasn't going to cut them off. She moved away hanging up the menus in their slot she moved to the bar pulling two more bottles of the whiskey and grabbing a small metal ice bucket she grabbed the last 4 full moons in the cooler and stashed them in the ice bucket with some ice. She returned to the tables with bucket and bottles. Depositing them quietly as they seemed to be discussing something about texting. Without a word she turned away back to the bar she got the bartenders attention. "I'm gonna go to the stock room and bring up another case of full moon and whiskey. Be back in a jiff." Joss gave him the heads up. Moving into the kitchen she quickly wrote out an order for the girls food and handed it to the cooks. Slipping to the side she picked up the kitchen phone and dialed Jason's number by heart. After she had left a message she turned quickly to head to the stock room pulling out the cases she stacked the whisky ontop of the full moon and easily hefted them up. Headidng back out to the bar she moved behind it. She ducked down setting aside the whiskey she ripped open the case of full moon and started restocking it into the cooler. She was rather invisible behind the bar as she worked. One would have to look over the top to see her, until she stood up again. |
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| Cara McKinney | Jan 3 2009, 03:08 PM Post #13 |
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Making a face at Emi, Cara rolled her eyes. "Whatkinda kittykat are you, not liking fish." she giggled, sticking her tongue out at Emi. At the explination of the drinking game, Cara let out a loud laugh, clapping her hands together. "Yeah, lets do it. Give my Ulfric a little excitement of not the sexual kind." she said with a grin, picking up her glass of whiskey. Taking a long sip, the woman smacked her lips and set the glass down as she spun her phone of the table. "Mmm..." “Lets see.” Picking up the bottle of Full Moon, she took a sip, licking her lips. “Truth or Dare?” she asked, draining the last bit of whiskey from her cup. An hour or so and a bottle of whiskey and untold amounts of Full Moon later, the two women were laughing, phones on the table in front of them. Cara had nabbed a bottle of whiskey for herself, forgoing the glass in favor of drinking fully out the bottle. Pointing at the other blonde while she lifted the bottle to her lips, nearly missing before she wrapped her lips around it, Cara took a hearty sip before giggling. “You’re boobsre so…huger then mine!” the Geri managed to get out before dissolving into more giggles. “Jason’s gunnabe sofreakedout when he gets our messages it’ll be great!” she said again, giggling more. The two woman were totally pissed-drunk to the wind by this point, having taken their game of truth or dare very seriously. |
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| Emilia Deveraux | Jan 3 2009, 07:44 PM Post #14 |
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Emilia had lost track of the time that had passed since she and Cara had begun their game, only thinking that she was sure she’d been wearing a different top when she’d arrived... at least she thought she had been. There wasn’t much she could be too certain of at the moment, after having nabbed another bottle of whiskey from the bar after she’d found herself on her ass behind there and being helped up by Joss. The game and the drinks had worked to help her forget why she’d even had to get plastered in the first place – she was simply happy for the buzz itself that kept her going. The snacks had been devoured long ago. Currently Emi was sitting on the table at the booth where they’d situated themselves for most the night as people came and went. There’d been a couple of people occasionally join them for a few drinks, then wander off but all in all, most were simply happy to watch the two blonde women as they had a party of their own in their happy corner of the world. Tipping her bottle back to take a few swigs, she was wiggling to the music playing in the background as she picked up her phone and keyed in another text to Jason about the nice artist who thought she had a lovely complexion and had offered to paint her, when she heard Cara’s question. Emi’s eyebrows rose and she looked down at her chest, “Oui, they are bon.” But she couldn’t see them very well while she had the sweater on (it was a really nice sweater), so setting the bottle down, she grabbed the hem of it and tugged it up and off over her head, slipping off the table to fall onto Cara as she did, squealing lightly. Once she managed to pull herself together, Emi looked down at her breasts that sat nicely in the purple bra and nodded, “Oui, I call them Wonderbreasts! Mamacatwonderbreasts, see?” Still partially on Cara, she held her chest so the other woman could see better, before reaching over for her bottle again. Standing, wobbily, Emi moved to sit back on the table as she brought the bottle to her lips, only to stumble, resulting in spilling the alcohol on her chest. “Gack!” She pouted before shrugging, “I berightback honey, need to washthisoff...” And so Emilia, knowing this place back to front, expertly manoeuvred her way as best as she could to the ladies’ room. She didn’t even realise that she wasn’t wearing anything over her bra anymore, it was nice and warm inside the pub anyway. In the bathroom she giggled as she leaned against the wall, drinking from the whiskey bottle while using her free hand to splash water haphazardly over her chest to wash the alcohol off. At some point the giggling turned into soft crying though, as the drunken cougar bent over the sink in order to hold herself up while she shook with heartbroken sobs. |
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| Jocelyn | Jan 4 2009, 04:45 AM Post #15 |
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Joss was about ready to pull her hair out. She had never imagine that two women could cause such a stir in such a short amount of time. She had tried unsuccessfully to cut them off by refusing to serve them any more alchohol but Emi had just taken it upon herself to fetch the drinks herself then. Jason wasn't answering his phone and Joss was getting frantic. She didn't know what to do. If it had been anyone else she might have laughed at first and then helped the bartender get them into a cab. An actually a cab was souning better and better. When Emi started ripping her clothes off again Joss moved towards their table only to be thwarted as Emi disappeared back towards the ladies room. Taking a deep breath Joss started cleaning some of the empties from the table. SHe turned to look at Cara. "I called Jason. If he doesn't show up soon I"m gonna call you guys a cab. I sincerely think this is far enough." Joss spoke softly as she brushed bottle after bottle into her arms. Joss had other things to say but she couldn't say them to the Geri. Let alone the Ulfric's girlfried. So she choose to just keep her mouth shut about how ridiculous they were looking. AS far gone as they were she really didn't even think they'd remember anything she said. But it was best to just let it go. |
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| Jason Young | Jan 4 2009, 06:09 AM Post #16 |
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The night had been normal. Well at least as normal as it could be for an Executioner. The target had been a vampire, a newly turned one from what the records had stated. Apparently whoever had turned him had not taken the responsibility to keep the creature under control and had killed and fed upon two elderly women who had been on their way home from the Park. It was tragic and within hours the order of execution had been given. In order to stave off boredom, Jason had taken the order and set out into the night. For the duration of the hunt his phone had been shut off while he had stalked the fledgling into a processing plant that had conveniently been shut down for the night. The vampire was feral and a danger; in a way it had annoyed Jason by the fact that the undead could be so careless, especially in these troubled times. Eventually the werewolf had managed to sniff out the vampire, the fight itself brief ending with two bullets planted in the heart before Jason had taken the head. Gruesome work, but it was done. Only after PPIT had arrived for the clean-up did Jason's night finally end and he climbed up and behind the driver's seat of Blazer. Sitting there a moment, glancing at the bit of blood that he had managed to get on his shirt, he reached down into his pocket to retrieve his phone to turn it back on. Absently he wondered if Emily had called him and silently debated on paying her a visit. He was feeling a bit hungry, perhaps he'd pick up a pizza or two on a way over her to house. The phone was turned on and within minutes of it booting up completely Jason's eyebrows rose as it flashed '23 New Messages' Had something happened? His brow immediately furrowed in concern as he began to navigate through the messages. While he read the text from Cara that explained they were out drinking, it somehow did not give him any peace of mind. After that it seemed the messages went down hill as texts followed from Emily and Cara about Jocelyn. The wolf groaned at the thought of them terrorizing the poor woman as he knew she waitressed at the Legless Frog. It must have been her night to work. Naturally his suspicions were confirmed at the voice mail from Joss as she explained that neither of the girls would be able to drive home. Jason was a little concerned about what had brought on such a binge-fest for drinking. Though as if it could get any worse, it did. A video of Emilia shamelessly flashing her breasts before falling over followed, a strange text from Cara about being... dominated? What? Oh god, did he want to know what Emily meant about something being 'big enough' to make her squeal? Probably not. Jason leaned against the door of the Blazer, making himself a bit more comfortable while leaning his head against the window while his thumb continued through the messages. The wolf snorting at the video of Cara giving her bra to a completely stranger and asking her to feed it twice a day. What the hell? Jason doubted he wanted to know what it was that would make Emily rich. Some how he doubted he wanted to know the other side to anything that Emi had sent so far and yet he continued on. Cara would turn dyke for him...? Emily? Yeah, moving on... "Oh man..." He murmured to himself at the video that popped up of Emilia making out with some random girl. His finger rubbed his forehead as he watch with a small smirk on his face at the same time. This was bad. But not before he bursted out laughing as Cara slurred Yankee Doodle. It was most definitely a video of ups and downs as Emily was next on the bar before she threw a pencil at the camera and started rattling on about Cupid. "..." He watched as she fell off before the video stopped and pictures followed, "..." Instantly his free hand smacked his forehead at the images of him decked out as Cupid. How long ago had that been? The image of him holding Nina jarred his memory right away, she was still a baby back then. Of course the messages that followed reminded him of that night and his desparate attempts to get Nina to go to sleep. Jason paused to scrub his face a moment, "Do I dare to keep going..." He murmured before he dared and hit the button, shaking his head as she had sent it to the wrong phone. As if Cara needed to see it. Speaking of, nothing like knowing about his Geri's sex life to brighten his day. The mention of the deck followed for some strange reason, "Oops... and what the hell?" He read that Cara wanted an extra attachment just to marry Emily. They were wasted. Had to be. The werewolf covered his eyes again as he broke out in a fit of laughter at Emily snorting like a pig. He was definitely keeping that one as he moved his thumb to hit the save button. He was nearing the end as Cara admitted something was big and perky. He rolled his eyes and wondered what that could be. Though he nearly froze as Emily described a fantasy of hers, it was a good thing no one was around or they might have seen his neck redden at the message. A break in the crazy came with a second voice mail from Jocelyn who was practically pleading Jason to come down and take the two drunks away, "What a mess..." But there was only one message left as he hit the next button and read that some guy thought she had nice skin and... wanted to hang it on the wall? Jason stared at it for a moment before he jerked his hand forward to turn the ignition and jerked the Blazer into drive. It lurched forward before squealing out of the parking lot. He knew she was drunk off her ass, for whatever reason he didn't know. But just the fact that someone liked her skin and wanted to.. hang it? His mind flashed to Silence of the Lamb and Buffalo Bill for some reason (not that it helped anything). The hunter green vehicle came to a stop as it parked on the street next to the bar. With cellphone stuffed back in his jeans pocket, he didn't even care about the bit of blood that stained his grey t-shirt as he headed inside and set to searching for Emi, Cara or Jocelyn. |
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| Cara McKinney | Jan 5 2009, 02:49 PM Post #17 |
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Hooting with laughter, Cara wrapped her arms around Emi, resting her chin on the woman’s shoulder so she could look down at her breasts. “Yah! WONDARBRESTS!” she said enthusiastically, poking said wonder breast closest to her. Giggling again, the woman wiggled as Emi stood up and spilled the whiskey on her boobs. “You shuldawait for Jason to lickit off!” she called after the blonde. Picking up the discarded sweater, the Geri yanked it on over her head, the fact it was inside out and backwards completely lost on her. She giggled, taking another swig of whiskey out of the bottle in her hand, watching as Joss came over and chastised her. Wait, that wasn’t right. Joss couldn’t chastise her! Cara was the goddamn GERI, not some little submissive wolf. Scowling at Joss, the Geri waved the bottle at the submissive expressively. “Joss! You shuusha! I’mmaGeri! You can’t tell me whatta do, I gotta tell you what t’do an’ I say you go home! It’s tooooooolate fer you t’be out cos there’s Novas things out there and you’ll be caught up and eated like a wolf steak!” Taking a deep breath, the woman took another sip from her bottle, before banging it down on the table. She was about to lecture the blonde more, but a familier smell and the sight of her Ulfric coming through the door had her jumping up and squealing happily. “JASON!” she yelled happily, stumbling over to the man. Wrapping her arms around him, she hugged him tightly, planting a sloppy-whiskey scented kiss on his cheek. “HAI. Emmm’sbathroom, shebe out soon, she spilled licker on her wonder breasts and didn’t wait foryoutocome lick it off of her and went to washit off.” she explained. Pushing herself away from the Ulfric, her eyes widened as she slapped his chest, unknowingly how hard she did it. “Didjo know Josstried to tell me whattado?! Shecant do that I’mmaGeri!” she said, waving her finger in his face. “Justlikei can’ttellu wanata do! Least imanot apposed to.” she said with a giggle. |
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| Jason Young | Jan 5 2009, 03:45 PM Post #18 |
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“JASON!" The dark haired man whipped around just in time before Cara stumbled into him and wrapped her arms about him, "Oof!" He barely had time to react before she went so far as to give him a wet kiss on the cheek, the heavy scent of alcohol rolling off her breath. It was so thick that it nearly gagged him as his sensitive nose took it in. His eyebrows rose at how much the Geri had been drinking before she set right into her drunken rant. “HAI. Emmm’sbathroom, shebe out soon, she spilled licker on her wonder breasts and didn’t wait foryoutocome lick it off of her and went to washit off.” Jason nodded slowly, having to take a moment just to convert her drunk speech to english. Those his eyes darted back toward the bathroom, relieved that Emily was in there instead off with some Buffalo Bill person who wanted to use her skin or hang it up on a wall or whatever the hell her last text message had meant, "I see... looks like you two are having quite a party." About that time she gave his chest a good whap that made a popping sound while mildly stinging his skin under the thin grey t-shirt he wore. He winced a little while arching an eyebrow at her, “Didjo know Josstried to tell me whattado?! Shecant do that I’mmaGeri!” His eyes crossed briefly as he followed the wagging finger in his face, as if she was admonishing him in the middle of her rant, “Justlikei can’ttellu wanata do! Least imanot apposed to.” Looking around for Joss, he wondered if the young girl had been ready to pull her hair out the last time she called him. Not to mention it was rather amusing to him that the submissive girl had taken the initiative in an attempt to cut the two women off. But considering they were three sheets to the wind, it was far from an easy task to accomplish, "I think it's about time to call it quits..." He offered her a small apologetic smile while gesturing her toward the booth with one hand, "... and I'm going to check on Emi. Don't break anything." Shortly after he departed from Cara he headed back to the bathroom. He was curious, wondering what it was that had forced them all to drink so heavily. Jason leaned against the door before rapping on it with his knuckles, "Emilia? It's Jason." Despite being a woman's restroom, the man went ahead and pushed the door open to step inside, "So what's the special occas--... Emily?" His eyes fell upon her leaning over the sink and the sound of her crying reaching his ears. He didn't even feel his legs move but he was right at her side with a hand placed gently on her back while he leaned over with her, "Emily, what's wrong?" |
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| Emilia Deveraux | Jan 5 2009, 09:32 PM Post #19 |
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What was she doing? Emilia was so far gone that she didn’t even know anymore. A moment ago she’d been fine, laughing away with Cara and having a ball of a time, and now she was slumped over the sink in the bathroom crying her eyes out. It had been sudden and unexpected, but now that it was happening she couldn’t stop, as much as she wanted. The whiskey bottle now empty, she dropped it unceremoniously in the bin by the sink before scooping up water in both hands to splash her face... until she lost it again and found herself shaking over the running water. The blonde didn’t hear the knock on the door or Jason calling her from outside, but the moment she heard someone else enter the bathroom, she cupped more water to wash her eyes and face. She jumped slightly when a hand touched her back, but the very familiar and comforting scent that accompanied it soothed her as she took a breath and pushed herself up shakily, turning her head to smile at Jason, “I mayhavedrank... tooooooo much.... mebbe” A light giggle left her as a perfected grin she used years ago after Ely’s death brightened her features, right before she threw herself at the wolf, arms wrapping over the back of his shoulders and neck in a tight hug. Burying her face in the side of his neck, she breathed deeply before planting a kiss on his flesh there and murmuring softly, “Iam solucky you found me...” Though, another scent made it to her nostrils and they flared anxiously as she pulled back slightly to look the wolf over, while clinging to his arms to steady herself. Her eyes flashed golden at the blood stain on the front of his shirt and she stared up at him, “Whathappened, isssblood! Jasonwhathappened...” The blonde began to tremble slightly. Oh gods, if anything ever happened to him like what happened to the boy today, what would she do? Somewhere a rational part of her knew it wasn’t his blood on him, but she could only remember struggling to keep the fourteen year old alive. Biting her lip, Emilia stared at his shirt again before clutching him again, pulling herself against him as much as possible, “Don’t leave, don’t goawayokplease...” Her voice was muffled against his chest before she raised it up to look at him again, her hands moving up to cup his cheeks at she pouted solemnly at the wolf, “Please.” The word was whispered before she brought her lips up to brush against his lightly, the scent and taste of him distracting her from the more worrisome thoughts that had been plaguing her while more than just a bit intoxicated. It was the perfect distraction. An impulse struck her – not an uncommon one – to consider some public fun and she smiled wickedly at the wolf before trailing slow smaller kisses along his jaw to his earlobe, which she nipped playfully as her fingers began to rake down his chest and torso to the top of his pants... ... and then her legs went from under her as a giddy spell hit, the world going a little shady as she slumped against the wolf, "Mmnnnigosleep herrrre.. k..." Edited by Emilia Deveraux, Jan 5 2009, 10:16 PM.
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| Jocelyn | Jan 6 2009, 08:07 AM Post #20 |
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Sub Wolf / Poor Joss
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Joss said nothing as Cara slurred about her not being able to tell her what to do. And Cara in turn telling her to go home. Had she not been on Grey's clock, had Cara not been blitzed Joss might have obeyed. As it was the reminder of Vampired roaming did nothing to help the upcoming walk home that Joss had to look forward too. Blowing some of her hair out of her face she turned her back on the Geri to take the empties away. Joss was dropping the empties in the bin behind the bar when she heard Cara's call, announcing Jason's arrival in the bar. Her shoulder's slumped in releif as the glass bottles clattered against each other in the bin as she dumped them down. Jason would make everything better. She watched Cara practically pounce on the Ulfric and start slurring about where Emi was and again the complaint about Joss telling her what to do. She knew it was all drunk talk and Cara would probably appreciate what Joss had tried to do when she was sober... if she remembered. Joss actually had to shake her head and laugh a little. Now that she could. Now that someone was here to take responsibility and she didn't have to worry about Cara and Emi. Joss had only stepped up and tried to take control because she cared about her pack and who her pack cared about. She knew that Cara and Emi hadn't been in their right minds and Joss didn't want to leave them so vulnerable. She had tried and failed to coral them but now the stress of trying to do a job the submissive was unable to do was off her shoulders. She gave a small nod to Jason as he passed the bar to head towards the bathroom. She'd keep her eye on Cara still till Jason got his woman out of the bathroom. Better him then her as far as Joss was concerned. Emi was nice but there was something about her, even drunk, that scared Joss a little bit. Something unseen unknown just an instinct that Joss should be wary around her. |
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