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Post by chase on Apr 20, 2012 16:00:32 GMT -5
The night air was filled with the booming bass of music and the smell of weed and booze. Somewhat typical Saturday night he guessed as he walked up to the caves. He could see the lights shining from the inside. It kind of gave the mouth of the cave an eery glow, which would've probably creeped some people out but it just reminded Chase of the dorms a little bit. He entered the caves to see people dancing, drinking and smoking. Yeah it was the usual Saturday night alright. He walked over to a makeshift table they had set up in the corner that was filled with booze and grabbed himself a cup. He poured a shot of whiskey in the cup, then chased it with Coke.
Everyone else was drinking beer, but Chase hated that shit. It was gross and had the worst taste ever. If he had to compare his element to a drink, it would definitely be whiskey. Beer fit the more...distasteful elements that were around. His eyes scanned around, not a single Water or Earth, it was mostly Fire and Thunder with a few Winds here and there. Which didn't bother him at all, it was good that those other types weren't here. It meant that he could actually have a good night. He raised his cups to his lips and took a sip, his throat stinging a bit as the alcohol went down. He liked it though, it felt good. Tasted good too. With a smile he headed out into the crowd, saying hi to few people he knew and chatting up a few girls, getting their numbers while he was at it. It was what the man did. He glanced around once more, two of the people he had expected see, he hadn't seen at all.Altair and Rowena, he was kinda hoping they'd show or at least one of them anyways. |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Apr 21, 2012 11:21:21 GMT -5
Altair jumped down from her Chevy, flicked ash on the tarmac and watched as it burned away. She still missed her Ducati, even though she traded it months ago. One day, she'd be able to get her baby back. It was looking good, her contract paying a decent amount. Still living in that shitty apartment. It was the one they had lived in since coming to Canada, the one with the whole in the door, a constant reminder of the missing piece. Maybe the two of them should look into moving to a better place. For Altair's bike, of course. Now she drove around in her pick-up truck.
The girl brushed some ash off of the top she wore, her jeans skin tight, heels strappy. She would be wearing them all night. A lot of girls took them off after a few hours, but she had worked in them for a while. She was used to them. Altair checked the mirror, but she already knew she looked fly. Her eye shadow and mascara were never to heavy, she didn't need foundation for her skin, it was like she'd been born to be a model. Heels clicked against the pavement as she walked up to the house, and she knew it was the house thanks to the pounding bass line. Her friend said she was going to be there, and Altair figured she might as well crash.
She headed to the table of booze, poured herself some Schnapps into one of the red plastic cups. She wanted to get hammered, it was one of her favorite activities. But she didn't need to get hammered to do stupid shit, it was just more pleasant for her. Like the high she used to get from the Vicodin. Sometimes she got a craving for it, but she knew better than to heed the devil's call. Merging into the crowd, not minding the brush of hips and arms and legs, she found a familiar face. "Oi, Chase, this party's for the cool kids," she greeted him wryly, lifting a white eyebrow. "Who invited you, love?" She took a sip from the cup, expertly side-stepping someone walking past her, or rather barreling past her.
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Post by chase on Apr 21, 2012 12:01:07 GMT -5
Chase turned at the sound of British accent calling his name, something about cool kids only is what he heard. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he saw the blonde walking towards him, "Just the person i wanted to see." He did a mock bow, bent at the waist he looked up at her and shot her a smile, "Your Majesty, Queen of the Fires." With a chuckle he stood straight and took another sip of the drink, he was actually glad she showed up. Now he had someone that he could mess with a little, Altair was always fun to trade blows with.
"Well to tell the truth I wasn't invited. Just thought I might catch you here, love." He tried his own imitation at a British accent, while it wasn't bad it still wasn't on par with Altair's. "Guess I can't pull off that sexy accent of yours after." He shrugged his shoulders, then tossed an arm around hers and started walking. "I like what you're wearing tonight, it's..." He tried to find the right word, exotic wasn't what he was looking for. And while it was classy it still wasn't formal. It was more of a, "Fuck it, I'm just gonna straight up say it's sexy."
Chase wasn't one for words or beating around the bush, so just throwing it out there like that was his style. If they didn't like it, well fuck 'em. Not like he needed them. "So what's my Queen doing in a place like this, don't you have better places to drink at? Maybe a fancy little club down the road?" As they walked by a group of people, he noticed a neatly rolled joint tucked behind some guys ear and reached over and slipped it from its cradle. The guy didn't even notice. Chase brought the spliff to his lips and raised a finger to it lighting the end and inhaled sharply. He removed it from his lips, took a deep breath then held it out to Altair. He wasn't sure if she smoked weed, but it would be impolite to not ask, "Want some?" It wasn't something he did often, but he felt like getting high tonight. |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Apr 21, 2012 12:58:28 GMT -5
Altair blinked when he bowed. Shitfaced already or what? She could believe it. The girl didn't know how long he'd been here, what he'd been doing here, and she didn't care enough to ask. She just wasn't really interested in other people unless it was the superficial stuff. She lifted her eyebrow at his next words. "What kind of shit are you smoking?" she said flatly, really wondering if he was high or something. She could smell pot, a rather familiar smell. She smoked a few times, but didn't really indulge. She mainly just drank and smoked Marlboros and stayed away from the drugs. It didn't end well the last time she experimented, she landed in a jail cell with Brett. Well, it wasn't all that bad, she got to fuck his brains out and that was pretty nice.
She inclined her head. "What makes you think that I'd be at this party?" Altair questioned, her face straight. Only sometimes did that little smirk appear on her face. "Is it because of my reputation, doll? You buy into everything you hear?" She really was a cruel person at the best of times, wasn't she? Never really taking anything serious. God forbid you come to her for advice or something. She just looked when he linked an arm through hers, luckily not the one she held the drink with. With his compliment, an endearing little smile found its way to her face, one of her many fake smiles in her arsenal. She gripped his chin between her fingers, shook it. "Thank you don't you wish that you could be as sexy as me?" She dropped her hand. Was the thank you sincere? Was Altair ever sincere?
She tilted the cup back, took a long sip of the Schnapps, hoping that the alcohol would speed up and go through her system like she wanted it. Unfortunately she had a decent tolerance. "Didn't you say you were hoping to catch me here?" she said quizzically. "If there's booze, I'm in." She shrugged. Of course, he didn't know what she had been before. The fact that she worked as a stripper in a sleazy club, that she whored herself out to people there. She watched as he took some guy's joint and took a hit before offering it up to her. Altair took it in her own fingers, looking at it for a moment as if she could see the quality just with her gaze before putting it to her lips and inhaling. "Shit quality," she muttered. She handed it back to Chase. She remembered her old dealer, they still kept in touch a little bit, and he probably had some good ganja. "You smoke a lot?" she questioned, drinking the Schnapps.
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Post by chase on Apr 27, 2012 1:47:43 GMT -5
He brought his cups to his lips and tilted his head back as he took another sip, "Me? Nothing...yet." He hadn't been smoking but there was pot around somewhere. Chase smiled at Altair, "It's just something I figured I'd call you," The Fire Leader gave her a wink and walked over to her and laced his arm through hers. "What reputation? The one about you getting wasted and fucking everything in sight?" Chase gave her a quizzical look, "Didn't believe a word of it."
When she held him by the chin he frowned a little, now she was treating him like a child. He pushed the thought from his mind though, not allowing it to bother him too much. Yes, yes I do wish I was."He said dryly as he turned to face away from Altair, then he looked at her again before he offered her the joint. When she passed it back saying it was shit quality, he shrugged and took another hit before chugging back the rest of his drink, Yeah I hoped to catch you here. Hope being the operative word, I didn't think you'd actually show. Just thought there might've been a chance." His eyes turned on her, "Truth be told, I was hoping for either you or Ro." Chase took another hit before answering the blondes question, "No. Just once in a while." He exhaled and watched as the smoke billowed out from between his lips then dispersed into the air.
Chase held out the joint to Altair again, seeing if she wanted another hit even though she said it was shitty. His head bobbed to the music and he glanced around noticing a few girls dancing here and there, but still nothing of much interest. Chase turned to Altair once again, immaculate white smile on his face. "Dance with me babe," he said as he pulled her along with him. |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Apr 27, 2012 21:12:21 GMT -5
Being naturally distrustful, she was wondering if he was being patronizing or just being a douchebag. She met his gaze levelly with her freezing blue eyes. ”Good,” she said, her eyebrows lifting as if to make a point. ”Because you should know I don't need to be wasted to fuck." Fornicating was as natural and effortless a decision as picking out her shoes in the morning, eating cereal for breakfast. Alcohol didn't impair her judgment in that, she already had pretty bad judgment. Who cared, she was doing what she wanted.
Altair wasn't very perceptive of others, being as self-centered as she was, and she wouldn't have cared if she picked up any clues from Chase. She was disconnected in many ways. "So my sister and I are the lives on which your own hinges," she said. Unfortunately, she didn't differentiate how she treated her friends from how she treated people she didn't like. "How flattering." She knew the effect her sister and she had on people. Not just their physical beauty, but their personalities. As repellent as much as they were attractive. It was their aura, really. And probably their accents. Bitches loves accents.
She took another hit, feeling her body loosening up on its own. She didn't need to get plastered to have a good time, but it still helped to get completely wasted. Altair went along willingly, even though she hated being told what to do. She took another hit off the spliff, pressing her body against Chase's. Of course she knew how to dance, she'd done it for a living. Leaning in, she whispered, "You know, there's one thing I'm better at than dancing." The blunt was still between her fingers, and she kept her mind on it. Her hands didn't touch hi as she also held her cup, but she had the rest of her body.
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Post by chase on May 5, 2012 23:44:59 GMT -5
Chase smiled at her when she said she didn't need to be wasted to fuck, "True, but people do it anyways." Chase tapped his chin then glanced at Altair, "Actually I've never had drunk sex before, eh sober sex is still good. At least I remember it." The Fire Elemental gave her a half smirk half smile along with a wink as they continued walking, swerving in and out of the path of people like pros. It was something he was used to, and he was sure Altair was used to it also.
Chase chucked at her next comment, "I wouldn't say my life hinges on yours." His eyebrows quirked up then settled again, "More like, you two are the two of the most erotic, sexiest, attractive - and I could go on and on- girls at school, and I've yet to make a move. So I decided tonight if I saw you, why not go for it." Chase had stopped walking now, and leaned against a table crossing his arms over his chest. He was a straight forward kind of guy, he didn't really see the point in talking about shit he probably wouldn't do. Like telling a girl he'd love her forever or that he was astonished be how amazing she was. The cheesy pick up line stitch wasn't his style. "Though I gotta admit, things tend to be a little more interesting with you two around."
When they started dancing he kind of just let his mind drift. He was a good at dancing, almost as good as the girl he was dancing with. His mind wandered thinking about random things until she whispered in his ear and brought him back to reality. She had said there was one thing she was better at than dancing. With a smile Chase looked at her, "Well why don't you show me what that is." The smile on his face was suggestive, and the look in his eyes was filled with mischief. Chase had a feeling that the two leaders were thinking about the same things and if they were, well all the better. |
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on May 6, 2012 5:24:57 GMT -5
Her smile was almost charming. Oh, she could be charming, but she wouldn’t waste her time with someone who knew her so well. As well as anyone could know her with how little she actually revealed about herself. She didn’t talk about hopes or dreams or wants or needs. She talked about dirty jokes and the next party and how great it would feel to have a Ducati under her again. Simple things. ”People. Not me.” Altair wasn’t people, she was unto herself. Something grand. ”Any sex is good sex,” she countered to his wink and his smirk, believing this to be true. Sex was a good thing, a primal instinct, and any kind was great, even the kind you couldn’t remember.
Altair’s smirk was a tiny one, secretive, as if she were thinking something in that blond head of hers that she didn’t want anyone to know. ”So you got a thing for Ro, too?” she said, rather enjoying this tidbit of information. ”And you’ve yet to make a move on either of us? Wow, maybe you’re just…too slow. For me, at least. Don‘t know if I could go with a man who waits so long. Life is short.” She could be a tease when she wanted to be, when she wanted the game. She hadn’t done that when working. It was business then, only sometimes if the client wanted it. Of course, she didn’t heed completely to others’ needs. Altair did her own thing, she couldn’t be ordered around like a dog. ”You flatter,” she responded, lifting her eyebrows. Her and her sister were hot shit, she didn’t need that information.
She bit her lip, all the coy expressions in her arsenal. Altair was well-equipped for this, and she was still quite sober, even though the buzz was aiding in her fall. ”Show you?” she asked, her hand gliding down his chest. ”What makes you think I’d want to?” Such a tease, but this was just too fun to pass up. She couldn’t resist it, playing with Chase like this. She always enjoyed a game or two.
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