Old Enough to Know, Too Young to Care(Altair/OPEN)

[RACHAEL MARIE CALLAHAN]

The bathrooms were dirty, but Rachael needed an escape for a moment to think clearly. How and why was she even fifty feet near this dance? ’Desperation at it's finest,’ she thought wryly. Rachael glared at her reflection in annoyance. ’Just shut up and enjoy the ride.’ she told herself. Altair was fun enough to make her forget about the crippling age difference between her and the young ninth/tenth grades that had managed to find a date to the dance. Speaking of those little brats, a small young looking girl was stealing curious glances at Rachael as she washed her hands. A smile lit up her face as a brilliant plan entered her mind. Quickly, she reached into her clutch and took out one from her ever-present box.

Rachael leaned against the bathroom sink and held the cigarette to her mouth. Ignoring the young student’s incredulous look, she held up one of her hands with the thumb and forefinger in a snapping motion and put the other hand over it. To onlookers it seemed as if she was holding a lighter, and only Rachael would know the truth. Swiftly she snapped, the body heat and friction from her fingers producing a red-orange flame. The whole process took less than ten seconds, not even long enough for younger girl to form a decent protest. When it finally caught up to her brain what Rachael was doing, she started sputtering in surprise, much to Rachael's amusement. She placed the stick in her mouth, inhaling deeply. Rachael sighed, her breath copying smoke as it became visible.

"W-What do you think you're doing?" the little girl exclaimed. The senior just looked at her, taking a drag as she did so. ”Smoking,” She said bluntly. Rachael exhaled, the smoke blowing into her mortified face. ”Y-You know you can’t do that in here!” she protested. “Yep," She took another drag, and exhaled the smoke through her nose. ”But you’re not going to tell anyone.” The young girl blinked at her abrupt response, her mouth opened once before closing again. ”Why not?” Rachael raised her eyebrow, not quite believing that she would care if she got caught. Then she saw her eyes dart around nervously, as if she expected someone to attack them. She was scared that she would be punished too if a teacher saw her with Rachael. The older girl flicked the protruding ash down the sink before squashing the butt into the porcelain. She ran the water and watched the thing swirl around the drain until it finally sunk into the depths of the Academy’s plumbing. ”Because you don’t want any trouble.” she threatened.

Rachael hurried out the door, brushing past the girl who trailed after her quietly before finding her own group of friends. Her mood substantially better by the odd encounter, the fire graduate left the restroom and walked back to her designated spot. Pouring herself a drink form the refreshments she settled back into her usual self. With a drink in her hand Rachael made her way to the edge of the dance floor. Her eyes scanned the dance floor looking for anyone looking her way. She was on look out for the reason why she came. Spotting the white blonde hair once more, Rachael made it goal to get back to Altair. Through the short time they had known each other, Rachael had come to enjoy hanging out with Altair.

It had started out as a one-night stand at work but fate had reunited them. Second time around Rachael felt comfortable enough to say that the model was one of few people she didn’t want to hit upon sober meeting. Quite the opposite really. They had met a few time in between classes, exchanged numbers, and found it easy to get along despite their temperamental natures. With her end of the year paper out of the way Rachael was in better spirits and had much more free time on her hands. Her extra year at the Academy would seem like a breeze compared to her pervious two. Finally reaching her ‘date’, Rachael slowed her pace down and came to stand next to her. ”You had me at ‘Let’s cause some mischief’” she said sarcastically. It was Altair’s idea to invite the older student to the dance. All Rachael knew from the phonecall was that they were here to shake things up and that it would be worth Rachael’s time.

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NOTES: Take your time dear Stark
TAGGED: Altair/OPEN(For victims? lol)
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[ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT]

There was one real reason Altair wanted to attend the dance. And that was to show off. It could be described as her one reason for doing anything, her purpose in life. This was her last year in high school, and even though she couldn't wait to be away from the little assholes, it also was her last chance to go to prom. The main reason she enjoyed it was that she got to wear one of her designer dresses that she could rub all the ditzy little sugar plums who thought they were going to be the belle of the ball's noses in. That's about as much entertainment I can get out of them anyway, she thought dryly, folding back the fabric of her dress to adjust it. A lot of girls wore ridiculously bright dresses with garish adornments and patterns that made Altair cringe. The 80's came back with a vengeance, it seemed. She herself wore an elegant Versace gown, because what else would she be wearing? It glimmered in the light thanks to the beaded details, the soft blue salient against her pale skin and matching her eyes. She felt beautiful, but she didn't know how to feel ugly. That was the problem, she didn't know what it was like for someone to tell her she was hideous, and she let that go to her head.

Another good thing had to be the food, and she decided she would wait on that. She remembered the photographers comments on her weight and almost sneered. Like he could even tell, the jackass. Altair didn't want to think about shit like that when she was going to have fun, because she was going to have fun. Talk to people and try to start fights, maybe a cute underclassman to have her way with. There were countless possibilities and the prospect made brighter by the fact that she had managed to drag Rachael along. College students could only go with dates, and Altair was happy to be that date. She didn't have one last year and she didn't have one this year, either. Not really. And she didn't think it very pathetic. Because she had gotten asked, but she looked at them coldly, up and down, and made her judgment on whether or not they'd be a good date by what they had been wearing when asking her. Sagging pants and an Aero shirt? No thank you. She would -- not very politely -- turn them down. Rachael was not someone she felt embarrassed to be seen around.

And when she rejoined her, Altair nodded her head toward the punch bowl before walking over to it. Mischief indeed. She told Rachael, "Make sure no one's coming around." Before opening her clutch and pulling out a flask. 100 proof rum. It seemed like a terrible thing to waste, but she would enjoy the resulting chaos. At least it's not grain alcohol, hopefully she could avoid alcohol poisoning. Pouring it in and mixing it up some with the ladle she poured herself a cup and asked Rachael, "You want any?" She couldn't smell it mixed in the with the red liquid, but she would surely be able to taste it. And that would help the night even more, she bet. "And I need to get some food before I start getting in with these kids. I want to make at least one girl cry about her boyfriend cheating on her tonight." She said it flatly, because that's what usually happened by the end of the night. Or someone got head in the bathroom. Usually the stories surfaced the next day, or the week after, and she was going to be one of those stories. Well good, she looked forward to it.

[RACHAEL MARIE CALLAHAN]

A flask? Why hadn’t she thought of that? Altair’s intention wasn’t just to booze up herself, but to spread the love around so to speak. This reminded her of the brief scene in Back to the Future. Spiking the punch bowl at the Enchantment under the Sea. How very classic of the twelfth year. Her eyes scanned the immediate area, lingering on the unsuspecting teacher chaperons. She hadn’t seen a lot of the teachers since her time in the high school level. They probably wouldn’t remember the senior by now with all the time that had gone by. Rachael flew low enough under the radar to escape them while she was here as well. Was no one honestly monitoring the guests and what they were doing? What were they paid for if it was this easy for Altair to pull such an easy and overplayed trick? Spiking the punch was the first thing they should be looking for. Worked in their favor so jokes on them. Rachael wanted to see all the youngins trashed before the night was over. A vast majority of them probably were still innocent enough to never completely loose themselves to liquor. Even better. They’ll be shitfaced before the night even gets into full swing.

She tore her attention away from the crowd and gave the punch a scrutinizing look before smirking. ”Why not,” holding her hand out and taking the offer. She gave it a cautious sniff before taking the plunge. Rachael held back the cough it induced. She had underestimated the lengths Altair was willing to go through for a little fun. ”I was not expecting it to be that strong. Now I see you’re not joking around tonight.” Whatever Altair dumped into the drink was some serious business. She thought it would be something harmless like a cheap vodka or whiskey, but the burn left her thinking she was pulling out all the stops. What if someone got alcohol poisoning and had to go to the hospital to get their stomach pumped? Oh wait, Rachael didn’t care. Why not go out with a boom before the New Year. A little mindless fun never hurt anybody... that she cared about. ’Think of it as a welcoming into the adult world,’’ she thought as she pressed the cup to her lips once more. This time she was ready for the extra bite the red drink provided.

”And will you be the cause of that Altair?”she chuckled. ”I don’t think I can do that much damage without being dubbed a pedophile tonight,” commenting on how young some of the people looked. She wouldn’t even want to consider really engaging with any of the ‘young men’ for the evening. Not in the way Altair was thinking. ”But there are loads of other games I can play.” Oh, she’d flirt her way around, wrap some young boy’s heartstrings around her finger and then cut him loose. Just enough to entertain herself at everyone else's expense. Not like she had to deal with the fallout of what was going to go down. Nobody here probably even knew Rachael except for Al, so it was the perfect plan. Low risk and a high payoff, just how Rachael liked it. "Do you have an actual goal, or is this just for sport?"

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TAGGED: Altair/OPEN(For victims? lol)
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[ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT]

Altair grinned when Rach tasted the drink she had concocted. It was her signature grin, the one that was full of foul intent and mischief. It was her usual contenance when outright frowning. She could be agreeable, to a point. When she was causing misfortune for others. She looked to the bowl. It's not like too much damage could be done, simply by spiking the punch. It was all up to the people who drank it. She lifted her cup up, as if in a toast. "100 proof, I don't settle for any less." With booze, she didn't get much of the cheap stuff. She was often forced to drink it for parties, though, and nothing tasted as odd as cheap vodka. The Fire girl got used to it, however. At least it wasn't too hard to do so. But personally, she kept the good stuff in the cabinet at home. Beer in the fridge as well, of course. It was a vice she should have considered quitting, just like smoking and the drugs that had once held such a claim over her, but she didn't see a reason to do that just yet. Nothing bad had ever happened from getting drunk, not that she could remember.

She looked out at the people in their fancy dress, suits and skirts and tried to find anyone of interest. As important as first impressions were to her, she judged by what she got by a simple glance. "I'm not a bouncer, age ain't no thing," she said. Though she was nineteen herself, she had no meter to measure other people. "I mean, first I'd have to find someone who doesn't look like they've been clocked across the face by puberty." Of all people, Rachael was the one who should know how sexual she was, just by their first meeting. Her daily life consisted of eating, fucking, and fighting. She resembled an animal more than a human, runinng on primal instincts. A stag, probably, ironic considering how feminine she looked. Of course, underneath all the glitter and glam she revelaed that she was not so glamorous at all.

Altair laughed when the other woman spoke. "Oh yeah, you gonna play with some poor fella's heart?" She said it like an upperclass socialite. She actually had no clue what Rachael planned on doing, considering she would have been left to do her own thing tonight if Altair hadn't swooped in an said no, you are not. At the question, the younger woman simply took her arm and guided her along. "Possibly. But hat is my secret, and I'm not about to reveal my intent." She said it so seriously, that one could argue that she had a lot of secrets. She let go of Rachael and filled up her plate, contemplating just how much sport she had. Because really, did she need anymore reason to cause trouble? It was just for the fun, when it came to her. There was a seat at a nearby table with a few wallflowers, one a girl and the other a boy and it brought an idea to Altair's mind. She nudged Rachael. "Why not try to get him to make out with you outside?" she said, the grin still present on her face.

[RACHAEL MARIE CALLAHAN]

Following Altair’s lead, Rachael patted the arm that was guiding her along. ”Oh course darling. Nothing more fun than mingling with the little people.” A secret eh? She arched a delicate brow at the blonde as mulled over what that might just be. Maybe Altair just wanted to watch the world burn tonight. Fine with her, as long as she didn’t get burned in the end. ”Don’t break too many hearts,” she teased. If she were smart Rachael would grab something to eat as well. She wasn’t too hungry, but drinking on an empty stomach didn’t sound ideal. Picking up some cheese she examined the cube between her fingers. How long had this thing been out? Down it goes, she thought placing the cube in her mouth.

The raven haired senior’s eyes traveled over to the lonely kids table. They boy in question wasn’t ugly by any means. He was just…terribly average looking. Reddish hair, gangly, clear looking skin, and a suit that didn’t fit him or suit his ideal color palette. Someone needed to teach the boy that a cauliflower blue tie did not go well with his complexion. Ginger was stuck at a table with another socially crippled soul. Couldn’t he be bonding with her? Nope, instead he just sat there waiting for someone to come save him. ”Poor boy,” she kicked back the last of her drink before getting a new cup. With two cups of contaminated punch at the ready she gave Altair a fair well wink. No need to ask for luck, because Rachael knew she didn’t need it. The kid will probably replay the night someone like Rachael talked to him way into his late thirties.

As she made her way over to the boy Rachael planned out the best way to win him over. She mused a bit about how he must be feeling. He probably thought being at home was always so lonely. He couldn't stand it. But now, seeing all of his peers hanging out with their friends and having fun together made him lonelier then he ever felt before. He didn't belong here and he knew it all too well. He never belonged no matter where he was. Rachael knew how to ’help’ him. Cozy up to him and convince him that she was in the same boat as him. It’s be as easy as fooling all the folks who came into work. Rachael sighed at the thought and sat down in an empty chair along the edge of the table next to the boy.

Everyone else was on the dance floor already dancing with a date they had brought, dancing with their friends or talking to their friends about whatever came to them. The senior stared absently, hoping she conveyed the same look of longing he had watching the fun that was going on around him. ”Whoever said dances were fun was lying,” she feigned defeat. He looked at her and nodded shyly. ‘Come on, open your damn mouth Ging,’ she thought. Rachael sighed, casting her eyes down as she nervously traced a finger in circles on the tablecloth. ”Of course they probably came with a date though,”. He smiled at this a bit, one that she returned. ”I’m Rachael by the way.” She pushed the extra drink towards him. Anxiously wrapping his own hands around the cup to clear up his dry throat, he took a sip. His reaction wasn’t a surprise to her as he began to cough a bit. ”A-are you okay?” Rachael brought her hand up to the boy’s shoulder in mock concern. ”Y-eah,” he choked out. ”My name’s Sam.”

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NOTES:
TAGGED: Altair/OPEN(For victims? lol)
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[ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT]

Altair wondered how many hearts she'd broken in this life. It was the fault of the other party, should they have ever gotten feelings for her. But it almost made her snort. Who could fall in love with her, someone who saw the abstract concept, whacked it over the head with a shovel, and buried it with other things she saw as pointless. It was much more fun like this, seeing if Rachael would take her challenge. She liked messing with people, it was a kind of entertainment that she could really get into.

And she actually did. Altair watched with barely veiled amusement as she walked over to the guy, clearly to cause mayhem. The ex-leader took a few moments to focus on her food then, because that was one of the most important things about prom, as a matter of fact. It was good food, too, and she was fucking starving. The perks of being an Academy student, eating. Unfortunately next year not everything would be free, and she would have to be paying her tuition. That was fine, but she had to keep in mind that she won't be buying quite as much anymore.

She lifted her head to look at the scene in front of her, catching the words exchanged between the two. Well, mostly Rachael, actually. It was obvious the boy was a wallflower and that was one of the reasons that Altair had set her sights on him. It was easier to mess around with people who didn't have the greatest self-confidence. Which spurred her into her next exclamation. "Ask him about his dick!" It certainly resounded throughout a few meters and she simply went back to eating as if she had not said anything at all. Yes, this was most definitely for her kicks.

Seeing a girl in a nice dress walk by, Altair stopped her with a hand on her elbow, leaning back in her chair a bit. "Where'd you get your dress?" she asked, feigned politeness and an obviously fake smile on her face. "The mall," she said, the girl looking very uncertain. Altair nodded as if the mattered to her, and she was simply taking it all in. "You mean the mall in the fifties, right?" The girl walked away and Altair was left to laugh, almost like a gleeful witch cackle. She may have been enjoying this night a bit too much.

[RACHAEL MARIE CALLAHAN]

How long was this kid going to go on about movies? Rachael had finally cracked open this kid's shell to find out it was filled with sci-fi crap. Altair hadn't come to her aid, hadn't glanced at her while she called out to the general assembly. Instead she ran her over with a mack truck of a comment. Sam had slunk away, finding a way to sink lower into his chair as the dance continued around him. Even now she could still see the burn on his cheeks, could feel the shame on the back of his neck. His long legs comical looking from sitting so low all night, and Sam had spent the majority of his evening watching his peers laugh and gossip. He must have thought about approaching one or two of the other groups standing around and talking, but couldn't make himself. There was only so much a kid could take, and she wasn't sure what he'd do if another person dismissed him like a bug that wasn't even worth stepping on. All the more reason to crush him.

Rachael had to hold back from an outburst of laughter. Biting her lip enough to almost draw blood, she shook her head in disapproval while on the inside she wanted to cry from humor. ”People are so …so very terrible,” her tone was too light to sound sincere. Her friend was blowing up her cover even though she was the one who made this boy a target. Might as well have her last bit of fun with him, because she was not spending her night listening to him go on about star confederations all night long just to provide Altair entertainment. She’d get the job done even if it meant straying from the original plan.

Rachael leaned in close to Sam so he could her what she had to say. ”About that dick though…” she arched her brows in anticipation. Sam did a double take as Rachael pulled away with a malicious shit-eating grin. ”I mean really Sammy? You didn't honestly think I'd be interested in you. I don't wake up and think, I really wish I was with some giant, flimsy looking leprechaun with so little confidence that he can't even make his way around to a dance. Maybe one day you’ll find a nice girl who will play video games with you and go to Star Trek conventions dressed as weirdo blue aliens. Someone as run of the mill as you. How about her?” Rachael pointed towards the other girl sitting at the able, effectively pissing off both parties. Like Hell she cared. ”Come on, two young weirdos ready to mingle. I don’t advise repopulating though, unless you want your kids sitting at this exact table. Chin up Gingy. Someone will find those freckle sexy... if they're blind…”

Rachael stood up and gave Sam a quick pat on the back. ”Good talk.” She could take Altair’s snickering at her failed task, but Rachael felt good about her conquest. She had to have put a smile on her face as Sam licked his wounds back at the table. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she approached the back of Altair’s chair quickly and pulled back a seat of her own. ”You gave me space commander leprechaun over there and then yell out about his dick,” she shot a glance back at Sam when she was struck with gold. ”I should have asked about his fire crotch…”

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NOTES: Rachael and Altair will destroy everything you love with fire and blood.
TAGGED: Altair/OPEN(For victims? lol)
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[ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT]

Altair might have ruined it for Rachael just a little bit. But only a little. It's not like anyone could really take her seriously at this point anyway. She looked at her cup, a disdainful look on her face. I need more punch. Her eyes went to where it sat and saw some people ladling it out. A smile twitched at her lips. Oh, she certainly felt proud. She was determined to prove that it would be worth it, right when the fights between good friends began. She wondered how many girls would assume their boyfriends are cheating tonight. It was a prom staple.

Rachael took it and ran with it. Altair leaned in, trying to catch the conversation. Do it kid. Hey, he was doing this for his benefit, right? As long as he didn't fall in love with the woman. That was on him. She kept from it no matter how intimate they got, but it was in her personality. No strings attached, and anyone who knew her knew exactly how she operated. She was off-limits to any kind of relationship, and she wasn't just that type of girl who said she to sound independent. No one had ever chained her down.

By the time Rachael, returned she was sinking into her chair, not able to stop her laughter. Especially not when the woman said she should have asked about his fire crotch. "Or his lucky charms," she managed to get out between her laughs. She shifted herself up a little, smoothed out her dress. "I apologize for my foul language, but come on...Star Trek. And then insulting poor kids freckles. Just admit it, you're not ready for this." Okay, so Altair couldn't say she would do much better, not when she would be tempted to do the same thing. Just looking at the kid, she did feel kind of sorry. For well, his appearance.

She left for a little bit to get something more to drink before returning and downing at least half of it. Hit the spot. "Okay, so I give it about half an hour before we see someone either crying or banging outside. I'm willing to make a pool. I'll put in...thirty bucks." That seemed about right, and she wasn't going to be stingy. As a matter of fact, she opened her clutch and dropped the folded bills onto the table. "Your guess?" Now she was making bets on all the promgoers. This was turning into more of a bloodsport than a dance. Not like Altair wasn't going to dance, especially not when she got silly. It would just be taking a little bit of time.

[RACHAEL MARIE CALLAHAN]

Poor Sammy. He had so many odds stacked against him before he opened his mouth. He was a classic case of a loner and he probably had groomed himself into that role since he was young. ”They’re magically delicious.” Rachael gave her cup a stir before taking another sip. Umm red drink. If they had time and the means they should have made some jungle juice. That’d get the radar going for the teachers. ”It was like I was on another planet. I can never get that time back. I might cry myself to sleep tonight. Fuck him and the bus he rolled in on.” she said seriously. As long as she didn’t dream of Ginger teleporting through space and time in hopes of punching in on his V card. A damn well nightmare that would be.

Rachael sat in shock as she watched Altair’s retreating form. Not ready for this? Why that joking little punk had unknowingly unleashed the beast. Who did Altair think she was? She was Rachael Mother Fucking Callahan, breaker of men and women’s hearts and obligated to give zero fucks about anyone else’s emotions. Pride was a deadly sin Rachael had more than an abundance of. Someone should be writing a God damn book about her right now about how hot she was. Like Helen of Troy shit should be happening at the very moment. She willed herself to relax, tried to force an easygoing smile to her face as Altair sat down once more. Looks like Altair wanted to gamble with the lives of others. Interesting enough.

The senior opened up her own clutch and considered how much she’d add to the pot. Her fingers thumbed through the bills as her mind raced with possibilities. If she was going to lay down some money she might as well up the game. ”I’ll add sixty bucks to that pot if you’re the cause of either if those situations,” she slide a small pile of money to add to Altair’s stack. Bartenders and strippers seemed to get great tip money but almost always in small bills. Usually Rachael paid for her gas with the tips in order to get rid of all the small bills. She had just turned this little wager into a dare. ”What’s it going to be?” Rachael wouldn’t mind watching the fire leader at work. It could be like watching a reality show unfold right before her very eyes.

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NOTES: Sorry about the length
TAGGED: Altair/OPEN(For victims)
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[ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT]

Despite all appearances, Altair did have a sense of humor. And the best kind of joking with her was at somebody else's expense. It was a good bonding method, really. She just continued to laugh, realizing that it was really dickish to do, but not caring. She wasn't even trying to hide it, and the boy probably realized what she was on about. "Is there a ginger bus? Is that the bus he rolled in on?" It was hard to get her words out through the laughter that surged through her entire form. "Okay, okay, what can I do to make this up to you since you are so obviously traumatized?" Altair could do something. Maybe not anything too out of her way, but enough to say that hey, she could be chill. It was a rare thing coming from her.

Altair lifted her eyebrows at the offer. Eighty-five bucks. That was some strong cash. "You showing off, huh?" Blackjack had to pay good money. It was an upscale place, and Altair imagined that a lot of patrons showed off with their forty-five dollar tips. She wished she'd gotten that much dancing, but she had worked in one of the crappiest places she could find. "But it's on. I just need a victim." She was confident in herself, though that ground had already been covered, realized as a truth. Her blue eyes looked around, now filled with good spirit after watching Rachael with the poor kid who was probably now regretting ever come here. She did give a mental point to Rachael for doing that.

Altair pulled more money from her purse, flicked it between her fingers. Her grin was stretched wide across her face. "I'll return the same. More for you if you cause it." They were like the movie Rat Race, betting on whatever they could. The Fire girl liked to gamble, it was fun spending money in any way she could. Even if she didn't end up with money in the end. That was one of her vices, the desire to waste as much as she could at any moment of the day. "But you're gonna have to make suggestions for me." She lifted an eyebrow. It was a challenge for Rachael, like everything really was with her. The older Fire should have known this already, it was anything but surprising.

[RACHAEL MARIE CALLAHAN]

Rachael hadn’t ever heard Altair laugh so much. They had only knew each other for a month or so, but still. Even her toughest friend had a sense of humor given the right material. They both shared a love of degrading jokes as long as it wasn’t directed towards themselves. One last milking of the red head joke couldn’t hurt her. ”Oh yeah, it rolls in every fifty minutes or so if it’s not on the weekend schedule.” Time to retire the ginger jokes for a while. She’d rather forget about Sammy boy rather than burn his freckled face into her mind forever. As Altair offered her peace Rachael couldn't fight back the urge to take advantage of the moment. Had she been a mean cold-hearted bitch she could hold this over on Altair for as long as she wanted. Wait, she was all of those things, just not directed towards her blonde friend. ”Diamonds or copious amounts of sex,” Although she said it lightly she was only half joking.

Rachael gave her drink a quick stir with her pointer finger. She pulled her hand out of the glass and gave it a little suck to clean off the liquid. With a slight pop of her lips she removed the manicured finger. ”Naturally. Someone needs to lead by example.” she teased. The dance certainly had its fair share of characters. Anyone could honestly be a good target for their own amusement. Problem was, Altair was good at what she did, so Rachael needed some one who could at least make this game a bit of a challenge. As her eyes traveled across the small sea of high schoolers, they light up over a potential candidate. The longer she watched, the wider her grin grew. ”Okay, Altair, on the dance floor, with….that guy.” Bingo. She pointed towards the poor sap that was about to get his heartbroken one way or another by the model. He looked so young, like a little boy almost. Did that make her an even bigger bitch for picking him? Felt a bit like a God complex as she sealed his doom for the rest of the night. Altair was either going to make it the best night of his life, or the worst.

The senior’s face light up as Altair dropped some more cash onto the table. More money did sound enticing enough. It could probably cover her electric bill for the month if she did win. Winters were nasty up here in Canada and electric was something she could not give up while living here. Rachael had not expected the girl to throw the challenge right back at her. ”Interesting…” she mused over the idea. If she lost it wouldn’t be the end of the world. She was competing with a friend, so her pride would be able to take the hit. Plus it was all in good fun. Now matter how she looked at it the night would result in some serious humiliation and degradation for the both of their victims. An all around win-win. Plus the stories they would have from this night would be fantastic no matter how the cards fell. ”Fine, I’m in. It’s only fair that you lay down my rules,” she corrected herself before Altair caused some serious damage. ”Except for Gingy over there. Consider it a charity case for already dampering his pathetic excuse of an existence.” More like she didn't want his obituary hanging over her head if he couldn't pick himself back up from round two.

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TAGGED: Altair/OPEN(For victims? lol)
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[ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT]

Altair wrinkled her nose. As one might expect, she was a kid on the playground mocking the redheads and traumatizing them for the rest of their life. Which was a joyous thing for her. From a young age, she'd been raised to be a Satan's child. "Sounds like Satan's Greyhound. Next stop, Australia where everything came from hell." She snorted, amused at her own joke. It seemed like a very demonic place, didn't it? Hot as hell, from what she heard. She was getting used to Canadian weather -- which meant snow, and lots of it. "But Diamonds are for our tenth anniversary, sweetie," Altair said, batting her eyelashes with a smile. "And the copious sex...well, what if I end up going home with some hammered ninth grader who doesn't even know how to lick a cunt?" Oops, there goes that wry British humor. Or well...Altair's sense of humor which was highly inappropriate for a prom, but basically everything about her was, so it didn't say too much.

It was amazing, how semi-decent she could be with her friends. But she liked Racahael, and though she didn't make too much of an effort not to screw up -- why waste that kind of time on anyone? -- she still could behave in a way that did not make her out to be the horrible person she actually was. She leaned back in her chair, casually observing the guy that Rachael had picked out for her. Oh. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to let her do that. "You're really going hard with this revenge thing," Altair said before clicking her tongue. "Poor kid. It should be easy. As long as you know, you don't sabotage my attempt." She wouldn't blame the older Fire, though, considering what she had done. She was very suspicious of her, and what she may have got going on in her head.

She rolled her eyes at Rachael. However, she did feel like she was going to get some money out of this tonight. Her gaze went over to the kid, then said. "All right, you have to request a song from the DJ for me. Something I can grind up against him with, not any slow shite." That would have been a very interesting sight. But if she was going to get wild, she'd have to do it the proper way. And so, she stood from the table, shimmying a little before heading over to her challenge. Or close enough that she could dance before slowly making her way over as if, oops, just a coincidence her ass ended up against his ground. Dancing was the easy part, and maybe she could seduce some kid tonight, win money, and fuck Rachael. She was better than any high school student.

[RACHAEL MARIE CALLAHAN]

No diamonds. Boo. She’s have to settle for sex. ’Oh yeah, woe is me.’ Life wasn’t too bad. She frowned at the idea of the younger boy engaged in any sort of sexual activity. It would only end in awkward fumbling. Probably never saw a girl naked other than his stashed collection of Play Boys.”He needs to start somewhere…but don’t sacrifice yourself for the cause.” The very idea of her hooking up with the young kid was just skeevy. His first time should not be with someone as good as Altair. He can’t just upgrade to first class on the first try. ”I have a feeling he’s well acquainted with his own hand.” showing a wanker movement with her hand. Rachael was of spilt mind on how she was going to let this play out. She could have her own fun and watch Altiar fail…or she could let it go down without interference. Decisions, decisions….”You’ve have my blessing. Go make it the best three minutes of his life,” she said. ”Then smash his pride into a thousand pieces.” This was a sure fire way Altair could enjoy her last few moments on top of the high school food chain. Probably line her pockets as well.

”Yes ma’am,” she called out to Rachael’s retreating form. She watched for a moment before getting up to set the plans in motion. Not before stashing the money safely in her clutch. Her first choice in revenge could have been one of the strangest songs she had ever heard in her life. A dance remix of the song Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell by Das Racist. Fantastic and brutal, no-holds-barred take on the modern consumerist society. This rap duo poignantly displays how corporatism and the consumerist mindset has successfully managed to permeate our lives to the point were we are unable to stop and realize that there are so many outlets of greed selling cheap food served to unwilling, brainwashed slaves force fed venomous "fast food." The cycle continues, as he pressures his friend into sharing his fate. A caustic critique and warning of our time. Or maybe they really liked Pizza Hut and Taco Bell.

Maybe some George Michael’s Careless Whisper. Other slow jams by Lionel Richie, Phil Collins, and Michael Bolton could all prove to give Altair a hard time. Now, she wouldn’t burn her friend that much. Even with all the money on the line she wanted to see how this kid was going to react. She went up to where the DJ was and pulled out her phone. ”You taking requests?” She pulled up her iTunes and scrolled down to the song of her choice. She knew most people wouldn’t know the song, but it was catchy and good enough to dance to. This was the kind of song she needed ecstasy for to truly appreciate the glory of the best. Now that would have been a good fucking time. A rave always made Rachael feel like shit the next day, but in the best way possible. There was no greater crash than an eight-hour binger. Face first into the mattress, clothes still on, and feeling like your body’s going to break down at any moment. ”Are you just going to stand here?” Rachael gave the DJ a pointed look. ”Yeah, you have my phone.” This was the best seat in the house for Rachael to observe.

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NOTES:Two days without solid sleep. I must hate myself...Sorry I didn't proof...not sure how I'm functioning.
MUSIC: Mystery Song!
TAGGED: Altair/OPEN(For victims? lol)
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[ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT]

Altair leaned back, resting the back of her hand against her forehead. Honestly, when it comes to experience, she had more than most her age. It wasn't even just her ego that said that. "I don't know, I'm feeling like a martyr." She didn't discriminate much. She didn't think there was really such a thing as bad sex, even when she didn't get off. More like learning experiences. She just chose to have a liberated view of it. She snorted at the hand comment, pretty sure that was a guarantee. Actually, she wouldn't be surprised. "I'll do my best, sarg." She gave Rachael a two finger salute, ready to get this done with. A confident lady, all she needed was a song to dance to and she would be set.

When the song came on over the speaker, Altair grinned. Looking over, she lifted a thumbs up for Rachael. You did good, pig. It was a perfect song, really, and she slowly made her way over to her desired dance partner, tousling up her hair with her hands as she grinded against him. He seemed surprised at first, but he put his hands on her hips. After a little bit, she turned around to rest her hands on his shoulders, smiling her flirty smile. "Mm, you're a good dance," she said lowly. He looked like she just struck him. "O-oh?" She nodded, playing with her hair again. She leaned a little closer so her lips brushed his neck, and seeing as he didn't push away, she pulled back to look in his eyes.

It didn't take long before she placed a kiss on his lips and said, "Good kisser, too." She looked her lips and delighted in the blush on his cheeks. She had no shame when it came to doing this in a roomful of people. Once the song ended, she pulled away from him, and tapped him lightly on the nose. "Meet me behind the mess hall in a half hour." She turned on her heel before she could see his reaction. Of course, she wouldn't be showing up. He wondered if after he would come back and linger, not dancing or anything, or if he would just leave. It didn't bother her that she might be ruining his night in that case.

Making her way back to Rachael, she blew the girl a kiss. She felt successful, even if she wasn't sure of her effect quite yet on the young boy that her friend had chosen as a victim. "I'll give it a little time before I collect my spoils. See if he goes to mope in a corner after a half hour." She tilted her head and smiled at Rachael. "And maybe you'll get a reward yourself. She leaned forward and shimmied again, giving Rachael view of her cleavage in the shimmering dress. She was having too much fun with this, and another punch would be in order to make it even more fun.

[RACHAEL MARIE CALLAHAN]

She laughed as Altair gave her thumbs up. Looks like the scene was properly setup for the little inside joke the two girls had orchestrated out. Rachael had an impeccable taste in music when it came to dance music. As if that wasn’t obvious. Rachael had to agree with the approval of the song choice. She liked the original, but that would have been a slower pace. Altair clearly wanted something with a nasty beat. Maybe the target would think that the message of the song pertained to him and his chances for the night. No…he was probably just thinking boobs. There wasn’t much probably going on in a man’s mind when someone like Altair set her sight on them.

Low and behold her friend was providing better entertainment than any movie could ever provide. Rachael leaned against the soundboard, ignoring the dirty look the DJ gave her, and watched as Altair built up the younger student. The boy had to be at half-mast by now as she watched the blonde leaned in closer to him. She wondered what sort of things Altair must have been saying to get the sort of reaction Rachael was watching from the DJ booth. Had the boy seen God? His face certainly made Rachael think so. Her eyes lit up as she watched her friend go in to plant a kiss on the target’s lip. ’Damn, commitment to the role,’ she thought. Call the Academy, that deserved an Oscar right then and there. She should have known Altair wouldn’t hold back. Looks like Rachael was going to need to pull and extra shift or two at Blackjack to make up for the money she was about to lose. No kid was going to say no to whatever Altair was whispering in his ear.

Once Altair released the kid from her spell, Rachael looked past her friend’s shoulder to check out the status of the boy. He still seemed pretty content with everything that transpired. Too bad that happy bubble was going to burst in a bit when he realized it was all a sham. ”What did you end up promising him?” There was no use protesting the early call on her victory. It was obvious Rachael didn’t have a snowballs chance in Hell to pull out a win. Altair was almost like a Venus flytrap. She was beautiful and exotic, but if you didn’t move fast enough you were fucked. And definitely not in a good way. Her eyes lingered for a moment at the blatant display of cleavage shaking her way. For a spilt second Rachael had sunk to the same level as the high schooler had not a few minutes ago. If Altair was throwing out the offer for later it wasn’t like she would say no. It would be rude to deny her…right? ”No, to the victor goes the spoils,” she promised, grinning up at the blonde. ’Though I certainly didn’t loose everything,’ she thought eyeing up the shimmering blonde in front of her. The next song on her phone came up and blasted through the PA system. Looking over at the DJ, she simply shrugged him off for the time being. She’d jack her phone back after the song was over.

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NOTES: Rolex Sweep(Vandalism Remix) Maybe we should end this in a post or two?
TAGGED: Altair/OPEN(For victims)
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