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RE: one shot, two shot, coppertone-red - Maea - 05-06-2025
[say]"What are you, some kind of mindreader?"[/say] Maea smiled lightly at Vesper, appearing nonchalant despite the withering ache on the inside. Watching with interest how he blended the ingredients into a drink, she accepted it and took a sip. Flavors zipped like dirty lightning across her palette, summer bright and harsh enough to require a bit of bracing before trying again. [say]"Mh, this is perfect. Just what I needed."[/say] Gratitude was a warm breeze lacing through smile and words alike, soothing the burn of Asta's dismissal. Reaching out to snag the drink Nova had finished for someone else, she shot both siblings a wink before pushing away from the counter. [say]"Or maybe I'll do both. Thank you, loves!"[/say]
With her hands full of liquid courage, Maea turned to meet
RE: one shot, two shot, coppertone-red - Koa - 05-07-2025
It's hard to remain broody and morose in an environment like this, with music playing and a light breeze blowing and the warmth of friendship palpable whenever he turns. Kaisel's enthusiasm is, as ever, infectious, and Koa laughs as his cousin manages only to further smudge his cherry lips. As if summoned by the need for makeup and booze (which he would certainly be the demigod of), Mateo appears in the growing knot of people, earning a brilliant grin from the Dragoon. [say]"Teo! Long time no see, man. Any chance you have something on you to help Kai fix his lipstick?"[/say]
Their little group is growing bigger, threatening to take up a full side of the bar - not that Koa minds. He thrives in company, throwing an arm over Mateo's shoulders, his smile easy and his laughter bright as he greets anyone and everyone who joins in. There's some movement, and then Koa's eyebrows raising toward his hairline as a pretty blonde slides out from behind the bar to wind herself around his cousin. She's hot, the silent look he shoots Kai communicates. Need a hand? Which, regardless of how he replies, Koa will provide. Ultimate wingman mode is his favorite mode, and he's itching to focus on anything other than his exes just now.
Getting drunk as shit is seeming less and less like a bad idea. [say]"Shots all around!"[/say] he cheers heartily in response to Mateo's suggestion, waving an arm to incorporate their whole little crowd in the invitation. There's a petite brunette (
RE: one shot, two shot, coppertone-red - Hadama - 05-07-2025
"Be welcome, Liam," Hadama murmured, his voice quiet but deep enough to carry even through the increasing noise of the party behind them. Warm eyes were turned on both of those who called the Greatwood home, the mermanta turning his attention away from his soon-to-be-exiled co-ruler and to friends closer to hand.
Seeing Maea with not one but two drinks in hand a steely brow quirked up and then went higher as she double-fisted the drinks. A small, slow smile broke his stoic countenance and he inclined his head in acknowledgment of her intention to party like it was 299PC. "Impressive," he rumbled, turning his attention to Liam with a gleam of challenge - and was that mischief? - in his gaze. "I believe we have some catching up to do." And never mind that Hadama's own glass was already half-empty.
Or still half-full, depending on your point of view.
RE: one shot, two shot, coppertone-red - Flora - 05-07-2025
Rising from the table with a toss of her curls and a satisfied smirk still playing on her lips, Flora adjusts the hem of her too-short jean shorts and grabs her half-empty glass, red heels clicking with purpose against the worn wood floor. The white corset she wears hugs her like a secret and doesn’t leave much to the imagination, not that anyone here had much imagination left after this much booze.
As she straightens, her aqua gaze sweeps the bar like a queen taking stock of her court.
Sohalia —talking to
No sign of Jack.
Flora’s stomach twists, that acid ache of absence seeping beneath her ribs before she locks it down with a bright smile and a flick of her wrist.
[say]"Soh!"[/say] she calls, her voice lilting high enough to rise above the hum of the party. [say]"We're just heading to the back!"[/say] The words are breezy, innocuous—but Sohalia would understand them to be a cautious warning about slipping into the backroom to escape the party if she wanted to be alone. As for anyone else who hears, from the sly curl of her lips and the way her hips sway as she turns, Flora wants them to wonder. Wants the flicker of attention that follows when Astaroth and Dantalion rise too, trailing behind her arm-in-arm like heat waves.
The trio disappear through a door that few know how to open at the end of the corridor past the storage rooms.
RE: one shot, two shot, coppertone-red - Vesper - 05-07-2025
Vesper’s hands move on muscle memory alone, flicking a sprig of mint into a pair of mojito glasses as Calypso slinks away from behind the bar. [say]"Keep it classy,"[/say] he murmurs to her with a wink, catching her bright affection for the stranger—Kaisel, was it?—like a gold-tinted flicker in the corner of her mind.
[say]"One Torchline Float, heavy on the pineapple, coming up,"[/say] he says, already reaching for the coconut cream and rum. [say]"Flora tends to be right about most things."[/say] He tips his head toward
To Maea, his gaze flicks up mid-pour with a flicker of amusement. What are you, some kind of mindreader? [say]"Nah, just good at my job,"[/say] he murmurs with a dry smirk, watching her sip and watching her thoughts react even faster. Asta’s name burns like a brand beneath her ribs. [say]"Glad it hits the mark. First one’s on the house. The second’s just bad judgment."[/say] Her smile catches like smoke in his chest before she drifts off toward Liam and
And finally, Mateo.
Vesper’s gaze lingers on the botanist longer than most. The curve of his mouth quirks just slightly at the coin-shirted chaos. Smells like citrus, glitter, and trouble, Vesper thinks, catching the sliver of heat in Mateo’s mind aimed at him like a hook. He leans over the bar slightly, shadow fingers sliding a new pour toward Mateo without breaking eye contact.
[say]"One for you too, sunshine. Though if this is how you help people get drunk, I’m gonna need to pace myself."[/say]
His voice is velvet-laced teasing—but there’s heat beneath it now. Not from the crowd. Not from the alcohol. But from the game they’re all playing, and the handful of cards Vesper still hasn’t shown.
RE: one shot, two shot, coppertone-red - Sohalia - 05-07-2025
Really, when she laid it all out like that, it sounded ludicrous even to her ears. Her cheeks reddened as she realized how completely insane she must sound - although
She might have said more, but Flora chose that moment to call out over the ruckus of the bar, and Soh watched her disappear into the back with two Ancients. She couldn't even hazard a guess as to what they might be doing back there, but it was, after all, Flora's party. But if Flora had made sure to tell Soh not to use the back room...
But before she could think too much about it, Vesper was calling her name, and she looked over in surprise as the man beckoned her towards the crowd that had gathered around Kaisel and
And then she was gone, slipping behind the bar.
RE: one shot, two shot, coppertone-red - Nova - 05-07-2025
She may look like she's more invested in making all the drinks look pretty - she doesn't miss a single drink that passes the bar (you're welcome, everyone) - but Nova is very focused on the people who find themselves in her siblings' orbits. Each drink has its own flair as Vesper passes them to Maea, Mateo, and
When
A familiar voice makes her turn to look over the bar top again, her swinging legs making her short iridescent dress shift as she tilts her head to see Sohalia. [say]"Hi Soh! You look so pretty!"[/say]
RE: one shot, two shot, coppertone-red - Talyson - 05-08-2025
He watched Sohalia go with a twist in his gut that was as familiar as it was unpleasant, like a wedgie from his past. She flitted off to swirl around the other popular kids, dropping her troubles on him and then abandoning him at the bat of some pretty, broody eyes. He wouldn't lie. It hurt and for a long moment he sat with the pain, the masochistic part of him savoring the bitter memories of always being the weird little quiet kid who had never fit in. Who had only ever been of interest to the CoOl KidZ when he had something they wanted.
He had never thought that Soh would treat him like that, though. There had been a time she'd called him her best friend, hadn't there?
...Tal took a slow breath in, feeling the tightness in his throat and the thorns in his heart.
And then he exhaled, letting them go.
Flora was gone from her own party but she'd figure out who the box of booze on the Sugar Tide was from when she read the note he'd tucked into it. No one else here needed him, but there was someone back on the Peregrine who did. Pushing away from the bar, still empty-handed since his drinks had apparently gotten lost in the excitement over some kids taking their first shots, Tal slipped back out the way he'd come. Unnoticed and unremarked through the server's door and out the back into the sweltering night, where he could breathe freely and not feel like the weight of all those bodies was crushing his ribs.
He was getting too old for these parties, anyways.
Tal out!
RE: one shot, two shot, coppertone-red - Melita - 05-09-2025
There was a whole whirlwind of activity going on, and for once Melita bided her time, watching the crowd as they circumvented and circulated amongst themselves. A bunch of the young’ins seemed to part off, going about on their own brand of chaos, which left the Honeybee to search for others to annoy, bully, or irritate.
And there was always her uncle, she supposed.
Gliding over to Sunjata with drink in hand, she waved to Ronin and Remi nearby, unaware at how far the Flood was going to avoid some of those gathered, bounding in along his side. [say]“Hey!”[/say] She knocked back another swig of the liquor, then tilted her head. [say]“How’s shit goin’?”[/say]
RE: one shot, two shot, coppertone-red - Isla - 05-09-2025
Isla sidles back into The Hanged Man with her hand still comfortably clasped in Everest's, her smile and the faint pink flush to her cheeks giving her away before anyone gets a chance to so much as ask how things had gone. The party is bouncing, by the look of it, and she raises her eyebrows at Ever and nods towards where Mateo has apparently (in the other thread anyway) just stripped off in anticipation of someone taking a shot directly off him.
[say]"Er,"[/say] she says through a surprised laugh, [say]"I don't know if you want to go and chaperone that, but if not, you're more than welcome to come and sit with me for a drink?"[/say] she offers, glancing up at him and nodding to the table she's more or less abandoned to Ronin and Remi (and the drink she'd left behind). That's where she'll be headed regardless, waving to the two demigods and offering an apologetic smile despite not actually being all that sorry.
RE: one shot, two shot, coppertone-red - Everest - 05-10-2025
Everest steps back into the bar beside Isla, hand still lightly laced with hers, and the shift in atmosphere is instant. The noise. The bass. The kaleidoscope swirl of movement and sound. It isn’t overwhelming, not exactly—not anymore—but it is a lot.
His gaze flicks toward the bar automatically, calibrating the space. It lands on Mateo. Mateo, who is mostly shirtless. Mateo, whose neck is currently being licked by a tall stranger. Mateo, who is now being kissed while people cheer and whistle and toss things that might be edible but definitely shouldn’t be airborne.
Ever’s expression flattens. His head tilts. And after a moment’s quiet analysis, he gives it a small but definitive shake. No.
[say]"Mmmm, no,"[/say] he murmurs to Isla, voice dry. His fingers squeeze hers gently. [say]"I’d rather sit with you."[/say] He nods toward the table she’d pointed out. [say]"Though if I can choose a seat with a clear view of the bar, I monitor his intake and reaction time from there. But..."[/say] he glances at her again, softer this time, [say]"you’re the company I want."[/say] And the company he was better suited for, let's be honest.
RE: one shot, two shot, coppertone-red - Flora - 05-10-2025
The door to the Thieves Guild creaks open just wide enough to let a queen and her accomplices slip through.
Flora steps out with the kind of deliberate ease that only comes from being thoroughly satisfied and just a little smug about it. Her curls have been pinned back up into something tousled and crown-like, and the sway of her hips more than speaks to the relaxation of her muscles. She ducks quickly into the bathroom after tipping a wink to Dantalion and Astaroth, the din of the party briefly replaced with the muffled clink of glass and the low hum of music vibrating through the floor. In the mirror, she’s a little too flushed, a little too tousled—but nothing a touch more red lipstick, a twist of gold rings, and a readjusted corset can't fix. Her lips pout as she fluffs a curl back into place.
When she emerges, the party is still in full swing—someone’s shouting about a drinking contest, and there are cheers from the makeshift dancefloor as another round of shots is slammed back. Her throat still carries the burn of whiskey, and while it’s delicious, she decides she wants something sweeter.
With a confident flick of her fingers and a glint in her eye, Flora heads straight for the bar. It’s still hers, for one more night.
She slides behind it with the grace of someone who knows exactly where every bottle and muddler lives, reaching for lemon, lavender, and the last of Remi's upside-down waterfall gin she keeps hidden behind the spiced rum. There’s something oddly grounding in the act—cooling glass, the press of citrus, the familiar rhythm of a shaker in her hand. A drink that tastes like summer and sugar and the quiet satisfaction of being thoroughly enjoyed.
Only when it’s poured—garnished, glittering, perfect—does she let herself exhale, before licking a bit of sugar from the rim.
RE: one shot, two shot, coppertone-red - Sunjata - 05-10-2025
For once, Sunjata feels like he might be too old for parties like this. It’s something that’s never really occurred to him before now, but between the shouting and the bodies and the shots in the corner being devoured as if they were water, the Flood’s relief is palpable when Melita joins him at his side.
Sipping from his own drink, he flashes his niece a crooked smile. “[say]Hey, heuningby.[/say]” He says, resisting the urge to nudge her or ruffle her hair. “[say]Well, considering there’s a fair few here I can’t look at without feeling all gross, it’s goin’ good. What about you?[/say]” He asks, eyeing the swig of liquor she’d downed and wondering how many she’d had before now.
RE: one shot, two shot, coppertone-red - Melita - 05-11-2025
[say]“That’s nice,” [/say]she murmured with a vague snort – though the pondering remained in her mind. It must be quite sickening to glance around and see those once infected – all writhing masses and eldritch horrors – or those still infested, and not have a kneejerk reaction. She made no inquiry about Ru in that sense, but figured that also sucked ass – but felt no need to continue down that shithole train.
The Honeybee also wasn’t much for a scene of people lining up to see who they’d be fucking next or flirting dangerously with liquor or one another – but she’d made herself present here, in support of Flora. [say]“Eh, all good. Did I tell you I’m going to get some cannons for the Firecracker?”[/say] A much safer topic for the both of them, then she made little mini finger guns in a mocking pew pew pew vibe.