the rumpus and ruckus are comfortable now
The bump of Calypso's hip against him rattles his core with a roil of desire. She is more than he could have hoped for, and gods help him, he's already at the mercy of her claws when she winks and seals his fate. Her gold isn't sunshine, warm and nourishing—she's the amber of oak-tempered liquor, all heat and bite, a flare of bad decisions wrapped around missing memories and nights worth remembering. Gods, he could drink that smile of hers with those sangria lips. He has half a mind to, the straw slipping free from his tongue, eyes shuttering as they trace the part of her mouth.
Like a splash though, the waterKoa calls out for sweeps him into its current, focus snapped from her as foolish as it might be. He lashed out his admonishments at his cousin for it, who in turn swipes his drink. "Hey!" Kaisel complains with surprise that quickly turns smug as Koa stares him down. "Much," he admits with a a lopsided smile, gaze alight with the mischief running like a current between the gathering.
Theea is so fucking cute, he almost can't stand it. She's reminiscent of a baby kitten barely able to use the stairs when surrounded with this crowd. Kaisel laughs in response, though it isn't cruel, just utterly delighted at the fluster that the very thought of body shots causes her. The jaguar on his hip is kind enough to explain, and Mateo and Koa go a step further and demonstrate.
Kaisel roars his approval with shouts and jeers, hand slipping free of Caly's hip to cup around his mouth and accentuate the volume. He drums his hands in rapid smacks along Koa's shoulder, "Fuck yeah cuz, that's how it's done!" Alright, maybe tonight was saved with tequila and glitter afterall, and that broad grin could stay easily fastened on Koa's lips. Maybe.
Kaisel turns back to Caly, his attention undivided on her now as he grabs one of the offered shots. "Me next," he says lowly, that lazy heat winding through him at the sight of her, the promise of her and that wine mouth darkening his own.
Like a splash though, the water
Kaisel roars his approval with shouts and jeers, hand slipping free of Caly's hip to cup around his mouth and accentuate the volume. He drums his hands in rapid smacks along Koa's shoulder, "Fuck yeah cuz, that's how it's done!" Alright, maybe tonight was saved with tequila and glitter afterall, and that broad grin could stay easily fastened on Koa's lips. Maybe.
Kaisel turns back to Caly, his attention undivided on her now as he grabs one of the offered shots. "Me next," he says lowly, that lazy heat winding through him at the sight of her, the promise of her and that wine mouth darkening his own.
Kaisel
everybody come hang, let's go out with a bang
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
