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Post by Scarlet McElroy on Apr 6, 2007 12:59:01 GMT -5
Leaning against the bar in Shaded Nights, Scarlet's eyes drooped. She had been in there for a while now, and was on her fifth drink, well on her way to being completely smashed. The female wasn't even sure what she was drinking anymore; she'd been in Shaded Nights every night that week, and now just ordered 'the normal'; whatever the heck 'the normal' was these days. She had turned into what one might call... a slag. She didn't know when it had started, but her personality had gradually changed. If she had been sober, she wouldn't have even understood why she was here, in this dark club, on Valentine's day. She wouldn't have understood why nobody loved her on the day of love.
She wouldn't understand it. She couldn't.
But that didn't matter, because whether she understood why or not, Scarlet McElroy was here, knocking back the drinks so quickly that they could be mistaken for lemonade. But not when she stood up and swayed, causing her to cling onto the bar for dear life. Nope. Lemonade - or any other fizzy drink - wouldn't cause inability to stand. It was definitely filled with alcohol, whatever 'it' happened to be.
The Intermise - who didn't happen to be feeling so smart right about then - was dressed appropriately for the night out. Well, she thought she was dressed appropriately, at least. Was a short red skirt and a small black top so low-cut that it almost showed things indecently and no underwear considered appropriate these days? She hoped so, because that was what she wore today. Tonight, rather. That and a pair of black stilettos and a silver ring on the middle finger of her right hand, that is. She wore no jewelery and carried no accessories with her apart from these, however. Her hair fell in loose curls.
{Lame. Deal with. xD}
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Post by Caliban Leandros on Apr 6, 2007 15:42:42 GMT -5
Cal sighed, sitting at the bar with a beer in hand. This was... Oh, he'd lost track. He was too drunk to even remember, and he honestly was swaying on his bar stool. He'd never been drunk, but he had to say, he could understand why Matt and Adam had done it so much. It was nice... Fuzzy. He raised a hand, calling for another from a guy he didn't know. He was obliged, and soon enough he was so drunk he honestly didn't even remember where he was. Then his eyes fell on Scarlet, and he got to his feet, barely able to stand. He waddled over to her, and looked down at her, swaying a little and holding onto the bar as well as she was. Then he managed a smile, holding his beer in his other hand.
"Hello, Gorghoush... I don' believe we've met... I'm Cal... Whassyername?" He seemed to be a little less than shy drunk, and I do believe that a little is a major understatement. He leaned back against the bar, blue eyes looking at Scarlet McElroy in a way completely unknown to the normal Caliban Leandros. His drunk self didn't even think about anything else, it survived off pure instinct and basic needs. And right now, it needed a release, and she was beautiful. Match made in heaven, right?
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Post by Scarlet McElroy on Apr 7, 2007 5:00:22 GMT -5
Long red finger nails tapped lightly on the edge of the bar as Scarlet drank, draining the drink she had already and reaching for the one that had been placed on the bar for her next. She took a small sip, before a shadow fell over her and she looked up into the equally-drunk-appearing face of an Estremo male, who was standing awfully close. Yeah. She'd seen him before. She didn't know his name, but he looked a little familiar. But that could just be the drinks talking...
"Why, hello." Scarlet raised an eyebrow best she could, and smiled. "I'd have to be..." She paused a little. Name's were basically lost on her when she was drunk. "Shcarlet." She brushed her long nails across his arm. "It'sh... nice to meet you... Cal." Well, would you look at that! She remembered his name. It hadn't just gone straight over her head like most of the things guys that had previously come up to her had said.
{Bleh. =/}
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Post by Caliban Leandros on Apr 7, 2007 17:39:53 GMT -5
Cal grinned at her, taking a large gulp of his beer and said,"Well, iss nice ta meet you, Shcarlet..." He tipped back another swig before stumbling, grabbing onto the bar to stop himself from falling, then began to giggle helplessly. He finally managed to stop and then looked back down at her, taking a large gulp and finishing off the beer. "Mmmm. Good shtuff. Gooooooood shtufff....." He trailed off, setting the bottle on the bar and turning his attention to the bartender. "More o' tha', Goo'fellow!" The bartender rolled his eyes and returned with another bottle, shaking his head as he walked away. Cal then took a large swig before grinning down at her again, swaying ever so slightly.
Suddenly, he was moving closer to her, and his hand found her waist, resting there as he leaned over to whisper in her ear,"Woul' ya care ta dance, beau'iful?" He pulled back and grinned at her, taking another swig before offering the bottle to her, wondering if she liked the stuff. Whatever it was... It was good. He squinted at the label. It started with a... a... H! No. That wasn't right. It was... a D! Nope. Not that either. He blinked a few times and shrugged it off, taking a sip of it himself before returning his attention to the girl in front of him once more as he wondered if she would accept his invitation to dance or not. If she didn't, he'd have to persuade her some other way, though judging by the amount of alcohol both had consumed... You add up the odds there.
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Post by Scarlet McElroy on Apr 7, 2007 17:51:32 GMT -5
Cal's laughter seemed contagious, because Scarlet watched him trip about a little before grabbing onto the bar - which was proving to be quite a handy object for local drunks - before braking out into alcohol-induced, slightly hysterical laughter as well. When her laughter was under control, she tipped up her glass and drank the entire contents. The glass was quite full, and her head was tipped back so drastically that she nearly over balanced onto the stool behind her. She dropped the glass back onto the bar, and looked up at Cal, smiling back.
His hand was on her waist and she smiled down at it, making no move to push it off or anything of the sort. His breath tickled her cheek when he leaned in to whisper, and she giggled softly and replied, "I'll dancshe if I can, I suppose..." Though that was unlikely, as she could barely even say 'dance'. She took the bottle when it was offered, and gulped at it before passing it back, not caring what was in it at all.
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Post by Caliban Leandros on Jun 2, 2007 16:24:06 GMT -5
He grinned and said,"Good..." He then slipped his arm around her waist as he led her to the dance floor, stumbling a little, but somehow managing to stay on his feet. Once there, he turned to her and smiled, staying close both for the fact of not wanting to keel over and because it just seemed like a good thing to do. Hey, pretty drunk girl meet handsome drunk guy. What do you think is going to happen, huh? His hands slipped once more to her waist, and he just danced. In his mind, he was sexy, but really it just looked a little like a drunk trying to dance. Oh, imagine that. But he fit in just perfectly, because guess what? Most everyone else was drunk too. Now wasn't that just absolutely lovely? Oh, yes, it was...
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Post by Scarlet McElroy on Jun 2, 2007 16:52:04 GMT -5
It was good that they were close, else she probably would have toppled right over onto her back, helpless and unable to get up again. It was a wonder that Cal was managing to stand up, let alone dance, as her arms were around his neck and she was clinging to him, leaning on him heavily as they 'danced'. She was more shuffling her feet than anything else, but she doubted that he noticed.
And in her mind he looked sexy, too, which was why her face and body were lingering so close to his she might as well have just shoved herself on top of him. Their noses were almost touching and all she could smell was alcohol. Multi-shaded eyes slid closed, and she hummed lightly, managed to actually dance for a second or two, rather than stagger about blindly like before. It was hardly like she'd knock him over if she tripped, though; she was thin enough as it was.
{LAME-O. =DDD}
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Post by Caliban Leandros on Jun 14, 2007 16:17:55 GMT -5
They were very close, and this new Cal truthfully didn't care to throw caution to the winds. This statement was proved and strengthened by the fact that he was smashed and dancing with Scarlet McElroy. And especially by his next action. He leaned down just barely and brushed his lips across her once, twice, three times. He didn't pull away, instead hovering with his eyelids covering those lazy blue eyes. After a few seconds of breathing in the smell of alcohol, his lips were on hers again, this time in a true kiss, one that should be shared by lovers. Not random people meeting in a bar who happened to both be completely drunk, or worse. But still, it was comparable, which didn't necessarily mean it was good.
He deepened the kiss slightly, holding her close to him as one hand came up to cup the back of her neck slightly. Now, Cal had never kissed a girl before, but you would never know it just by judging now. Some things just come naturally, and of course, as previously mentioned, he is drunk. I believe that adds certain things to the mix that certainly weren't there before. He wasn't thinking anymore, not that he ever really thought much anyways. Always acting, never thinking. Exactly opposite of Niko. No wonder he'd always been on him about these things... But none of that even phased Cal right now. Instead, his tongue slipped out of his mouth, running across her lips as if asking to come in. Knock knock...
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Post by Scarlet McElroy on Jun 15, 2007 13:28:11 GMT -5
When, suddenly, her 'dance' partner's lips were pressing against hers a couple of times, Scarlet was confused. They were small kisses, basically lip-against-lip pressing, of a sort, and the girl was kissing air quite a few times because he kept moving away. What the hell? STAY PUT. She was getting somewhat frustrated with this.
But then he was kissing her again, kissing her properly. Really, seriously properly. As in, the kind of kiss that's hot and passionate. The kind of kiss that, despite the situation, Scarlet thought should be for someone else. Not some random girl Cal had met in a bar. Not her. Still, however, she kissed him back with as much force as she was getting, pushing any negative thoughts to the back of her mind.
At least Cal moved fast, Scarlet had to give him that. Usually, she had to buy a guy a drink - or five - to get him to kiss her like Cal was.
{LAME. xP}
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Post by Caliban Leandros on Jun 28, 2007 18:50:17 GMT -5
Yeah, this was the kind of kiss you would expect to be meant for someone else. And in truth, it was, but Cal couldn't tell you that in this situation. In fact, he would probably never admit it to begin with. But this was here and now, and Cal was probably going to make a lot of mistakes tonight. But it would seem that he already had, so why stop now, right? Why quit while he was ahead rather than go ahead and throw his life away completely. Forget the future... He could barely even survive in the present, and the past was a freaking minefield of memories and demons. And tonight? None of that mattered, because tonight, none of that even entered his mind. Tonight, for one night, he was truly free...
Yeah, free as a freaking bird, which probably explained the feeling that he was flying. Or maybe it was falling. Whatever it was, it was alcohol-induced. And maybe a dab of pure, unadulterated lust. Yeah, maybe that had something to do with it, and with his conscience taking the backseat tonight, he was bound to do something stupid that he was going to regret later. Okay, considering that he was kissing a complete stranger while dancing, his hands most definitely not being a gentleman, I'd say he was already going to be regretting it. But when he pulled away for a moment, it wasn't to return with those little kisses he had a moment before. This time, he was stopping for a particular reason.
Yep, you guessed it: breathing. A guy had to breathe, you know. So as one hand was at the back of her neck, tangled in her hair, he pulled bare millimeters away for a breath before he was back at it, lips covering hers as his tongue sought to explore her mouth once more. His breath had been a shuddering explosion in and out of his lungs, and his other hand was on her lower back. Well, now it was, for during the kiss it had strayed seemingly of its own volition a little further south than he had originally planned. But none of that mattered now, because frankly he couldn't really care. The only thing in his mind right now was: nothing. Absolutely nothing. Damn refreshing, it was, especially because his conscience was going to be kicking his arse later...
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Post by Scarlet McElroy on Jun 29, 2007 2:56:35 GMT -5
Hell yeah, why NOT throw your life away? Scarlet had pretty much done that when she'd began coming to Shaded Nights every night. Sometimes, the time at the club was awful- those were the days when she never had enough to drink and the guy she found was forceful and hurting her. But then there were the days like these; Cal was passionate - he sure knew how to kiss - and he moved very fast, but he wasn't hurting her.
And she'd had a lot to drink.
And breathing wasn't too much of a problem for Scarlet; she'd done this so many times that week that she could hold her breath for God knows how long. When Cal pulled away, however, the girl's eyes had fluttered open and she'd gazed at him, a look weighed down with lust and desire. And then he'd kissed her again and they'd closed, and she simply lost herself in the kiss. Both arms locked around his neck, pulling him down as close as possible, and her hips were pressed against his in a wholly suggestive manner.
Well, no need to act shocked, kids. You all know where this passionate kissing was leading to. You know. A bed. Fast.
The next time one of them pulled away, it was Scarlet, and she leaned in close to slur something into his ear, grinning. "Cal, I want to tell you a secret." She kissed his neck and guided one of his hands down to the back of her thigh, just where the skirt ended and lots of leg began. Then she leaned forward - he wasn't that much taller than her when she was wearing the stilettos - and whispered, breath brushing his ear, "I'm not wearing any underwear." Then she kissed a trail from his ear down his neck.
And thus, he got as good an invite to take her somewhere else as he ever would. No, she wasn't acting totally ladylike - at all - but one must take desperate measures if she wants a good guy in bed right now. And she did. So there it was.
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Post by Caliban Leandros on Jul 1, 2007 13:31:41 GMT -5
Now Cal wouldn't admit this, but it was the first time he had ever been with a girl like this. Kissing her, holding her... all of it. And he liked it, enough that when her hips pressed against his, suggesting something, his pressed back. And judging by how he felt in that area, he wanted this just as badly as she did. A noise was made in the back of his throat, soft but definitely sexy, before she pulled away and leaned forward. She whispered into his ear and kissed his neck, and he breathed,"Yeah? What might that be?" His lips pressed against her neck, not relinquishing how close he was to her for anything, and why should he? She was all his tonight, and even if he hadn't thought it yet, he knew where this was leading.
And so, it appeared, did she as she placed his hand on her thigh and told him she wasn't wearing any underwear. She trailed kisses from his ear to his neck, and he grinned in a completely and utterly male way that was strange and yet erotic on him. He then whispered into her ear,"Then what are we still doing here?" He kissed her neck again, trailing kisses up to her lips before lingering there for a moment. Then he pulled away and looked at her, eyes filled with a desire and lust that even he would not recognize before he took her hand and lifted an eyebrow. "Come on. Let's get out of here..." He grinned, the look in his eyes and the sound of his voice telling her exactly what he had planned.
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Post by Scarlet McElroy on Jul 1, 2007 15:14:04 GMT -5
Hell yeah- the male obviously wanted what she did. The way he felt was hardly a secret- if Scarlet's hands had wandered much lower than they already were, she would have found out for herself just how much he did. And she, in her drunken state, would have found that incredibly amusing. Because alcohol made her giggle. As did boys' bodies and their reactions to her flirtation and touch.
The Intermise was pleased at Cal's reaction to the lack of underwear that she had confessed, and when he kissed down her neck she moaned slightly, pressing her entire body to him that time. Her leg lifted slightly, rubbing against his, and when his lips returned to linger on hers, she kissed him back as she had been before. Mmm. His lips felt good on hers. Perfect. Even if they belonged truly to someone else. For now it was good. For that night, it was fabulous.
"Mmm, 'kay..." she murmured absently, still lost in the sensation of his kisses. Also, his body was ripped off of hers when he moved away to take her hand, and she was missing the warmth and the different feel already. She stepped awkwardly away, pulling him by the hand, to get to the door out. Man. They had to get somewhere with a bed fast, or else she'd pull him into the back alley and have him there.
{We should just take it straight to PM from here, I think. xDD}
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