Post by Catcher Reeves on Sept 6, 2021 13:54:36 GMT -5
The earbud fell out and he looked up to see her, beginning to notice her hand on his shoulder. As he lifted his head, his hand reached to pull the other piece out of his ear, withdrawing his legs from perching on the table so he was postured to give her his attention. ”I…am.” For a few milliseconds he didn’t know what to say about her question but he managed something before she might jump to the conclusion he disliked Claudemas. His eyes flickered to the open door, wondering what she was doing there when there was everyone else available, hastily thinking of ways to avoid brushing her off and sound more convincing. ”No, I mean it. Claudemas is great.” Unraveling the wire that had draped on his shoulders, still connected to his phone, he dropped them on the table beside the book splayed upside down to keep the page mark and turned his head to look back out at the window. ”We’re practically in a greeting card.” The landscape could have been a painting and they were figures colliding with a masterpiece, some sort of chaos that made it their unique creation.
Rising, he was out of the nook he fit himself into as he motioned for her to wait with a half formed finger gesture. ”You seem to be enjoying it so far…” Asking without direct interest, he sounded his observation as he moved past her to the bed. His scarf had fallen like a long thread folding on the floor, shaded by his coat as it hung on the foot of the bed, and he reached in the deep pocket of the outer garment to pull out a delicate Figaro chain. It was the size of her wrist, dangling ornaments hanging around it like charms; each not necessarily matching, they were recognizable objects. He had connected pieces of their past, their adventures together to make the lucky items, fond memories trapped in them the longer he had kept them, the safer he stored them, closer to his person. ”It’s for you…” Rotating the bracelet in his fingers, he touched the adornments before holding it out and letting it slip from his hand into hers. It felt like closure to give it away, but it was gift like the chance to be together that she had given him, only it all belonged in her grasp just like their fate. A small hole had been drilled into his favourite guitar pick, it was the one he had been fiddling with the first time he spent a moment alone with her. A weighted piece of polished tiger’s eye cut in a rounded triangle, iridescent, a sparkling plectrum. It might seem unusual to use a gem but it caused the string vibrations to resonate crystalline and unabsorbed, the thickness and heaviness helping speed and accuracy. It was something he should have gifted her to canonise her performance like he had wanted; a show he never ended up attending those years ago. That moment marked something deeper than words they had exchanged in hallways at school; it was also where music spoke for them for what he thought would be the last time.
After they cleaned up at the Beach and she left, he had picked up a swirled sand dollar. It spun a space of chain links next to it, punched through by the rim, a small weathered pendulum. That night resolved so much of the misunderstandings from the gap in their lives; though she had practically died, he chose to remember they never would have kissed without it happening, creating a life to come after made for them. A life he never thought he could have, holding onto when it lasted, dying when it ended, rinsing the cycle as he waited for her until maybe one day he didn’t have to. The thought made him almost reach out to take it back from her, losing incentive, insecurity driving the same hand into the pocket of his pants to change course.
Four A.M and he had been searching in his drawers, sitting up awake trying to find something trivial. It wasn’t precious and it wasn’t significant, but somewhere in his jacket he found the nut he had stolen from the gate at the zoo. She had photographs but he never asked to see them, cleaning the little metal loop before stringing it with a clasp next to the shell; in that hour he was just making trinkets, never realising he might give them away. Completed, he would have stashed it in a box forever if he was the same person he had been before seeing Evan kiss her and dealing with that turmoil. He liked her so much he thought he loved her, but that visual took him to a place he wanted someone to save him from, shackled from wolfing out at the man for the sake of not losing her entirely; that wasn’t him either, unhinged and petty but for poise he held onto indifference like love was a lie they needed.
At the River bend of their campground, Cloud had been standing with his feet in the mud. He had told him not to move as a bed of clovers mixed with creeping ground cover spread around where he would have tread over to get out. The tall ‘Clo’ had plucked a little stem in amusement and he had taken it from him before it was chucked into the water, a perfect shamrock of four leaves. It had been wondrous as he twisted it between two fingers, looking up to see Natasha wading through the edge of the water. He hadn’t been that serious when he told her she could instruct Cloud on fishing, knowing it was just playtime but like a movie, the scene played out with more fun than he could stop. Preserving the green plant, he had smashed it flat in a book and left it for months, all the moisture sucked out so it pressed flat; there had been no goal or use to it but he was grateful to have kept it sandwiched in a rectangular glass frame. That weekend he got used to not being alone, letting her in uninhibited; he might have stayed in that comfort a little longer if it gave them a future.
The road trip to Disney that never happened, he still intended to work out the next chance they had. He had promised her but he knew the last days he had been in town dampened that spirit. In spite of emotions, he was never going to give up on that plan no matter how far down the calendar he had to move it. At the airport he had stared at the travel store like a neon sign of directions; laden with racks of gifts from the happiest place on earth. A pair of Mickey mouse ears on a silhouette head in black and red, half with the buttons to his cartoon pants glinted lacquer, a pendant that was part of a keychain he undid the loop of, fit the gap as the fifth charm.
In a full circle, the last piece rounded off the symbolic second they rekindled their friendship, it was the fault in how this all started. He had taken a stone out of Seth’s tiara, the very same one they thought was lost, the only crown he ever held, destroying the dreams of teenage girls by robbing it from them to give to her. Childish faith, a moment with no hesitations, he had wished her happiness that night at the dance, incredibly lucky the people he wanted to see most appeared. He had seen something beautiful in the joy she received; nothing more than a memento she would have had with or without him. It had shone a holographic zirconia as he affixed it under a lamp at Seth's house, clamping it down with pliers, feeling finality at the end of the chain. It was probably the most pivotal night of his life entrusting the universe to come together for him.
”They’re just things I kept…” He said without looking at her, turning his head to the direction of the doorway as he heard Candela’s voice shouting as loudly as she could about drinks. It was what it was, nothing like a glitzy item he would produce for her if they were steady; it was just a representation of history he would never have with anyone else and he knew at some point he couldn’t keep it anymore. Whether she knew what each piece meant, it didn’t matter, he wasn’t going to explain to her because he was afraid it would show him the difference of their feelings more than he already knew. It should be just as inexplicable as their inevitable disintegration; a relationship that should always have worked but refused to. It wasn’t up to her to restart them either, he didn’t put that on her but he had never shut them down too; he just couldn’t believe that if he gave it his all, he would still lose. Back and forth they put the hell in their hello and the longer he had wanted things to be different, constant, the less he knew if that was correct; he started to thin his care now, come what may. That was just what it meant to be them, bi polar and he stopped asking her for more, maneuvering through this without much discussion of commitment. ”It’s not festive but...” He broke off and held her head for a moment, touching the top of her hair lightly with his lips, a doting kiss so faint it was merely breath that told her whatever she wondered was alright, when it wasn’t. His actions stopped reaching for a feeling, knowing it only mattered what the difference her mind told was to what her heart told her and he had been tired ever since the day he landed, disengaged from her because of Evan.
Abruptly, he remembered what he had kept busy with, causing the decrease of his letters to her. Lifting the lid off his trunk to pull out an old leatherbound book from the sleeve of the suitcase he patted it on the bed for her to take. It was scruffy at the corners but smoothed and smelled like an old library, something he found on an educational field trip limited to a historical vicinity; an antique store. It was dark green, embossed ridges ran along the spine and stamped calligraphy in gold titled it, La Belle et la Bête. He read it because of what she said in the woods, wondering if she would hate him jading her with this version, expecting her to be horrified by the parallels of life in it. It was the original translation of Villeneuve and if she opened it eventually, she would find he had scribbled a note before the preface, he had written what he would taunt her with in his head, to Never judge a book by its movie. She was smarter than that but he couldn’t resist after being shocked by the amount that was watered down.
It was the eve where things would get hectic after dinner, drinks and havoc until the sunrise; he was relieved to leave the bracelet with her before then, unsure if he would even have done so any point later. If he didn’t by the end of the night, he would have thrown it somewhere into the lonely mountains. Rubbing her cheek with a thumb, they were friendly but he was reserved, aware of the lack of deep affection in the touch. There hung what he wanted to ask her but didn’t want to talk about right then, keeping him at arm’s length; he risked her attempting to clear the air later. Tugging her towards the door but dropping her hand to walk out of the room by himself, he was still erasing most of any other emotional reaction to prevent himself from trying to direct her response, pausing at the doorway to smile at her regally before flightily heading down the stairs to the kitchen where glasses lined with expensive bottles of liquor; a mixed drink prepared classily in rows.
Claude’s booming voice was fluctuating deep tones with the song while they were upstairs and he smirked widely over how he changed the lyrics. ”And all I want for Christmas is you.” He finally said it to Claude as the song ended by the time he came to see him, hugging the vampire with excessive intimacy to throw him off, harnessing some of everyone's holiday feels. There was a lot he missed while he was ignoring the commotion down here with Natasha and he could only continue where they were, entering the kitchen. Seth was having a sip talking about being a ‘sexy angel’, causing his eyes to pop and zooming widely in pitiful paranoia at his best friend, expecting a stripper outfit with wings to appear soon. Now he could only hope his costume was not something skimpy. He picked up a glass and drank part of it faster than he should have, stopping to savour it out of respect for the maker, who he glanced at briefly with the crystal against his mouth. ”Thanks…” Tipping it to her, he knew Candela made near professional cocktails and he was glad she did this, anticipating the others to be pleasantly surprised; rooting for every chance she could shine in their eyes.
Catcher moved away from the island to place it down on the counter beside the range stove, opening the cupboard above then the fridge to explore without aim as the flurry who was Cloud carried bags of baking produce over, opening everything and pouring powder into a stainless mixing bowl. Watching the debacle, he pushed the bags of sugar, extracts and cans away from the edge of the counter before they would all fall and spill. This was a mess in the making, and he took the egg carton off from balancing on top of some containers which Cloud didn’t read the labels of; some flour for savoury dishes not his sweet treats.”What and how many things are you trying to make?” He had a feeling there was no answer until a banquet tableful lay before them. All his friend wanted to do was chuck the potent bottle of THC into everything and he knew he should stop him, but didn’t want to; everyone would be eating this even if they couldn’t trust Cloud’s kitchen skills not to kill them from the inside out. It would be hilarious to see Rafael and Veronica stoned, mary jane a perfect match maker. However, he was confused that maybe they were now a couple since he only just noticed Rafael was looking deeply into Veronica’s eyes. He leaned over to Candela, puzzled and whispered to her ear, searching her face for answers, hearing Feather’s bell chime of a giggling voice in the living room; something was brewing. ”Did they…?”
Post by Natasha Black on Sept 7, 2021 7:43:32 GMT -5
She looked down at him in the chair, trying to find his eyes as he spoke. The whole ride he hasn't spoken a word to her at all and she thought he might never even say anything. Last time something had happened between them he was the one who reached out coming to take her away for one magical night she wished would never end. Now here she was wanting to mend things between them and all she could think of was to ask him if he was enjoying Claudemas. Her words were just hollow, it wasn't what she wanted to say to him but she knew right now wasn't the best time to discuss anything. She could feel a rift between her and Catch and it was eating a hole through her heart. His words sound almost forced like he doesn't know has to speak to her anymore. He was right though it was like a greeting card but when she thought about it,it was more like a cabin out of a cheesy hallmark movie. It made her smile for a second. It would be a strange script for a movie and what would it be even called A Shape shifter Holiday?It was far from a love story for them, at this point Veronica and Raf had a better chance of hooking up then they did making up.
She watched him get up out of the chair and she remained standing by it running finger along the the top of it awkwardly as he motioned for her to wait.She turned slightly but didn't take any steps towards him." It hasn't been horrible, Feather and I are sharing a room." Things would have been better if Evan had never kissed her, that one grand gesture on his end trying to win her over. She didn't expect it to happen; she didn't stop him either. Right now it was the biggest problem in her life. She never wanted to lead someone on to cause them pain when she rejected them. Now not only did she have to think about what she was going to do about Evan but she had Catcher to think about. He was who she wanted but Evan was great too. She had been fed that for months by friends who thought they were a good match. She and Catcher would both be in a better place if she had just set a line for Evan not to cross. She wasn't even sure where she and Catcher stood as they never made anything official, never putting a label on how they classified themselves.
She watched as he moved over to the bed and reached into his jacket pocket pulling out a shining little bracelet. Her eyes followed as he held it in his hand for a moment before he placed it in hers.She looked down at the gift in her. Looking at the braclet slid her fingers across each charm letting her fingers delicately examine each one. Turning each little piece around to study them finding some sort of memory in each little object that had been attached so thoughtfully in place. She bit the inside of her cheek as she replayed the memories he had connected to the objects herself. The little jewel took her a second to figure out, not recognizing it at first from being part of the whole crowd he had stolen for her originally but ended up going home with Seth. It was only by chance she had even shown up, his performance burned into her memories to never leave her. The sand dollar represents the beach where not only did he save her life but it was where she began to see him through different eyes. The little bolt as from the night they had said loved each other. The guitar pick was in the music where they had originally bonded years ago becoming friends almost in secret from the others and then the mickey mouse ears. They had planned to go just like the zoo trip originally never came to fruition. She swallowed her throat and felt parched from holding in her emotions not wanting to break down and cry in front of him. The gift was so thoughtful putting pieces of their timeline into place."It's just..everything.. Thank you." Her eyes didn't meet while she thanked him as she could feel them getting glossy with tears.
She felt him touch the top of her head gently before moving away from her again.She lifted her head as he spoke again, blinking a little excessive to make it look like she might have just had something in her eye. If he asked she would have said it was dust or something.She again watched him pull something out placing it down on the bed. From where she stood she could see the book but could make out the title." Festive or not you brought it here for me I'll read it." She smiled softly, hiding the rest of her emotions behind it as his thumb ran across her face. He took her hand and tugged on it. She walked a few along with him but stopped as he let go and moved towards the door. She wanted to stop him, pull him back in and thank him probably for his gifts with a hug but she knew throwing her arms around him wouldn't solve anything. She watched him smile and walk away before she sat down on the bed picking up the green leather bound book and rubbing her finger across the tile.She hugged the book to her chest before getting up to find a bathroom to freshen up her face.
She opened the door attached to his room and checked out her makeup in the mirror making sure she didn't have any running mascara. There were a few signs of tearing so she took a tissue out of the box on the counter and wet it before wiping away the little back drip marks until she looked perfect again. Fiddling with the bracelet she placed it down on the counter and positioned her wrist in a way so she could clasp it herself. She was having some difficulty but she didn't want to ask anyone for help as they would probably be curious about the trinkets and ask questions about their origins. She didn't want to have to explain anything, for each individual piece was like a time in which she wished she could return to. When she got it done after several attempts she wiggled her wrist around a little listening to them jingle together as they moved with motions. Pulling down the sleeve on her blue cardigan she looked at herself in the mirror,examining her face for any signs of sadness knowing she didn't want to put a damper on anyone's fun.
She left the bathroom through another door, and headed back to her room to place the copy of the La Belle et la Bête on her pillow. When she walked across the balcony she heard mention of getting a tree and thought that would be a perfect escape for her to let out some frustrations talking with Raf. It seemed like the type of guy who would have some relationship advice even if he looked like nothing but a handsome pile of muscles he must have some substance to him somewhere. Setting the book down she ran her fingers across the lettering one more time.She would read it a little later, though the camping trip they had been represented on her bracelet; it was represented with this piece. She didn't take it for granted and when she tried to leave the room she had.walk back in and tuck it under the mattress to make sure no one would get curious and want to look at it before she got a chance.
Grabbing her coat even though she didn't need it but out of habit of not looking like she was superhuman unaccredited by the cold,she walked down the stairs and made it over to where some of the others had already started letting loose with some drinks. She was going to take the last one still sitting on the try but thought about it for a moment and decided that it would be not to drink anything. When it was an option to drink a lot she usually got a bit out of control."What did I miss, what I thought I heard was Raf comparing himself to a tree? I think he forgot to mention how hard wood is." Natasha laughed, put her coat on and walked over and put on her purple mid calf purple hiking boots. She laced them up quickly and walked and slapped Raf on the shoulder. "All joking aside, I will help you look of a tree, Paul Bunyan."
Last Edit: Sept 15, 2021 6:44:06 GMT -5 by Natasha Black
Post by Candela Steele on Sept 8, 2021 12:21:42 GMT -5
Candela didn’t know Feather but she picked up on couple of things here and there from the text. One she’s quiet one, she’s spiritual, has beautiful tattoos and she’s vegan. Looking at the drinks she made, she wondered if ingredients she used were vegan friendly or not and if she does drink. Candela started looking for mocktail ingredients as she doesn’t want Feather to be left out. They were there as a group which meant she had to be involved in drinking, eating and doing silly things. At the same time she doesn’t know what she likes when it comes to drinking. She facepalmed and cursed under her breath. She took out her phone to text Dani only to realize she told Seth that it’ll be nice to disconnect from the world and there wasn’t any signal either. She placed her on the counter and started thinking about what she can make or just wait it out.
While waiting for Feather to come down, she drowned her cocktail and started making more. As she was in middle of mixing ingredients, one by one everyone came around the bar. Seth started talking about sexy angel and started picturing him in white angel wings, with halo over his head, white clothes. ”If the club was any indication, you will be just fine. You’re one fine ass looking man, you can pull off any outfits. By the way, does everyone look this hot in the pack? I mean, look at you, Catch, Cloud…man, you guys are panty melting men.” She fanned herself with hands right after Seth kissed her cheeks. Her body started heating up and wasn’t sure if fire kicked in, alcohol slowly running in her vein or the fact that these half-human men were sexy. It should be a crime to look that handsome and be single. She wondered why they haven’t found their special someone when they have girls throwing themselves at them.
Candela beamed when her boss told her she might be getting a raise and slid his drink to Seth. Since she was feeling hot, she hugged Claude to cool down. When she had found out that her boss was a vampire, she wanted to run for the hills but more she realized that he wasn’t going to hurt her, she was okay with the idea of working for vampire. She still had her guard up when she notices his eye color changing from bright golden to dark color. When she doesn’t see Claude around, she figures he’s either busy hunting or being a creep with his friends circle to take notes for his research. From looks of it, no one knows what his research consist of or why he’s doing research. Maybe because he’s a goddamn vampire that could you eat you for breakfast. You won’t be enough for him, tiny. She thought to herself and shook her head. Even though her mind was right, she let go off Claude and started making more drinks.
She took her glass and started pouring her second round when Veronica, Cloud and Feather came down. ”Nic, I happen to be a good bartender. Kudos to Dani for teaching me how to make drinks. Now I got you guys covered.” She was thankful for Dani showing her how to make decent drinks in case she wanted to host people at Catcher’s place. Dani wasn’t going to let Candela make crappy drinks or serve wine bottles. There’s something about making decent to good drinks. Everyone loved Dani’s drinks so she had taken Candela under her wing. After several weeks for perfecting couple of her drinks, she was excited to showcase her bartending skills at the getaway. She took more glasses out and started pouring more drinks as Cloud decided to take more drinks. Cloud was this jokester, says whatever he wants and gets away with it. She saw THC bottle in Cloud’s head and she just shook her head. Drinking and THC is a bad combination. She was going to avoid those baked goodies and stick with drinking and cooking for rest of the day until it’s time to get ready and feast.
Candela thought about making several pitchers of different variety of drinks so she isn’t stuck behind the bar for rest of the day. She can whip Christmas punch non-alcoholic and one with alcohol later on. Pouring her drink into her glass, she took a long sip as she eyed interaction between hairy dickhead and Veronica. Liquid came out flying from her mouth and started coughing, heaving for air. In other eyes it might have looked like he was talking about a tree when the truth was he was talking about his dick. He was not innocent. She needed more booze in her to handle Rafael throwing himself at Veronica and there was Natasha coming down the stairs and telling Rafael she’s going to help with the tree. She moved past everyone and went in the kitchen to get towel and drink water. She cleared her throat, wrapping her head around what just happened and all she wanted was to burn her eyes and brain. There wasn’t enough alcohol in the world that would burn image those two together.
Once upon a time, Candela was all over Rafael and wanted a relationship with him. He was great in bed but aside from that, he wasn’t that bright. He had moment where he’s clueless, lost, slow and no to mention throws all the cheese around just to make up for his pea-sized brain. In her eyes, he’s a fucktard caveman who only sees only thing, Veronica. Til this day, Candela does not know what she saw him. Now that he was out of the picture, she has moved on and made peace with the fact that they will never be together. If they were, it would have ended in a bad note. Both of them can’t stand each other and being in the lodge will be a nightmare. The lodge is big enough for her, Natasha and Rafael. As long as she stayed in one corner or made sure there was someone with her, she wasn’t going to worry about them ambushing her. Not that they would. Candela has Rafael saved on her phone as MLCM, Mid-Life-Crisis Man.
Candela cleaned up after herself and went back to bar. Bile rose up her throat as picture kept replaying in her head. She chugged rest of her drink making sure she doesn’t spray anyone. Everyone had a reaction and she waited to see what would Veronica do. She had many talks with Veronica about Rafael and she even told her that it wouldn’t be wise to date Rafael. She will end up getting hurt only because he wanted to settle down and start a family. Veronica was still young and had whole life ahead of her. She had recently made peace with her ex and went on a date with Rafael only to find out she was a werewolf. That night, Candela had a horrible feeling that something was going to happen and when Catcher didn’t show up at home, she was pacing around the living room like a maniac. Veronica had calmed her down that Catcher was with her and she apologized for keeping him out. ”You didn’t miss much love. Asshat, fuckin dickhead, was throwing himself at Nic and kissed her cheek.” Candela poured tequila into a shot glass, drank it and pour another one for Catcher. She looked at Feather giggling up a storm then to Cloud picking on Veronica.
It was obvious that Rafael liked Veronica and she also knew that there was something between Veronica and Catcher. One night Veronica had one too many drinks and told her about Catcher and her during high school and how things would have been different if they had ended up together. Despite everything that happened between Catcher and Veronica, Candela was hopeful that one day both Veronica and Catcher might end up together. Who was she kidding. Deep down everyone knows that those two will not end up together. Just to be on the safe side, she took another shot. Two drinks and shots later, her body started being mellow, loose and her mind was clear. Everything that happened, it was semi blur. She wasn’t tipsy; she had enough liquor in her system to get her butt working on dinner. For some reason, she couldn't get her feet moving as she wanted to see what will unfold between a turd and her friend.
Last Edit: Sept 8, 2021 12:23:00 GMT -5 by Candela Steele
Post by Seth Rivers on Sept 8, 2021 19:21:38 GMT -5
Seth was impressed by Candi's drink making skills though before he drank whatever his young hands could get his fingers on. Usually just large bottles of partly drunken vodka or rum whatever his sister either had hidden somewhere or he got from her charity mixed with whatever was on hand. "I'm no drink connoisseur but Candi but this is pretty good" Seth sip on his drink a bit wanting to be a bit more reserved with her drinking at the moment because the night has just begun. Seth could help but to smile at Candi's compliment. He was good looking and he didn't really look at Catcher as hot,he was his best friend but Cloud could agree that he was very attractive. "Guys and girls in the pack are all good looking and iit carries over to the Crestfalls too. Both Cloud and Feather are good looking if I have to be honest with you." His words were just between him and Candi.when Veronica and Cloud approached he quickly put his mouth to his lips to stop talking. His friends still didn't really know that Seth was less concerned about genders when it came to him finding people attractive. "Sexy I guess. I don't know what everyone's got yet"
He shifted on his feet hoping they didn't over hear anything. No one said anything so he shifted his attention to Claude who was singing loudly out to Catcher or Ronaldo which was his gun little pet name for him. Seth was one of the only people in the group who didn't have a wild nickname from the eccentric vampire. He didn't mind though he didn't need a nickname compared to the others his name fit him just fine. "I'm sure Claude has a bunch of stuff planned for us and don't see you on the couch much. I know I love to just chilli but it's Claudemas. Look at him, he's so happy." Seth gestured over to Calude before he also walked over to join the group. He watched Feather come join them in the common space but take a seat on the couch distancing herself from the drink table.
He was almost too distracted by her entrance that he almost didn't realize Calude was offering him another drink. Talking about deer blood and that it was safe Seth blinked a few times trying to comprehend all going on around him "Sure thanks, Dude."Cloud was talking about THC and baking with it. He felt he was trying to focus on too much but it all slowed down a bit when Claude walked away. "She will be princess tonight and probably something different in the morning the longer you're around Claude he either calls you one thing or six different names.. He keeps things interesting." Seth could hear the vampire talking about a tree down the hall with Raf and soon after the lumberjack looking man came stilling in like he owned the place next to Veronica. The words that came out of Raf's mouth made his jaw drop. He was glad he had nothing in his mouth because if he did it would have probably just fell out and landed on the floor. He heard Catcher's voice behind him singing the end of all I want for Christmas and he wondered if his friend just saw all that transpired. If he didn't he would have to tell I'm all about it later. It had to be one of the boldest things he saw the big guy do so far. Wide eyed he walked away and sat down with Feather on the couch.
Seth was glad when Natasha appeared speaking up in a way to break the tension that had just unfold in the room. She seemed a bit off because she really didn't expect to hear what came out of her mouth. He could remember the day his pack sister would blush and be at a loss of words. College must have helped her come out of her shell. "Ha, nice." He mocked an air high five as he just sat down with Feather on the couch loving her little giggle fit. She reminded him of Cloud right now, and it confused him greatly. He didn't understand how they could be so different but so alike. Waiting for her to quiet down he leaned over and whispered to her a question so quiet because he didn't want the others to hear. "Just a question is your brother single?"
Post by Veronica Call on Sept 9, 2021 11:38:08 GMT -5
These Rafael Wolfe’s dreams have been getting horrible. For other girls it would have been a beautiful wet dreams. Veronica doesn’t know what her subconscious is trying to tell her when she’s sleeping. During the day she can distract herself, not think about Rafael and even if she did, she would start thinking what he did to Candela. It was bizarre that he was chasing her like she was in heat. To make it even worse, she doesn’t know if he’s Candela’s ex man, ex fling, ex booty call. All she knows is that Candela and Rafael used to hook up and Candela had feelings for him but it was one way. She got over him after she threw herself in work and books. Veronica didn’t want to break the girl code by getting into a relationship with Rafael. She did technically did break the code when she went out on a date with him and didn’t think about this much when she was wearing purple short dress that covered just right amount of skin and areas.
Mentally she was banging her head against a brick wall for being an idiot and overthinking about everything. She may have finally cracked and being at the lodge was just a figment of her imagination. She started asking herself if she ate banana pill and was seeing things or not. She nodded in confirmation when Claude started replacing words from All I want for Christmas song to Claudemas and Ronaldo and once more when she overheard him tell Rafael that his princess wants a tree. Veronica was losing it and looking at the drink in her hand then at Candela then back at her drink. She set her glass down and sat on the bar stool, thinking there was something in it and not wanting to drink it anymore. It was good but she wasn’t going to risk it. She had stopped drinking after having four to five drinks and if shots are involved she would have two drinks and a shot. She was trying to cut back on drinking as it made her think about things she wanted to avoid. Also, do things she wouldn’t remember the next day.
Rafael’s cologne surrounded her followed by a heavy hand on her back. A chill went up her spine as she looked up through her lashes at him. His close proximity sent her heart racing. Veronica’s eyes widen, pupils dilated and slowly nodded as his words settled into her brain. He’s impossible not to notice, he’s impossible not to crave; even now her fingers twitch with the imagined feeling of running them along his neck, of slowly unbuttoning his jacket. She stared at his plump lips surrounding by lots of dark facial hair. It was very masculine and the thought of that crinkly hair giving her whisker burns in places that would make her toes curl was making it difficult for her to focus. She stood up, ready to race out of bar place and straight into a cold shower. She wouldn’t sleep with Rafael not matter how much her body craves his touches, warm green gaze. She couldn’t do that to Candela. She could certainly admire how attractive he was, but nothing could ever come of it.
Veronica’s cheeks flushed when Rafael gave her a kiss. He had done this in the past and her body never reacted like it did that moment. If she could come out of her body for a brief second or moment then beat the crap out of it for being a traitor she would. She hated how her body reacted to his touches. She turned around, her back to Rafael, picked up her drink and chugged it. ’Fuck it. I need this.’ Veronica turned around after placing her her glass down and looked into his green eyes. ”For a minute it sounded like you were talking about yourself. Mr. Wolfe, I suggest you keep your cock in your pants and stay at least 100 feet away from me. I don’t want to be responsible for your injuries.” Hundred feet was for her safety not his. Veronica needed some willpower over her actions and body and lately there hasn’t been any willpower.
Her eyes roamed the room and looked like everyone was watching her and Rafael like it was some sort of a movie. All they needed was a theatre room seats and popcorn. Candela witnessed her ex fling kiss her friend and Veronica did not know how to feel about it. She had nothing to apologize for as she didn’t kiss him but felt guilty. Cloud was first one to break the silence and teased her about first kiss. Leave it to Cloud to bring her back to reality. He could have easily taken her and threw her outside in the snow and it would have been like cold shower. She wiped corner of her lips with her finger. At this point she didn’t know if she was actually drooling or Cloud was being an ass and made her conscious about the drool. ”That tree better not be Charlie Brown’s Christmas Tree.” Veronica looked at Rafael then Natasha. She noticed that Feather was enjoying this, she curtsy and smiled.
Veronica left the group and followed Cloud in the kitchen. She needed air and little fun to get her thoughts away from Rafael. She pulled out flour from panty, got on top of the kitchen counter, opened the bag and dumped it over Cloud’s head. She threw empty flour bag on the floor, wiping hands and looked at his icy blue eyes with a smile on her lips. She poked a mountain lion and she will get something in return. Back of her head she knew this was not going to end well. ”Do you want eggs with that flour?” Veronica slightly smirked and jumped off the counter, picked up empty flour bag and threw in the trash. She opened the fridge and got rest of cookie ingredients out before placing them on clean counter.
Post by Claudius Galloway on Sept 9, 2021 15:48:55 GMT -5
Cluade felt Candi give him a hug but he didn't know for a moment if he should just shake her off or just stand still so he stood there wide eyed for a second until she let him go. He thought of her as this little breakable doll compared to himself, it was one of the reasons Claude gravitated to the shapeshifters; they were not as breakable as most. He would make more friends with the vampires but most of them thought he was a bit too eccentric for most. He just thought if he had to live forever why be old and stuff like the rest. He loved his second chance at life and was even though he was technically not alive she would enjoy every second of it. Returning back where most of the group was gathered, Raf followed him soon after.
Claude was able to hear Catcher singing back to him and he smiled to see his friends. Claude didn't want to play favorites but if you ever asked him he would say Ronaldo was his favorite. There was just something about him Claude liked the most, besides the fact he was the first of the pack that he had met in his wolf form, he never mentioned too often that he smelt. He received a hug from his friend. "Aww thanks buddy." He ruffled his Catcher hair a bit but it didn't mess up as well as before. It was shorter than the last time he had seen him. Not paying much attention and was going on with everyone else ,he knew that Raf was like Veronica and he had promised Queenie he wouldn't do any more research on her relationship after the dramatic end to their date night he didn't want to cause more problems for them both. Hearing all the snickers and giggles from behind him Claude turned to face the bar to see what happened. He saw the buff buddy looking like he was waiting for a response from Veronica. For a quick second he reached into his back pocket almost looking to grab his notebook but he scrunched up his face and hit his hand off his forehead. Felig stupid for making such a dumb promise.
His loophole came when Natasha came down stairs in her jacket chiming in talking about wood. He slid out his notebook and looked over at the blonde she wolf. " So does comparing yourself to a tree work, and how hard should his wood be ?" Claude laughed and the joke went over his head a bit but at the same time he was loving how clever the little wolf lady entered the conversation so smoothly like she had been there the whole time. Not getting a response right away He kept his eyes on Veronica but started poking sprinkles in the shoulder, trying to see if he could get a reaction but it seemed like she was also focused on this weird pair in front of them. He listened as Veronica spoke her piece and snickered a bit, "Ahh your all taking about his weiener...Hahaha."
Post by Rafael Wolfe on Sept 9, 2021 17:18:52 GMT -5
Raf stood at Veronica's side ignoring all the snickers and laughs he saw an opening so he took it. For himself he knew it was bold comparing himself to a tree but there was an opening so he took it. He knew he looked good and smelt good; he just hoped she would be receptive to his advances. He wanted him to speak up but Natasha broke the silence talking about how hard his wood was, he turned his head quickly and looked at the little blonde holding her red coat in her arm. His mouth hung open . She was being a bit witty with her words then he had thought she could be. He thought she was more reserved and more prudish but for her to mention his wood Raf knew it wouldn't come off great with Veronica.
Closing his mouth he smiled awkwardly over at Veronica, what came out of her mouth was almost a bit scary. She wanted him a hundred feet away from her and mentioned injuries. He put his hand up in the air to tell her to slow down a second. "Woah now I didn't mention anything about my.." He looked over at Claude and Tash disappointly" My cock, wood or weiner you are the ones with the dirt minds. Especially Tash, she mentioned that first she must have someone else wood on her brain." He shot her a look as she sat there with her boots looking at him. He looked back toward Veronica as she moved off. " Were all here to celebrate Caludemas, where's your spirit of togetherness?"sighing he grumbled a bit under his breath and put his arms down motioning her toward the door. " Let's go…" He opened the door leaning towards outside and waited for Natasha to get up. " If I'm Paul Bunyan, are you Babe… before you get an attitude Babe was the name of his ox.."
Raf walked out the door and out towards a shed where Calude said there was everything that he needed to cut a tree down out there. He wished he had someone else coming with him, Tash wasn't the largest one of the group so any tree above five feet she would probably find tall. Not to mention she did look strong enough to help get the tree onto the sled but since being around Veronica and the others he had learned to never judge people before you go to know them. They might be some supernatural being in disguise. Getting to the shed he kicked snow away from the opening clearing it from the doorway. Once the doorway was cleared he pulled on the door to open it and when he did a big pile of snow fell off the roof and landed on his head. He shook it off quickly and dusted the rest off his shoulders. " I can see why some people could hate snow."
On the inside of the shed door where a few flashlights secured to the back of the door and finding no light switch Raf plucked one out of its holder and began searching the shed for a chainsaw, gasoline and a sled. He rooted around for a few minutes and found all that he needed placed nearly together in a little pile by the back. From the looks of everything inside they would have enough sports equipment to snowboard or ski and it put Raf in a bit of a better mood. He brought everything out and pointed over to the snowmobile parked beside the house. " Are we driving or walking?"
Post by Cloud Crestfall on Sept 10, 2021 4:29:15 GMT -5
”Uh…” Spreading his hands over the assortment of ingredients he laid on the counter, he waved over them as though he was swimming the breaststroke, pun intended. Showing Catcher he was considering using everything, making anything, baking all the things, he wasn’t even sure they would turn out edible, but where his idea had been simple and basic with hashed brownies now he wanted to create something more advanced. They could look hideous but they would serve their purpose, feed his belly and get everyone high. Realistically, someone needed to make some Claudemas pastries and if he could have, he would have made a beautiful gingerbread house with stick versions of them all; they were not in celebrating right if they didn’t end up with some sort of log cake, or anything tastier.
The spectacle that had been Rafael giving Veronica a peck on the cheek led him to trick her into believing she was leaking some drool out of the corner of her lips and he was elated how well it worked. Even better was what Natasha walked directly to them and said outright it was about ‘wood’; Rafael was speaking with innuendos and he never expected the blonde virgin mary to be so open. It was confusing for a second and his mouth fell open, bright ideas sparking everywhere in his brain; thinking of making cookies that looked like balls, cupcakes that looked like boobs and a whole giant dick for Veronica to eat. Natasha didn’t know what she had inspired and he stared at her, wondering why she was leaving to chop timber until he realised she was probably the second person who got along with Rafael best. The key to it being how large it had to be, something like what she might imagine Rafael’s cock to appear, dusted with milk chocolate she wouldn’t be able to resist taking a bite, or a suck. The icing on top would be some realistic, white sugar jizz and his eyes sparkled as shining as his mind; if she was not amused, he would smash it in her face. Veronica was the thirstiest so she could also be the hungriest, he decided as he grinned, grabbing the whisk and an egg in his right hand to begin.
What was in his head made him snicker; her future reaction included. As far as he could tell, everyone had been giggling about their interaction so he was sure this was nothing she could get mad about; perverted private parts she had to eat were fun but if she didn’t want the penis confectionary, he might bake a vagina cake instead for her. Throwing his hair back, he was hard pressed not to burst out laughing again when a ton of dust fell on his face. His eyes shut, he started tasting flour in his mouth, partially licking and trying to get it off his tongue because it was a tasteless, horrible texture. With his free hand, he wiped his eyes, powder whitening his lashes and frosting his whole face and he put down the whisk in very slow motion. He heard her jump down the counter, space made for her to get up where Catcher had pushed all his stuff away from the edge; what good did that do now, she spilled a whole bag of flour on him and Cloud turned robotically, stiff as the piles on his shoulders and arms started falling off to the floor like snow.
Nobody had stopped Veronica, he could see now out of the corner of his eyes that Candela was busy downing a shot of tequila which he now kind of wanted and Catcher was leaning over listening to her talk about what he had missed. ”She wants him so bad!” He announced over Candi to embarrass Veronica, distracting the bratty princess and swiftly smacked down on top of her head with his palm. It was the hand that held the egg. ”I have the eggs to my flour now, thanks.” Yolk and gelatinous egg white dripped down her hair soggily and shook in flecks from his hand as he wrung it, crushed bits of shell smearing as he collected some of the flour on his body and flicked it at her, sprinkling all over her head too. Seasoning her with an over the top act, he paused then began to mix the batter he was making before she came and contaminated it, pouring some of the THC in the bottle into the goopy combination. With a finger, he licked the raw stuff even though he shouldn’t, tasting the remnants he wiped off the whisk coyly as he watched her, repeating it until he just wiped the batter on her cheek.
Ripping the chocolate powder bag open, a puff of it blew out over counter, landing on them so he looked at his pants for a moment before throwing the whole thing at Catcher and Candi. It was hard enough of a toss the bag smacked into the side of his friend’s head, burst at the seams and spilled in a gust over him and the doll of a girl like sugared, cocoa rain. As romantic as he could make it, he had always been curious about the pair’s dynamic, kept in the dark from seeing their actual relationship; this was one of the biggest mysteries in his life right now. Rafael’s ‘garden gnome’ was now Catcher’s 'angel' and things had never been weirder than all of them under one roof, out of touch with the rest of the world; what could go wrong, he did like a good drama if they had fresh buttered popcorn.
Hands nasty, he rubbed his face, smudging off some of the flour with the back of his hand, creating swirls he couldn’t see, he started wheezing a little, shaking as his laughter took over and he was rocking back and forth, unable to keep still, collapsing a little over the surface of the counter, needing support. They were lucky the woodsman giant had left to cut the most magnificent tree he could find. He slid off the kitchen top once he caught his breath and shook his head so a fog of flour came off at Veronica, grinning as he studied her face. ”So you wanna help?” He eyed the stuff she had taken out of the fridge and noticed they were for cookie dough; she could work on it. ”We’re making the cock you want. You can hold it, shape it, play with it, eat it...” Pushing her buttons, Cloud made her fantasise about it.Deep down, he knew they weren’t going to make much progress, and once Paul Bunyan returned, he was going to be appalled at what he had done to his precious, who was really closer to Cloud as a friend, his coconut ho than ever being Rafael’s wifey; the predictable scene caused him to think about saving more food destruction for when the man could see. He’d probably fume with steam out of his ears, red in the face, vessels popping and storming like a charging bull if he had to watch her get drenched in milk then covered in cornflakes.
This was not his plan, it was not his fault and he peeked at Claude to see if the vampire was enraged by them soiling the kitchen, slouching as if he could hide himself. Like a bad kid, he was pinning it all on her, pointing to her head as he circled her, eyes in shock at her notorious behaviour when it was mostly him by now. Big lumberjack man was definitely going to come at him, give him no time to explain Veronica was just a stalker wing woman as she had followed him into the pantry and started this. Then again the Beach man would wet himself if she had abused him this way, thinking it was the ultimate turn on and he lolled his head from side to side, dismissing why he should care. Cloud actually wanted to eat everything no matter what he made but this was a detour so great he might grab some pre made stuff to satiate the hunger until the feast unless she could produce a twenty minute cookie from the oven; he was looking forward to that more than he was to receiving presents.
Post by Feather Crestfall on Sept 10, 2021 14:44:46 GMT -5
Feather watched from the couch interested in what was unfolding with Veronica and Raf. No one had really asked her opinion about the two but if she was to be questioned she did feel like there was sexual attraction from both but Raf seemed to be more into trying to turn into more of a relationship thing. Veronica energy about the guy was all over the place. Feather heard Veronica words to him but she could read they didn't match up to her body language but she wouldn't say anything to the lumberjack just yet. Feather never really meddled in people's feelings unless she really thought they needed some spiritual intervention to uncross wires.
She sort of felt bad for Raf, he was trying to play it smooth but everyone else even herself just seemed his attempt as just more cheese he was throwing on the pile. Tash's comment about wood was actually clever and Claude just made everything so much worse for his friend. Veronica words though many have sound threatening to Feather they sounded so empty. She was way too busy trying to study the dynamic she didn't even notice Seth had sat down beside her till she heard him whispering close to her ear. Is Cloud single, why would Seth want to know that? She looked over at the golden skinned boy oddly and stared at him for a second hoping she didn't misunderstand his words. She liked Seth; he brought happiness wherever he went. She loved him positively and his ability to adapt to most situations. Everyone was all focused on other things and paying them any attention but Feather decided to whisper back. "Of course, Cloud is like the wind; he loves the freedom to do whatever when with whoever." She leaned over and leaned her head on Seth's shoulder still being quiet."Do you like him? Because if he confuses you just know you're not the only one."
Her twin could be very perplexing to people, besides the clothes and the nail polish he was very open about his opinion on most things. Sometimes she couldn't comprehend what went on in Cloud's head and if he even had a filter. Getting up from the couch she could hear a commotion going on with the kitchen. Letting her feline curiosity take over she walked close to the kitchen and peeked her head. She got there just in time to see Cloud breaking an egg over Veronica's head and a bunch of flour all over the place. She cringed and stepped right back out. There was no way she was going in there, she didn't want to be covered in any sort of baking ingredients, it might ruin her makeup. She popped her head back in to send her brother a warning. "Cloud Sebastian Crestfall, you better not think I am helping you clean up that mess."
She walked away from the kitchen and turned up the Christmas music and started dancing around the room. She couldn't wait for Raf and Tash to comeback with the tree. Looking around the room she couldn't see any decorations for it anyway. Claude was standing in the corner with his notebook so wanting to know where the decorations were she tapped him on the shoulder. " Fangs...where are then ordements for the tree?"
Post by Catcher Reeves on Sept 10, 2021 20:13:33 GMT -5
After Candela told him Rafael had made a move, he leaned back slowly just looking at her as though he had walked into something awkward. She was fussing over drinks and didn’t notice that he was similarly uncomfortable with those two going zero to sixty. Quizzically, he pursed his lips in a contorted full spectrum of expressions, thankful she poured the shot. He watched her down it, taking his own a little apprehensively as he turned back to face what came as an explosion of chocolate. The bomb went up his nose, into every crevice of his face and he winced while it smacked him across his right eye and fell to the ground with a splat, some product still filling its weight, with most of the powder spraying into him. Going blank, he inhaled more of the cocoa, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, smudging melted chocolate in a streak across his cheek. The glass he was holding was now swirling with muddy brown, half empty because he had tried to drink it and the rest was dripping down from his eyes like running lines, burning. He sighed heavily and tossed the concoction into his mouth, a hot sweet gasoline was still better than the bland, cocaine looking dust Cloud had in his mouth.
He looked over at Claude to see him preoccupied with a notebook, reading with a pen in his hand but not actually scribbling away; he wasn’t going to be pleased but it was too late now and it was Claudemas. It struck him as odd that Seth was more withdrawn than usual but he assumed it might have been the journey since he wanted to go chill on the sofas too; he just couldn’t in this state. A breeze of umber dust fell from his shortened hair, unable to cling to strands, as he glimpsed Natasha leave with Rafael. When she came down from their rooms prepared to go out, he was both conflicted and relieved; her wood remark exposing part of the precocious girl he was unhappily obsessing over. It wasn’t news to him that she got along with Rafael to the point he felt he had to be present at all times to defend Candela from the combined scorn which was increasing anxiety in his plans for her holiday gift tomorrow. For the first time in his life, there was a woman so near him she became uncharted territory and he wasn’t sure when he was fumbling and when he was delivering so he had shed a layer of feelings to Claude for reassurance.
As a drop of egg stretched down the back of Veronica’s hair, he took a beaker and filled it at the sink, going over to the mixing bowl and filling it with half the content so the batter actually had the correct consistency. Then he flipped the container over Cloud’s head. Flour was now wet white cloudiness, trickling and sticking to him. He gave Cloud a satisfied smile, taking the bowl from his hands to spatula it into a baking tray. All the batter rolled out in folds into the mold smoothly and he stopped when it was filled, rounding the messy couple as if he didn’t enjoy this as much as he was beginning to. Scooping the excess as he walked, he threw it at Veronica, expecting her to be horrified with her mouth open so he could throw more of it. It reeked of herb, something strong and splattered on her face, globs like thick paint made sounds as it plopped onto her chest and the floor. She did want Rafael; he could see it in her eyes, feel the sexual tension, knowing her too well made it disturbing and he knew she was aware he could tell.”If the one you make doesn’t work out, she knows what to ‘do’.” He licked a finger, amused as he sucked off the raw bitterness that was going to be so bad despite being masked by the chocolate, offhandedly stating the obvious. His gaze flicked back to Veronica as he smirked shrewdly, aiming to wash his hand as he made his way back to Candela, before he left handprints everywhere.
”Are you going to cook?” The tap turned on, and he rinsed off the residue, asking Candela as he scanned how lightly stained she was. She was a great chef but it was tedious process to feed so many and he thought she wouldn’t get very far with the clowning around here.”Maybe Claude’s got a turkey for you… Don’t stress yourself.” That would be a start and it was truly the only focal point for a holiday feast these days. Suggesting she search so she could avoid being messed up; he was waiting for Veronica’s revenge with a sense of the inevitable. In that moment of dread, he suddenly perked up, hearing Feather call his friend an unfitting middle name patronisingly; it made him chuckle and he stared at Cloud before sifting a spoonful of sugar to fling at him like a ballista, pressing a button on the oven so it pre heated.
Certain Feather wasn’t going to stay around them though if she poked her head in, he seconded her warning, equally sure that even while Cloud cleaned, the mess would increase first. All the more incentive to get something edible out of this than nothing at all, peckish; he went to the cupboard and took out a box of shortbread biscuits, crunching on it where he stood, saving crumbs from landing to minimal effect. ”You know he’s gonna make… ballsacks with the cookie dough…” Chewing his biscuits so fast it was all consumed within minutes, he chucked the last bite to himself and caught it in his mouth, breaking the piece to ignore that he just said balls aloud while eating; Veronica was really encouraging someone who would make butt shaped waffles without realising she was going to get drugged. For all they knew, Cloud would fill a cake with banana pills just to see what the girls would do, laughing all the way to Claude’s stash; they should be more afraid of the memorabilia after than the current.
Last Edit: Sept 10, 2021 20:25:42 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Natasha Black on Sept 11, 2021 12:19:29 GMT -5
Just by his approach, Natasha knew Rafeal was going to get an unfavorable response from Veronica. She sat there smiling just waiting for her oldest friend to embarrass the big guy. Now if she were alone and not surrounded by everyone he would have had a better chance. There was no way Veronica was going to let him get away with causing her to become the center of attention. When he raised his arm in the air and called her out Tash just shrugged.” You set yourself up for that Raf. I just said what everyone else was thinking."There was no way everyone wasn't thinking he was referring to himself in some way or another. She had just walked in the best moment to mention anything. She was the last one to come downstairs, and the rest of the group seemed more invested in seeing Veronica reactin she didn't want any attention on her. It was why she agreed so quickly to get out of the grand cabin with Raf. It took so much of herself to keep it together with Catcher that she needed the time outside to rest.
Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a white toque with a large puffy pom pom on top and slipped it onto her head to keep her hair neatly in place from the wind that would inevitably blow it around outside. Moving when Raf told her, she walked over to the open glass door which looked out into a thick blanket of snow. It sparkled like Claude’s skin in the sunlight. Her steps made the first imprint in the pristine white powder, She looked one look back toward the kitchen and sighed. She took a few more steps out the door allowing Raf to follow her out the door. When she made the Paul Bunyon reference she wasn’t thinking about the blue ox that the giant man would often be pictured with. “Look at yourself man, you're dressed head to toe like a woodsman. Look at me..” She spun around in a circle with her arms out in the air.” I definitely look nothing like a cow, and don't even joke about calling me Babe. I already have enough things I have to explain.” The last thing she needed after the Evan kiss incident was this big hair cheese maker calling her babe. That would go over will with anyone.
She let Raf lead the way through the snow and over to the shed, Calude must have told him it was where they could find the supplies. The fair sized structure matched well with the cabin. It too was built out of solid striped logs that matched the cabin exactly. Itf it wasn't a store shed it would be enough to be a small hunting cabin. The only thing it was missing was electricity because when the door were open the inside of the windowless structure was completely dark. If it was the fall this place would remind Tash of a palace someone w=could get lost in and killed in a horror movie. For a second she thought about walking inside around in the dark and scaring Raf. The genetic advantage with being able to see better in the dark then a regular human would come in handy for this but she decided not. The last thing she wanted was Raf to be too scared to even want to go anywhere and there was no way she wanted to haul a tree back by herself. She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited and just as she was about to say something he came to the opening with all the equipment loaded onto a big black utility sled.
She looked toward the house as Raf mentioned driving a saw a big yellow and back snowmobile that was large enough for two people to ride comfortably. He was giving her the choice and there was no way she wanted to be waiting for him to trudge through the deeper snow drifts. She was lighter then him so she wouldn't sink nearly as deep as Raf would. "Driving and I'll even let you be the pilot." She poke her head inside the shed and found the keys for the vehicle inside the door and walked over to the machine and stuck the key in the ignition turning the key making it rumble to life. " You have driven one of these before, right?" From what she had heard Raf hadn't seen snow before today and the more she thought about it the less secure she felt letting him drive the thing. " Scratch everything I'm driving. Hook up sleds and let's get going."
Post by Candela Steele on Sept 11, 2021 17:24:04 GMT -5
Candela squat and looked through the cabinet to find bottled juices. One by one she placed cranberry, orange and pineapple juice bottles on the counter and took out sparkling water. For a vampire, the house is fully stocked. She didn’t mind that it was stocked rather curious on who stocked it. In a glass, she pour decent amount of juices and sparkling water, little bit of ice and added orange peel on top. She handed the glass to Feather with a smile on her face. ”I’m guessing you don’t drink but I couldn’t stand there and not have you participate. I’ll make a pitcher for you and anyone else who wants mocktail.” She just need to find out enough pitchers in the house to make both cocktails and mocktails. After all, it was the holidays and they have to eat, enjoy, and be merry.
”So how does a blond, tiny, stripper, and might I add beautiful lady score a guy from the pack?” Candela in front of Feather and Seth when she asked. She was watching Catcher from corner of her eye. Every guy and girl had their own unique, quirkiness and the way they show love. They weren’t attached to anyone and the respect they had for each other was something that Candela had admired. Everyone was happy and so far having a good time. It was until Veronica opened her mouth and threaten Rafael. A small laugh slipped through her lips and couldn’t hold it back. Bluffing. As much as she knows Veronica, she knew that she would never hurt anyone that too a human. As much as asshat deserves wrath, snakiness from Veronica. He was slow, dimwitted and nothing more than piece of meat.
Candela watched Natasha and Rafael leave the house and she let out breath of air. She didn’t realize that she was holding her breath at the end. She walked to the bar, took out shot glasses for everyone, poured tequila and sparkling water Seth’s and Feather’s. ”Let’s play a game.” She raised her glass in the air, ”Each time asshat says something stupid, talks about himself, or makes fun of himself we take a shot.” She drowned hers back and placed the glass on the counter. This was easiest way to get drunk. Good thing is that no one has to drive or walk far. She separated Seth’s and Feather’s from everyone’s so there wouldn’t be any confusion.
Candela watched Veronica storm after Cloud and laughed. Veronica was up to no good and she was not going to stop her. Why would she? Like everyone else, Veronica needed to have fun. Her heart breaks for her when she told her what her past was like it. She deserves happiness and there’s little hope that Rafael might be able to keep her happy. If she really thought about it, Catcher is Veronica’s ex, Rafael is Candela’s ex fling and Natasha is Veronica’s friend who may or may not love Catacher. In some sort, they all broke girls code. Veronica and Rafael had one disastrous date and Candela didn’t know how she felt about it then. Now, she can’t be a bad friend and stop Veronica seeing Rafael. To hell with girl code and whatever bullshit there might be.
Candela was about to pour her third shot when brown, chocolatey powder snowed around her and Catcher. She looked at Catcher, frozen mid-way of pouring and laughed. She laughed hard making tears roll down her cheeks. It was going to hurt her jaw if she does not stop. After couple of minutes of laughing, she finished pouring the shot and slide it to Catcher. Candela inhaled and exhaled to calm her laughter and body. It was funny that Veronica and Cloud were acting like teenagers and Catcher joined them by throwing water at Cloud then batter. Mess they were creating, she did not want to be part of. She shook her head and whatever powder fell on her head was now on her clothes or on the floor. ”The way you guys made a mess, I don’t think I will have clean area to cook anything. We can just order in and I’ll cook tomorrow. After all, you do love my cooking. I’m going to fatten you, handsome. If I don’t then I’ll change my name.” Candela was hell bent on feeding everyone, aside from Claude, during the stay. The way kitchen was looking, there was not a chance she will have time to clean and cook. She held her laugh when Feather was taunting Cloud that she will not be helping him clean the mess.
”We shouldn’t be cleaning it to be begin with. Nic, Cloud, Catch can clean it up. I want the kitchen to be spotless!” She threw spotless over her shoulder as she walked to the living room where Feather was dancing. Mistletoe by Justin Bieber starts playing; she grabbed Feather’s hand and twirled herself. Candela let Feather's hand go and went to grab Claude's. "Let loose boss man!" Candela doesn't know how Claude turned into vampire, how old he is and how old he was when he was turned. He looks young and some how she felt little jealous that he gets to live his life looking like hot, young person until the day he dies. Which would be never if he played his cards right. She didn't know about vampire and werewolf world, she learns as she goes. Veronica went over the details, cliff note version about both the worlds. She didn't know how to react aside from screaming on top of her lungs and running. It took her some time to wrap her head around the fact that everyone are were-human and Claude is a vampire.
Post by Seth Rivers on Sept 12, 2021 7:54:19 GMT -5
There was a brief moment Seth regretted asking g Feather anything, as he sat beside her on the sofa. He had been around Feather a few times but she was always so quiet, almost private where her brother was loud and said all that came to his mind. He really enjoyed getting to know them both but when it came to his question about Cloud he thought his mystical sister was definitely the right one to ask first. He felt her long silver hair drape onto his arms as she leaned over him and placed her head on his second. He let a small smile escape his lips at this little exchange. He listened as she let the words out of her mouth as quietly as possible. Her words about Cloud not being with anyone didn't shock Seth, He just was trying to see if maybe she could tell him more about her brother then he could figure out himself. It seemed she knew that when others or even herself looking at Cloud got her confused.
While he just sat there for a second he watched Candi pass Feather a glass full of juice. Seth liked the little blonde. For one she was a great cook so there were nights after work he would pop over to the Reeves house to see if she was okay being in the big house alone. A few times she had offered him some dinner and Seth would take her up on it. She was a great cook but he didn't mention his visits much to anyone else. He just thought from time to time she would like some company. He needed the company himself though, the summer was great, Catcher and Veronica were back, Tash was getting to a happier place. After the summer half the group went off to college and his life had become occupied with building engines from the ground up. This was the first time everyone was all together and he noticed once again the group dynamic had changed. He wasn't going to ask questions he just hoped as they all got settled in things would go most back to normal.
Seth looked over his shoulder as Candi asked how she could score a member from the pack. The only for members from the pack here, six if you include the twins. They were free to do things of their own including running with the wolves if they liked. There was almost something comical about the pairing. Usually cats and dogs didn't get along but they all just went together like peanut butter and jelly. He almost deduced that she was probably talking about his best friend. Seth shook his head at Candi and shrugged. "I can't give you any advice there. Catcher is usually pretty quiet about things. Watch out for Tash she can't hide much." He didn't know what was going on between him and Tash or even if there was even a chance of giving them some weird mash up relationship name. Seth let his eyes wander around the room he didn't really want to talk about right now, all the girls always liked his friend but he usually had no luck compared to him.
When Candi moved over to the drink bar and asked them about the drinking game it picked up Seth's mood completely. What he didn't know was why she was pouring him shots of sparkling water for both jon and Feather. It made Seth chuckled because she was acting responsible trying to not get him the baby of the group drunk. "Haha we are all going to end up drunk by the end of the night excluding me. Hit me with the real stuff doll. I'm not being left out getting drunk. I might have somebody to kiss later." He started to laugh hysterically and finished what he had in his second glass. He was already two drinks down and he wasn't feeling any. He got up off the couch and grabbed a tequila shot off the tray. "This one's for him comparing himself to a tree." Seth tosses the drink back and swallows it quickly sticking out his tongue after and shaking his head as the tequila tasted horrible on its own. He pulled his tongue back in his mouth and wiped the drop off his face with the back of his hand. "Now everyone has to catch up. " Seth flopped back down on the couch being Feather and looked up at the ceiling. "If I hit on either of you later, just shove a sandwich in my face I'll sober up with food."
Seth was about to think about getting something to eat when he could see something going on with what looked like flour from where he was. Seeing a little Cloud of the white powder puff up around he decided against it. He would grab a snack after they were all done. He watched Feather get up and scold her brother from outside of the room. He had never seen this side of her; it was actually pretty funny seeing more of the way they acted around each other. He was getting a little more of a glimpse into how they must have been as kids. "Sebastian? It actually sort of suits him too.. it's not actually his real name isn't? Because Cloud just sounds like some hipster name he gave himself." He waited for a response but saw her move on to dancing to the Christmas music like she didn't say anything. He watched Candi join in too as Feather made her way over to Claude and poked him on the shoulder. " Fangs. It works well actually." He was surprised that no one had given Claude a nickname till now with all the ones he thought of for everyone else. "I'll help get them if there tucked away still."
Post by Veronica Call on Sept 13, 2021 6:55:28 GMT -5
Her body was betraying her when even Rafael is involved. Her mind and heart were at war about pros and cons. Her little snapping moment towards Rafael was uncalled for. She knew that and probably everyone did do. She knew she needed space and something had to be done. One way or another she did not want to go down the path that will destroy her and possibly Rafael. Any guy that gets close to her or starts dating, they end up leaving her. She at times found herself thinking about taking a step back by going off grid and reevaluating herself. She needed another person perspective or rather her own. Veronica started drinking socially now and it’s been tough as she barely sleeps. Rafael wet dreams, Axel leaving, Catcher leaving and doing god knows what when she went off grid. It was horrible days. As she looked around her, she found everyone laughing, smiling and she can feel that this is where she truly belonged. Yes, there are times where she finds herself in a dark tunnel or in a middle of a storm where she cannot escape.
From corner of her eyes she watched Rafael and Natasha went on a hunt for a perfect Christmas Tree. Even though they weren’t together and she was in denial, she hoped that Rafael would be safe. It was easier to heal when you’re a werewolf but for humans not so much. Thanking the stars that Natasha went and since she’s the only person that gets along with Rafael. She wondered how those two became friends and were playing team when it came to Candela. All the months she knew Candela, she didn’t come off as heartless, cold bitch. She was nice human being.
Veronica thought she was one step ahead of Cloud as she took couple of steps. Little she knew that Cloud will always have a comeback or some sort of actions. When it came to Cloud, no one was safe. He will blurt out what he’s thinking which might be filtered or unfiltered just never know. Her body stiffened as he announced how much she wants Rafael. Her eyes widen, wished the floor would eat her up. She looked down, murmuring how she should have avoided Cloud. But she should have known better than to poke a mountain lion. Yellow liquid dripped slowly down her hair, followed by bits of egg shells and egg whites. ”You little…” Veronica turned around to yell at Cloud even more when flour powder was sprinkled like snow over her head and body.
She huffed as she grabbed paper towel and started wiping her hair for any egg leftovers and flour. Veronica gave up after vigorously cleaning her hair with paper towel; she tied her hair in a ponytail and threw the towel in the trash. The fight was not over. She looked around the kitchen, planning her next move when she noticed Cloud licking his finger. ”Is that how you liked to be licked by a girl? Veronica’s mind started picturing Cloud with pants down, girl on her knees and giving him a blowjob. The sight was burned in her brain and there was no going back now. She banged her head own the counter lightly to get rid of the image. Think about snow, coffee, puppies, kittens, anything but that.
Once again she spoke too soon. Gooey, thick batter was on her cheek and she opened her mouth to say something when she felt gooey, thick consistency batter flew into her mouth and face. Internally she screamed, on the outside she was wiping batter from her face and flicking it to Catcher. She was disappointed when it didn’t land on him as he had moved fast enough to leave the kitchen area. She licked her finger to taste the batter; it was little bitter, maybe due to herbs and not enough chocolate? Her tongue clicks inside her mouth as she looked around the mess they made. Beautiful floors were covered in flour, batter, water and all she can think about it getting down and dirty with Rafael.
Between Rafael running in her thoughts and Cloud’s getting lucky, Veronica was truly wishing someone threw her in the cold shower or made her disappear. Everything that Cloud was saying made her brain imagine even more. Cock. Dick. Package. Weiner as Claude said. So many ways to say penis and her mind went there. ”Why doesn’t this surprise me. Make a dick with ball sacks cake, cookies whatever the hell you want. Just tell me what you need me to do.” Veronica looked at Catcher and Cloud. Both of them combined were trouble handfuls. She often found herself walking into their traps and getting picked on. And in those times she would cuss herself out for falling for it. This time, she could careless. Why? Rafael wasn’t around. C boys can torment her but she will just have to play along. Christmas spirit and all.
Veronica chuckled when Feather used Cloud’s full name and Candela adding more words that those three will have to clean up. She looked at the boys and smiled while bating her eyelashes. ”You won’t leave a girl hanging, would you?” She washed her hands and dried it using clean towel. She laughed wholeheartedly as she looked around everyone. Catcher, Cloud and herself were acting like kids in the kitchen while Seth, Candela, Feather and Claude were in the living room dancing. Seth normally liked to join in on the fun however he did not this time. She thought about throwing something at him but he wasn’t close and she did not want to ruin the living room space. It was too beautiful and getting chocolate batter out would be a mission.
Post by Claudius Galloway on Sept 13, 2021 8:53:04 GMT -5
He now knew why he liked Raf so much besides being similar to him height wise they both were persistent in trying to complete a goal in life.Though Claude was Bigfoot, and Raf was Veronica, both didn't give up easily. He didn't expect everything at his holiday to go well but so far nothing crazy happened. Two of Claude's favorite people to research left the cabin complete in search of a tree. He didn't understand how Sprinkles went along with Raf but from what he learned she had a few brothers and usually hung out with boys so maybe she could just understand him more than others. It was also possible she got along with him because there is no sexual attraction. Tash like boys like Ronaldo soft faced and beautiful, not hair bush men. For a while He even thought she might have liked Cloud but the more he observed,and listened to what he thought was baking he started to think maybe it was Blazer Babe who liked the cotton topped prankster.
As he looked out the window he started wondering what type of tree the odd pairing would bring back.He didn't care what it looked like as long as it was free from squirrels or chipmunks. Claude rethought thos for a second it would actually be very amusing to watch everyone try to chase as squirrel out of the cabin. He could catch it quickly but it wouldn't be as amusingSmiling he looked out the window writing down this idea if there is a day where there was no plan this would be his to spice the day up.
He didn't expect anyone to come and join him at the but when Candi came over and took hand he put his notebook down on the windowsill and started dancing with the little woman whose personality was way too big for the body she was given. He found Christmas music a little more difficult to deal with but Candi made it look easy, some he just mimicked her as he moved around the smooth wooden floor. "How bad is the mess in there?" He didn't really care what anyone did as they all cleaned up whatever mess was made in the end. Fun was hard to have if you kept everything clean. It's the messy fun times you remember later in life.
a poke on the shoulder Claude spun around on his heel quickly to face Feather. "Fangs? Did I just get my own nickname?" He wrapped his arms around Feather and spun her around a few times in a circle. He could see on her face she was a little less amused by it so he quickly let her go and looked over at Candi with an oddly outstretched grin. "Ornaments are upstairs in the attic from what I remember." He pointed to a hatch on the upper floor. It had a string dangling down with a piece of mistletoe hang for decoration. "Seth thanks for agreeing to go find them with her. Just be careful not to get stuck under the mistletoe together because then you have to kiss or it's bad luck. Oh and I haven't really looked around. There might be some weird stuff, even a hobo possibly." Claude laughed he knew there wasn't anyone alive up there but that didn't mean there wasn't anything dead either. "If you need help just scream." He patted Feather on the head and made his way over towards the kitchen dancing. "How did you get raw eggs on the ceiling?"