Post by Seth Rivers on Dec 12, 2021 15:20:54 GMT -5
Seth smiled at Candi as she called him a kitten. He found it sweet, but never knew why people didn't give him a nickname of his own. It was funny to see that Candi had noticed how their attire was completely opposed. " I might look like his bodyguard but at least I look good." Seth winked and candi and took off one of his coloured glowing necklace and placed it on he's head like a crown. "Any better now?" He placed both hands on his cheeks and smiled over her childlike. He had liked Candi since the second they met each the first wasn't he didn't have the best memory for but it was here were they first met. This time he was glad to not be dressed up as his sister didn't need ID to get in. He was glad to get a response from Catcher; he knew the dark haired woman who had joined the table as she seemed to have no reason to respond to him because she was all too interested in Cloud. It made much more sense now, their little group enjoy music some more than others. Seth spent more time listening to radio and work and just downloaded songs onto his computer he liked the sound of. He knew Catch enjoyed a good vinyl, the music store would be a place he would hit up often and had a chance to meet Skye who looked like a Bratz doll trying to look hard.
He didn't know Skye at all but he could see she was a lot of mouth snapping at Candi calling her fun size. He pushed his lips together inta narrow line and let his eyes wander the room. He wasn't going to get involved at a moment's risk, he knew Candi well enough to know she could almost always defend herself without needing help. She seemed to be okay though. Skye had seemed to think his idea of getting Cloud's hair clipping after his next hair cut would be a good idea. So she even volunteers to sell it for him and take a cut. "So sixty you forty me? Sounds like a fine deal seeing you have to do more work than me." Seth shook Skye's hand. The deal would probably never happen but he liked how she thought and it would be funny to see her trying to find a buyer for Cloud's hair if she could even prove it belonged to him. It gave him an idea for a prank next time he would need a blonde wig clipping, a pair of scissors and his phone. Next time Cloud passed out with him around he would pretend he had cut off a chunk of his hair and take a picture for photo evidence. He would probably freak until he realized it was a prank. It would be even better if he could get Feather I'm on it too. The thought amused him and he grinned widely.
Seth didn't expect to see Raf her tonight but just as he walked over and looked at Catch with narrowed eyes he could already see that Raf seems to be grumpy or drunk or maybe a bit of both. Most of the time he saw the big guy he tended to be in a better mood. It was possible that was when Veronica was around. It had never been just Raf and the guys one on one much and Candi was here too and he knew now well they got along, they were oil and vinegar. He made a comment about finally realizing slutty girls were Catcher's thing. Seth knew Raf had something against Catcher seeing hanging around different women when he knew Tash and him had clearly something going on. Raf had strong morals Seth knew that the guy only had eyes for Veronica and always made it clear. Seth was a friend to both of them and right now it wasn't his place to say anything but if it ever came to fist fighting Seth would jump in and alway take Catcher's side. Veronica would probably kill him seeing Raf was just human but Seth never thought things would go that far. Skye spoke up as his thoughts consumed him and the more she spoke the more Seth was digging her attitude. If she was to hang out with them more he could see her mouth getting her in trouble with Veronica. He just has to see what would happen, whatever would he know it would probably be amusing.
His grin fell off his face just as quickly as it came, when talks about him a drag came up. Yes he had worn a dress on more than one occasion and now he felt as though he would never live it down having both Cloud and Candi mentioned it in front of Skye, who barely knew him didn't impress him. Catch holding on to Candi was weird for him too so he just ignore it, tonight was just supposed to be them guys now they were talking about girls and sluts and he almost knew Raf would mention seeing Catcher hanging out with Candi and a new girl to Veronica and it would eventually make it way back to Tash as she would question him. He would have to say he couldn't remember and use Cloud pills as his reason if he took them or not. "Why do we always bring up the fact I've dressed in drag? Might happen again sometime but just because I am open to all types of relationships doesn't mean I'll slip on a dress and go to a drag show." When Catch mentioned dressing up in Donna's dress he almost had forgotten all about it. Those were the days hanging around the pack getting up to weird stuff from time to time. It made Seth realize how much fun they used together up too.
Seth begins to laugh a bit wildly and hit Cloud in the Cloud shoulder. " You should have seen his skin sigh hugging every curve he was, he is bodied up." It was odd for him to talk about Catch in such a manor but Seth couldn't help it, it was true. Taking the champagne glass after he had settled down he waited for Raf to toast. " No toasting to Veronica, she is not here and word on the street moon madness may have set in" Moon madness was just a joke but Seth still found it funny Veronica was mad at him for some reason and he had noticed with her lack of participation in the group chat.
Last Edit: Dec 12, 2021 15:22:18 GMT -5 by Seth Rivers
Post by Candela Steele on Dec 26, 2021 16:15:56 GMT -5
Candela watched Cloud move closer to her in the booth, she lightly tossed her hair over her shoulder and gave him a little shoulder dance. ”And where’d you think I would be?” She bit the inside of her cheek from laughing, wanting to know what he had to say about her whereabouts. If she wasn’t working at the club, she’d be hitting books and preparing for exams. If it’s none of that, then she would be stress baking and reading romance novels. At times, it feels like her fur baby knows when she’s stressed before she does and would come and snuggle with her. It was a reminder when Furgie does that, to take a breather. Her gaze turned to Seth, watching him take off one of his necklaces and placing it on his head like a crown which made her laugh even harder. It was innocent and very adorable in her eyes. She had to give credit to Seth for always being sweet to everyone. She hasn’t seen him get mad at everyone. He always had good energy and only steps in all serious when things go sideways.
She pushed her drink to Cloud, thinking that he needs it more than her. He already has a buzz going on and needs to keep it going before he starts jumping up and down trying to get attention. The moment the inky haired hobgoblin opened her mouth, Candela was taken back by attitude and rudeness. She wanted to open her mouth to put her in her place but right now she was on the clock and did not want to make a scene. The tiny little detail she noticed about fellow short person was that she hates being short. There was nothing wrong with being short or tall. It just meant more jokes, annoyance and having tall friends to do dirty work. Plastering her fake smile, she looked at Skye as she spoke. ”Aww… Don’t be ashamed of your height, I’m sure you will eventually grow.” Candela was not happy about how she was being talked to, she reminded her of Natasha Black.
As Cloud started teasing her, her smile widened. The way his eyes twinkled with mischief. ”Didn’t you get an invitation to come see me perform tonight?” It’s rare that she invites her friends when she’s performing like she did tonight. She only wanted one particular person and he was already there. The night was becoming more interesting than it started off. She was looking forward to their boys night. Well now it was boys and girls night. Thankful the others are not there, she loved having other girls from the group around but it’s always different when they’re not around and the boys seemed to be carefree and truly enjoyed the night. While the other three were going on about auctioning off Cloud’s hair and splitting money, she couldn’t help but to block them off. People are crazy selling things that aren’t really a celebrity's. If you sell it online for a couple thousand bucks saying it’s Beyonce’s hair or panties, how does the purchaser know it’s really is Beyonce’s? The whole concept is stupid.
”No one is dressing up. I don’t want to repeat what happened over the summer. Last thing I want is another girl biting my head off for being friendly.” Candela shook her head not wanting to deal with that. Also, she was being selfish as tonight she wants to let loose and have fun while being at work. She was lucky to have Claude as her boss; a chill, weird vampire who experiments on his friends. For what? No one knows. Maybe Catcher knows and doesn’t want to disclose to others. She wouldn’t be shocked if they made a pact of some kind. Despite trying to ignore Skye, she couldn’t help but to pay more attention to her and how she acts. Skye seemed to like poking people for the fun of it but doesn’t realize the consequences it has after. When she opens her mouth and said ’real men’ Candi was ready to barf. ”She will get along with turd just fine.” Candela murmured to herself. It was bad enough that the guys and herself were dealing with the giant useless idiot now they have to deal with shorty mcshort too.
Candela looked at her and Catcher’s fingers being intertwined as her heart did a somersault. Strange how her heart does things when she’s around him. They were roommates, friends and parents of Furgie the cat but aside from that, she doesn't know what their relationship is. ’Slutty girls.’ Her ears perked up when she heard the irritating, annoying booming voice of none other than Rafael Wolfe. AKA Dr. Useless and turd who calls himself Dr. Love. Whatever happened between Candela and Rafael, no one seems to question it and she has no energy to talk about those things. As much as she wants to open her mouth and talk to Catcher or Veronica or anyone that won’t belittle her she decided to bite her tongue until she was ready. Truth was, she will never be ready to talk about what she felt. Whenever his name pops on her phone or when he’s around, she can’t seem to keep her mouth shut or bite her tongue. ”Says the person who loves slutty girls. Takes one to know one, man child.” Candela chuckled under her breath and looked at Catcher. Slutty girls and Catcher never went together. Slutty girls and Rafael on the other hand does. Veronica isn’t slutty and Candela usually never thinks a girl is slutty. ”Sorry C bear.” If she had an idea that Dr. Useless Turd is going to be there, she would’ve kept her phone on her so she could record whatever was coming out of his mouth and send it to Veronica. Or even send a text to her to come get her so-called 'man' so the boys can enjoy the night without the ‘real man’ topic for once.
Candela was too focused on the man child that she didn’t acknowledge the waitress coming to their table and setting a drink down. When she did, she eyed the beautiful pink drink followed by a bottle of champagne, she looked at the waitress and smiled. ”Please thank the admirer for me.” She looked around the lounge to see who the patron was that sent her drink then decided it was pointless as there were many of those and she can’t pinpoint them. Feeling a light tug from Catcher, she took a seat next to him and took off her heels. As much as loves wearing heels, she loves being barefoot just as much. She moved closer to him, sitting in his lap as she watched him open the champagne bottle and pour it into flutes for everyone. She would never say no to champagne. Or drinks for that matter. Caressing his hand, she moved a little and looked at him. He was lost in his thoughts when he started smoothing out the feathers on her white dress. ”Say the word and we leave.” She whispered in his ear then pulled back, her eyes twinkling while looking at his flawless face. If he allowed her, she would rescue him from anything. Make up a white lie or act like she’s not feeling well so they could get out of there.
Turning around, she looked at everyone while Catcher told Rafael to do the honors. Candela was getting impatient while he took his sweet time doing the honors. Probably thinking about Veronica and why she’s mad. ”We should take a group picture and send it to Veronica.” Trying to hide her smile, she brought her cocktail glass closer to her and sniffed it. While everyone waited for him to open his mouth and say something, she was dying to know what kind of drink it was. Her eyes widen when she realized it was a rosé champagne cocktail.
Last Edit: Apr 22, 2022 16:52:34 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Rafael Wolfe on Dec 26, 2021 20:05:57 GMT -5
The moment he spoke, he wished he would have approached the group at the table differently. Just because he was in a mood, he knew he shouldn't have ruined everyone else's. He seemed to piss off the new girl who Reeves had brought in from outside, being threatened to have his tongue cut out. Raf looked at the gothic munchkin for a second not taking her threat seriously but knowing that everyone at the booth were not truly as human as himself, he knew he should heed her warning if only just slightly. She could literally be anything and the last thing he needed was another enemy. He didn't think any one of Veronica's friends liked him much besides Seth and Tash. With the rest, he had probably said something blunt to piss them off. Raf didn't care, he really wasn't one to sugar coat things and he did it even less when he was upset. He shot the girl an unamused look before tossing back what he had left in his glass. He placed the ice filled glass a little heavy handedly on the table and turned his attention both to Candi and Catcher who were sitting on the end of the booth, both talking about him knowing slutty girls.
He would admit that he had gotten a lot of attention from ladies when he looked like he did. He was a tall muscular man who women did find attractive. He had been approached by many women over the years just ogling him for his physical appearance. It was hard not to be noticed by others when he walked into a room, he stood out. Since Veronica or even before her, he hadn't paid attention to other women and once he had realized V was the girl for him it was like no other women who existed would ever match her beauty. "I don't know why you both think I'm a slut expert but Reeves here ìs the biggest one I know. I had my share of girls back in the day but can't stand people who play games with other's emotions." He folded his arms across his chest looking at the group at the table. He was thinking of taking a seat next to the little mouthy woman who was sitting across from Cloud but decided against it for the moment as a waitress had placed a bottle of champagne down at the table and Catcher started pouring it into glasses.
Listening to Seth mentioning not dressing in drag again made Raf think about his date with Veronica. That night ended in a disaster with the three hooligans and Claude spying on them. He knew Seth had dressed in drag then but didn't realize he had also done so at Claude's club before. He did find it strange that with the right amount of makeup the three men would probably easily pass as ladies; the only one probably having trouble would be the twig with his shapeless skinny body. Raf was happy that no matter what he did and how much makeup he put on, he would never pass as a lady. He would look no better than a pig in lipstick. He didn't know why he was chosen by Reeves to make the toast but Raf picked up the flute in his hand carefully, automatically being rushed by the little gothic chick to hurry up with his toast. "Just give me a second goblin. I got to think of something good to toast." He smirked at Skye and picked up her coat, placing it on the back of the booth and sitting down beside her. "Let's toast to long lives, a fun night and... Veronica... without her being mad at me I wouldn't be out tonight." He put his elbow on the table and rested his chin in his hand as he waited for the others to join him in the toast.
He had ignored Candi's idea of a group picture at first, not even answering but it popped into his mind that if Veronica saw him out having drinks with the other guys, Candi and some dark haired girl it might even make her more angry at him. He already didn't know why she was ignoring him in the first place. If she thought he was out drinking with the guys and hanging out at Claude's club it might make her even more upset and it was the last thing he wanted. Feeling the buzz from his last drink, he pulled his phone out of his blazer and took a quick picture of Candi sitting on Catcher's lap. "Candi take a group photo, Veronica won't care that I'm out... she's..." Not finishing his sentence he waved his phone at her. "Though if she gets upset with me, I have no problem sharing my photo with someone." He checked quickly to see if he had any messages and tucked his phone back into his velvety blazer, he knew the last thing Candi wanted was Tash getting upset at her again. Shit, after her explosion at the cabin he wouldn't want her to be mad at him ever either. Tapping his glass with Skye's, he poured the Champagne flute to his lips and took a sip of the bubbly liquid.
Last Edit: Apr 22, 2022 23:41:51 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Cloud Crestfall on Dec 27, 2021 4:43:07 GMT -5
Listening to Catcher explain to Seth how they were acquainted with Skye, he barely breathed and stayed about as still as he ever could; statuesque as his eyes darted between them all to see their reactions. It was somehow strangely intense and comical, as though he was watching a soap opera. He found himself nodding in approval that she was a handful, judging her giving him a hard time since the moment she sat down. ”How the fuck…?” He mouthed to Seth and Catcher as she retaliated that only people who deserved her attitude received it. It was soundless, slow motion and completely expressed the words on his face for a moment, his head jerking in tiny bobs as his flat earring jingled just as silently, flashing in the candlelit ambience. He didn’t think he deserved all the smack just because he didn’t let her in the club; if he hadn’t shown up, she was going to be out there all night anyway, so there was no difference.
”I can’t count right now.” He simply dictated when really he never wanted to have to count even if he was sober. Mathematics was not his favourite subject and calculating tips was bad enough, now in his lit state the crazy girl was talking about money and pricing, giving him the onset of a migraine. So rubbing his face in a skin dragging smudge, he grimaced and groaned, leaving the lipgloss where it was on the table. His arms relaxed and drooped as his wrists hung from his thighs, posturing arrogance at her. ”Please if you wanna kiss me just do it. I fuckin’ dare any of you to.” Slimming down his view of her, his eyes elongated but the blue pierced through to her before he looked around satisfied that nobody seemed to take him seriously. He was almost certain she wouldn’t do it; if she was smart, she wouldn’t because the instant she did, it would prove how much she was obsessed with him. If Candela kissed him, that would be no more than a peck; he never stipulated what kind of kiss it was but he was overconfident and careless right then. Most of him just wanted to see what Rafael would do with such an unmanly suggestion, as he watched him throw Skye’s studded jacket onto the top of the seating and plop down beside her. Her threats were empty but no less amusing as it left him a mental image of Rafael stabbing himself in the butt and hopping up as though his ass was on fire. And now he wished he could find a studded whoopi cushion to prank him in front of Veronica; the sad part for the big man was, his princess would absolutely enjoy it.
”Hah!” He suddenly clapped as Skye argued her case of slut shaming. It was one quick move, a mosquito killing slap out of nowhere then a point to the big man, with lots more nodding in agreement as he slowly bit his lip. A wicked grin, he would have high fived Rafael or fist bumped him but finger waving like a metaphorical drum roll was all the better. ”It’s like you knew he meant you’re the slut.” Ever mocking, he almost passed this up but he really loved this pairing of two bickering people who both seemed to have a distorted view of men and what made them ‘real’. Not only were they both judgmental, they were both word vomiting and he could watch them all night. He could hear the twisting silliness in what Catcher said back to Rafael, and then Candela’s clear spite; he just wanted to hear more from her end, maybe even secrets about him and his manhood. It was like the perfect drama falling into place without a script; everyone was bound to polarize and it meant he was never going to get bored. Then cut in Skye, and he was distracted again. ”We don’t dress in drag every day or some shit… and what’s wrong with drag?” The question was valid, particularly now that he was pretty shocked that Seth was talking about his relationship orientation for the first time. He had never known or thought about this as being a factor in why he was so mad about dressing up in drag in situations that were uncalled for. On top of that, he never thought about Seth’s orientation and now he had to respect the fluidity of it because it spoke volumes of Seth's character. ”It’s okay bro, C has no problems cross dressing so we’ll just make him do it. Plus no girl’s gonna flip about that Candi.” He meant it as a reassurance, which was also comfort he was not good at delivering since it only transferred from Seth’s worries to Catcher’s but at least, it was a joke to Candela. Snorting outright at Seth’s description of Donna’s dress, he wanted to throw out some drag terms and ‘queen speak’ for a split second but was quickly derailed trying to scrub the image from his mind. And now he wondered if Rafael’s brain would explode from all the femininity of the subject, let alone the fact that he almost wanted to prank him into thinking ‘Don Juan’ whom he loathed was actually gay. As Candela dissed Rafael back, he smacked two fingers together in a fapping sound of applause that he just got roasted and she was on point.
”You scared we look prettier? I get it.” Not giving Skye the satisfaction of his focus when she retorts, he turned away to look at Candela with her glow stick necklace crown that Seth had given her, thumbing it up but taking it off her head and sticking it onto Seth’s instead. The feathered angel was already glamourous and sparkling, her natural halo shining through faintly without her even noticing; all in all he just thought she seemed to glow.”He fuckin’ toasted Veronica anyway…” He pointed out to Seth disappointingly, patting his head with the neon crown, he remembered the night they met where everyone was insane and they had a bejeweled tiara; this was the perfect ode to everyone teasing the boy about how he was the true queen. He didn’t care that his friend had struck a deal with the baby faced doll for his hair; he would have eventually let them have a piece if Seth or Catcher asked while they were doing something stupid. Hopefully, it peeved the goblin and confused the heck out of the Hawaiian Jesus too; this was him discovering joy through other people.
”Slut expert!” Cloud sputtered trying not to yell, mostly muffling his obvious entertainment as he sank into the seat even lower than he already sagged. Hunching over until he was face planted on the table, he giggled shakily into the top of his long fingered hands, a rare area of his body that remained tattoo free. Tapping the table like a drum with them, he pushed his head off and wiped his cheeks, scooping his long shaggy fringe up, replaying that Skye had just been called a goblin. He took some pleasure in hearing this new nickname and saved it in his memory for permanent future use; at this point nearly all the girls were some kind of notorious mythical being, small and a nuisance. It struck him that he hadn’t named Veronica anything yet but wondered if he just needed to be around her a bit longer to know what would work. His brows were still downturned from laughter in his eyes as he picked up his filled champagne flute and held it up to Rafael before taking a long drink. Whatever the Beach man had just toasted made no sense to him; the man was the only mortal he could smell at their table so of course he needed the longest life he could live. But for the rest of them, that and whether Veronica was mad or not held no importance.”Don’t overthink it man… if V saw you hanging with us, she’d think you’re trying to get along with the bros. Yea... she’d be proud of you.” Unintentionally, he made it sound both like he genuinely wanted the beach man to befriend them, join their circle, as well as remind him he was thoroughly whipped. That was the least alpha male thing to be and he prodded trickily.
”You think he’s scared of the pixie finding out something? Come on dude.”He almost said 'bros before hos' but stopped himself; at the end of the day, the only mess he could see was her involvement with Evan and he was waiting for her redemption before dubbing that. What difference was a club or anywhere else to the house Candela presently shared with Catcher, he wanted to ask Rafael where his logic disappeared as he saw him take a photo. What he mentioned about showing someone something was making his mind go in circles; unable to comprehend anything by the fail blackmail. If the girl had any fears, they were probably old by now but he could be wrong, he had seen the unfounded rage at Claudemas and steered clear. It brought him flashbacks of the banana party at the treehouse; if she had been his girlfriend he would already be strangled to death with that whip and he pitied Evan for his crush. Natasha had turned on all her charms during that party like a hundred eighty degrees of interest since the night Veronica smoke bombed him at the shop; a rather dangerous woman.
”Why do you care so much about Tash? Why’s she never here anyway?” He directed the second question to Catcher like he was supposed to know but then searched Rafael’s bearded face for any clues. He was asking all the uncomfortable, real questions. ”Oh my bad, she hates Candi.” Bluntly it hit him and his flat flaunting voice loudly declared as he shrugged at Candela. He was going to shrug when she had asked him where he thought she would be if not there earlier anyway but her little shoulder dance was too fun to watch and he actually physically forgot. He didn’t really understand the dynamic of those three but he saw that she caught some flak from every girl including Skye, out of nowhere; her struggle with females was real. ”Don’t you fuckin’ leave.” As sternly as he could, he commanded her as he saw her privately tell Catcher something; her shoes kicked off, she seemed as tired as he was but lit up as she spoke in his ear. Shifting playfully towards her beside Catcher, he leaned over to whisper hoarsely, remind them of the hilarity ensued at Claudemas eve’s dinner, actively being nosey. ”Miss drunk Raf and y'all better have an awesome story to tell tomorrow."If it was an awesome plan, he had better be invited. Gesturing to her gifted cocktail, he dragged his glass across the table to clink with hers like toy cars colliding. "I did get an invite from Claude by the way but C said it was your night... he just wanted you to himself and I already made plans with Seth and banana pills... So, congrats. I'm sure you killed it tonight sweets."Calling her sweets was like calling her Candy and he snickered at his own tipsy wit.
Post by Catcher Reeves on Dec 27, 2021 7:26:25 GMT -5
Head turning left right, his eyes were narrowed at Skye as she stuck his tongue out at him. He was looking at her with a mixture of disbelief and belief that she was as immature as ever, relenting with an expectant smile. Cloud’s nonverbal reaction following hers only depicted how childish they all could be together and he looked down into his lap where Candela’s short dress beads rolled before Skye suddenly snapped at her. He had paused from smoothing the white feather on her and relaxed from Rafael’s appearance as Candela whispered something that made his heart skip a beat. In that jolting feeling, he had been inspired but also irritated as he glanced at Skye, the adrenaline transferring to intolerant reflex. ”Shut up.” It was damningly brief, barely a difference in movement as he lashed at her chillingly icy. The glare shone something dark and gleaming as he stared at her, telepathically reminding her she was starting stuff and with the wrong person. As far as he was concerned, although everyone had nicknames it rubbed him the wrong way that she compared Candela’s actual name to something she could think of that was worse, invalidating it like a bully. But reasoning aside, he didn’t like how dumb a topic it was and he couldn’t stop himself anytime Natasha had threatened him using Candela either. Skye was bordering the same thing and he had no mood for it. Despite Candela having already brushed off her comment, he didn’t care to restrain; Skye never really knew when to stop over talking about things no one cared about anyway. Things would have been better if they had gotten off on the right foot to begin with; she could have been his partner in crime but she wanted to be ridiculous. He barely allowed Rafael to call Candela a gnome and it was only because he thought it was cute, that all he envisioned was her being Smurfette, who wasn’t even a gnome so the joke was on the big man making her the only gnome ever allowed into a home; the prettiest gnome. The word itself, turned into comedy gold from Rafael’s gab. Just when that couldn’t get better, there came ‘goblin’; he mentally handed it to the man that he was creative with negative labels.
His eyes widened at the angel’s voice, a distant glaze in them as the exact instructions began turning the wheels in his mind; it was possible to just leave together. ”We-…” Trailing off, he jerked back a little from being so close to her face and watched Cloud scoot to them, shredding the moment. His eyes automatically went up in a half roll before looking back at his friend with the most unamused expression, his lips comprising of a line that curved down the corners. He fixated on Cloud for a moment then sighed as everything Skye said to Seth faded into the background, quietly breathing a sentence in Candela’s ear. ”Only if you want to… if Raf’s bothering you we’ll go.”Even if drunken Raf was better entertainment than money could buy, she was more important. She was always cooperative, frequently as psychic as reading him without looking at his face. But she was gazing at him now and he met hers with surprise, a heat rush in the flick of a blink, a hot flash of blood blushing slightly under his tanned complexion under the guise of an alcohol flush. He would do what she preferred, adding with actual wonder if she could handle being around Rafael or if she even wanted to yield her night of revelry over the man she resented.”I… did…” He confessed to what Cloud said and quickly picked up his glass to drink the champagne endlessly until there was nothing bubbling left, grateful for the timing of Rafael’s miserable nonsensical toast. ”We should definitely take that group picture… for Veronica.” He rubbed her arm warmly as he drank, adamantly not looking at Candela but having no reservations about her apology regarding the insult she threw at Rafael; he himself had almost told him it took one to know one, but he liked to egg him on, jab him with indications of admittance without actually saying the words that would seal his fate. Internally, if he was any more drunk he would have thrown his hands and asked him where the hell slutty girls were at because he couldn’t find them and his woes about Natasha would consume him. She didn’t even realise her buzzing around those parties made for a whole type of reputation and all she made it appear to be was him being a bad influence while her settling with Evan would look like she made the right choice. They were all sadly mistaken and how sorely pissed at her he was tonight was cracking at the curtained seams. It was enough to excuse Evan, make him bearable, that if they could both shake on giving her up they could get over this feud. His vision was getting hazier, slower, and he could feel the metabolism delaying with the stacked amount of alcohol ablaze in his blood like fuel for all emotions. It was a miracle he had self-control of any kind with Candela when he was drunk, lonesome yet lonely and then all the pent up temper with everyone other than three guys who never did him wrong.
No sooner had he suggested that to hide his fumbles over Cloud and Candela, he looked up to catch the blinding flash of a camera from Rafael’s phone. It was something unflattering he thought, as he opened his mouth confusedly to ask. ”You’re seriously going to keep a photo of us on your phone…?” He couldn’t imagine the big man even wanting to give it a second look but there he was, saving it for some sort of awkward leverage in the future; the certain someone, he presumed to be Natasha. ”I have no idea what you’re talking about… or what that’s supposed to do.” He reached for the bottle in the ice bucket once more and started pouring waves of the foamy liquor into his glass like it could drown his problem which Rafael kept jumping to conclusions over. ”What emotions? What games… what for?” He steadily looked at the man while he sat down and questioned innocently, virtues flowing in the soft saintly tone of his words. It was welcoming of answers he didn’t know but rhetorical if Rafael had none. ”Tash is probably at a frat party right now.” He genuinely believed she could be and he never asked what she did at them since there was no point going unless people wanted to get wasted and mingle. It was a cesspool of one night stands and shallow relationships between people who would hate one another sober. And that was all he gave Cloud before reverting his attitude to one nuanced like the devil may care. The more he heard himself speak about Natasha, the less he wanted to give a damn about anything; it wasn’t his fault she wasn’t there, and for once he was aware he didn’t want her to ever be at Claude’s club while he was there. He was separating her more than ever in his life to mimic her separating him from stupid pointless, trashy parties he would never attend. And now he was brooding over her; it was always that force field of distancing or not being able to keep their hands off each other. They were like primal commitment phobes now thanks to missing the window of a perfectly sane relationship; he still didn’t know what went wrong. But now all he wanted was to contribute like her, make it go wrong like she did. Set fire to fire.”Fuck it Raf, send it to her. See if she even cares, maybe you’ll realise some things aren’t what they seem. I don’t give a shit...” He shifted, fed up, rebelling, natural again. A last ditch to stop caring what anybody thought, he woke up to his lost sight of himself. Freeing his arm from around Candela to pull Cloud’s face by his slim cheeks, Catcher shot Cloud a disarmingly determined look.
In a slow draw, swift motion, he brought his face to his as he moved toward him, sliding Candela gently before he pressed his lips together with Cloud’s. It looked like he could smother him for a second but it was a beautifully acted kiss, hard pushed yet convincingly loving, softening before he broke away, palms still holding the sharp featured jaw of his friend. Everything fell into place as what he had just said seemed to be so open ended, he only now realised how misconstrued that all could have been to Rafael. That was not what he meant by ‘nothing was what it seemed’ but he hoped Rafael would be a little smarter than that even if this would either make the man totally outraged with more misunderstandings or react with something unfathomable. Chuckling, the laughter turned into trembling giggles as he looked down finally dropping his hands and shyly drinking another sip, trying to make this whole situation less conspicuous. The dare from Cloud’s end had been opportune, a blasé thing to do as his spirit began to dampen, reminded that he was always to blame for all the break ups and make ups with Natasha no matter the veritable cause. As he relayed what Cloud had joked about drag, he stifled his giggling to prevent tears from reaching his eyes, hugging Candela again. She was the only one aside from Cloud who would understand his antics. Had he kissed him wearing a woman’s dress, wig and makeup, Rafael would have lost his uproar, the epic frailty of masculinity proving itself in that collapse.”V won’t be mad at you anymore if you tell her… that.”Yea that… Rafael could tell her all about his horror. What was this kiss other than a foolish game he half-heartedly played for shock value and humour, he dismissed it as he peered at Seth to see if his best friend was having a heart attack. Seth must have been totally befuddled after coming out about his orientation, he ruminated awkwardly, pursing his lips with a sweetly meek smirk; almost boringly offering Rafael the type of tea Veronica would highly amused by. He was, after all, the one who knew Veronica best and ironically, the last person Rafael would trust. ”Trust me, she just wants everyone to get along.”
Post by Skye Kavanagh on Dec 27, 2021 16:36:34 GMT -5
Skye pressed her overfilled lips at Candi and glared in her direction. If it had anyone else referencing her height she would care but the little bubbly looking blonde had angel written all over her. Skye stared at Candi, her flawless skin,her soft features that were gently illuminated by the candle-like lighting she wasn't sure but she almost thought angel babe was shining a bit herself. “I am not ashamed of my height, I am just hoping the next skin bag Inhabit has longer legs and a better set of tits.” She was making loud comments but in truth the body who hosted her was more her body then the previous owner who died just around the age of two. She had lived the past twenty years in the skin growing, learning and living it in. She had grown soft as Skye so soft she no longer remembered her old name or the life she had lived previously. That all faced with the years along with her insensitivity to humans and most other creatures alike. She put on this front that she didn’t care or didn’t have any weakness but she probably has the same amount of any girl coming into adulthood. Hearing Catcher tell her to shut up she shook her head at him and took a mental note of what seemed to be a soft spot he had for the little bedazzled blonde. “ You know telling me to shut up is going to only make me say more right? I thought you’d be a little more intelligent than that ..C bear,,” Skye puffed up her cheeks seconds after saying the pet name Candi had seemed to affectionately call Catcher.
It was no use for her to go on with Cloud, the guy almost seemed to high to remember his name, and going on about not being able to count at the moment almost confirmed he was in a state of not really caring much, watching him grab his face like it was melting she could tell she was getting to him slightly just reading his body language. “Fuck,I’m not going to kiss you unless there is something else in in for me.” she pressed her tongue along the inside of her cheek a few times as if she had some phallic object pushing against the side wanting to break out."Anyone else who wants to kiss him, go ahead.” She reached out across the table and took the little silver reflexive object which was her lips gloss and tucked it down her bra. As she did so, a big man named Raf sat down beside her. She was slightly disappointed that he had moved her jacket out of the way. After being called a slutty girl she thought the big guy deserved it but as she thought she was putting out vibes that she was very sexually sugestive. Watching Cloud react to her being called a stut. She knew her choice of clothing and her attitude tonight would make anyone in the room label her as such. She didn’t always dress so slutty, Skye switched up her style regularly making it hard for people to predict what side of her they would get, the mouthy little bratz doll or the girl that looked like she should be fronting a punk band. “Well he seemed to know everyone here had to be calling me a slut unless he was blondie but she seems a bit too innocent.”
Between the banter of slut shaming and dressing up in drag Skye was beginning to get a little annoyed with the conversation. She had mentioned that she thought she was with real men but to her it wasn't even a thing she was just trying to poke and prod to find sensitive spots of conversations with the group. Being a demon she liked to find the things that made others tick. She could easily use their insecurities and options against them later.”Nothing wrong with drag, I just surprised a guy like you would dress up. I don’t know Seth well enough yet…” She tossed her long black hair behind her shoulder and turned her focus to Seth for a moment looking at the glowing necklaces he had placed on his head to wear like a halo. “.. but you do seem like someone who loves a good time and I dig it.” Skye looked over at Catcher and narrowed her eyes trying to picture him in a wig with makeup plaster over his face.” I didn't take him for the type to slip on a dress and become a Catherine or whoever. ” Finally she stopped studying all the guys' faces stopping at Raf.”All I can tell you is this guy would make one ugly chick.”She laughed and tried to make sense of what Candi was saying about some girl getting mad at her for being friendly. She was curious about it but she didn’t ask because she knew at some point she would find out and whoever was the woman who got mad at her. She was enjoying her time so far with this little group even if they weren't fully receptive to her behaviour. She tapped her fingers on the edge of her glass impantilely, getting called a goblin as the big man thought about what to toast, even though Seth told him not to toast someone named Veronica it looked like he went ahead and did it. "Goblin I take that over fun sized."Hearing Candi mention about taking a group photo and sharing it with this Veronica seemed to get the big guy a little flustered. She wasn’t completely sure what to say, being slightly out of the loop but she did catch something. Raf had pulled out his phone and snapped a photo of Candi sitting in Reeves’ lap and he looked impressed with himself. The only way she was able to clue in to all what was happening right now was to keep her mouth shut. It would be a little difficult being nosey as she was at times zipped her lips and observed the others. From her seat she probably looked like a little crow twisting her head around in every direction as Cloud mentioned Veronica would be happy with him. So this Veronica girl must be the big guy girlfriend or something. Interesting..
What she did understand was why Raf had taken a picture of his own.It didn't take long for her to clue in with all this talk about some girl Cloud called Pixie and with that the usually unamused looking biker boy seemed to actually get a little upset.It was almost like the thought of this pixie girl who named was revealed to be Tash seemed to get him all fired up, he mentioned her probably being at a frat party, and for Raf just to send the picture. She wished she understood more of what was going on but she would find out, it didn’t take her long to get information from people if she really cared to find out anyway. So some pixie looking girl hates Candi and talking about her gets Catcher to show more emotions than a sloth..I have to remember that… She tossed back her drink, almost forgetting she had it in her hand and pushed the glass to the center of the table. She was just about to say how she thought they should be having fun instead of talking about girls who were not on the room. When she saw Catcher grab Cloud and pull him in for a kiss.she stuck her tongue out between her teeth, biting down on it before she could say anything. That was the last thing she thought she would see tonight but she found it quite amusing.” Yeah, tell Veronica about this shit even tell the pixie, if they keep kissing like I'm going to have to find someone to take home.” Skye laughed, grabbed the bottle and poured herself another drink and filled up the Raf glass too. “ Drink up Hulk if you are as funny as Cloud thinks you are when you're drinking. I want to see it. Hell I want to see you all drunk, maybe we can leave here after and stir up shit around this town.”
Last Edit: Dec 27, 2021 19:38:11 GMT -5 by Skye Kavanagh
Post by Seth Rivers on Dec 27, 2021 21:44:14 GMT -5
The pills Seth had taken had begun to kick in as he listened to everyone talk. One moment things had seemed to be going quite fast and as he listened to the other converse he started to slip into his own little world. It cared much about what was going on with everyone as they smacked talked to each other back and forth about being sluts. He leaned his head back and looked up at the ceiling wishing they were back at Wonderland he wasn't in the mood to sit still he was going to attempt to but he started bouncing the balls of his feelings against the floor letting out some of the energy he didn't know what to do with. He almost felt as he heard things as Cloud dared Skye or anyone else to kiss him. He was probably getting tired of her talking to him like she could have some fun with him. Seth watched them both for a second to see if Skye would make a move but he was surprised she said no, unless she got more out of the deal. It was possible Raf did read the girl right or maybe she was more talk then she was action. He put his finger on his champagne glass and slid it across the table until it was in front of him. Waiting for Raf to speak up and make a toast. As they talked about drag a bit more, Seth rolled his eyes around like they were just marbles rolling around in his skull loosely. He thought it was time he came out with everyone and he was glad no one seemed to make a deal about it. He knew they all had their suspicions but he never really confirmed them." Nah, I don't feel like we should dress C up either. Let's just stay here but drop at the macho crap and do what we came here to do. I'm going to drink and have some fun," When Raf toasted Veronica still after he said she shouldn't, Seth wasn't surprised but he was glad it was just her being the reason he was out. He felt Cloud put the glowing stick on his head like a crown and he bobbed it around a few times making sure it would fall off. "Well at least he isn't talking about how hot she is again..we get it she has a body.. we all have bodies" He lifted his glass to his lips taking a sip of the pink bubble liquid. It ticked his nose slightly because he liked it. It tasted better than the free stuff he was used to drinking from the stash he had kept at home hidden from his mom under his bed.
As Cloud burst out laughing about the slut expert comment Seth couldn't help join he tried hiding his laughter but it came out as little fart sounds as he tried to hold it all in." If anyone is a slut expert it's me, I don't tell you guys shit but I'm the biggest slut in the room." Seth flailed his hand around exaggeratedly before letting out his own bout of laughter that made him grab his stomach trying to quiet it a bit . " Ha I'm only fucking around I just want all of you to stop with the slut shaming. What does it matter anyways, we are in our twenties. Raf is thirty he has probably already lived his best years. " Seth looked at Raf and winked he was just playing but compared to them the guys life would be shorter and maybe he was right but only time would tell. Little images started popping in his head like what Raf would look like when he got older and possibly bald. He was sure the Hawaiian would get a hair transplant if that ever happened. The idea about a group photo was mentioned and Seth liked the idea. It had been a while since they all had taken a photo together and he always loved looking back at them to remember the good times together.
"They're right, if you take a picture with us Veronica would be impressed and it might help her talk to you and ask about how the night is going." Seth pulled his own phone out of his pocket and hopped out of the booth to make his way over toward Raf and saw a flash go off illuminating Candi and Catcher. He knew what it was for and he actually found it a little childish of Raf taking a photo to show Tash wasn't the way to go. She could have joined them tonight but since they had gotten drunk and ended up at the club after prom she said she never wanted to go back. Something about being embarrassed and not wanting to deal with Trey. He also knew out of anyone if a picture of Candi cuddling up with Catch would piss her off. He listened to Catcher telling Raf to send the photo and Seth looked at the big guy with wide eyes and shook his head. It would open a can of worms that Seth didn't want to be in the middle of. "How about we don't take any photos except ones I take with everyone then no one will get a man. Everyone loves me." Seth had just finished talking but his mouth fell open in shock, as he look across the other side of the table to see Catcher grabbing Cloud's face and kissing him it was one thing he had never expected to see but Cloud did dare someone to kiss him Seth was just surprised he didn't think of it first. "Wait.. I should have been the one to take him up on his dare, I've only thought about kissing him since Claudemas.." Seth slapped his hand over his mouth and he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks, probably turning them a deeper shade of red than anyone had ever seen him sport before. " I mean I always wondered if his lips felt as smooth as they looked." He eyes everyone wildly for a moment and spun on his heels quickly. "Bro I don't know what kind of pills I took but whatever they were they made me honest. I need another drink.. or twelve…" Seth walked over towards the bar he was going to have to deal with what he had said but right now only a few stiff drinks would cure it. Walking up to the bar he hopped over the counter almost too smoothly for any human attempt. He placed his hand on a bottle of vodka and hugged it tight to his body as he knew Dani would probably try to stop him from leaving the bar with it. Seth knew if he explained to her that it was for Catcher and everyone at the table she would let him go free. It only took about two minutes of convincing and he was making his way back to the table with the bottle of grey goose and a stack of shot glasses. He placed everything down beside Raf and and he climbed over the back of the booth and returned to where he had been sitting before. reaching he grabbed the bottle and glasses and lined them up in front of him. "Now that I have embraced myself who wants shots.. " He poured out one for himself and drank it down. He didn't know why he thought it would be ok to drink without a chaser but he could puss out now.
Last Edit: Jan 3, 2022 10:46:09 GMT -5 by Seth Rivers
Post by Candela Steele on Dec 30, 2021 16:17:39 GMT -5
Clearly the man does not listen. She should’ve made a bet with Seth and Cloud knowing how Rafael is. Turd is impossible. If she had met his family, she would love to ask his parents if he was dropped as a kid. Candela narrowed her eyes at Rafael, hoping his head would explode from nonsense that was coming out of his mouth. The man practically paints a picture that he’s not a manwhore or was it man slut…? Whichever it is, Candela cannot stand the man. What made it worse was Skye calling Catcher C-bear. She wanted to tell both of them to get out but it would be bad for Claude’s business. Also, drinking alcohol might just tune them out. ”The only thing worse than a liar is being a liar and a hypocrite. If you’re going to sit with us, I need you stop talking crap and pull your head out of your behind.” Candela took a big gulp of her drink, wanting to feel the buzz already. Sad thing was that she won’t feel the buzz until she has a handful of shots. The whole dressing up in drag seemed to be a hot topic and she would love to see all the guys dressed up in drag with the exception of Rafael. Skye spoke what she was thinking which made Candela chuckle. ”Ya’ll came here to have fun and I’m here working?” She couldn’t remember if she was off hours or working anymore. Either way, she was going to have fun.
Suggesting they take a group picture for memory, she thought of how it might make Veronica mad that Raf’s out having fun instead of going to Veronica’s place to pacify her. But it back fired on her when Catcher said that Veronica will be happy to know that he’s trying to get along with them. He was only there to drink feelings away not spend time with the friends who became Veronica’s second family. Candela was about to open her mouth to tell Rafael 'piss off' when a camera flash came and she smiled. If she knew he was going to do that, she would’ve snuggled close to Catcher or kissed his cheek. If he wants to send pictures to Natasha or anyone, she will happily pose for all the pictures. Also, she needs good pictures for her social media feed. Candela adjusted her hair a little in case Rafael tries to take more. She reached out to grab his phone to take pictures of everyone and herself when he waved it at her and tucked it in his rose colored blazer. ”She’s at home either watching Harry Potter or reading a book. Or planning how to chew you alive.” Candela finished his sentence while adding little bit of what Veronica might be doing. If she chews him alive, Candela believes world would be a better place with one less turd.
Leave it to Cloud to make reassurance into a joke for her. Seth, Cloud and Catcher are the only ones who know that girls flip when it comes to her. She never really had luck with having girls as friends. Some stayed for awhile but ended up leaving. Truth be told, Candela prefers to have guys over girls as friends anyway but eventually when the guys are in a relationship their girls cannot stand her and it’s a cycle all over again. ”She hates because she never got 'loved'. So she’s acting out.” She was giving out her theory as to why Natasha is the way she is. She doesn’t know the girl like that but a little part of her feels bad that Natasha feels she has to act a certain way around people. Claudemas was no exception as she saw how Natasha behaved when Evan wasn’t there and once Evan had arrived, everything changed.
The commanding tone from Cloud telling them to stay threw her off. She was not expecting that from him. It was then she realized how close her and Catcher were. She was about to pull away when Catcher did. Relief washed over her as she was hesitating on how to move without making it obvious. ”What if I do. Then what?” Candela challenged him in some sort of weird way. She wasn’t going to leave them or the table unless she had enough of Rafael being self-centered and if she gets called on or if Catcher wants to leave. She nodded as a response to Catcher trying to cover her giddiness when he said 'if Raf’s bothering you'. Little does he know that no matter how much Raf annoys her, Candela makes a mental note and diss him in front of Veronica. It wasn’t very Angel of her but girl had to know what her buff daddy was up to. Her gaze went to Rafael then to Skye, her brain doing math on how long it will take for Skye to make Rafael shut up. She was brought back from her thinking when she felt Catcher’s hand rub her arm and Cloud talking about how he was invited by Claude. ”I don’t know about killing it. I do know that this outfit is killer. Thank you Cloud... that means a lot.” She would have given him a hug if they were standing.
”Two words… push-up bra. Want to show your girls, wear 'em.” Skye avoiding the whole not being ashamed of her height subject made Candela roll her eyes mentally. Girl clearly wants to be tall but chose a petite body...? She felt her brain hurting from all the words coming out of Skye’s mouth. If it wasn’t Rafael and Natasha, this black haired girl just had to be in the picture to annoy and talk nonsense. Candela scratched her brow when Skye spoke how she seems a bit too innocent. She wasn’t wrong. Candela is innocent in some aspects; she brushed it away, not giving another second to think about it. She had to give it to Seth to diffuse the situation about the slut topic. He wanted to have fun and let loose as did Cloud but Rafael and having lived his best life? She wanted to laugh out loud at the comment but held herself back.
All the kiss talking made Candela giggle. She raised her hands in defeat and shook her head. She wasn’t going to kiss Cloud when there is already only one person, maybe two, dying to kiss him. Picking up her glass, she finished her drink and set the empty glass on the table. Candela was tempted to take green tea shots but restrained until it was time to leave for the night. Those green shots hit her pretty quick. Well any drinks hit her and she will start talking gibberish and dancing. She felt her body move and now was sitting on the fabric seat. She thought Catcher’s leg probably fell asleep and needed to shake it off. Picking up champagne flute that Catcher filled, she chugged it like it was water when she knew it should’ve been sipped. As she placed flute down and partially swallowed drink, she saw Catcher lock lips with Cloud. She quickly swallowed her drink and coughed, eyes widening in shock and unable to process what had happened. She fanned herself with her hand, feeling her cheek and body flush warm. ”Hot damn. Do it again!” Candela chuckled at her own words. She was surprised Catcher did the dare and made everyone turn heads. Well, at least she did. She looked at Rafael to see what he would say or do since he’s always the one who has a lot to say. ”Should’ve made your move. Nic kissed him and she did say his lips were soft.” On the first day of Claudemas a lot of things happened but her favorite part was seeing Veronica kiss Cloud and Rafael not having any room for a big reaction. She was hoping that he will flip, making Veronica all worked up so she could cuss him out. Sadly, that did not happen.
All the talk about Natasha was annoying her. The night turned into boys night that she and Skye probably crashed and now everyone is drinking and talking about issues. Candela is always up for a good gossip time but not when it involves Natasha Black. That girl has something against Candela and Candela does things just to piss the fellow blonde off. ”She’s out enjoying herself and you’re out with your friends. So...” Candela looked at Rafael before continuing. ”Turd, I really need you to shut up and drink your feelings away.” Smiling, she turned her attention back to Catcher when he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her. She leaned back into his embrace, feeling at ease and noticing that he was slowing going back to how he was. Seeing the lipgloss on his lips, she used her fingers to remove it from his them. She looked around the table until she saw napkin, taking it she then cleaned her thumb and lightly wiped Catcher’s lips. Catcher may have not minded or realized that he had lipgloss on his lips so she wiped it away. Maybe she had a feeling that Rafael will pick on him for not being manly enough.
”Didn’t bring any chasers?” She asked Seth when he came back with bottle of Grey Goose and shot glasses. While she liked vodka, she preferred tequila over anything else alcoholic. Tequila and her have been best friends for a few years now. It was a good thing that when she’s tipsy or drunk, she’s either with Veronica or alone. She doesn’t know what she would’ve done if Catcher was there. Grabbing the bottle and shots, she poured the liquid for everyone then placed the bottle back on the table. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a waitress walking by and told her to bring limes to the table and an extra tequila sunrise for her. She would’ve gotten up to get it but she was too comfortable to move. When the waitress returned with limes and her drink, she thanked her and drank what was in her glass down then picked up her sunrise drink and took long gulp. Candela’s throat burned for few seconds before the chaser and she shook her head, her wavy hair falling in front of her face. She moved it to the side and looked around the table as she poured herself another drink and waited for everyone.
Last Edit: Apr 24, 2022 19:37:53 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Rafael Wolfe on Jan 1, 2022 10:39:03 GMT -5
Raf wasn't sure what he had sat down to witness. The twig was daring the dark haired girl to kiss him or anyone else at the table. Raf rolled his eyes; it already looked like Cloud had kissed the girl. The color of his lips matched hers. It didn't surprise Raf after Cloud had kissed Veronica at the cabin when they were away for the Christmas holidays that Claude had dubbed 'Claudemas' after himself. He had enjoyed the whole vacation eventhough it ended up very untraditional. "Oh you haven't kissed her yet? Well I guess you like to share the same cosmetics then." Raf didn't see how Veronica actually liked the guy, sure Cloud was funny at times but the guy seemed to like to push his buttons often. He had started realizing that Cloud just liked getting a reaction out of him and if he was more sober he probably would just ignore him completely. If Evan was already there when he had come in he might have left everyone alone. Just seeing Catcher with other chicks bugged him when he thought Tash was just such a sweet little thing. She deserved the same amount of respect that he gave Veronica. If you have a girl, or are just dating her you shouldn't have your eyes and hands all over someone else. So he voiced his opinions about it.
The dark-haired little woman laughing at Cloud and automatically knowing that Raf had assumed she was the slutty one made Raf raise an eyebrow. "Whoa now I didn't call anyone a slut, I just said Reeves has finally chosen some slutty dressed girls. What you and the gnome are wearing is far from his current type." Raf scratched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly, shifting his eyes around the table. Turning toward Skye he explained. "She dresses like she is headed to church seven days a week. That's ok because if he is not fully interested, Evan is and I'm sure he'll treat her right. He is supposed to join me soon." Raf preferred Evan for Tash. He found the angel boy was a lot better for her. One day he would marry Veronica and would totally prefer Evan as a relative over Reeves. Hearing Candi speaking and only hearing nothing but blah, blah blah coming out of her mouth Raf waved her off as though whatever she had been saying didn't matter at all and to him, it didn't matter how she spoke to him anyway; they would never completely get along.
All the talk about drag made him chuckle a bit. Raf didn't mind Seth and it didn't faze him to find out he was open to any type of relationship. Seth, a nice guy who seemed to get along with everyone quite well out of the group of guys at the table, had no problem with him being alone with Veronica. Throwing his head back and laughing when Skye had said he probably would have made a ugly woman, he wholeheartedly agreed. "There is no way you ever see me in a dress, I might have the hair of a beauty queen but the most I could pass for is a macho man savage impersonator." He was shocked that Skye took no offense to him calling her goblin, he didn't know the young woman at all but the way she seems to be running mouth reminded him of the tiny mischievous creature. "Goblins are better than gnomes. Gnomes are just like stalkers, it doesn't matter where you are, their eyes follow." The only worse thing than having a real life walking and talking gnome in his life was having them in his yard or in his garden to stare at him when he left the house. There was a reason he had called Candi a gnome, her height and the fact he could never seem to get her out of his life. Everywhere he went there she was. He didn't care if the others didn't want him toasting Veronica, but she truly was the reason he was there. He had tried texting a few times and calling her but didn't receive any answer back and she didn't answer his calls. He had spent the whole day picking his brain for what he might have said or did to piss her off but not getting an answer drove him more insane than knowing. At least if he knew what he did he could make up for it. Now here he was at the club with people he didn't always enjoy the company of. He didn't like the suggestion of the group photo for Veronica but as Catcher and Cloud both said that she probably would like to see him getting along with everyone he shrugged. A photo couldn't really hurt anyway.
When Cloud began to laugh about him saying the words slut expert Raf shook his head, it really wasn't that funny. He didn't even mention it the way they were taking it. He wasn't calling Reeves a slut expert, he was calling Reeves a man slut. Seth was right though, they should stop shaming people anyway. He wasn't in the best state to be judging people anyhow or even to be really having a conversation, most things coming out of his mouth would probably sound more like bullshit than facts at this point. "Slut or not Seth you do you bud. You're young, have fun," He looked over at Catcher and stared at him narrow eyed still. He knew his advice to Seth was totally contrasting what he might have just been talking about but he had never seen Seth with anyone and if the boy didn't care about being a slut than why should Raf either. Catch didn't seem to be too happy after he had taken a picture of him and Candi sitting together, he didn't know if it was all he had said or the alcohol that Reeves had probably consumed but he seemed to get a bit heated on the topic of sending the photo off to Tash. It seemed to set him off a bit more than he expected and Raf placed a hand on his face out of frustration. "If not her I'll send it to Evan, maybe he could use it to his advantage." Evan was supposed to be coming as far as he knew so he didn't expect Tash to be at a party because Evan would have probably been out with her. "Does it matter where she is? Just thought she wanted to see the pretty boy having so much fun with you gnome." Raf shot her a cheesy smile and then his phone was stolen out of his hand by Candi who seemed to be having too much fun taking photos. It would have been better to use her own phone for a picture but seeing her outfit didn't have a place to hide a phone she probably had left it in the back room. "I'm not going to upload any of those on Instagram."
Candi saying Veronica was probably at home reading, watching a movie or planning on how she would express her anger to him frustrated him but he shrugged. "Well if she is planning on chewing me out, then let her, it's better than the silence, silence drives me crazy." He sighed thinking that now instead of grabbing a case of beer he should have gone over to her place and knocked on the door. She probably wouldn't have answered him if he did anyway and now he was in the club probably about to make an ass of himself soon. Picking up what was left of the champagne he poured it into his glass and took a sip, as he did he saw Catcher's lips meet Cloud's. He was trying to swallow what he had in his mouth, about to spit it at out over himself in shock. Unable to do so, he grabbed the ice bucket at spray the mouthful of champagne into it. "Fuck, are you hiding that you're gay and the women are just a cover? Besides kissing Veronica I haven't even seen twig with a woman. It explains everything! I'm definitely telling Veronica." Raf couldn't help but laugh at Evan having more of a chance now if the pretty boy loves dick.
Candi said the C Boys kissing was hot and all Raf could do was shake his head. He wouldn't call it hot but Seth seemed a little disappointed in the whole thing and Skye seemed very amused. "I might have to drink everything after that. I should have just asked Claude, I thought twig might have been gay but Reeves kissing boys too. Just..." Raf made a motion with his hands expressing as if his mind had just been blown open with all that he had just seen. "Why haven't you kissed him yet though Seth if you've been wondering for so long? I wouldn't have been so worried about V hanging out with the puffball." Picking up the bit he had left in his glass, he drank it and when Seth had returned from the bar with a bottle of vodka and some shot glasses he would for sure need a few shots of that too. "Cloud wants to see me drunk then I'm getting drunk. Fuck after tonight I see us being good friends twig. I haven't told you but you are very fucking funny. Your music is still shit though nothing tops eighties rock man." Raf motioned to Seth for another drink and he slipped off his blazer and tossed it on the back of the booth where he had placed Skye's jacket. "Don't have to drink away my feelings now Dobby, I'm feeling great!"
Last Edit: Apr 22, 2022 23:32:22 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Cloud Crestfall on Jan 2, 2022 7:14:48 GMT -5
Issues with cosmetics again, Cloud urgently remembered how many makeup references Rafael made during the time he had known him. He wanted to ask if he had realised he was learning a lot about beauty and skincare but let it slide; Rafael would make the ugliest woman alive in drag and no amount of beating his face with powder was going to change that. And he would’ve pointed that out too if Skye hadn’t already given a satisfactory response. ”It just doesn’t faze me. Seth’s the one who got us all in on drag. I owed him is all... last one left is her poker faced teddy bear.” He looked from Skye to Candela, meaning Catcher and rested his case. Whatever beef Skye was cooking with Catcher now was something he would keep his hands off; them having a friendship was unheard of to Cloud. That whole tit banter between her and Candela was just as weird and awkward; it was like the two women were roman candles firing at each other, austere but not powerful enough to be lethal. And now his whole mental image was swirling into Rafael looking like a bearded lady in a circus. There was a special place for Rafael in the way he treated him, he would provoke any of his friends but this guy had something to deliver that no one else could; natural humour. ”You pay an awful lot of attention to the way chicks are dressed…” He rebuffed, considering all the details about Natasha and her prim and proper girlish dresses. Glancing at Catcher, he tried not to let him notice he knew Rafael was touching some sore spots at the moment. The whole plot to send Evan or Natasha the photograph was clever if he was against him but not so smart if Veronica blew up at Rafael for interfering. Cloud knew deep down that she would always defend Catcher as she knew him on a level she didn’t let on, and he watched Seth shake his head in warning. ”You must want V to chew you out bad… Fuckin’ whipped.” Rafael was sounding like a masochist for Veronica's love and affection and he chuckled for a bit. The fact that an alliance would help Rafael win Veronica over more than enmity, he sighed leaving that to be something for Rafael to acknowledge someday over his overblown morals. Shrugging, he really wanted to tell Rafael that he was being clingy and unmanly but figured that combination would implode him.
”I knew you and golden boy would hit it off.” Remarking enthusiastically as if everyone would understand he had been gaging this bromance the moment Evan entered the cabin during Claudemas, he piped up. Unable to contain his amusement that Rafael was talking about himself again in the most positive light, as always, he fired back.”Only one who would thin k you got hair like a beauty queen might be Evan.”Or his mother. He thought, snickering a little as macho savage impersonator made him cringe, tingly all over as tiny hairs stood on end. Rafael’s pride in his maleness was being shoved at them in a never-ending display of peacocking and he had no clue how Veronica or Candela handled it, his visible perplex burning into Candela as he searched her face. ”Pffftttt.” He blew out, biting down on his tongue as gnomes came into play; the man was an encyclopedia of gnome knowledge and obsession, and Cloud pitied Candela for having fallen for him once upon a time. The accuracy of goblins and Skye made him want to applaud but she was already happy about it so he kept quiet, finding something even better coming out of the Hawaiian’s mouth.”Double standards man!” Slutty girls and slutty boys, he wasn’t going to admit it but he was probably worse than Seth; if they ever asked, he had hooked up with his fans. Simultaneously he threw Skye an expression that told her he didn’t want to kiss her either when he could have just stuck his tongue out at her; they were that kind of immature friendship now. And he speedily recognised Rafael’s yolo comment to Seth as hypocritical to how much he passed biblical judgment on Catcher. Thus he faced said pretty boy, giggling at Rafael's backhanded compliment of Catcher's face and uttered freeing magic. ”I’m firing you from being my wingman. Now go slut too.” This was probably a historic moment; he released his friend from the painful job and used slut as a verb, he was full of surprises on this incomprehensible batch of pills he had taken. But good news, they were all going to be man sluts now.
There was too much in Rafael’s outbursts that he could be rolling on the floor cry laughing over. Right when he talked about all the women being a front for Catcher’s supposed homosexuality, tears were welling into his eyes as his entire face scribbled into an emoji. There were no sounds, he couldn’t breathe and he would’ve collapsed into Seth if he hadn’t been setting out all the glasses on the table and opening the vodka. Then it came, accusations of him not being seen with another woman stacked odds against him too. ”Noooo... how many times have I gotta tell y’all Imma end up with a supermodel?” Shaking his head, he could see Rafael lighting up as if he found the lost Ark of the Covenant or some other impossible relic. He couldn’t have been further from the truth about everything and everyone but no other example supported that more than the last iconic five minutes.”V’s not gonna believe you…” Blurting, he sounded unsure and it became a designated wonder at Seth while he seemed to loosen his tongue too, confessions pouring out. Information Cloud could not even process. But that couldn’t even touch what happened next. His face was clamped and pulled in fluid motion and his eyes were wide, staring into dark brown ones that closed as Catcher’s face practically collided with his, their lips locking. It was a muting kiss, shallow but coming together so magnetic he knew it would look deeper than it was. His brain fried; it had no depth but he was thinking it had all the chemistry from the silence then resounding excitement from everyone. He was just confused now and rather pink as he shook it off when they parted. His instinct was to shake his buddy, he was almost going to cup his face too, mentally yelling what the fuck was that but he stopped himself just before his hands reached. It would’ve seemed like he was going to kiss him again, or kiss him back and he just flailed. If he could describe it in one word, he was dead.”Wha-“ His mouth was gaping, questioning what over and over again as he looked desperately to his friends, increasingly shocked. ”No don’t do it again. And you like this Candi?!” He could feel his eyeballs vibrating from frantic movement; the blood shot dryness as his pupils rubbed the inner lining of his lids. ”Can’t blame you, we pretty as fuck.” He slurred to her, unable to tap her button nose the way he wanted to, playing with her, resigning his fate to Rafael and Skye's impending hullabaloo. Then he grinned trying to make her blush beet red in retaliation. ”You’d be too turned on to sleep tonight.” And that was the cue to leave her all flustered as he redirected his attention to Skye. ”Oh so you were trying to pick one of us up! was that it? You could’ve just said so, we’d both go with you. Maybe even Seth. Evan too if he checks you out and forgets about Tinkerbell.”
Rafael deemed him completely gay now and he scratched his forehead, shoving his bangs out of the way so they looked like he had been electrified, taunting Skye openly. He could say whatever now, and even at maximum sexual connotations, the buff guy was never going to flinch again. In spite of that, he tried once more in his direction. ”I’m not fucking gay though?!” Finally bursting, he protested, gradually leaning back into the cushion of the back rest, caving as nobody seemed like they would care much in their state of mind. There was nothing wrong with being gay or any other sexuality, he appeared to be fluid and he wasn’t going to bother asking why Rafael had ever thought that. But once the big man had a thought, it was probably impossible to change; he could see how stubborn he was just from how adamant he wanted Veronica. His bros, as good as they were, loved to cause this type of shit that he would equally pull on them and now he was at a loss. The only one left to support him was Candela and she was probably laughing too much, having cheered for another kiss. ”This is on you C. What the fuck.” He shot Catcher a damning look and grabbed his shot to toss into his mouth, clanking it back on the table before sighing with a loud ”Ah…”. Thankfully Seth had dashed and brought more liquor; hard liquor to waste him. It sounded more like he was only surviving from the drink although it wasn’t the kiss that frustrated him. It was the cave man brain who was now alleviated and he could never, ever make Rafael worried about him going for Veronica again, he kept circling this defeat. Everything from here on out would look like nothing but a prank, never taken seriously and that truly sucked. But the back of his mind knew he wasn’t going to give any fucks about this whole misunderstanding within the next ten minutes.
”Since when!?” Adding to the situation, he clasped his mouth shut exactly the same way Seth had. He never had an inkling about anyone wanting to kiss him, he didn’t even see Veronica’s coming; this was all overwhelming his totally warped subconscious.Was he even really conscious anymore, he wondered as he tried to straight, weak as hell inside and seeming to have lost a bunch of days just making sense of what he was doing.”You should still be worried Big man.” Words of conviction came out as he stared at Rafael, nodding to add to the facts that no longer held weight or sway. He wasn’t even going to ask anymore about his alleged gayness; it was going to be forgotten tomorrow and he dropped his head back in exasperation before starting to laugh. The laugh continued erratically, manically as he swayed back and forth, ultimately cupping his face with his hands in a cute pose. Hoping someone was going to fire back at Rafael that he was the funnier one, if not equally funny because this was terrible, he stayed innocent for awhile; being the comedic relief to the actual comedic relief, he couldn’t tell if that was a good thing at all. Then once he started, he couldn't stop; he kept mouthing to his friends, gesticulating to his chest, pointing about how and indicating Rafael was funny but wound up resting his elbows on the table and burying his face in his palms. Rafael was the funny one they all laughed at!”Aight… fuck… you guys suck!” Either way, he lifted his face and waved Seth closer, shifting nearer to him, childishly mocking Catcher as if he was not going to be sitting with him anymore when they were in a u shape booth. In that moment he was a little kid, pouting without pushing his lips up, just squeezing all his features together and glaring at his friend, taking a side. This was especially since Seth had wanted to but did not kiss him, setting off this chain reaction of Rafael believing all the wrong things. As he moved, he stretched a long arm out, a bony large hand and shoved Catcher’s shoulder like he deserved to be smacked on the upside of his head. It came off more like a push, a poke and Cloud scooted back to his original position.
”I don’t even-“ He didn’t know what to say anymore. Suddenly he was being made a friend, notoriety dropping every millisecond in Rafael’s eyes; the blatant insult to his music passing by his ears like it meant absolutely nothing. What he couldn’t ignore was that he had just been complimented as very funny; he couldn’t even dispute that Rafael was the most hilarious one of anyone he had seen, bearded lumber man didn’t even need to try. He was molded from funny bones but now he was being laughed at by the one they poked fun of and Cloud continued to pout subconsciously eventhough stood up wobbly and reached over to slap shake Rafael’s hand, anointing him a new brother before sitting down again. ”Friends it is… but dude… I swear I’m gonna make you love my music you damn hater.” Snatching up the bottle, he poured himself another full shot, it was so much that it overflowed slightly before he tossed it down his throat like a badly needed remedy. Medicine for the soul, he smacked his lips and held the little glass out in Rafael’s direction as an after toast. The true hilarity of things coming to ease him as Rafael boomed happiness to Candela from all the gay revelation he must have been having. ”You know y’all like the same music right?” Now he knew beach man’s happiness was going to fade away into some abyss with that statement; it was written all over Rafael that he thought he was miles different to Catcher. And they were polar opposites but this one thing beat all other funny things Cloud could scramble to find in an effort to take the spotlight off himself as he reached out his hands in both their directions and clapped them together as if that metaphorically smashed them together too.”And y’all both like… liked… Veronica.” Holding his hands together, he withdrew them to his chest in the most sardonically deliberate goading, mouth forming a silent ‘aww’ before he hopped up straightening in his seat hyperactively. Who was he kidding, he couldn't make everyone friends. ”Guess you two ain’t ever gonna be friends, but let’s drink to that!”
Post by Catcher Reeves on Jan 2, 2022 9:27:29 GMT -5
Casting a devious stare in her direction, he stretched a hand across the table toward Skye. She spoke with such determination to insult him, grandiose of herself. It would surely have been a dream of hers to see him mad. And the skin evaporated. His fingers in line to touch hers but never connecting, he was a smoky haze that slithered into view. Gliding, undulating like a grey metallic wave, he coiled along her arm in a dash, shooting up around her shoulders and wrapping around her neck, suspended to face her eyes. The mouth opened, black and empty, fangs slowly baring at her with sticky venom before it shut abruptly without a hiss. And the black mamba slid into smog that cleared around her. He was him again, an arm draped around her bare narrow shoulders. A cold pulseless finger dragging slowly, psychotically along her slender throat, a light horizontal slice he traced like a cut he’d like to make. ”We get it… you can start fights… but can you finish them?” His voice was a whisper to her ear, the black curtain of her thick glossy hair, he pushed away and tucked behind it as intimately as she would hate. ”She is the only one who gets to call me that… you should be more original.” Glancing at Candela with amusement, he instructed Skye audibly so everyone could hear, knowing she would immediately search for insults instead. But if she was as smart as she wanted to succeed at annoying him, she would be much better off conjuring a loving pet name. Everything he did with her was a test. Twisting her arm this way was on par as physically doing so and he reveled in what he could feel was disdain from beside her, oozing out of Rafael. It neither registered with him that Rafael had only seen him as a wolf nor did he care. Even in a public space like this, he truly lost inhibitions when he wasn't with Natasha.
It all begged for Skye to pull out some weapon like he could feel her frustrations would naively screw her over. In fact, it was probably making the big man more incensed than anyone else and he peered at him, plastering a momentary charming smile that he sent Skye’s way. ”My intelligence isn’t what you want to duel, you’re unarmed there.” He tilted away from her highlighted face, studying her as his eyes fell heavy lidded, a faint smirk curling on one side of his lips. It was a seductive watch, taunting and gloatingly amused, too close for her comfort. He wanted her maddened, aggrieved; it only made his expression prettier as he stared at her with California eyes. She wasn’t human, he could feel it now within the proximity of their touch; she wasn’t even entirely alive. The aura surrounding her discomforting whilst he had felt so different holding Candela; she was something he didn’t want to point out to the rest of them. At the rate Skye was going, animosity was radiating in the most obvious way between demon and angel and he would rather Candela was comfortable unknowing, protected.”I won’t afford you the same courtesy she has… so keep your issues with her to yourself.” Turning her little pointed chin up, he smiled something insidious, as serpentine as the snake he had been, a glimmer of caution she meant very little. She poised herself as dispensable, crass rejecting woman, deserving of none of his honour; he was going to return the favour of her request to be nothing but a lackey yet to prove herself useful. He was no angel and he was curious at how much greater she would want to portray herself the hardened, tough girl now. A daunting pause later, breaking into a chuckle, he grew bored at her predictability. ”If you want to start shit… I have a proposition for you later.” She was one likely to tickle him, but then he wouldn’t be responsible for her injuries, treating her as an equal only superficially. He hadn’t even resorted to teasing her about how desperately she wanted to enter this club with Cloud, that he would throw her out without much hesitation; she wasn’t living up to the fun he envisioned she’d provide, or the gratuity he was due for saving her from embarrassment outside with the paparazzi. She would be tomorrow’s headline, a sad fanatic. But with this proposition, she would get to torment Rafael and his eyes danced over to him as he suggested it quietly, wickedly on her wavelength. Should she reject the offer, he didn’t need her anyway. He was giving her more than enough face by even bothering to become a highly venomous snake, the fastest, as though she could even threaten him physically.
Ethers of grey emanated around her, his arm fading as his being dissipated into smog that sucked into a vacuum of shapelessness. Her chin dropping as his light grip disappeared. A sonic flap of air that beat the smoke into airy nothingness, he was a big leathery bat. Something as gothic as she wished she could be. For a second of that hyper spun time, he turned into his human form beside Candela, an arm slung high with attitude across the flat uniformed headrest of their seats, leaning back into it just as Seth returned, shot glasses stacked in one hand. ”Seth… 12 drinks? I might have Dani make a dozen Irish car bombs or a ‘graveyard' for you.”Nothing about this reaction surprised him. He wasn’t even bothered by Rafael’s overzealous, overjoyed reaction that he may be gay. If he had sunglasses on, they would’ve slid down his nose just enough he could peer at him as skeptically as ever the word had a face. From the whole fashion review of all the women’s clothes to this, he exhaled as he gazed at Rafael with a strange steadiness of figuring out how the Neanderthal brain functioned. ”If you don’t think I’m interested then why do you even bring her up?” Minus expectations, he asked Rafael about Natasha, hoping he would realise he had no answers to his own statement. The very idea of Evan showing up any minute now corroding him like slow burning acid, he let the alcohol do its job, dim all feelings before his eyes would roll into his head and never return. ”Nobody can find a dress that fits you.” Cutting him off, he unwittingly chewed on his tongue, his cheeks hollowing with sculpted definition. All this heteronormative speech was doing his head in coming from the loud voice of buff Jesus and he heard all he needed about gnomes one last time; solidifying his plan to find all the gnomes he could and plant them in Rafael’s yard overnight.
Dismissively waving the beach man off, he gave him the green light to send the photograph to whoever and whatever, Evan included. He didn’t have to look to know his friends were shaking their heads but that didn’t deter his resolution that he was at no fault. It was a joke that Rafael thought Natasha didn’t go to fraternity parties with or for anyone other than Evan; the poor sods didn’t know her at all. This premium emotional crap stirring stole his breath but ceased as more ridiculous stuff came out of Rafael's mouth. It was as though his voice box couldn’t stop auto generating things and he was learning unnecessary things that would not leave his memory; the big man had instagram, the big man was a doormat for Veronica’s domination, the big man still hated him, and the big man was whipped. That was when he glimpsed Cloud’s expression, unanimously arriving at the same conclusion. His brows raised, bending in disturbed awe until Seth 'coming out' took over everything. When Seth had talked about the pills acting as a veritas serum, and coming to terms with who he was, he had wanted to laugh with approval. But instead, he gestured with elegantly flailing hands at Seth to Cloud to indicate he should just go ahead and kiss him; they were sitting next to each other, Cloud moving closer to spite him, it wasn’t like they had to part the red sea. It came with perfect timing that the goblin didn’t want to kiss anyone and pushed for the next player to follow through the dare even when it seemed like the game was over already. What made it work all the more appropriately was that Cloud seemed befuddled, totally unaware of what Seth was talking about. Cloud hadn’t had the slightest hint that Seth might have had a crush on him and as he mused, he merely rolled his eyes at Skye referring to Catherine as a drag name for him, ignoring it. She was lucky enough that the blonde singer was even explaining stuff to her, making their business her business.
What he did with the kiss should have already broken any sense of formality for everyone at the table, it was uncalculated. And it was all the more shocking when Candela had exclaimed and told him to do it again and he had turned to look at her only to giggle fit more as they hugged. As tempting as that was to appease her, he could see that Cloud was already losing his mind, bonkers both happy and amazed but mindblown. Even letting him off from being his accomplice to the mastery of picking up a hot girl; he brushed his dismissal off like it was unheard. He didn't know how he was expected to slut when his pool of options would never expand as long as his heart wasn't broken to nothing. ”V does love soft lips…” Deliberately, he added fuel to Candela’s reminiscing of Veronica kissing Cloud, peeving Rafael with the fact but also trailing off with alcoholic wonder. Pushing it, he remarked with a careless air of how it was to be so wild and free with Veronica once upon a time, almost stepping back in memory. ”She didn’t mind sharing gum either.” The drunken feeling wheeled into him like happiness bookmarked to gross out Seth who shared the same film reel in his head somewhere.
Ludicrous, he allowed Rafael to think whatever he wanted about his sexuality, not really hard pressed to change his mind or prevent him from telling anyone. After all, he had been the one to tell Rafael he could tell Veronica in the first place. The world could see and he would remain unashamed by a little kiss; everyone should kiss once in awhile and Cloud being gay was absurd. Which was also why his friend was hastily trying to rectify the situation, freaking out in waves of mild astonishment; he let the push sway him before he too, leaned onto the table for support resting his chin in his hand. ”About as gay as all the places I’ve fucked-…in.” Casually, the multiple entendre sentence flowed out. The last part trailed and ended almost delicately hanging in the balance of mentioning a name, if not more than one, if not Veronica, all just to drive Rafael crazy. Silvery, it meant so many things yet nothing at all for someone who didn’t know him; that perfect kind of irritating careless blend of things Rafael loathed, pegged onto Catcher for reasons quite unsatisfactory. Smiling uncomfortably charmingly at the large, built man to finish with a cementing wink, he displayed the rascal he thought he was. It came as a follow up to Cloud trying to protest he wasn’t gay and he just turned away from his friend trying not to give into the contagious laughter, covering his mouth with his hand, fingers spread like a web across his face with an arm crossed over. The best part of Rafael speaking were his offensive nicknames, including twig and that made him heave a little laugh, neither denying nor admitting anything in his accusation of using women as a ‘beard’.”This will break the silence you’re so hung up about.” It couldn’t have been more underlined for Rafael like a passing of a torch. ”Right Seth, he’s always going on about her body…” Coolly, he showed no restraint with what he was saying and answered Seth with a small grimace. As that expression morphed, he smirked with a flutter of his eyelashes, listening to his best friend admit to the world he was a slut. The truth was buried, he had no idea what Seth’s love life entailed but from the vague time they first came here, the loveable Lycan had no trouble seducing strangers.”Raf no matter what happens, treat her well.” No mattered what resulted from him sending the photograph or what he knew of all things set in motion, the bottom of his heart wished Veronica her fairytale ending.
He eyed the placement of the glasses and the bottle of grey goose before moving forward and taking one to drink, reassuring Candela about the drama. ”It’s alright Candi…” Hearing her point out he was out with friends as if it was equivalent to Natasha partying with a bunch of guys want to get in her pants, he looked up and pursed his lips before meeting her gaze like a puppy. It was more imitating the way Furgie looked at her with huge glistening eyes when she wanted treats. They were a mirror of orbs that glazed over with tipsiness and calmly sat, allowing her to wipe the sticky makeup off his lips. Realising for the first time, he had never been drunk with her aside from the hangover. As she dabbed and smeared the remnants with her manicured finger, he wondered if it was because he would end up marrying her again by accident. ”You want chasers? I’ll get chasers... Tequila sunrise is not a chaser…” He stopped her to ask, childlike holding onto her hand with both of his, spreading the fingers like cards as he pressed the fleshy pads of her palm in a funny massage. Things were beginning to blur in his eyes, he could feel the beat of his heart as though it was the only thing keeping him awake, whatever he was saying delayed in his increasingly drunken state. As he did so, a waitress passed them and Candela caught her attention to put an order, one that was oddly not what he anticipated she would send for. When she received the drink, he skeptically looked on and then grinned, relenting she liked cocktails, biting back the urge to tease about how she should either be drinking beer or another liquor which defeated the purpose of a chaser or actually done a real chaser, which was commonly soda. He let go as she was suddenly a little curt and he understood his reacting to mentions of Natasha was annoying her so he said nothing as Rafael called him pretty and Cloud took flight with that to tease Candela.
He really should have told Rafael to be a manly man and accept no chasers but beer would black anyone out and contrary to Rafael’s belief, he was not out to get him; his friends would know they’d have to lug the muscle man home at the end of the night if passed out. But, he also couldn’t fight off the nagging in him that if Rafael passed out again, he wanted to set his butt alight with liquor flame.”You’re both fucking funny.” Finally delivering Cloud what he wanted someone to point out, he still didn’t say that Rafael was the funniest because he wanted it to stay that way, sounding blithe. Should the old man find out, he would be consciously trying to be aloof. He grabbed everyone’s shot glasses back to position in a pyramid, placing Seth’s downed glass at the top as he poured the vodka in a cascade across the rims. The clear liquid flowed like an invisible waterfall, collecting in uneven layers before he tipped the bottle back upright and pulled out his lighter, setting it all aglow in blue fire. As his fingers singed without visible change after pulling all the glasses apart, circles of flame still burning them down, he drank a full shot so quickly the scorching flavor barely lasted in his mouth. He would drink to the fact Rafael and he could never be friends even when he rooted for the man for Veronica’s sake.”Come on Raf, she’s not Dobby…”Candela wasn’t even a gnome; there were no slender beautiful gnomes but he had sometimes called her that as if he could make it a positive thing. As soon as he parlayed that to Rafael, he immediately notified, blankly looking at him knowing imaginations ran wild when they were drunk and the last time he had talked about socks it was a mindfuck. ”Don’t even start with the sock thing.” The glass extinguished and he pushed the falling zigzagging fringe of his hair back from his face with a smooth run of his hand that slicked one side flatly coiffed. ”You all want to be seriously drunk then I’m getting us Bacardi.” Canting his head and stretching up over the booth, his eyes narrowed darkly around the emptying club. Familiar patrons and private dances occurring as all the life from earlier had faded sleepily into the wee hours. Population decreasing comfortably for them. And he stood up, vanishing in the motion as a leaping, slim shadow. It pranced away, a precise catwalk along the headrest of the boot seat that hopped away onto the carpet, out of sight. The black cat jumped onto the bar at the far end of the interior, sleek and gleaming with a tail curled around its feet. Statuesque, it was miniscule from their distance now, a silhouette staring at Dani while she cleared the bar counter. Before her mouth opened, he unphased, sitting on the edge giving her a friendly peck on her cheek while she handed him a dark bottle.
Post by Evan Andrew Clarke on Jan 2, 2022 15:33:33 GMT -5
It was Saturday night and while all of his friends were at some frat house partying or pregaming at a random girl’s place, he was at home pregaming before heading out to meet them. Dressed in black jeans, a black v-neck t-shirt with white jean jacket and black and white converse, he was applying cologne when his phone dinged and vibrated on the counter. Picking it up, he saw it was text from Rafael telling him to dress up and meet him at Claude’s club. Evan typed up saying he can’t make it due to a prior commitment but then decided against it. He considered a night away from Natasha and his friends might actually do him some good. Evan knew that he wasn’t going to miss anything and knowing Natasha, she’d either get drunk and wander off to Biker Boy’s place or drunk text him. He was never a fan of the guy and her antics. She hasn’t given him a real chance and it seems that Biker Boy is his competition when there’s nothing to be compete with. He is and will always be the better person for Natasha. At least that’s how he sees it.
Responding to Rafael, See you there. And don’t call me Richie Rich. 'golden boy', grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth and while he hates people calling him Richie Rich, he wants to make something of himself. He'd Show Natasha that he’s the man for her. Often she would say things he wants to hear but when it comes to actually going through with the plan, it falls apart. He tossed his phone on the counter and quickly changed his attire to a black button up shirt with rolled up sleeves to his elbow, light grey fitted chino pants with a black belt and black loafers. He thought about wearing a blazer but chose not to. The few times he had met up with Rafael, he’s been nothing but one big hilarious guy. He’s been his mentor on how to woo Natasha while the big guy had been failing when it came to Veronica, he doesn’t give up. Picking up his phone again, he requested a ride to Claude’s club. With his ride few minutes away, he locked the door behind him and texted his other friends that he cannot make it anymore and to have fun. He hesitated at Natasha’s name, debating whether to text her that he will see her the next day. Was it a dick move if he didn’t send a text to her? Murmuring to himself on how he should, he quickly texted her to have fun and don’t do anything stupid. Walking outside, he saw a blue Camry waiting for him. Sliding in the back seat, he greeted the driver and held conversations about sports while they made their way to The Tongue and Tail.
He had never been inside the place and started wondering if they will let him in. If they didn’t, he doesn’t mind sending a text to Rafael to come outside to get him. Looking at the line of people waiting in the cold and the bouncer standing there deciding who to let in, he was impressed by the line, red carpet and camera people. He thanked the driver, texted Rafael that he’s outside then looked at the scene ahead of him. Debating what to say or do. Evan thought about saying he’s the future nephew-in-law of the owner and get a laugh out of the bouncer and himself. Or he could say he’s a friend of the owner since he now knew Claude. His mind was going on about what to say as he started getting closer. If there was a lady bouncer, he would have charmed his way in but looking at the big guy, probably weighing two-hundred seventy-five pounds at the same height as Evan, only bigger in muscles, he wouldn't do that. Intimidating bouncer, he thought. Smiling, he stopped in front of bouncer and told him he’s future nephew-in-law of Claude Galloway since Claude had stated he was Natasha's uncle. He might be sweating his balls as he wasn’t sure if that will work and if the bouncer will tell him to get lost. He saw the bouncer remove the rope to let him in. Before walking past, Evan gave him fifty dollar bill and a thank you to the bouncer.
Once inside, Evan looked around the lounge, impressed by how it looks. He always pictured the inside with big ugly guys with beer bellies, throwing dollar bills at naked girls, stripper poles on stage, a space filled with whiskey and smoke smells. From where he was standing, he could see Rafael’s big head; he could spot his brother from another mother, anywhere. He saw that he wasn’t alone in the booth. Wondering who else might be there when he saw Biker Boy from the corner of his eye head to the bar, getting a bottle of what looked like rum from the bartender. Evan went over to the bar and ordered ten blue kamikaze shots then gave a short greeting nod to Biker Boy. While he waited for those shots, he looked over at the booth, seeing who else might be there. From behind he can’t tell but maybe once he gets to the booth he will eventually know. ”I’d say I’m surprised to see you without Tash but…” Evan shrugged not knowing what to say to him. He studied his face, the glossy eyes, possibly mellow mood and… there was something about Catcher Reeves that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
Both of them haven’t spent time together alone and there will always this tension, hatred over their head he assumed but he wondered why Catcher acts cold and distant at times with Natasha. Sitting at the bar, he looked like he was having a great time by himself with the woman making drinks. ”Enjoy your night.” The night was about to begin for Evan and little did he know, Catcher was going to be in it. When the bartender had given his drinks in a tray, he handed her a hundred dollar bill then he walked up to the booth with the shots and a smile on his lips. He stopped in front of the booth, placed the tray down and looked around at the familiar faces. With the exception of black haired girl, he knew them all and guessed she might be a new addition to the group. ”I come in peace with drinks.” Evan fist bumped Rafael then took his seat on the other end of the booth where Candela was. He knew that Candela worked at the club and that she was also a nurse in the making. Seeing her in all white, Evan whistled at his fellow Angel; He wasn't hitting on her but rather approving whole attire. ”I just met your brother at the bar. Gotta say this attire makes you look like more of an Angel than that tutu did.” He had a hunch back at the lodge that she was an Angel and confirmed it right before he left that she is. Something about how she talked about saving Rafael, how both of their banters in group text revealed things on top of how she behaved. Evan’s gaze went to Seth and Cloud, giving them a nod then looked at the new addition. ”I’m Evan. What’s your name?” He didn’t wait for anyone to introduce them so he took the matter into his own hands and introduced himself first.
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Post by Skye Kavanagh on Jan 3, 2022 18:16:11 GMT -5
She had taunted him, trying to find little things that would incite him to react, she stared around the table at him and in seconds he changed into a shapeless haze and then into a snake which traveled up her arm and coiled around her neck she could feel the soft scales against her skin and the pressure of his hold. In her eye line he barred white hypodermic fangs that stuck out against the back membranes within his mouth. She sat unmoving, not letting his ability to shape shift phase her. He wasn't the first creature she had met with abilities but being so open in a place where someone hadn't was just plain risky. He had shifted again back into himself and she felt a warm arm on her dainty shoulder and a finger trace along her neck. His words a whisper hisses into her ear as though he was telling her a secret but it wasn't it was a taunt he was trying to find what made her react. She slipped her hands underneath the table and silently called on her knives, as he pushed her hair behind her ear. She gripped the matching silver bladed toys which she could summon whenever she seemed fit. With a press of a button they would pop out of their onix colored handles. She slipped them silently under her then hem of her dress. "I can end things just as well, but the thing is...I like playing games, be it devilish or not." She smirked winking over in the clouds direction. She didn't care for the plain nickname the angel had given Catcher, it was too cute and it only made him seem more soft and Skye could feel he had parts of him that were as soft as the angel might think. "It's a shitty nickname anyway, there's probably a better one I can think of."
When it came to intelligence, she thought insulting him was a good idea but it only seemed to make him think he was smarter or knew better. It irritated her like a sliver under her skin. Him insulting her own made her want to show him that she wasn't one to mess with. She thought it was darling how he was playing his hand to protect Candi, even if it was just empty words she had been firing in her direction. " Don't worry I won't hurt the hair on her head." He felt his hand on her chin and he smiled at her astutely, and she shot one back at him, eyes narrowed as she had promised to leave the feather adorned woman alone, but not him. The bait of a proposition made her curious nature want to follow up on his proposal later but looking at his face she felt as though to include the big guy beside her. "Hmm, let's see how the rest of the night goes." His finger vanished from under her chin as he dematerialized back into the smokey haze and into a bat, it too was a dark creature people fear but she was one with the dark. What surprised him was the ability to shift so freely unlike any she had met before, he was an anomaly. She wondered what would happen if she sent her knife at him while he was in between shape would it sink into his chest out would it fly right though and hit whatever was behind. She was just about to try when he shifted again from a bat into himself but thought as soon as someone knew she had her hidden weapons she would be kicked out. Skye looked over at him sitting beside Candi and smiled." Thanks for the tip blondie but push up bras are false advertising.." She pointed at Candy's chest and opened her mouth. " I bet she is wearing one right now."
Things were getting interesting, Catcher kissing Cloud seem to turn Raf quite jovial beside her, going on about he knew knew both Catcher and Cloud were gay. She didn't know why he had jumped to such a conclusion so quickly. She could tell the giant man was wrong both the guys. Just from him touching her and the way moved she could tell that he exuded masculine energy there wasn't a gay bone in that man's body, as for Cloud the guy might have warn some interesting clothing and seem emfeminate but he to she didn't feel was gay. Just because two men kiss didn't mean they were gay she didn't want to rain on the big man parade he seemed to be talking about something now besides some chick she didnt give two shits. She was smiling which felt more strange because it was not the usual look on her face, most psaw her with almost a blank like expression what most called resting bitch face. Cloud's reaction was what sent him over the top besides watching the two men kiss, Candi cheering them on.She found it a losing battle trying to hide how much she was enjoying all of this. "I never said I wanted to pick any of you up, there might be someone else in this club that might interest me more. I think you're a hot bud but I don't think I'm your type, I'm missing a little something between my legs unless you won't mind if I wore a strap on." She bit on the corner of her trying to stifle her laughter trying to act like she was serious but she almost failed. Drinking some more champagne she nudged Raf in the shoulder, "Good call big man, and you tell Veronica that he had some smokeshow woman trying to pick him up and he turned her down." She suppressed her smile making it one more subtle. Seth added to the pot by saying he had wanted to kiss Cloud since Claudemas? She wasn't sure what fucking made up holiday that could have been but things weren't look good for Cloud's reputation. "Crestfall don't worry I won't tell anyone about any of this I keep it secret, I promise." She wanted to see him squirm a little but by tomorrow she would even care.
Seth had the right idea, he had raided the bar and had brought enough glasses for them all to enjoy some shots. She was always down to drink with men, it often surprised them with how high her tolerance could be for someone small. She was just about to grab a shot when Catcher began stacking up all the glasses and pyramid and poured the vodka down it, lighting the whole thing on fire. " ohh, fun! He is a fuck Pyro too. Let set something on fire!" Hearing the Dobby references and Catcher mentioned socks Skye did get it. What in the hall was a Dobby and socks for what masterbating into. "I don't know what kind of twisted stuff you're all into but I should have met you earlier." She grabbed one of the flaming shots and put her hand over it to stop it from burning before sliding it to Raf and grabbing one for herself. She watched Catch get up again and change into another animal, this time a cat." I like fire but I don't think this big guy is anything special. I don't need to set him aflame. All that hair... poof" she tossed her hand in air inmimicing motion she though Raf would do if his beard lit on fire. She tossed back her shot and smacked the glass back down on the table. All jokes aside, what are you guys? I can already tell blondie is an angel. Reeves is some weird shifter Seth and Cloud?"
Not soon after she had finished speaking, another dude strolled up with a tray of drinks and set them on the table. The guy almost seems to radiate in the fainted lights in the club. " If the guy at the bar is her brother, then I'm th fucking president of the United States. I'm Skye and your Evan..I've seen you around town" of course Evan had to be another fucking angel. She reached under her dress and slipped them out and placed them down on the table. "Anyone wanna play game of pin finger?"
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Post by Seth Rivers on Jan 7, 2022 20:03:03 GMT -5
Everything going on at the table made him feel as if he was watching the scene from some weird ass comedy. Between Catcher switching forms,which he was still amazed to see every time he did and Raf laughing at thinking Cloud and Catch were gay he really didn't know what to focus on. All that came to mind was that Catcher was probably the biggest blackest thing she probably had near her mouth. He leaned back against the booth and let his turn up and looked at the ceiling. " Irish bomb things sound good I don't want to think about a graveyard just in case talking about being one makes us end up there." He could tell Catch had been irritated by Raf talking about Tash and at this point he was annoyed at the Veronica talk also. "New rule, if anyone talks about someone who is not here they take a shot. Will make a game out of it." He pointed over at Raf he already knew by the end of the night Claude would probably be the one making sure the Hawaiian hulk got home.
Seth stuck out his tongue and shook his head after drinking a shot of vodka down. He was embarrassed that he actually admitted that he wanted to kiss Cloud, the only saving grace was people not knowing he had a crush on the guy. The only person he had asked if Cloud was single was Feather and she seemed cool enough not to mention anything to him. "I could kiss him Candi or I could just freak Raf out and kiss him instead." Seth winked in Raf's and pouted his lips. Raf was far from his type but he thought seeing him squirm a little would be funny especially since the guy said he was young and should have some fun. It was weird that Raf talked to Catcher one way but told Seth that it was ok to get around. It was some weird double standard but the only way he thought he might truly find what he likes is to explore all his options.
Waving his fingers around in front of his face as they felt as though they were tingling Seth watched it as they seemed to almost leave a trail behind themselves. It was his body that had been moving too fast for his brain to comprehend. He was enjoying the feeling where he felt half in and half out of himself. Thinking about boobs because of the girls talking about tits and push up bras, he looked down at his own chest then over at Cloud for a moment before reaching out and trying to squeeze Cloud's pecks. "Do you think her boobs are bigger than ours?" Seth fingers trailed down The rainbow colored jacket as if he was finger painting Cloud's body and let out a laugh that should be like a donkey braying, and less like he usually chuckles . Feeling for his pockets he pulled out a little bag filled with the bright yellow pills he had grown fond of since Claude had given them out at the treehouse party. "Is this all you have left?" Popping the baggy open he slid two over to Skye and took one himself to top off what had already been flowing through his veins. " Take those you should loosen up too if you're already horny from watching those two kiss." She was at an age though as most of them were where they thought about sex and the best way toget thier rocks off. Raf had seemed to be getting out of that stage a bit; he still always talked about how good Veronica looked all the time. He wondered if every time she walked in a room he lost brain cells from staring at her butt. " Sure does I can't count how many times he mentioned Veronica but being like a little peach. I prefer my chicks with more junk in the trunk.. that is why I liked Marissa so much." Seth never really thought about the girl much the couple years. He had his fling with her and for a while but things fizzled out for them soon after.
Seth was playing with his glass sliding across the table playing with it as if it was an air hockey puck and his hands the paddles. When he stopped Catcher slid it away and added it to a tower of glasses. He watched as each glass came alive with blue flame as the alcohol fueled the flames. It was quite impressive and Seth stared at it mesmerized for a second but didn't reach out to grab one he didn't feel confident enough that he wouldn't knock the whole pyramid down in his state and cause Claude club to catch fire. Vodka was good but Bicardi would be a good addition to the tablet, and he nodded in agreement as Catcher suggested it and left the table turning into a cat. He could see that his friend was being a little more free with his abilities than usual, but he felt like it wasn't his place to tell him to be cautious when he himself wasn't taking things easy tonight. He wasn't thinking that such a straightforward question would come out of Skye but she seemed to be wondering what he and Cloud were.
Seth looked around the table and silently picked one of the shots now it had burnt out. "How about you guess but I can tell you, I'm probably the strongest one in the room, sexest too." His attention was pulled away by Evan approaching with a tray of drinks. Raf had mentioned that he was coming but Seth was still unsure how he felt about Evan. Catch was his boy and though Tash seemed to be having a hard time picking who was better Seth didn't have that problem at all. He was team Reeves all the way but just because he had picked a side he wasn't going to be too mean to Evan, he was nice to look at after all. "Thanks dude. I can't believe you still think that bullshit Calude was feeding you was real. You really think a vampire would adopt shapeshifters and have lycans for nieces and nephews. I think he was just trying to get you to believe him so you got stoned and all those dick cookies you ate Cloud made them." Seth bursted into laughter and reached out across the table and grabbed one of Skye's knives. " l'll play as long as I can't really lose a fingers if cut it off someone better staple it back on quick before it heals into a stump"
Post by Candela Steele on Jan 17, 2022 18:12:36 GMT -5
What in the world was the turd talking about? What she was wearing was by far her favorite attire. Candela tried to block out nonsense that Rafael was speaking, thinking about how Natasha tries hard to be miss perfectionist but fails. ”Since when did you became Natasha’s advocate? More importantly, how do you know how she dresses every day? Creep.” It was clear that Rafael will do anything to talk about how amazing Natasha is, how much of a slut Candela is, how Catcher is a womanizer, and most annoyingly how the C boys in the group are not manly enough, whatever that means. When Rafael had waved her off, she was tempted to flip him off but held back even though she knew he will continue to degrade her, Catcher and Cloud. He’s nothing but a puny human who thinks he’s the best looking guy out there. ”Hit 50, have a bunch of kids and let’s circle back then to how amazing your hair is.” She had already pictured him going bald, being careless and dumping everything on Veronica since Veronica wants a farm with many kids running around but he would be her better half sitting there being a nimrod. What she doesn’t understand is how does he knows more about goblins and gnomes? Maybe being a landscaper he might have spent more time with gnomes, goblins or it was just to spite her.
One thing she had to agree with Rafael on was that Cloud is funny.”So you have a wingman and a wingwoman? How’s that working out for you? They still haven’t even found your supermodel yet.” Candela tapped her chin thinking if she should hook Cloud up with one of the performers but he might have slept with them already so she shrugged at her own thoughts. Cloud deserves one hot, beautiful, weird girl who will keep him on his toes or keep both of them on their toes. When she does happen to be in his life, she will be jumping with joy for them. ”You’re no fun. The whole picture was like a movie scene in my head.” More like slow motion scene in her head. Everyone's reaction appearing slowly and she was expecting ‘no’ in a slow deep voice which made it even more hilarious to her. What came out of Cloud’s mouth was something she would’ve expected from Catcher but since they’re brothers from another mother, they rubbed off on each other. Hoping that she would hide behind Catcher or cover her face with her own hair so they wouldn’t see her blush, her throat went dry and her brain was struggling to come up with a comment and to look at anyone. Did alcohol really mess up her mind this badly each time? It took her a few seconds to pull herself together. Pouring another shot, she drank as they talked about Rafael liking or disliking Cloud’s music. ”Once they close the club for the night, we should have our own concert. I have a song picked out already.” If she had the power to kick everyone out and have the place to themselves she would’ve. She got up from her seat and looked around the place, still packed. Frowning she sat back down in time to see Catcher phasing into a snake and wrapping himself around Skye.
Candela had seen Catcher phase into certain animals but a snake? Nope. She’s scared of them and let’s be frank here, she’s scared of anything that crawls and slithers. She slightly shuddered then ignored the interaction between them. Over the past few months, they barely saw each other but he had grown to be this close protective friend, roommate of hers. It was a weird feeling for her as most of her life she had been bullied and only learned to stand up for herself after high school. With Catcher it’s different. They connected on a whole different level, they have these weird inside jokes, and she misses him more than she lets on when he’s not around for days. Whatever Rafael was talking about, she just looks at him like he’s some sort strange drunk human having real issues that he doesn’t want to talk about and covers it up with stupidity. It felt like time had slowed for a few minutes and before she knew it, Catcher was back sitting next to her. His big glazed eyes, pouty lips reminded her of puss in boots from Shrek and their fur child, Furgie. It made her heart tug a little as she’s always been a sucker when dogs and cats do that and they were back in their own bubble where everyone was blurred. Resting her head on his shoulder, she giggled when he had picked on her cocktail drink as a chaser. Her eyes squinted when he weirdly massaged her palm but followed with a grin. ”Whatever you’re thinking, just say it.” Candela has been drunk numerous times but she doesn’t believe that any one presently at the booth has seen how she is when she’s drunk.
Drunk Candela does a couple of things: One, laughs a lot. Two, she wants to dance and sing. Three, she gets a craving for seasoned curly fries. And if she’s really pissed drunk, she wants to go cliff jumping at the quarry though she hadn't yet. By then she will need a baby sitter. Amazed, unable to blink when Catcher arranged glasses in pyramid shape and liquid poured down the to glasses without making a mess, it was mesmerizing to see a blue glow in the glass; she had to admit she was impressed. Rafael saying Dobby and Catcher coming to her defense, made her slap her hand on the table and point a finger at the giant turd. ”Make up your mind numnut. I can’t be gnome and Dobby at the same time.” This man was driving everyone crazy with names and the only person that liked his nicknames was Skye. When that girl mentioned that she was probably wearing a push up bra, she laughed and smirked. The lighting was decent enough to know that what she was wearing was off shoulder, a backless short dress but she took Skye’s hand and placed it her boob. ”Aw sweetie, are you blind to see that I’m not wearing a bra? These Babies are real. Also, he was talking about the house elf Dobby in Harry Potter. You should really watch it so you don’t sound clueless.” Candela let Skye’s hands go and sat back down. The little girl clearly needs glasses to see and should watch Harry Potter. The way Skye was talking, she clearly didn’t get the reference and she watched Seth touch Cloud’s body and mention if her boobs are bigger. ”You and Skye have same boob size.”
Once again, Catcher phased into a cat and leaped off to bar. She turned around to see Dani at bar, making drinks for a patron. She felt bad for her when Claude’s friends hang out at the club, they always tend to go to bar and help themselves. It’s great and all but Dani's job is on the line. Who knows how long they have until Claude decides to sell the place to someone who will either be a control freak or close the doors for good. Shaking her head, she turned around, sat close to Cloud with her back to his arm and legs in front of her. There was beat of silence from her, just mindlessly listening to others talk when Evan came to the table with a tray of blue drinks. A low whistle from the fellow Angel made her do a happy dance inside. At Claudemas, she wanted to get him drunk but she did not predict that Turd and Golden Boy would have hit it off. It almost seemed like Rafael was more interested in Evan than Veronica at times. Her brother? Her buzzed mind, wondered who he was talking about. Did she have a brother that she doesn’t know about? Candela sat properly to see everyone drink, confused. She picked up her shot glass then one for Cloud and set it in front of him, leaving another for Catcher. Not too long ago, Seth wanted to play a drinking game where they drink if they mention Veronica or Natasha’s name. It was useless to her when she knows that in their drunken state Rafael and Evan will bond by talking about two girls who are playing hot and cold games; they were always a hot topic. For one night, she wanted to avoid that but leave it to Rafael to bring up both of the girls names and Seth to drag it out, ruin her fun on stretching the lie about being related to Catcher for Evan.
Candela counted how many times Seth mentioned Natasha and Veronica’s name and to her surprise it was only one name: Veronica. ”Take a shot Seth!” Her mind started wondering how to do damage control when Seth talked without thinking sometimes. Ruining perfectly good fun. Don’t get her wrong, she liked Seth and always has a good time when they’re together but right now she wanted to put him in a headlock. ”Claude practically adopts anyone he likes. He loves Cloud and Feather so he adopted them. What he couldn’t have, he’s making it happen by creating a family right now. As far as my brother goes, he’s adopted. Why do you think I’m an angel and he’s a demon shapeshifter?” Even in her tipsy state of self, she wasn’t sure if the sounded story she said made sense. Candela respects Claude and he was a vampire who’s been alone, finally finding a family in other super natural beings. She would have been happy if she had him as a dad instead of her own father. She took a shot that Catcher had poured and drank it. ”Don’t listen to what Seth has to say. Thank you for the compliment earlier but I always look like an Angel.” She whispered and made a shhh sound at the end to hush him. Adjusting herself in the seat, she started humming lyrics to the Don’t Cha song by pussycat dolls, bobbing her head as she sang. From the corner of her eye she saw Skye pull out a knife and place it on the table following with another game suggestion. It was the most random thing to bring to a club and pin the finger? Everyone had their fair share of things going on and she was not going to participate in something that's insane. The last thing they need was to have a finger missing and blood oozing.