Post by Layne F. Larkin on Jul 1, 2012 21:37:48 GMT -5
Fuck, she'd forgotten Whites was even here. He really did ruin everything. He'd ruined any chance of things with Hero since he always followed Hero around, and now here with Micha, well shit. Still, maybe it was for the best. She didn't want Micha just because the girl had some good shit in her system. When she and Micha fucked, it was going to be for real. No booze and no potions. (And no Whites, either)
Anyway, with the Alihotsy in his system, it was better Layne keep an eye on the little bitch. "Sure, running around sounds fun. Let's do some shit." She was pretty much responsible for these two until the potions ran their course anyway. She made sure her wand was in easy reach. "Let me feed Jett first." She went under her bed to where she kept Jett's food. She was careful not to reveal the wooden box she also kept under there, nestled in a wad of laundry and made to look like random detritus. That was private.
After putting some rat food in Jett's dish, Layne was ready to go. She picked her bag up, which had in it a few fun potions, and of course some spare booze, although only the rotgut stuff. Her good stuff stayed down here, where it was safe. Besides, the crappy stuff was easy enough to believe a student getting their hands on. She didn't want professors questioning her methods for acquiring the other things she kept in her room.
Post by Micha Volkov on Jul 8, 2012 5:34:58 GMT -5
Micha glanced at Whites, who was getting crazier by the minute. In her current state, it came across as more lovable than annoying/retarded/moronic/idiotic/foolish/frustrating. Normally, she might ignore him easily as she ignored anyone else, but that was not even a possibility at the moment. Layne rustled around under her bed and Micha nudged at Whites with one elbow. Her hand felt empty, jealous of the other one which clutched almost desperately around the half-empty bottle. Watching Layne, she drank another sip that was more like a gulp. The room was almost glaringly bright and she blinked against it. The lonely hand crept to Whites and fastened on his arm.
It was good, yes, she decided. Contact was good. It was such a contrast to how she normally felt that she couldn't dislike it, no matter how strange it was. She would not mind if Whites hugged her again. She would definitely not mind if Layne kissed her again. No, wait, she'd kissed Larkin last, hadn't she?
She felt good.
Layne finished her business. Micha suddenly found herself in a bind. She wanted to hold onto the girl, too, but she didn't want to let go of Whites or the alcohol. The problem was solved by tucking the bottle into the crook of her arm, pressed against her near-flat chest to hold it steady. She pulled Whites closer, then reached out and grabbed for Layne's hand, too, fumbling because it was hard to focus, but in a nice, relaxing way. Who cared?
Careful not to spill her drink or trip, Micha walked the fuck out of Layne's awesome hidden dungeon room, dragging her accomplices along with her.
Last Edit: Jul 8, 2012 5:36:53 GMT -5 by Micha Volkov
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