Post by Alex Vipond on Mar 29, 2015 6:08:41 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Alex was on the phone, listening to the call ring through as he stepped into the pool hall. He'd heard about the shit that had gone down in New York and without all the details, he was worried that Terri may have been in the area. As he settled at the bar, he lit a cigarette, and waited for the call to either be picked up or roll to voice.
Terri x Kurai: Terri was in her loft, oddly enough, checking out round trip flights to Seattle and back again when hearing her phone ring. Except it wasn't in the small living room. Head lifting from the computer screen, she jumped up and scrambled for her bedroom. One look at the caller ID was all it took for her to answer it hastily. Y'know, she wouldn't miss one of his calls. "Hello? Alex?" She didn't know if she had done the damn swipe thing in time or not.
CharIey Rose: Rolled to voice hell, like anyone would or could refuse a call from the Alex Vipond? Charley was already at the billiards, playing a game of pool - poorly we might add. However, she was still having fun and random conversations with those there while enjoying a bottle of Guinness which was at a nearby table and chairs. She was her usual casually dressed with jeans, a light green Tinkerbell t-shirt, and sneakers. Ginger red hair left to drap around her head and spill onto her shoulders. Her turn up, she took aim... and shot the q-ball right off the flippin' table. "Oops..."
Alex Vipond: "Hey, you're there, good." He smiled into the phone, breath let out in relief. "I heard about that building collapse, and it scared the shit out of me." He glanced around as Tom set his usual down on the bar in front of him, and he chuckled slightly as he saw Charley there. "But since you've answered your phone, I take it you were nowhere near the area when the gas line went."
Terri x Kurai: Terri was about to say why wouldn't she be until he told her why he was calling. "Ohhh, yeah, that. Happened in Manhattan from what I've heard. I'm actually in a loft that's part of Tainted Blood in New York City."
Imperious Venus: She'd just come out of the little girls’ room. Funny thing was not a soul in the joint would be able to place her having come into the pool hall, from one point of entry or any other, and while the discerning sort should trouble have arisen? That sort would discover that the security recording, on whatever media, must have been on the fritz for a good period of at least ten minutes. Blondilox was tieing her hair back, glancing about the place as if curiously searching for what was known to exisit somewhere within that space, as she headed for a seat at the bar. A sort of smirk crawled about her candy pink coated lips, yet did not tug at the corners of her mouth, when the object of a mild and recent curiosity was taken sight of. She parked her ass a few seats down, enough where it was just as plausible to be pure coincidence as it was... well what it was! What was it then? Oh! She'd been taking some long romantic walks and... well then! The thing was it was only she that had known about all of that. Stalking much? She liked to think of it as close target reconnaissance... and stuff. The subject of such attention seemed distracted. A good thing for the while. She'd taken off her thin black leather jacket and draped it over the back of her seat. What in the devil was she wearing? Something entirely casual. A pair of bluejeans, a black t, and some dead lizzard - crocodile boots in black.
CharIey Rose: Charley waved when seeing Alex - easily passing off the stick to someone else despite some protest, but she waved them off. She scooped up her beer from her table and walked over to where Alex was, though wouldn't interrupt while he was on the phone or anything... flopping down into a seat and turning so her back leaned against the bar. No, she knew she wasn't required to drop what she had been doing and come over, she just did because she felt like it.
Alex Vipond: "Manhattan is New York City," the heart of it, in point of fact, "hence why I was worried. But it wasn't anywhere near you." Alex nodded. "That's good. So, other than not being in buildings with gas issues, what have you been up to?" Alex's gaze slid over to the blonde coming from the direction of the restrooms, a nod given her. She'd been in previously, at least once, and at the park the night he and Rissy and Mars were hanging out. What was her name? It would come to him.
Terri x Kurai: "Yeah, no, not that close to Manhattan." She replied with a chuckle. "And before you ask it wasn't my fault." She added quickly, couldn't help but add a little humor into it. "Getting reacquainted with the city. Keeping my arse out of trouble." Yeah, that was a lie, but that particular trouble was, for the most part, over with now. "How're things there? I'm going to be taking a trip up for a little while to check on things."
Imperious Venus: When the bartender came to take her order she'd ordered something deceptively sweet and which of course had the makings of something positively wretched. One part 151, one part Malibu black, and another pineapple juice, though with a slick of 151 on top, and a cherry, in her case. Two pint glasses of the stuff was what she'd ordered. Of course they were both for her. She was greedy like that. She'd not apparently noticed the nod, she'd been seen, but from that moment forward until her drinks were delivered that smirk was ever present. She'd slither on over to the man and the redhead that had taken to his side, wearing a friendly bubbly blonde countenance. She'd set one drink on the bar, taking to lazily slurping up the contents of the other as she regarded the vampire.
CharIey Rose: Slithering was left for snakes... least in Charley's opinion. However, she would take a drink of her Guinness and offer the blonde a nod in greeting as she approached. "'ello..." She greeted, offering a smile, while keeping hervoice low enough to not disturb Alex's phone call.
Alex Vipond: "That's good to hear and not a lot, actually..." he regarded the blonde, whose name still escaped him, damn it and then smiled at Charlie, before looking back at the woman. "It's been horribly dull without you. Rissy's gadding about, you're gone. It's all Charley can do to keep me from defacing books in the public library." Kidding of course. Did libraries still actually have real books? Shame what the digital age had done to print.
Terri x Kurai: "It can't be that horrible without me." Terri replied, stretching out on the couch while skimming through the computer again for flights. "You've got your buddies there? Mars wasn't it? Lana and Rissa... If you're getting bored you're spending too much time by yourself." Terri replied. "And good for her, Charley is a trip."
Imperious Venus: Where had the little Fae gone off... a fun one indeed. She'd park her ass next to the redhead as that first drink was drained. "Hello there"... She smirked, popping the cherry minus stem into her mouth. Within moments she'd decided that the air of lavender about that one was something pleasing to her. She'd set the empty glass aside and swirl the contents of the other with French manicured right index fingertip. "Shots. I think we should do shots until Mr. Vipond is off the phone."
CharIey Rose: Miami was the last Charley had heard of where Rissa had gone... leaving her in charge of her other boss' rose garden. Not that she didn't mind, heck it was the easiest job she had. Plus, that savings plan for a car would be read in no time the way things kept up. "Aye..." Charley spoke apprehensively. "Las' time I wen' fer shots, I woke with a bleedin' headache..." She replied, instinctively lifting a hand and rubbing the back of her head with her palm. "I donnae think I've recovered enough jus' yet."
Alex Vipond: "Don't bet on that." He chuckled, a shake of his head given. "Mars is off doing," what Alex wasn't sure, and likely didn't want to know, but it involved his former military unit and was likely something not to be discussed over the phone, "Lana's setting into her house. She should be all moved in any time now."
Imperious Venus: No fun! The blond chortled a bit at red's response but then had a sort of sympathetic look. As if she, of all, could sympathize with an actual hangover? Well then. "Oh come on! It will totally be fun and stuff, we don't have to do anything powerful? Just some tasty girly shots. Johnny Vegas. Oatmeal cookie. Girlscouts. Blowjobs...”
Alex Vipond: Alex was taking a sip of his whiskey when those options were tossed out and he coughed, then wheezed, a glance shot to the woman, whose name still escaped him, but hey! At least he didn't backwash out his nose!
Terri x Kurai: "Aw, least you know how to make a girl feel needed." She said with a chuckle. "What about Geri or hell hanging out with Charley could do you some good. And Nadia...? Isn't she still in town?"
Alex Vipond: Alex was wheezing, that was about all the response Terri would get for the moment.
CharIey Rose: Charley looked over at Alex then back to the blonde and raised a brow. "If'n I'm goin' tae drink, I am goin' tae drink. Nae some fruity combinations..."
Imperious Venus: A slow creep of transitioned gaze befell Alex momentarily at his almost sort of fit, a halfway apologetic yet all at once mischievous look given. Smoldering was what it became as she took the cherry from her drink and practically molested it with her tongue before swallowing it whole. "Tell me my dear lass, what do you know of the tale of caribou lou"?... She waggled her brow and slid the drink towards her. "Makes for a powerful drink too" She chortled at that. It was true. A pint glass could turn easily into three, but the creep factor? more than that and even the hardest of drinkers would be feeling a little... woozy. Hell it took her a hint more than most, but it was a rare thing that she enjoyed among other powerful yet tasty beverages when looking to get a little dirty.
Terri x Kurai: "Did you call at a bad time or what's going on over there? If it's something I'm better not knowing about then don't tell me."
Alex Vipond: "No, no.... Just some unexpected shenanigans... Hey, text me your flight number and arrival time and I'll pick you up and we'll do lunch, or dinner or whatever meal coincides with your arrival? Sound like a plan?"
Terri x Kurai: "Yeah, sure. Not sure if I'll be alone or not, but I'll text you to let you know when I know regardless." She sat up, leaning back against the couch with an arm crossed over her stomach. "Stay out of trouble, Alex." Icy blues shifted to the screen with flights and times listed.
CharIey Rose: Depends on who she was looking to get 'dirty' with since if Charley passed out again... she could be a killjoy even though it wasn't intentionally. "Nae much..." She admitted, eying the glass skeptically. "What be in it?"
Imperious Venus: "Pure deliciousness". She smiled sweetly. Well it was after all the truth. Though that truth was also subjective to one's definitions of what constituted 'pure deliciousness' and all of that jazz. What! It was! It was so wicked one could just barely make out the 151 and stuff! It tasted like a dream come true! Though... like all good things, and more things that tasted that good... was it too good to be true? She'd wave at Alex with a slight waggle of finger-tips with her right hand while her left was stuffed into blue jeans pocket. "Hmmm."
Alex Vipond: "I will do that." As best he could, at any rate. Whoever she brought with, would be welcomed. "I'll make sure to drive the Benz, just in case the added seating is needed. See you soon." He smiled and hit end, then looked between Charley and ... "I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten your name."
CharIey Rose: Charley still eyed the glass apprehensively, but would give it a gentle push back to the blonde. "Nae... thank yeh anyway..." Hard lesson learned - sometimes the fruitier the drink, the harder it was because the fruit juice covered up the strength of the alcohol so that it operated like a - for lack of a better term - ninja.
Imperious Venus: Peer pressure fail. Sadness level 9000. More for her! Lore shrugged with a smile. "Try it sometime else then. You might like it"... She took it up and drank a few slow sips down herself as Alex finally got off the phone. Did she have some sort of incredulous look about her? No. She was actually if anything, just a hint, amused by the vampires apparent lack of recall. "Oh me?” She smirked and set her drink aside. "I'm just your selfie stalker"... Her smirk did widen a touch. It had only been the one right? The one Selfie? That he knew about.
Alex Vipond: "I'm usually better with names, so I do apologize." He nodded to her and then lifted his scotch, taking a sip, before setting the glass back down. He looked at Charley. "Terri will be flying in .... I presume tomorrow? She's going to text me the details."
CharIey Rose: "Maybe another time, aye..." She replied with a nod, taking another drink of her Guinness - yes, she knew it was Irish and she was Scottish, but who cared? Listening between the two, she couldn't help a strange look to be given toward the blonde with a brow raise. Selfie stalker? That sounded creepy as hell. Blinking, hearing Terri's name, Charley looked back to Alex and gave a sigh of relief. "Tha' is a hard woman tae get a hold of." She said, giving a shake of her head.
Alex Vipond: "Really?" Alex gave her a dead pan look. "All I did was call."
CharIey Rose: "Maybe she donnae have my number so doesnae answer?"
Alex Vipond: "Possible. I can text it to her." Pulling his phone, he pulled Charley up in his contacts first to get the number, and then he fired it off in a text to Terri. "There, now she has it."
Imperious Venus: "Lore"... She said, then went about crushing the mostly full pint of caribou lou like it was her job. Refreshing! Of course the bartender was looking at her like she was fucking insane. Why she was still upright, seated with perfect posture, able to compose coherent speech, not all googly eyed, and still yet very much clothed. For her size? The two drinks she'd just slammed like a god-damn champion should have utterly wrecked her shit. "Blowjob"?... She asked, glancing between 'red' who smelled of lavender and Mr. Alex Vipond. "Get us a tray of blowjob shots"... She'd apparently made the executive decision there right? Of course she would not pressure anyone to do anything. Of course not.She'd drink them all herself in a to go 'sippy' cup of sorts if it came down to it! She always did enjoy a good traveler!
Alex Vipond: "No thanks, I've got that covered." Damned if he didn't. His lips twitched upward and he buried the expression with a sip of his drink, before shaking another smoke from the pack to light it up.
ObsidianAsp: Of all places... Helena had sought out a certain vampire. She had her own club she could be secreted away but for this night she head out into the town in the murdered out Lamborghini Veneno only to roll up and park. She could have easily taken to the shadows to will herself from one place to another, but that required calling upon a greater power which she rather not. No need to bring attention upon herself. Considering the information she had been receiving about a certain sibling that is. So, in walked Helena. For once, the woman was not in a dress or skirt. Though she was in some fashionable fitted leggings, killer heels with crimson trim. A loose low slung silk blouse that was barely held on by the strap that was tied about her slender neck, backless revealing the pale smooth of flesh. A brow rose as she took in the sights of those at the bar as she approached in that near dangerous smooth gait that only one of her kindred could pull off.
Rissatopia: Arissia prowled inside because the usual suspects most often congregated here --- well here, and at that park. The handbag slung over the bend of skinny arm cost more than most people paid in rent but otherwise she was slumming. So. Anyway. Yoga pants (not that she ever did fucking yoga in her life -- she did however, take naps) and a sweatshirt that kept wanting to dip off one shoulder. Serene smile given to the faces she recognized before she stopped and glanced off at nothing as if trying to remember something.
CharIey Rose: Charley looked between the blonde and Alex again before killing the rest of her beer and standing up - no sliding needed for this Ms five foot ten. "I better get tae trekkin' it." Charley said - looking up as another woman and Rissa came in. Well, her seat was open now to whomever snagged it. "Next time yeh go tae Miami, yeh bet'er take me with yeh." Charley joked, giving the fae a light pat on the shoulder before heading out.
Imperious Venus: She'd just about been ready to ask the bartender for an overgrown styrene sippy cup for all of those shots, that apparently only she would be guzzling, when in walked in fun. Well for surely! One she suspected well enough to be fun, and the other she was almost as certain in of. She had the look. She had the moves. Lore double fisted a few shots.
Alex Vipond: Wait, what? Trekking? Was she fucking walking? Helena's arrival brought Alex's gaze back around, and he nodded to her, hand extended to take hers, a press of cheek to her own as his fingertips grazed the inside of her wrist in acknowledgment of the blood. "Helena, it's good to see you. Won't you join us...." And then there was Rissy, and Alex's smile was instantaneous. "Hey, you. How are you?" They still had some Fleetwood Mac to do.
Imperious Venus: The little secret vampire mafia handshake thing had been duly noted. Oh? She totally knew about that shit, though just eyed the two as if she was bluntly curious. The look was a sly little look, busybody type, as if she wondered if those two 'got down.
ObsidianAsp: Greeting Alex much in the same. She pressed a kiss to his cheek though cause he was one of the few she actually liked. Attention went to the blonde briefly and then to Rissa. She had a distinct smell of dancing sugar plums. "Only for a little bit, Alex." She thanked him for the request. " Sabby has not been about?" She knew the answer, but she would detect truth and lies from the notable friend.
Rissatopia: Well, she finally remembered what caused her to stop suddenly and appear to be in deep thought. "Freedom -- that was the George Michael song I loved so much." Not that anyone had asked? But she'd been trying to recall at three in the morning and it just now came to her. If she could figure out that iTunes shit on her phone, she'd buy it. Looking up, she smiled at Alexandre --- nose crinkling with the dorko grin, smile given to the Blonde and the Slinky Chick. God, she loved pretty people and all three of them were sublime. "Hi! I'm good! How is everyone?" She was already wandering over to pound shots with Goldilocks the stalker from the other night. Hand out for a glass.
Imperious Venus: She restrained the grin that came with the confirmation. Rissa would be handed not one, but two shots from the tray, as a momentary spark of something bordering on relief flashed within Lore's jade green gaze. "Much better now that I've a drinking partner"... "Mr. Alex here is apparently too fancy schmancy with his scotch, all refined and dapper, for a blowjob"... She'd chortle a bit, glancing at the man and the other blondilox in the room. Well there were other blondes there, but aside herself of course... the vampire was the only other she'd might think to devour once the proper level of being... amy winehouse wasted took proper hold. She took one, two, three shots! Muah ha ha!
Alex Vipond: "Not in the last week." Alex looked from Helena to Rissy. "Arissia, this is Helena, and you remember Lore from the park, yes?" He looked back at Lore. "I am a man of simple tastes. I like my booze neat." And his women naked, but that was another matter entirely. Alex looked back at Rissy and smiled. She was the soothing balm, the fun times, the gossip girl, the end all be all of cake and conspiracy.
ObsidianAsp: Hazels turned their attention upon the women that Alex introduced her to. A small smile pulled at her lips. " Pleasure. " Softly. She would regard each in turn til she returned her attention to Alex. " If you do, please let me know" Quietly. There was no urgency to her voice just a request.
Rissatopia: And she practically missed Miss Charley as the hottie left. She smiled, happy to drag Charley Rose to Miami (or Madrid, London, whatever) anytime. But right now, she had two shots in her hands. "Merci," she murmured at Lore, a blushy grin threatening to tug the corner of baby doll mouth. Gray gaze went to Helena. She grinned at her as if they'd been friends their whole lives --- sorry, she really could not help herself. She then contented herself to partying with Lore and BJ drinks. "He always drinks that. I like vodka. Just. Vodka." But she was not picky apparently!
Imperious Venus: Gluttony could be a virtue, who knew? Lore was apparently in the mood to tend to her inner lush bucket. She'd taken up shot after shot until both pint glasses, then before the added copious BJ shots only ice, were full to the brim with BJ. She'd hand one to Rissa, already missing the 151 pineapple infusion of Caribou Lou. The night was yet young. "I can appreciate that. After all we like what we like, but one should try new things"... "Spice of life and all that good shit"... She sort of smirked and immediately went about destroying her drink. Jesus Christ did she have a hidden blowhole somewhere? Nah. She was just pro like that, could hold her breath or something. Some neato trick surely. "Fuck. Yes"... She slid the empty glass aside and would study how Rissa received and dominated her drink, or not. For those with the sensory capacity to detect such hints of preternaturally inclined shenanigans? The scent of Lore's very faint trace of Dior would become adulterated with something that was teasing, pleasing, and utterly fucking insidious in how infectious it rapidly became. The scent of her justified the existence of the word aroma. Honey, sugar, spice, and all things nice? Wouldn’t justify the scent of her. A hint. A hint that did not sing a hint of the relative 'octave' of the power hidden away in the blood of that little witch. A slip? Or a lure.
Alex Vipond: "I will definitely let him know." How aware Helena was of Sebastian's recent... issues remained to be seen but it was not a topic to be held here. "You've not had any word from him?" He glanced then to Lore, and yes, he knew scents and the way they worked. His own was something that tended to act as a pied piper to already besotted fans. To put it bluntly, the man smelled of sex. That underlying aroma, that scent of sexual attraction. Tossing cologne on top of it rather than disguising it, tended to make it more pronounced. He'd learned long ago that pure soap and water was the better way to go.
ObsidianAsp: "None." Was her only response. Hazels settling upon Lore. The woman was attractive, alluring and seductive in a rather subtle and yet not so subtle way. Though, Helena had other plans for this night. "And the sands of time is spilling. "Quietly. She would offer a hint of a smile to Alex. "Til next time." A fleeting touch to his forearm with fingertips and she was soon making her way out of the billiards just as smooth as she had entered.
Rissatopia: Lore was shoving drinks at her at a speed that'd kill any Navy Seal. One of her (not so) finer moments coming up, she set her handbag down and snagged the hair elastic from her wrist, slapping her hair up in a sloppy bun. Bending over just slightly from skinny waist, she opened her mouth wide and ---- ah shit, she heard Alexandre and stopped short. Thank goodness she heard and stopped herself, she totally didn't wanna be the thick taking a BJ in the traditional way when they were speaking about Sebastard, who she was also worried about.
Imperious Venus: Urgency! She could practically smell it on the conversation between Helena and Alex no matter that it, at best, to most, might have been ambiguous enough. Keywords few enough alone. Nobody knows the troubles I've seen! Nobody knows my! Oh! She spied an errant starburst in Rissa's purse and did move in like a fucking hawk to snatch it.
Imperious Venus: ( -.- all your candy are belong to us)
Rissatopia: It was a lemon one. Ew.
Alex Vipond: And just where and how was that shot being taken? Generally it was done from a man's lap... or at least that was how they did it in Lauderdale. They'd have to try this blow job thing again, later. When he could do something about it. Alex smiled at Helena, a kiss pressed to her cheek before she made her way out. She was always a class act that one. Her and Sebastian were like night and day. Helena refined, Sebastian the college frat boy on a bender. In Vegas. Just saying.
Rissatopia: You could t o t a l l y take it from a bar top! Alexandre just wanted someone's face in his lap! Onto him. Got his number. Serene gaze watching him as he walked the blonde out, she lifted her shot glass demurely and sipped. A Fae on damned good behavior now.
Imperious Venus: Sadness level +10000 upon chewing the lemon starburst, though she ate it anyway, watching Helena's juiciness depart. There was a distinct moment of creep eye there. "I get the distinct impression that I'm being punished"... She said, momentarily pausing the chewing of the starburst. "You leave the lemon ones intentionally don't you"... She swallowed the small mass whole then.
Alex Vipond: Alex settled back in, drink taken up and he chuckled. "There's nothing wrong with lemon." He looked at Rissy. "You're just flavorist." Was that a word? if not, it should be.
Rissatopia: Her head lowered back, chortling at Lore. Setting her drink down, she went fishing in her handbag and produced the bag of g o o d Starburst, all of the lemon variety already removed. "I do." Totally did it on purpose. But she was totally down for sharing. Easy sunshine smile given to Alexandre, she was about to reply but something in her currents shifted -- an axis all fucked up somewhere. Senses pricked and heightened, she craned her neck and looked to the door like a little cobra, brows lifted in some marginal show of alarm.
Alex Vipond: Alex looked from Rissy to the door and back, his hand moving to the small of her back as he shifted her to his other side. "What's wrong?"
Rissatopia: "Huh?" It took her a full...one-hundred-twenty-seconds to realize someone spoke to her. She glanced quickly at Alexandre with a dazed smile and forced her features into the sunny nose-crinkle grin. "Nothing!" All was peachy.
Imperious Venus: "Jumpy much?" Lore smiled sweet as could be, glancing over her shoulder at the door, slapped down the requisite bills and then some from a wad of cash taken from her front left bluejean pocket onto the bar. "Off to get deeply white girl wasted I go...” She'd lean over the bar, taking a pen from a cup, and then wrote her number on the starburst wrapper she'd left on the bar. "If you want to join...” Open invitation for either of them, the wrapper was left on the bar. Then? She'd pluck a few starburst from Rissa's offered bag, offer a light goosing of that Fae butt, kiss Alex on the cheek, and be gone. There was even a slight wobble in her step for effect as she'd for and out the door.
Alex Vipond: Alex watched her go and then looked back at Rissy. "There's something not quite right about that one." He lifted his glass and drained it, unable to put his finger on it, but the woman was friendly enough. Shaking his head, he slid his glass across to Tom for a refill.
Rissatopia: Goosed, she barely glanced up, gray gaze still trained towards the door. Sometimes the currents were so stunning that she was surprised nobody else was feeling it -- of course they wouldn't unless they were Fae folk. Taking the wrapper finally with the phone number on it, she dropped it onto bottomless handbag and turned serene gaze to Alexandre. "She is definitely peculiar." A pause. "I'm sorry there is no word about Sebastian."
Alex Vipond: "Well, hopefully soon, otherwise, I may feel compelled to call in the cavalry." Whoever that might be. He wasn't sure who he could call to try and unfuck a completely fucked situation. "But enough about that," he looked her over, his hand taking hers. "What have you been doing? Anything fun or interesting?"
Rissatopia: "No. Just getting my things packed to flit off to Paris or whatever --- Pompeii maybe." She had a feeling her plans were about to totally change and she'd be in Seattle for a f e w more days. Briefly she tucked her hand to his, squeezing before she let go and backed up three steps. "I should tell you something. Promise not to kill me. No, promise!"
Alex Vipond: Alex chuckled, a smile given her. "How can I ever even consider the possibility? He leaned in and kissed her cheek, then straighted once more. "You know you can tell me anything." He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and then reached for his glass which was, by and large, behind him but he found it unerringly.
Rissatopia: She let go of his hand and backed up three ---t h r e e--- steps anyway. Like a Vampire couldn't easily close the distance if he was pissed? Sometimes (a lot of times) Arissia just didn't think. Hands flung out helplessly. "Calla is here somewhere in the states." Wait. Pause. She grabbed up another of the forgotten BJ shots and killed it quickly. Liquid courage! She plunked the glass down. "And I meant to tell you I swear! It's just...I've been asleep for so long! And... And I try so hard to keep that side and this side separate and she was never supposed to come over here and...And I named her Calla because it means Lovely." Spit it out Arissia. Instead she picked up another shot glass.
Alex Vipond: Alex just stared at her blankly for a long moment, then nodded. "Okay." She was flipping out and he had no clue why. "And it's a very pretty name. I take it she's one of your children." Since she named her, and all that would make sense.
Rissatopia: Why were her kids coming to this side when she had never --not even once-- given them permission to do so? They needed to keep their little Tinkerbell asses on the o t h e r side of the Veil where they were safe. Eventually she was tugged from thoughts of beating Carissa and Calla's asses --- and her gaze went to Alexandre. "She's yours too." See? See the kind of shit that utterly slipped Arissia's mind? This might be when he killed her. But she m e a n t to tell him!
Alex Vipond: Alex just stared at her for a long moment then shook his head. "I'm sorry, what?" He couldn't have heard her right. He was too cold, his balls, were too cold, to make that possible. One hand lifted and dragged through his hair, fussing with it a bit and even as he did so, it hit him. He was warm. Warmer than he remembered being. Not since he was human. Not since the last time... He looked back at Rissy. "Holy fucking shit."
Rissatopia: He w a s sometimes chilly but not often for long when they tangled up like snakes in the grass. Her cheeks burned bright and warm with splashes of strawberry color hitting her complexion and leaving her with sunburn. Sun kiss. "She's...sixteen or seventeen? Something like that? She doesn't look anything like either of us. She looks like my Greek grandmother -- before old age." Thankfully. The kid coulda been named Santorini. He didn't seem livid at least and she was so grateful for that. "It was that time in Prague." Or. She coulda just named the girl Prague.
Alex Vipond: Time on the other side moved differently, Alex was aware of that, but Rissy would have had to have gotten pregnant just weeks after they... "Holy shit." He knew he ran warmer, more normal with her in his life, in his bed; her blood coursing through his veins. He didn't think, for a moment, that he could actually knock her up, but then again, all the research done, when trying to find a way... Fae were obviously the natural solution to all the science he'd been looking into. "Oh fuck..." He couldn't tell anyone, not a soul. Not only would it crush Meghan, but he had a paternity suit that laid claim to the fact that he was without the means to make a woman pregnant due to painful condition as an infant in regard to his balls. "Wait.... She's here? Where?" Was that why she'd been looking out the window. Alex looked as well, though he didn't see anyone.
Rissatopia: "I don't know. She's probably already joined at the hip with Carissa. They're bad." If Arissia said someone was b a d, it probably meant they were a fucking menace --- but in the cutest sugary way. She'd felt her baby's arrival, thus that looking out the window she'd been doing earlier, and seeming dazed. Neither kidlet was supposed to be here but you know those trickster faery types, they tended to do w h a t e v e r the fuck they wanted to do. Obviously Calla got that from her father since Arissia a l w a y s played by the rules ---- right? Crickets... "I'll find her and send her to you tomorrow if you like." After she got the fly swatter on her for coming over here, of course.
Alex Vipond: "Wait, what? You won't be there?" Was that a note of panic. "I mean of course I want to see her, but..." By himself? "I mean, what's she gonna think?" Of him, of his life of his ways.... "What if she doesn't like me?"
Rissatopia: "Why wouldn't she like you? She knows a lot about you, don't be silly, Alexandre --- she.... She plays the harp, and the flute. Who do you think she got that from?" Uhm, here's a hint, she didn't get it from Arissia.
Alex Vipond: "She's into music?" he smiled, then leaned back once more, hand going out to pluck up his glass and drain it, before he slid it over to Tom for a refill. "I can show her the studio, she'd like that, yes?"
Rissatopia: "Of course she would." Chortling, she drifted back to him in long legged wandering, and slid her arms right on up and around his neck uninvited, ready or not. "Stop worrying. How could anyone not adore you?" And she should know, he'd been her Achilles Heel for a century.
Alex Vipond: Alex slipped his arms around her, holding her close. "Jesus, Rissy." He searched her eyes, a smile touching his lips. "We have a child." HIs arms tightened around her and he held her close, burying his face in her hair and inhaling her scent.
Rissatopia: The corner of her mouth turned up, that mouth like a plum threatening to turn into an utterly sweet-rotten grin. Easily she pussycatt'd up to him, careless for a moment of the rumors and TMZ. "Mhm." They most certainly did have a kiddo, one who played the harp and didn't look a lick like either of them. He felt good, familiar and strong and since he was inhaling, she smelled j u s t like honeysuckle & sugar, pulse going nutty since he was near. God he felt good! She plunked her cheek to his chest and selfishly hoarded the moment snug against him.
Alex Vipond: "We made.... a baby. And she grew up to be a musician." He laughed and then cupped her face between his hands, his lips taking hers and keeping them for a desperately long moment before lifting his head and looking into her eyes. "Tomorrow. I meet my daughter. Calla?" It was a beautiful name.
Rissatopia: "We did." She kinda grinned finally, the warm blush again kissing her features as their mouths touched. Sweetly she kissed him, always down for kissing with Alexandre. Serene gaze finding his, she nodded. "Tomorrow." Pause. "I can come if you like." But she'd just be in the way, both of them leaning on her as an ice breaker and buffer! These two Viponds needed to meet for themselves. "I'll make sure her rotten ass is at your studio without Carissa or Briar or Bitsy. ----- Briar is her fox, Bitsy is her baby lamb." Oh. That reminded her. She may as well warn him now. "About that. If she has a stuffed animal, it's Briar or Bitsy."
Alex Vipond: "She's how old?" For a moment Alex had thought she meant live animals, and whereas the lamb might be gotten away with, the fox would likely not get on with the cats. "Stuffed animals? Not live ones?" He was thinking teen, was she a tween? A slightly more than toddler, but not quite middle school?
Rissatopia: "She's sixteen or so?" Age meant ....so little...on the other side, she lost track. Her own kids probably had no concrete idea of their own ages. Come to think of it, Arissia had no idea how old she herself was. "They are stuffed animals...over here. They are real friends over there." It was hard to explain and she sounded nuts? So she stopped. Suffice to say, she would warn Calla not to be taking either critter to her father's home or studio --- or anywhere over h e r e actually.
Terri x Kurai: Terri was in her loft, oddly enough, checking out round trip flights to Seattle and back again when hearing her phone ring. Except it wasn't in the small living room. Head lifting from the computer screen, she jumped up and scrambled for her bedroom. One look at the caller ID was all it took for her to answer it hastily. Y'know, she wouldn't miss one of his calls. "Hello? Alex?" She didn't know if she had done the damn swipe thing in time or not.
CharIey Rose: Rolled to voice hell, like anyone would or could refuse a call from the Alex Vipond? Charley was already at the billiards, playing a game of pool - poorly we might add. However, she was still having fun and random conversations with those there while enjoying a bottle of Guinness which was at a nearby table and chairs. She was her usual casually dressed with jeans, a light green Tinkerbell t-shirt, and sneakers. Ginger red hair left to drap around her head and spill onto her shoulders. Her turn up, she took aim... and shot the q-ball right off the flippin' table. "Oops..."
Alex Vipond: "Hey, you're there, good." He smiled into the phone, breath let out in relief. "I heard about that building collapse, and it scared the shit out of me." He glanced around as Tom set his usual down on the bar in front of him, and he chuckled slightly as he saw Charley there. "But since you've answered your phone, I take it you were nowhere near the area when the gas line went."
Terri x Kurai: Terri was about to say why wouldn't she be until he told her why he was calling. "Ohhh, yeah, that. Happened in Manhattan from what I've heard. I'm actually in a loft that's part of Tainted Blood in New York City."
Imperious Venus: She'd just come out of the little girls’ room. Funny thing was not a soul in the joint would be able to place her having come into the pool hall, from one point of entry or any other, and while the discerning sort should trouble have arisen? That sort would discover that the security recording, on whatever media, must have been on the fritz for a good period of at least ten minutes. Blondilox was tieing her hair back, glancing about the place as if curiously searching for what was known to exisit somewhere within that space, as she headed for a seat at the bar. A sort of smirk crawled about her candy pink coated lips, yet did not tug at the corners of her mouth, when the object of a mild and recent curiosity was taken sight of. She parked her ass a few seats down, enough where it was just as plausible to be pure coincidence as it was... well what it was! What was it then? Oh! She'd been taking some long romantic walks and... well then! The thing was it was only she that had known about all of that. Stalking much? She liked to think of it as close target reconnaissance... and stuff. The subject of such attention seemed distracted. A good thing for the while. She'd taken off her thin black leather jacket and draped it over the back of her seat. What in the devil was she wearing? Something entirely casual. A pair of bluejeans, a black t, and some dead lizzard - crocodile boots in black.
CharIey Rose: Charley waved when seeing Alex - easily passing off the stick to someone else despite some protest, but she waved them off. She scooped up her beer from her table and walked over to where Alex was, though wouldn't interrupt while he was on the phone or anything... flopping down into a seat and turning so her back leaned against the bar. No, she knew she wasn't required to drop what she had been doing and come over, she just did because she felt like it.
Alex Vipond: "Manhattan is New York City," the heart of it, in point of fact, "hence why I was worried. But it wasn't anywhere near you." Alex nodded. "That's good. So, other than not being in buildings with gas issues, what have you been up to?" Alex's gaze slid over to the blonde coming from the direction of the restrooms, a nod given her. She'd been in previously, at least once, and at the park the night he and Rissy and Mars were hanging out. What was her name? It would come to him.
Terri x Kurai: "Yeah, no, not that close to Manhattan." She replied with a chuckle. "And before you ask it wasn't my fault." She added quickly, couldn't help but add a little humor into it. "Getting reacquainted with the city. Keeping my arse out of trouble." Yeah, that was a lie, but that particular trouble was, for the most part, over with now. "How're things there? I'm going to be taking a trip up for a little while to check on things."
Imperious Venus: When the bartender came to take her order she'd ordered something deceptively sweet and which of course had the makings of something positively wretched. One part 151, one part Malibu black, and another pineapple juice, though with a slick of 151 on top, and a cherry, in her case. Two pint glasses of the stuff was what she'd ordered. Of course they were both for her. She was greedy like that. She'd not apparently noticed the nod, she'd been seen, but from that moment forward until her drinks were delivered that smirk was ever present. She'd slither on over to the man and the redhead that had taken to his side, wearing a friendly bubbly blonde countenance. She'd set one drink on the bar, taking to lazily slurping up the contents of the other as she regarded the vampire.
CharIey Rose: Slithering was left for snakes... least in Charley's opinion. However, she would take a drink of her Guinness and offer the blonde a nod in greeting as she approached. "'ello..." She greeted, offering a smile, while keeping hervoice low enough to not disturb Alex's phone call.
Alex Vipond: "That's good to hear and not a lot, actually..." he regarded the blonde, whose name still escaped him, damn it and then smiled at Charlie, before looking back at the woman. "It's been horribly dull without you. Rissy's gadding about, you're gone. It's all Charley can do to keep me from defacing books in the public library." Kidding of course. Did libraries still actually have real books? Shame what the digital age had done to print.
Terri x Kurai: "It can't be that horrible without me." Terri replied, stretching out on the couch while skimming through the computer again for flights. "You've got your buddies there? Mars wasn't it? Lana and Rissa... If you're getting bored you're spending too much time by yourself." Terri replied. "And good for her, Charley is a trip."
Imperious Venus: Where had the little Fae gone off... a fun one indeed. She'd park her ass next to the redhead as that first drink was drained. "Hello there"... She smirked, popping the cherry minus stem into her mouth. Within moments she'd decided that the air of lavender about that one was something pleasing to her. She'd set the empty glass aside and swirl the contents of the other with French manicured right index fingertip. "Shots. I think we should do shots until Mr. Vipond is off the phone."
CharIey Rose: Miami was the last Charley had heard of where Rissa had gone... leaving her in charge of her other boss' rose garden. Not that she didn't mind, heck it was the easiest job she had. Plus, that savings plan for a car would be read in no time the way things kept up. "Aye..." Charley spoke apprehensively. "Las' time I wen' fer shots, I woke with a bleedin' headache..." She replied, instinctively lifting a hand and rubbing the back of her head with her palm. "I donnae think I've recovered enough jus' yet."
Alex Vipond: "Don't bet on that." He chuckled, a shake of his head given. "Mars is off doing," what Alex wasn't sure, and likely didn't want to know, but it involved his former military unit and was likely something not to be discussed over the phone, "Lana's setting into her house. She should be all moved in any time now."
Imperious Venus: No fun! The blond chortled a bit at red's response but then had a sort of sympathetic look. As if she, of all, could sympathize with an actual hangover? Well then. "Oh come on! It will totally be fun and stuff, we don't have to do anything powerful? Just some tasty girly shots. Johnny Vegas. Oatmeal cookie. Girlscouts. Blowjobs...”
Alex Vipond: Alex was taking a sip of his whiskey when those options were tossed out and he coughed, then wheezed, a glance shot to the woman, whose name still escaped him, but hey! At least he didn't backwash out his nose!
Terri x Kurai: "Aw, least you know how to make a girl feel needed." She said with a chuckle. "What about Geri or hell hanging out with Charley could do you some good. And Nadia...? Isn't she still in town?"
Alex Vipond: Alex was wheezing, that was about all the response Terri would get for the moment.
CharIey Rose: Charley looked over at Alex then back to the blonde and raised a brow. "If'n I'm goin' tae drink, I am goin' tae drink. Nae some fruity combinations..."
Imperious Venus: A slow creep of transitioned gaze befell Alex momentarily at his almost sort of fit, a halfway apologetic yet all at once mischievous look given. Smoldering was what it became as she took the cherry from her drink and practically molested it with her tongue before swallowing it whole. "Tell me my dear lass, what do you know of the tale of caribou lou"?... She waggled her brow and slid the drink towards her. "Makes for a powerful drink too" She chortled at that. It was true. A pint glass could turn easily into three, but the creep factor? more than that and even the hardest of drinkers would be feeling a little... woozy. Hell it took her a hint more than most, but it was a rare thing that she enjoyed among other powerful yet tasty beverages when looking to get a little dirty.
Terri x Kurai: "Did you call at a bad time or what's going on over there? If it's something I'm better not knowing about then don't tell me."
Alex Vipond: "No, no.... Just some unexpected shenanigans... Hey, text me your flight number and arrival time and I'll pick you up and we'll do lunch, or dinner or whatever meal coincides with your arrival? Sound like a plan?"
Terri x Kurai: "Yeah, sure. Not sure if I'll be alone or not, but I'll text you to let you know when I know regardless." She sat up, leaning back against the couch with an arm crossed over her stomach. "Stay out of trouble, Alex." Icy blues shifted to the screen with flights and times listed.
CharIey Rose: Depends on who she was looking to get 'dirty' with since if Charley passed out again... she could be a killjoy even though it wasn't intentionally. "Nae much..." She admitted, eying the glass skeptically. "What be in it?"
Imperious Venus: "Pure deliciousness". She smiled sweetly. Well it was after all the truth. Though that truth was also subjective to one's definitions of what constituted 'pure deliciousness' and all of that jazz. What! It was! It was so wicked one could just barely make out the 151 and stuff! It tasted like a dream come true! Though... like all good things, and more things that tasted that good... was it too good to be true? She'd wave at Alex with a slight waggle of finger-tips with her right hand while her left was stuffed into blue jeans pocket. "Hmmm."
Alex Vipond: "I will do that." As best he could, at any rate. Whoever she brought with, would be welcomed. "I'll make sure to drive the Benz, just in case the added seating is needed. See you soon." He smiled and hit end, then looked between Charley and ... "I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten your name."
CharIey Rose: Charley still eyed the glass apprehensively, but would give it a gentle push back to the blonde. "Nae... thank yeh anyway..." Hard lesson learned - sometimes the fruitier the drink, the harder it was because the fruit juice covered up the strength of the alcohol so that it operated like a - for lack of a better term - ninja.
Imperious Venus: Peer pressure fail. Sadness level 9000. More for her! Lore shrugged with a smile. "Try it sometime else then. You might like it"... She took it up and drank a few slow sips down herself as Alex finally got off the phone. Did she have some sort of incredulous look about her? No. She was actually if anything, just a hint, amused by the vampires apparent lack of recall. "Oh me?” She smirked and set her drink aside. "I'm just your selfie stalker"... Her smirk did widen a touch. It had only been the one right? The one Selfie? That he knew about.
Alex Vipond: "I'm usually better with names, so I do apologize." He nodded to her and then lifted his scotch, taking a sip, before setting the glass back down. He looked at Charley. "Terri will be flying in .... I presume tomorrow? She's going to text me the details."
CharIey Rose: "Maybe another time, aye..." She replied with a nod, taking another drink of her Guinness - yes, she knew it was Irish and she was Scottish, but who cared? Listening between the two, she couldn't help a strange look to be given toward the blonde with a brow raise. Selfie stalker? That sounded creepy as hell. Blinking, hearing Terri's name, Charley looked back to Alex and gave a sigh of relief. "Tha' is a hard woman tae get a hold of." She said, giving a shake of her head.
Alex Vipond: "Really?" Alex gave her a dead pan look. "All I did was call."
CharIey Rose: "Maybe she donnae have my number so doesnae answer?"
Alex Vipond: "Possible. I can text it to her." Pulling his phone, he pulled Charley up in his contacts first to get the number, and then he fired it off in a text to Terri. "There, now she has it."
Imperious Venus: "Lore"... She said, then went about crushing the mostly full pint of caribou lou like it was her job. Refreshing! Of course the bartender was looking at her like she was fucking insane. Why she was still upright, seated with perfect posture, able to compose coherent speech, not all googly eyed, and still yet very much clothed. For her size? The two drinks she'd just slammed like a god-damn champion should have utterly wrecked her shit. "Blowjob"?... She asked, glancing between 'red' who smelled of lavender and Mr. Alex Vipond. "Get us a tray of blowjob shots"... She'd apparently made the executive decision there right? Of course she would not pressure anyone to do anything. Of course not.She'd drink them all herself in a to go 'sippy' cup of sorts if it came down to it! She always did enjoy a good traveler!
Alex Vipond: "No thanks, I've got that covered." Damned if he didn't. His lips twitched upward and he buried the expression with a sip of his drink, before shaking another smoke from the pack to light it up.
ObsidianAsp: Of all places... Helena had sought out a certain vampire. She had her own club she could be secreted away but for this night she head out into the town in the murdered out Lamborghini Veneno only to roll up and park. She could have easily taken to the shadows to will herself from one place to another, but that required calling upon a greater power which she rather not. No need to bring attention upon herself. Considering the information she had been receiving about a certain sibling that is. So, in walked Helena. For once, the woman was not in a dress or skirt. Though she was in some fashionable fitted leggings, killer heels with crimson trim. A loose low slung silk blouse that was barely held on by the strap that was tied about her slender neck, backless revealing the pale smooth of flesh. A brow rose as she took in the sights of those at the bar as she approached in that near dangerous smooth gait that only one of her kindred could pull off.
Rissatopia: Arissia prowled inside because the usual suspects most often congregated here --- well here, and at that park. The handbag slung over the bend of skinny arm cost more than most people paid in rent but otherwise she was slumming. So. Anyway. Yoga pants (not that she ever did fucking yoga in her life -- she did however, take naps) and a sweatshirt that kept wanting to dip off one shoulder. Serene smile given to the faces she recognized before she stopped and glanced off at nothing as if trying to remember something.
CharIey Rose: Charley looked between the blonde and Alex again before killing the rest of her beer and standing up - no sliding needed for this Ms five foot ten. "I better get tae trekkin' it." Charley said - looking up as another woman and Rissa came in. Well, her seat was open now to whomever snagged it. "Next time yeh go tae Miami, yeh bet'er take me with yeh." Charley joked, giving the fae a light pat on the shoulder before heading out.
Imperious Venus: She'd just about been ready to ask the bartender for an overgrown styrene sippy cup for all of those shots, that apparently only she would be guzzling, when in walked in fun. Well for surely! One she suspected well enough to be fun, and the other she was almost as certain in of. She had the look. She had the moves. Lore double fisted a few shots.
Alex Vipond: Wait, what? Trekking? Was she fucking walking? Helena's arrival brought Alex's gaze back around, and he nodded to her, hand extended to take hers, a press of cheek to her own as his fingertips grazed the inside of her wrist in acknowledgment of the blood. "Helena, it's good to see you. Won't you join us...." And then there was Rissy, and Alex's smile was instantaneous. "Hey, you. How are you?" They still had some Fleetwood Mac to do.
Imperious Venus: The little secret vampire mafia handshake thing had been duly noted. Oh? She totally knew about that shit, though just eyed the two as if she was bluntly curious. The look was a sly little look, busybody type, as if she wondered if those two 'got down.
ObsidianAsp: Greeting Alex much in the same. She pressed a kiss to his cheek though cause he was one of the few she actually liked. Attention went to the blonde briefly and then to Rissa. She had a distinct smell of dancing sugar plums. "Only for a little bit, Alex." She thanked him for the request. " Sabby has not been about?" She knew the answer, but she would detect truth and lies from the notable friend.
Rissatopia: Well, she finally remembered what caused her to stop suddenly and appear to be in deep thought. "Freedom -- that was the George Michael song I loved so much." Not that anyone had asked? But she'd been trying to recall at three in the morning and it just now came to her. If she could figure out that iTunes shit on her phone, she'd buy it. Looking up, she smiled at Alexandre --- nose crinkling with the dorko grin, smile given to the Blonde and the Slinky Chick. God, she loved pretty people and all three of them were sublime. "Hi! I'm good! How is everyone?" She was already wandering over to pound shots with Goldilocks the stalker from the other night. Hand out for a glass.
Imperious Venus: She restrained the grin that came with the confirmation. Rissa would be handed not one, but two shots from the tray, as a momentary spark of something bordering on relief flashed within Lore's jade green gaze. "Much better now that I've a drinking partner"... "Mr. Alex here is apparently too fancy schmancy with his scotch, all refined and dapper, for a blowjob"... She'd chortle a bit, glancing at the man and the other blondilox in the room. Well there were other blondes there, but aside herself of course... the vampire was the only other she'd might think to devour once the proper level of being... amy winehouse wasted took proper hold. She took one, two, three shots! Muah ha ha!
Alex Vipond: "Not in the last week." Alex looked from Helena to Rissy. "Arissia, this is Helena, and you remember Lore from the park, yes?" He looked back at Lore. "I am a man of simple tastes. I like my booze neat." And his women naked, but that was another matter entirely. Alex looked back at Rissy and smiled. She was the soothing balm, the fun times, the gossip girl, the end all be all of cake and conspiracy.
ObsidianAsp: Hazels turned their attention upon the women that Alex introduced her to. A small smile pulled at her lips. " Pleasure. " Softly. She would regard each in turn til she returned her attention to Alex. " If you do, please let me know" Quietly. There was no urgency to her voice just a request.
Rissatopia: And she practically missed Miss Charley as the hottie left. She smiled, happy to drag Charley Rose to Miami (or Madrid, London, whatever) anytime. But right now, she had two shots in her hands. "Merci," she murmured at Lore, a blushy grin threatening to tug the corner of baby doll mouth. Gray gaze went to Helena. She grinned at her as if they'd been friends their whole lives --- sorry, she really could not help herself. She then contented herself to partying with Lore and BJ drinks. "He always drinks that. I like vodka. Just. Vodka." But she was not picky apparently!
Imperious Venus: Gluttony could be a virtue, who knew? Lore was apparently in the mood to tend to her inner lush bucket. She'd taken up shot after shot until both pint glasses, then before the added copious BJ shots only ice, were full to the brim with BJ. She'd hand one to Rissa, already missing the 151 pineapple infusion of Caribou Lou. The night was yet young. "I can appreciate that. After all we like what we like, but one should try new things"... "Spice of life and all that good shit"... She sort of smirked and immediately went about destroying her drink. Jesus Christ did she have a hidden blowhole somewhere? Nah. She was just pro like that, could hold her breath or something. Some neato trick surely. "Fuck. Yes"... She slid the empty glass aside and would study how Rissa received and dominated her drink, or not. For those with the sensory capacity to detect such hints of preternaturally inclined shenanigans? The scent of Lore's very faint trace of Dior would become adulterated with something that was teasing, pleasing, and utterly fucking insidious in how infectious it rapidly became. The scent of her justified the existence of the word aroma. Honey, sugar, spice, and all things nice? Wouldn’t justify the scent of her. A hint. A hint that did not sing a hint of the relative 'octave' of the power hidden away in the blood of that little witch. A slip? Or a lure.
Alex Vipond: "I will definitely let him know." How aware Helena was of Sebastian's recent... issues remained to be seen but it was not a topic to be held here. "You've not had any word from him?" He glanced then to Lore, and yes, he knew scents and the way they worked. His own was something that tended to act as a pied piper to already besotted fans. To put it bluntly, the man smelled of sex. That underlying aroma, that scent of sexual attraction. Tossing cologne on top of it rather than disguising it, tended to make it more pronounced. He'd learned long ago that pure soap and water was the better way to go.
ObsidianAsp: "None." Was her only response. Hazels settling upon Lore. The woman was attractive, alluring and seductive in a rather subtle and yet not so subtle way. Though, Helena had other plans for this night. "And the sands of time is spilling. "Quietly. She would offer a hint of a smile to Alex. "Til next time." A fleeting touch to his forearm with fingertips and she was soon making her way out of the billiards just as smooth as she had entered.
Rissatopia: Lore was shoving drinks at her at a speed that'd kill any Navy Seal. One of her (not so) finer moments coming up, she set her handbag down and snagged the hair elastic from her wrist, slapping her hair up in a sloppy bun. Bending over just slightly from skinny waist, she opened her mouth wide and ---- ah shit, she heard Alexandre and stopped short. Thank goodness she heard and stopped herself, she totally didn't wanna be the thick taking a BJ in the traditional way when they were speaking about Sebastard, who she was also worried about.
Imperious Venus: Urgency! She could practically smell it on the conversation between Helena and Alex no matter that it, at best, to most, might have been ambiguous enough. Keywords few enough alone. Nobody knows the troubles I've seen! Nobody knows my! Oh! She spied an errant starburst in Rissa's purse and did move in like a fucking hawk to snatch it.
Imperious Venus: ( -.- all your candy are belong to us)
Rissatopia: It was a lemon one. Ew.
Alex Vipond: And just where and how was that shot being taken? Generally it was done from a man's lap... or at least that was how they did it in Lauderdale. They'd have to try this blow job thing again, later. When he could do something about it. Alex smiled at Helena, a kiss pressed to her cheek before she made her way out. She was always a class act that one. Her and Sebastian were like night and day. Helena refined, Sebastian the college frat boy on a bender. In Vegas. Just saying.
Rissatopia: You could t o t a l l y take it from a bar top! Alexandre just wanted someone's face in his lap! Onto him. Got his number. Serene gaze watching him as he walked the blonde out, she lifted her shot glass demurely and sipped. A Fae on damned good behavior now.
Imperious Venus: Sadness level +10000 upon chewing the lemon starburst, though she ate it anyway, watching Helena's juiciness depart. There was a distinct moment of creep eye there. "I get the distinct impression that I'm being punished"... She said, momentarily pausing the chewing of the starburst. "You leave the lemon ones intentionally don't you"... She swallowed the small mass whole then.
Alex Vipond: Alex settled back in, drink taken up and he chuckled. "There's nothing wrong with lemon." He looked at Rissy. "You're just flavorist." Was that a word? if not, it should be.
Rissatopia: Her head lowered back, chortling at Lore. Setting her drink down, she went fishing in her handbag and produced the bag of g o o d Starburst, all of the lemon variety already removed. "I do." Totally did it on purpose. But she was totally down for sharing. Easy sunshine smile given to Alexandre, she was about to reply but something in her currents shifted -- an axis all fucked up somewhere. Senses pricked and heightened, she craned her neck and looked to the door like a little cobra, brows lifted in some marginal show of alarm.
Alex Vipond: Alex looked from Rissy to the door and back, his hand moving to the small of her back as he shifted her to his other side. "What's wrong?"
Rissatopia: "Huh?" It took her a full...one-hundred-twenty-seconds to realize someone spoke to her. She glanced quickly at Alexandre with a dazed smile and forced her features into the sunny nose-crinkle grin. "Nothing!" All was peachy.
Imperious Venus: "Jumpy much?" Lore smiled sweet as could be, glancing over her shoulder at the door, slapped down the requisite bills and then some from a wad of cash taken from her front left bluejean pocket onto the bar. "Off to get deeply white girl wasted I go...” She'd lean over the bar, taking a pen from a cup, and then wrote her number on the starburst wrapper she'd left on the bar. "If you want to join...” Open invitation for either of them, the wrapper was left on the bar. Then? She'd pluck a few starburst from Rissa's offered bag, offer a light goosing of that Fae butt, kiss Alex on the cheek, and be gone. There was even a slight wobble in her step for effect as she'd for and out the door.
Alex Vipond: Alex watched her go and then looked back at Rissy. "There's something not quite right about that one." He lifted his glass and drained it, unable to put his finger on it, but the woman was friendly enough. Shaking his head, he slid his glass across to Tom for a refill.
Rissatopia: Goosed, she barely glanced up, gray gaze still trained towards the door. Sometimes the currents were so stunning that she was surprised nobody else was feeling it -- of course they wouldn't unless they were Fae folk. Taking the wrapper finally with the phone number on it, she dropped it onto bottomless handbag and turned serene gaze to Alexandre. "She is definitely peculiar." A pause. "I'm sorry there is no word about Sebastian."
Alex Vipond: "Well, hopefully soon, otherwise, I may feel compelled to call in the cavalry." Whoever that might be. He wasn't sure who he could call to try and unfuck a completely fucked situation. "But enough about that," he looked her over, his hand taking hers. "What have you been doing? Anything fun or interesting?"
Rissatopia: "No. Just getting my things packed to flit off to Paris or whatever --- Pompeii maybe." She had a feeling her plans were about to totally change and she'd be in Seattle for a f e w more days. Briefly she tucked her hand to his, squeezing before she let go and backed up three steps. "I should tell you something. Promise not to kill me. No, promise!"
Alex Vipond: Alex chuckled, a smile given her. "How can I ever even consider the possibility? He leaned in and kissed her cheek, then straighted once more. "You know you can tell me anything." He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and then reached for his glass which was, by and large, behind him but he found it unerringly.
Rissatopia: She let go of his hand and backed up three ---t h r e e--- steps anyway. Like a Vampire couldn't easily close the distance if he was pissed? Sometimes (a lot of times) Arissia just didn't think. Hands flung out helplessly. "Calla is here somewhere in the states." Wait. Pause. She grabbed up another of the forgotten BJ shots and killed it quickly. Liquid courage! She plunked the glass down. "And I meant to tell you I swear! It's just...I've been asleep for so long! And... And I try so hard to keep that side and this side separate and she was never supposed to come over here and...And I named her Calla because it means Lovely." Spit it out Arissia. Instead she picked up another shot glass.
Alex Vipond: Alex just stared at her blankly for a long moment, then nodded. "Okay." She was flipping out and he had no clue why. "And it's a very pretty name. I take it she's one of your children." Since she named her, and all that would make sense.
Rissatopia: Why were her kids coming to this side when she had never --not even once-- given them permission to do so? They needed to keep their little Tinkerbell asses on the o t h e r side of the Veil where they were safe. Eventually she was tugged from thoughts of beating Carissa and Calla's asses --- and her gaze went to Alexandre. "She's yours too." See? See the kind of shit that utterly slipped Arissia's mind? This might be when he killed her. But she m e a n t to tell him!
Alex Vipond: Alex just stared at her for a long moment then shook his head. "I'm sorry, what?" He couldn't have heard her right. He was too cold, his balls, were too cold, to make that possible. One hand lifted and dragged through his hair, fussing with it a bit and even as he did so, it hit him. He was warm. Warmer than he remembered being. Not since he was human. Not since the last time... He looked back at Rissy. "Holy fucking shit."
Rissatopia: He w a s sometimes chilly but not often for long when they tangled up like snakes in the grass. Her cheeks burned bright and warm with splashes of strawberry color hitting her complexion and leaving her with sunburn. Sun kiss. "She's...sixteen or seventeen? Something like that? She doesn't look anything like either of us. She looks like my Greek grandmother -- before old age." Thankfully. The kid coulda been named Santorini. He didn't seem livid at least and she was so grateful for that. "It was that time in Prague." Or. She coulda just named the girl Prague.
Alex Vipond: Time on the other side moved differently, Alex was aware of that, but Rissy would have had to have gotten pregnant just weeks after they... "Holy shit." He knew he ran warmer, more normal with her in his life, in his bed; her blood coursing through his veins. He didn't think, for a moment, that he could actually knock her up, but then again, all the research done, when trying to find a way... Fae were obviously the natural solution to all the science he'd been looking into. "Oh fuck..." He couldn't tell anyone, not a soul. Not only would it crush Meghan, but he had a paternity suit that laid claim to the fact that he was without the means to make a woman pregnant due to painful condition as an infant in regard to his balls. "Wait.... She's here? Where?" Was that why she'd been looking out the window. Alex looked as well, though he didn't see anyone.
Rissatopia: "I don't know. She's probably already joined at the hip with Carissa. They're bad." If Arissia said someone was b a d, it probably meant they were a fucking menace --- but in the cutest sugary way. She'd felt her baby's arrival, thus that looking out the window she'd been doing earlier, and seeming dazed. Neither kidlet was supposed to be here but you know those trickster faery types, they tended to do w h a t e v e r the fuck they wanted to do. Obviously Calla got that from her father since Arissia a l w a y s played by the rules ---- right? Crickets... "I'll find her and send her to you tomorrow if you like." After she got the fly swatter on her for coming over here, of course.
Alex Vipond: "Wait, what? You won't be there?" Was that a note of panic. "I mean of course I want to see her, but..." By himself? "I mean, what's she gonna think?" Of him, of his life of his ways.... "What if she doesn't like me?"
Rissatopia: "Why wouldn't she like you? She knows a lot about you, don't be silly, Alexandre --- she.... She plays the harp, and the flute. Who do you think she got that from?" Uhm, here's a hint, she didn't get it from Arissia.
Alex Vipond: "She's into music?" he smiled, then leaned back once more, hand going out to pluck up his glass and drain it, before he slid it over to Tom for a refill. "I can show her the studio, she'd like that, yes?"
Rissatopia: "Of course she would." Chortling, she drifted back to him in long legged wandering, and slid her arms right on up and around his neck uninvited, ready or not. "Stop worrying. How could anyone not adore you?" And she should know, he'd been her Achilles Heel for a century.
Alex Vipond: Alex slipped his arms around her, holding her close. "Jesus, Rissy." He searched her eyes, a smile touching his lips. "We have a child." HIs arms tightened around her and he held her close, burying his face in her hair and inhaling her scent.
Rissatopia: The corner of her mouth turned up, that mouth like a plum threatening to turn into an utterly sweet-rotten grin. Easily she pussycatt'd up to him, careless for a moment of the rumors and TMZ. "Mhm." They most certainly did have a kiddo, one who played the harp and didn't look a lick like either of them. He felt good, familiar and strong and since he was inhaling, she smelled j u s t like honeysuckle & sugar, pulse going nutty since he was near. God he felt good! She plunked her cheek to his chest and selfishly hoarded the moment snug against him.
Alex Vipond: "We made.... a baby. And she grew up to be a musician." He laughed and then cupped her face between his hands, his lips taking hers and keeping them for a desperately long moment before lifting his head and looking into her eyes. "Tomorrow. I meet my daughter. Calla?" It was a beautiful name.
Rissatopia: "We did." She kinda grinned finally, the warm blush again kissing her features as their mouths touched. Sweetly she kissed him, always down for kissing with Alexandre. Serene gaze finding his, she nodded. "Tomorrow." Pause. "I can come if you like." But she'd just be in the way, both of them leaning on her as an ice breaker and buffer! These two Viponds needed to meet for themselves. "I'll make sure her rotten ass is at your studio without Carissa or Briar or Bitsy. ----- Briar is her fox, Bitsy is her baby lamb." Oh. That reminded her. She may as well warn him now. "About that. If she has a stuffed animal, it's Briar or Bitsy."
Alex Vipond: "She's how old?" For a moment Alex had thought she meant live animals, and whereas the lamb might be gotten away with, the fox would likely not get on with the cats. "Stuffed animals? Not live ones?" He was thinking teen, was she a tween? A slightly more than toddler, but not quite middle school?
Rissatopia: "She's sixteen or so?" Age meant ....so little...on the other side, she lost track. Her own kids probably had no concrete idea of their own ages. Come to think of it, Arissia had no idea how old she herself was. "They are stuffed animals...over here. They are real friends over there." It was hard to explain and she sounded nuts? So she stopped. Suffice to say, she would warn Calla not to be taking either critter to her father's home or studio --- or anywhere over h e r e actually.