Étienne Canet

Catching the spark of intrigue in his gaze, she let out a low laugh. “Hold your horses, cowboy.” Barely a day into the weekend, and it was already turning into something far beyond what she’d expected. “Let’s just say I don’t mind breaking a few rules here and there—but I’m not nearly drunk or stupid enough to play with the devil.”

"That depends on who or what you consider to be the devil." Étienne circled his drink as he kept his eyes on the woman. Yes, she knew what it was, but then her social standing was different. Maybe for one night, he could ignore the voice in his head.

"I'm intrigued though, that are those rules you've broken before."

Carefully glanced around, checking they where safe from not having too many on lookers. Pulling out her compact mirror she balanced it on her knee, and created a neat line of her white snow comfort. She wore the coke necklace that Olivier had gifted her, held to her nose and sniffed the line."

"I haven't consumed enough to relax yet, my bathroom is bigger than these fucking tents, and cleaner. Jean better not snore, or i may end up smothering him in his sleep."

"My job didn't follow me to this weekend, everyone went batshit crazy for the bags and smoke before i even left the house to get here. Plus, there is too many Ruther-rats and Russians hanging out. Can't be too careful, and I can't exactly get caught dealing when they're live streaming half out it. It isn't like we're going to be surrounded by people we trust the entire weekend." She pulled out a joint that she had tactfully tucked into one of her socks and tucked it before he, unsure if there would be a search of her belongings are they arrived. Once she was in, she knew she'd be safer to light up away from the streaming.

It didn't take long for the hit to strike, and she instantly felt more at ease." At least my camp partner is decent, I'll give them that. I'm never camping again though. "

"Alright, alright, calm down, Fee. You're never going to relax like this."

The Frenchman took a sip of his drink, before reaching his hand out to her. "Come on, let's take a stroll and see what's good. Get you to loosen up a bit."

And it was Étienne's revelation about Acid that had him barking a laugh. He thought back to the Smoke 'N' Mirror days, when they'd spent more time snorting and watching dancers than anything else. "Let's start with snow, but you'll find me at one with the world in a few hours. I can promise you that."

Maybe everyone just needed some MD, and world peace would be initiated.

He fell asleep by the fire.

"Tell me that's coffee." He said, as he slowly got up from the ground , cleaning off the dirt off of his shoulder. "Don't ask me. I was talking to someone, and I remember them offering me a threesome in their tent, but they wanted a chase game... I'm too old for this shit."

"Well, I'm the one with the drinks, and you're the one with the company, so I suppose you better start proving you're good company and I haven't been conned."

"Brought a flask, huh? I'm sure my husband owns one, but I didn't even think to look. But my friend in the more priveledged tent is supplying me with drinks so...can't complain."

She took a second before asking him, "You alright? You seem a bit stressed."

"I'm glad." He said, offering her a small, polite smile. "Well, for the likes of the lesser tents, it is all about making connections." And Elaina could be less stingy, less bossy about it.

"Just settling in. How about yourself?"

"The rules are simple. If you're a fucking pussy - you get the fuck out or I'm going to kick you out. This is a game for grownups only. So if you're coming in here with some morals or other shit like that - you also leave." Adriana smiled at the group gathered.

"Ladies and Gents, please leave your alliances behind because I've declared this no-man's-land."

"To being, I dare you to take a shot..." She paused, shaking her finger." But you have to pour it out on their chest and lick it all up."

It was all fun and games while she watched, laughed, and drank with everyone. But when the dare landed on her—that dare—her smile wavered for just a moment.

"Oh, what the hell." She stood, mentally playing a quick round of Eeny, meeny, miny, moe among the circle of players until she settled on her target. Before she could second-guess herself, she cupped Etienne’s face, pulled him close, and kissed him—a proper, drawn-out kiss that could easily pass as a make-out—before pulling away.

“Alright, moving on—your turn. Give the person on your right a sexy lap dance. And make it spicy!”

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Enough to pull her back for a second one. "That ended a little too soon." He smirked, before letting her go with a light tap on her ass.

But alas, the dare ended on him and Étienne was in the mood enough to just try something. Spotting Catalina, one of Lara's close things, he pointed at her. "May I please have your hand?" He asked as he took it and pulled her to the middle. ( @catalina--rojas )

Now, Étienne was certainly not a dancer, but he had some moved up his sleeve. Pulling the woman in close, he started to dance with her, the way people in Cuba danced in clubs. Dirty dancing, they called it? He put his hands on her hips, pulling her in close, moving along with her before dipping her.

"Thank you for you assistance." He grinned.

"Alright. I dare the next person to fake an orgasm to two people you'd like to share a tent with on the third night."

Well, shit. The higher he was going to get, the more fucked up this was going to be. Maybe fun, too? But...

Better to avoid.

A morbid thought, and Gianna didn't want to expect the worst after previous events she'd attended, but one it'd be foolish to ignore with Russians there.

"How about let's be overachievers and do both. I'm from the right side of the tracks," she said, nudging her head in the direction of the 'rich' side of the camp. "Come on, I'm in the charity spirit. Can't have a man with an empty hip flask. Drinks are on me."

"Ah, you are a woman after my own heart." He smirked. "Well, my lady, my saviour?" He offered her his arm and started to lead the way. "Whilst you're doing something for me, how can I offer myself for you?"

"Well, here I am, sitting and chatting with you, so clearly, I am going against any rules I'd ever had for myself – so, who knows."

Besides, he knew because he had those animalistic tendencies all the same when angered.

"Well, well, well." He grinned at her. "Now, not all rule breaks are bad." This was new, and he was intrigued. "Whatever happens during the camping, at the camp?"

Of course, she was grateful she had a camp buddy that she could stand rather than someone she'd like to throttle. Not everyone had been so lucky.

It didn't take long for her to spot a familiar face, and Etienne just happened to be the first one she came across. She made her way over, joining him at his side.

She let out a frustated grunt "Minus the shit show this whole thing has turned out to be already. Some of the pairings are seriously fucked up, and I have to to the in fucking peasant tents."

"Please tell you have plenty more where that came from?" she sighed. "I do not have enough dubes to last me the weekend, and there is no way in hell I'm surviving in that piece of shit without some for of liquid courage."

How very charitable of everyone.

"Your job is to push that stuff around and yet you didn't bring enough to last the whole weekend?" Étienne chuckled at her, taking out his bag and passing it to her. "I expected better from you. What's got your head so out of it?"

There was no malice in her tone. Taking a sip through her straw from the drink she’d secured thanks to her fortunate connections in the estate’s finer quarters, Lyudmila donned an expression of perfect innocence.

“You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself much.”

After taking a sip of his drink, the Frenchman indicated for her to sit next to him, if she wished.

"That;s only because it is still early, trust me. There's much fun to have. And how about yourself? What kind of fun are you in for?"

"Shouldn't the rest of us be asking you that?"

Except for Lisette, because she would probably have some kind of reaction.

"I'd offer you a drink, but I'm a little low, so how about my company instead?"

He waited with baited breath for Etienne's response.

Étienne rubbed his eyes for a moment, just in case Olivier had actually slipped some of his LSD into his drink and now he was actually seeing things. But no, it was still there once he opened his eyes once more.

"I'm too sober for this shit." He muttered under his breath. "Yes, yes, I'm fine. Go... Go somewhere else. Thank you for your concern."

He had prospects, a daughter, and a potential job a life time.

The thing he wanted most in the fucking world. And he was going to get it. That was his mentality now...there was not a world for fuck ups, only progression. Maybe that's why his relationships had been less strained, easier to mantain. He wasn't constantly waiting for his missstep, or trying to pre-empt it. "I'll do it." that was all he needed to say, no elaborations required.

However, even for a man who'd worked on himself, he couldn't stop how he stilled hoped that she was okay...that he might one day get some sort of chance to redeem himself, somehow. "Snow, I've got. Weed, check...and LSD." he smirked. "What's your poison of choice? Still snow?"

Just in case.

"Just snow and stolen alcohol. For me, this is not the place to take acid. Actually, acid is never the answer to anything when it comes to me." Weed he could do, but even his anger management therapist said he should avoid psychedelics. And he meant to.