Rachel Silver

“How could anything be mad at that face?” Phoebe teased, winking at Rachel. Smirking to herself as the brunette finished scanning her items in a hurried pace, she watched intently as Rachel locked eye contact with her and spoke. That earned an impressed look from her, licking her lips as her gaze travelled from her legs to her face before falling back on to her eyes. “As long as you’ll have me. I’m easy to get and hard to handle but I encourage you try.” Phoebe definitely didn’t have any objections to the woman holding her in any sort of way.

Rachel rolled her eyes, but smiled at Phoebe’s teasing, finishing up bagging her items. She blushed as Phoebe’s gaze moved up her body. “I think you’ve already won,” she said, relenting with a light laugh, cheeks pink. In a flirting competition, Rachel clearly was not the master.

“I can think of a couple of ways to test it.”

“Oh, I have no doubt that you can.” 

“Of all the things I’ve said to you that’s the one you’re gonna repeat? I’m disappointed.”

“And here I would never want to disappoint you.” 

Alexa laughed. “I appreciate those points. I tried. It would be safer than the drunken mistakes that could possibly occur kissing randoms all night. Or the fact that said randoms might find you after this and actually want to speak in your direction.” That was the worst when they actually thought there was more to the story than drunken mistakes.

“Yes fortunately, I manage to avoid situations like that.” By not kissing anyone at all really.

“Trying to fight with me when I mean well, darling. I’m only as mean as your little imagination pictures me.”

“You were the one who warned me that you were one of the monsters that go bump in the night.” 

“But that’s the lovely thing my dear, you don’t have to get it yourself when others will do it for you.” Besides, where was the fun in doing everything yourself? That just seemed so silly. 

“I could just as easily ask someone to get me a drink or a snack if that’s what you’re getting at. There’s nothing special I could get with a kiss.” Nothing that she wanted anyway.

Smirking, Meg leant closer to Rachel, lowering her voice to a hushed tone. “Dude, it’s ok. Your secret’s safe with me,” she replied with a wink. “I won’t tell anyone you’re feelin’ a little frisky. Now you go out there and smooch as many folks as you please.”

If not frisky, Rachel was at least feeling playful. So, before Meg pulled away, Rachel leaned even closer and pressed a kiss to Meg’s cheek. She was laughing by the time she stood up again. “Well, let me see,” she said, tapping her own cheek to encourage Meg to turn her head and let Rachel look.

“Funny. It’s almost as if you’ve been doing the exact opposite of what your interests are.”

“I have no idea what you mean by that.” 

“He has to, I mean, they’re so strict on who they’re letting in these days.” she replied with a grin, “I mean, maybe he’s a vampire.”

“It would have to be recent because as good as he looks, he’s still aged. Maybe he’s a witch? Or a wolf? I’d say I need to get close enough to smell him to be certain, but that would be weird.”

“But it’s fun,” he chuckled, “I always know how to make science fun.”

“Yes, by not following the rules, I’m sure. And all science? Geology? Astronomy?” 

“That is certainly something to be thankful for. I would say the next day? I’m just saying if you go out there and dance enough tonight you’ll have burned the same amount of calories.” Pointing out before her finger pointed towards the active dance floor. “No what do they say?” Asking teasingly to Rachel before she stuck her tongue out. “I mean true. If you ever wanted to be kissed though I’m sure you could snap your fingers and about five suitors would appear.” Snapping her fingers as she talked for extra effect. “So did you come with anyone tonight or are you solo? I want you to know either way you still owe me a dance. I’m getting you out on that floor, Rach.”

“That is a good point,” Rachel said, nodding. She did enjoy dancing too, especially when others were and she was less likely to be noticed. When Mara snapped her fingers, Rachel made an exaggerated show of looking around before turning her gaze back to the other wolf, teasingly. She shook her head, but didn’t bother to argue with Mara, knowing it likely wouldn’t do any good. Rachel didn’t want Mara trying to prove her wrong in any case. “I didn’t come with anyone in the way that you mean,” Rachel shrugged. Really, she was only here to make an appearance, chat with a few people, see the beautiful outfits, eat some food, and then perhaps head home. Oh and see the musical performances of course. “You can have as many dances as you want, Mara,” Rachel reassured her. 

“I suppose,” Genevieve replied softly.  She glanced around the room watching people drink and enjoy themselves throughout the evening.  While Genevieve may have felt honoring people could have been done in a more classy way, she was realizing it was best to keep those things to herself.  “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Rachel could tell that Genevieve was not convinced. It didn’t matter, though. The Cresswells had changed a lot over the past year, but not in this respect. And the town was known for its extravagant parties. The memorial was in the name, not necessarily in the actions of the evening. She wasn’t about to try to convince the vampire of that fact, though. “I am,” she nodded. She liked seeing people all dressed up. “Are you?” 

Madge smiled over at the woman, shaking her head as she looked her over. “Oh, I sincerely doubt that, my dear,” she said. “A woman as pretty as you surely must have a dozen.”

“It’s kind of you to say that, but it’s the truth. No modesty, I promise,” she said, laughing a little. 

“Thank you, Rachel. As do you! Are you enjoying your evening so far?”

“Thank you! It has been all right so far. I’m still checking out all the entertainment.”

“We had gotten separated,” Margaret tried to find the words to explain, but feared she may sound crazy. It wasn’t the ideal situation. “It’s a terribly long story, but I have found him.” She nodded, followed by a smile. “You may know him.. Arthur?” She asked the girl cautiously, unknowing of the relationship the two of them had, if any. 

“Well that’s wonderful!” Rachel exclaimed. She did still love a happy ending at heart. It was nice that their extended lifespans allowed for that. “Yes, I know who that is,” she nodded. Rachel and Arthur were not good friends by any means, but she knew who he was at least.

“Wait, you’re not hunting for a date on Valentine’s Day?” Alex looked at her skeptically. “But that’s what every normal single person does. No, c’mon,” she hooked her arm around Rachel’s and pointed to a guy surveying the table of desserts. “He’s cute. I think he’s a werewolf, I’ve seen him around town. He’s tall, too, that’s a thing, right?”

“Don’t people want to have the date before Valentine’s Day?” Rachel asked, ignoring Alex’s comment about ‘every normal single person’. Rachel supposed in that respect she was not normal then. She hadn’t ever been really. “Sounds perfect for you,” she teased.