Huge Bitch (bluh bluh)

Creeping worries about whether or not this would prove satisfactory to her enigmatic friend were washed warmly away as she caught that ice melting smile. Anxiety replaced by that bubbly giddiness Sn0w so easily incited, Priscilla sat herself on the large mat, pouring out two drinks to distract her hands.

“Only the best, of course”

“I have some friends… It is not right for a lady to reveal all of her secrets, hm?” She extended her hand, offering one of the bubbling flute glasses.  

      “Oh, I’d know all about a lady’s secrets. You feel        free to keep those lips zipped, then...at least for        now.”

You give a soft chuckle as you accept the glass from her outstretched hand. You’ll end up prying everything from her later, anyways -- one way or another. Oh, dear, you’re starting to sound a bit like a mobster to yourself again. With a quick shake of your head, you clear your head of any thoughts inappropriate for idle company.

Sitting down next to her, you give yet another small sigh and take a sip from the glass (widening your eyes a little in surprised appreciation). The fireworks continued to go off, lighting up the ‘picnic’ occasionally with bright colors.

      “Pretty romantic of you, isn’t this? You got        ulterior motives here, babe?”

sinklast

“Ahh, I hope this is okay…”

After a short journey through the park, she had guided her companion to a small clearing in the trees. A blanket lay spread across the grass, faintly lit by a smattering of candles. Two glasses, and a couple of bottles. She waved her hand over the nearer flames, casting a blurring field of refraction that caused them to dance and sparkle.

“It is not much… But I am glad thou wished to accompany me. There art supposed to be-” She was silenced as bursts of light and sound started to bloom in the sky. “Fireworks.”

You gave a slight sigh -- a sound of contentment -- and offer the girl a comforting (if slightly sly) smile out of the corner of your eye. Priscilla. What a silly girl -- what a sweetheart. And, honestly; who else would go so far out of their way to set up something so adorable and still manage to act so nervous about it?

Looking up at the sudden flash of light, the smile (which is mostly in your eyes now) on your face grows just slightly.

      “Well, you sure pulled out all the stops.        Who’d you have to bribe for the fireworks?”

“Oh? Well, I have only ever had the one name… I think if it is a name thou enjoy, thou should be free to use it. I like Sn0w. O-oh, thank thee…”

This woman was awfully adept at making her blush. But, she didn’t even mind it, it was only nice things she was saying. Priscilla reached over to touch the woman’s arm lightly as the smile came back to her face. “I am not afraid of thee.”

She smiled even wider when the woman made a satisfied noise after her drink. She joined her in downing a considerable portion of her pitcher “Yes! Is it not a divine nectar? Ahh, yes! You may call me Pris! That is what mine-” Ahh, but that wasn’t something she couldn’t just brush under a giggle.

“I-ahh, w-well. Thou does not taste so bad thineself…” Smooth. Though it came with another barrage of compliments, she was happy the conversation moved at first, but now she was at an equally embarrassed position. This woman was being so nice to her… It made her feel… It made her feel how she did back in the castle all those years ago. 

“I… I am not so special… Let alone perfect. Truthfully, I am amazed one as beautiful and fun as thineself deigns to spend her time with me…

…Not that I regret it..! I would very much like to continue spending time with thee.” Was she babbling? Gods. She took another swig of her drink and smiled

“So I may not be the perfect girl, but I am more than willing to try and help thee think so.” She looked off to the side. She didn’t want to be plagued with doubt, this night was going to well. So she did the first thing that came into her mind.

She leaned in closer to Sn0w and pressed her lips lightly against hers.

I am not afraid of thee.

What even were those words? Words you couldn’t ever have expected to hear. First you were a queen, then you were an exile, and then you became Sn0wman, the most terrifying member of a gang of already-terrifying mobsters. One way or another, you were something to be scared of. For your wrath, or your vengeance, of your simple existence, you were a threat -- the power of fear allowed you to hold sway over countless people.

And now, not only have you been lowered to a level where you’ve become entirely insignificant to anyone, but you also aren’t even anything to be scared of anymore. What are you, then? You remain silent through her statements, a slow sense of dread creeping into your joints. Oh, god, what are you? What have you become, what have you lowered yourself to? One moment, you felt like a queen, and the next, you feel...

...you feel like you’re being kissed again.

Whatever inhibitions you had earlier melt away with the moisture of her lips, and you feel the heavy bubble in your chest rise up to your throat, and as the two of you separate, your eyes well up with blue liquid, an ephemeral blue which looks like it came leaking out of a cracked 8-ball. You collapse your face into your hands, and as a deep sob wracks your body, you just let yourself go. The blue tears drip through your fingers and land on the table around your drink.

      “Ohh, god. Oh, dear goodness...I’m so        embarrassed...I must look like a complete        mess right now, I’m dreadfully sorry, I just...”

You babble through your sobbing, trying to save at least a little bit of face. It won’t do you any good, of course. You’re already lost in it all. It’s the sense of confusion, the sense of helplessness, and the sense that suddenly, you’ve been approached by an angel -- a spirit who is giving you some sort of second chance, something you never thought would be offered to you.

As your tears die down, you sniffle and attempt to wipe out your eyes with a cloth napkin.

      “I’m th-thankful, really -- I just...I’m used        to being a certain person, and I feel like        ...god, I think it’s been so long that I’ve        started to lose track...”

You giggle self-consciously as you wipe away your tears, though your eyes are still squinted from the sting of the blue liquid. In a final attempt to save your appearance, you attempt a teasing grin. It ends up looking (and feeling) a bit wobbly.

It was with a wide smile and joyous eyes that she followed her to the bar. There was definitely an air of… Refinement, about her. A mysterious and alluring class. It made her feel special, she really did want to spend time with her. Coming to this place had been an excellent idea. 

She smiled wider still as ruby shadowed her cheeks at the quick compliment, and she happily took the pitcher that the bartender mixed her cocktail into.

“Thank thee! It is the perfect fit!” He seemed pleased with himself, anyway.

Emerald eyes turned back to the most interesting woman in the room as her hand rested on her arm. She liked the sensation of her fingers. They were hard, but it was reassuring. Priscilla glances around, and deeming their current location not quite appropriate, she took the hand of her newest friend and led her to a table near the end of the bar. She held her hand until she sat, then continued to hold it as she sat herself cross legged on the ground beside her.

“Sn0w! That is a pretty name! Thou art very pretty. That is to say! I believe it suits thee… I am having a lot of fun! Thank thee for spending this time with me.” She paused to take a sip from her considerable plastic jug. 

“Ahh! Ambrosia. Dost thou like it?” She inched herself a little closer to Sn0wman and the table.  

You feel like a queen again.

That’s the simplest, most direct way of putting it. Right now, you feel just like royalty, a feeling you haven’t had for a long, long time. In the Felt, you were nothing more than a member of the gang -- a member feared and respected by the rest of the group, perhaps, but still just another member. You never went out with any of them (and you didn’t really want to, either, though Crowbar was kind of cute) and you certainly didn’t get any ‘royal treatment.’

So, basically, seeing this girl’s eyes, trained on you with near-adoring luster, makes you feel a strange joy you hadn’t even realized you missed this much. And you can’t help but smile, your eyes dropping to your drink.

      “I can’t really say it’s my real name, but then        again, I think my real name’s irrelevant by this        point. And it’s not even close to being as pretty        as a name like Priscilla. I think my name was        chosen more to inspire fear than anything else.”

You softly snort and raise your glass to your lips, taking a long drink, longer than anyone should drink an alcoholic beverage. It doesn’t matter -- this tastes good, and you need to snap out of the bout of bitterness your thoughts suddenly sent you on. When you put the glass down, you’re more relaxed. Just breathe, Sn0wman.

      “It’s good! You’ve got good taste, Pris, darling        -- you don’t mind if I call you Pris, right? Heheh        ...don’t taste as good as kissing you, though.”

Ah, you can’t help it. With a wink, you tease he just a little more -- you just adore her blushing face.

      “I might be wrong here, but something tells me you’re no Mundy,” Mary tapped her chin as she cast one of the strangest strangers she’d ever met an unabashed stare. “You don’t look like any Fables I’ve seen before either, so what exactly are you? Oh god, don’t tell me this is what people actually look like here,” she crossed her arms with a heavy sigh and a frustrated shake of her head. How was she supposed to keep up with all these weird fashion trends or whatever you’d call what this chick had going on? “And here I was, hoping to get by with jeans and a t-shirt.”

With a glance at the woman, you take one final inhale through your cigarette holder, then, with a movement bordering on unconscious, put it out on the nearby wall. Scraping the cigarette across the surface leaves a few small marks, but you don’t care.

      “Hmm. No, I think you’ll be fine, babe. I’ve        found I’m a bit anachronistic with fashion        around these parts -- I’ve seen many more        people lately looking like you than like me.”

Taking a box of cigarettes out of your inside jacket pocket with clawed fingers, you gently ease one onto the holder, all the while keeping your pale eyes -- the only visible feature of your body in this lighting -- on the woman. A flash from you lighter momentarily illuminates a portion of your near-featureless face, then it’s gone.

She was extremely close. Even the potent aromas of the busy room gave way to the alluring spice of the woman; almost smoky, but anything but acrid. It seemed exotic, enticing. She could feel her nose press against the smooth surface of her partner’s face. Surely the heat of her own face would be palpable…

The arm around her neck was comforting, but- oh no she was right; she’d messed it up and acted too forward. Her horned brow creased slightly. She’d spoiled the moment, she’d-

But before the train of thought can continue, she feels her head being pulled forward. She feels her lips press against the others and the anxiety is washed away in an instant. In fact, she was almost in danger of melting. Her heart started to race and her stomach flipped in giddiness. The pressure against her lips sent jolts of excitement coursing down her body, she never wanted it to end. 

But of course, it does. She has no idea how long it’s been; second or minutes, she couldn’t not tell. But when the other parted, her eyes blinked open dreamily above cheeks rapidly approaching crimson. Draconic irises dilated to give her a doe eye’d appearance, and she struggled to find words. Instead she smiles, the joyous look bursted across her face as a giggle escaped her lips. Once more she spun the pair around, before setting her gently back onto the ground.

“Yes! Yes. I like the drinks here! They do big glasses. Mine favourite is the Fuzzy Navel.” She couldn’t help it, and made no effort to conceal her tail wagging to and fro behind her

“Mine name is Priscilla! What is thine..? I am having an amazing time!”

You can’t help but giggle as well as you’re spun around one more time and set down onto the ground. With light hands, you grasp at her own, gently tugging her along with you while maintaining eye contact, a coy look in your white slits. Hook, line, and sinker, it seems. At least, that’s you assuming you’re the one who’s caught the good one.

Maybe you’re the one who’s been caught.

Ah, well. If the girl’s this sweet and her eyes are that pretty, then who cares in the long run, right? A night of fun isn’t going to kill anyone...and heaven knows how long it’s been since you’ve had some proper fun in any shape or form. So you smile back, your lips parting again in a small grin as the two of you make your way to the bar.

Tipping your hat to the bartender, you tap on the bar with a clawed finger, making a distinctive clicking noise on the glass. 

      “Two Fuzzy Navels, if you would, babe. And        one’s for this beautiful young lady, so make        it appropriate, huh?”

A wink and a final tap before you turn back to this ‘Priscilla’ and put a hand to her lower arm -- somehow, it just feels a bit comforting to be able to touch her. Well, she’s introduced herself, so it’s only fair you do the same. You consider for a moment doing one of your usual introductions, but somehow, you get the feeling that name would sound just a bit too cold on your lips for a hot night like this.

So, what the hell.