#ftf:

Sheltering from the drizzle under a small overhang the paramedic hugged her arms around herself and looked around. It was at the edge of the town and she didn't know the area well and shivering as she heard a distant church bells chime midnight she laid her head back against the wall and took several deep breaths as she tried to clear the panic from her mind and think logically. A sudden noise made her jump, "Is someone there?" @h3rtzoom

Avery had to admit, she was glad that she decided to go to Artie’s party. She waved at those who she knew and took a sip of her water, not wanting to drink quite yet. She kept her leather jacket on, not wanting to lose it and glanced around as she spotted the food. “Score.” She murmured as she made a b-line to the table, grabbed a plate and started to add food. She hadn’t eaten anything since she got off of work and she was starving. She moved along after she grabbed some food and found a nice corner to eat her food. 

Once she was done with her food, she headed towards the drinks and grabbed herself a beer. She took a drink as she checked out the party once more, then started to walk further into the place. “Excuse me, can I get by?”

My muse:  Claire

For: Lucas?  Or anyone else who would fit.

Plot: Claire had been working on a deal for weeks and the clients came to see the proposal.  The team seemed happy with it all apart from one who constantly questioned what she was proposing and Claire was confident in her replies. Unknown to anyone else the pair had hooked up several times in the past and it is clear there is still a spark. They stayed behind once everyone had left to sort out the details but they both had other ideas beyond contract negotiations.

“Are you always this impatient?” Claire groaned as her shirt landed on the floor.  She hitched her skirt right up to her waist as she sat on the edge of the board room table, her black silk panties blatantly displayed for him and her matching bra which made it look as if she had actually set out this morning with a plan in mind.  “Don’t think this was for your benefit,” she added as she looked over his face.  “I had no intention of being fucked over the boardroom table this morning when I got dressed.”  

Kicking out her legs she wrapped them around his waist pulling him in closer as her high heels clicked together.  Reaching out one hand she ran her palm across his crotch with a smirk, “Your dick could never resist me.  I bet you’ve spent half the day trying to keep it down!”

Cyrus could openly say that he wasn’t feeling anything at this point. Between smoking & drinking, he was going to have an interesting night & morning. He walked around, taking everything and ignoring the thoughts that threatened to ruin his good time, he took another sip as he stood in one place, close to the party but still having a moment to himself. He looked up at the sky, in awe of it all once he sat down on the ground. “You know, you’re more than welcome to join me.” He glanced at the person and raised his eyebrows.