Penned by Morgan

Her blue eyes rolled at his come back, self-reflection my ass. "I don't listen to you anymore, remember" Her blue eyes followed where his hand landed on the woman... The disrespect "I'm not being rude, I am simply saying what you already know. You know she won't even be a good snack "It was only natural to learn each others taste after so much time spent with each other. When they liked to walk into rooms together and pick people out for one another like they were picking items off a menu. Sure that was pretty dark, but that was a date to Astrid. A fancy date, with a five course meal that ended in a good time. "I don't like you" She didn't, in fact she disliked him the most right now, she hated him. But she wasn't about to let him win, not in front of that. Yet the while interaction happened, her eyes were glued on his "Tell her to leave"

There was a nod of his head, lips forming a small pout at her words. Listen to him? He never made her do anything, he just had not reason not to encourage certain impulses. "Astrid, I am simply sitting here, enjoying a drink and nice conversation with a new friend," he spoke the words casually, trying not to show amusement at the girl's growing confusion over how she tasted. At the words, a hand came to Quinlan's chest in mock hurt. Maybe he shouldn't test Kensley's progeny but maybe, she should learn to control herself. Now that was a thought, wasn't it? "See, now that was awfully rude," he retorted, not even trying to hide the grin on his lips at her command, "Now Astrid, I'm a bit confused. You don't like me, you didn't want to see me here and yet.... you want me alone?" He clicked his tongue and patted the girl on the knee. "Excuse us," he gave her a smirk as he stood and then turn and immediately put his arm around Astrid's shoulders to walk her away from the girl. He brought a finger to his lips, "Oh, I'm sorry, was it actually her you wanted alone and all to yourself?"

After the small bit of commotion Loki may or may not have caused had finally died down, it being a small case of a couple of people getting hustled over a simple card game, the warlock now found himself quite popular when it came to his concoctions -- hey, it was always a perfect time to earn a bit of money, wasn't it? He certainly thought so, so here he was, pocketing a bit of money whilst having a good time -- what a little entrepreneur. "I'd make a fuckin' great shop owner, huh?" was said to the person that approached, the blood mage looking absolutely fucking chuffed with himself as he began sipping on one of his drinks, leaning against the table in front of him. "Are you trying one, or just here to witness my greatness?"

Lips pursed in consideration as he wandered up to the rather ridiculous little display, clicking his tongue at the question. "Well I think your face to face could use some work," he joked despite the dry tone in came out, "Your pitch leaves a little something to be desired." Quinlan by a couple, very simple rules. The first being that Calypso came first, always would. The second being that he would do everything or anything, at least twice. Usually more than twice. "And just what is the, hmm," a hand came out to gesture over the array of drinks, "Satisfaction guarantee? Some of us have a higher tolerance, you understand. Would hate to give you a bad review."

Those that knew Giulia knew that she might need a little persuading to come to things like this. It turns out, Ariel was excellent at that. So knowing that Ariel was there and that Eli was going to be there was enough to get Giulia to join the people. "You know I've been looking at you... When did you become this popular?" She had eyes, she knew her friend Eli was good looking but she's never seen him this active. It was new for her. "Who knew you were such a Casanova" She chuckled, teasing.

"Excuse me, I have always been popular," the warlock playfully scoffed at the questioning from his friend, offering her a grin, "Ah well, I wouldn't say that considering I am currently -" He held out his arm over the shoulder of the empty space next to him, "- Sans date." He dropped his arm and moved to sit down next to her, hand coming up to point at their mutual redheaded friend. "That is quite the bounce back," he dropped his hand and looked over to her, "Don't worry, she's actually happy right now."

"Babe, even I don't have the power to stop you there." Wren admitted gleefully as head leaned slightly to rest upon Chloe's head while hand reached up to the wolf's face, patting it gently. "We're both ridiculous when it comes to all sorts of faces and genitalia, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

There was a small, dramatic whine from the wolf who gave an exaggerated pout when Wren's hand touched her face. Why must they only fuel each other's mess? That was when Chloe let out a snort at the rest of Wren's words. Oh yeah, that's why. "There's no one else I'd rather be a slut with than you," she tapped her drink against Wren's, "Sooooooo did you end up having fun at the yacht?"

After the small bit of commotion Loki may or may not have caused had finally died down, it being a small case of a couple of people getting hustled over a simple card game, the warlock now found himself quite popular when it came to his concoctions -- hey, it was always a perfect time to earn a bit of money, wasn't it? He certainly thought so, so here he was, pocketing a bit of money whilst having a good time -- what a little entrepreneur. "I'd make a fuckin' great shop owner, huh?" was said to the person that approached, the blood mage looking absolutely fucking chuffed with himself as he began sipping on one of his drinks, leaning against the table in front of him. "Are you trying one, or just here to witness my greatness?"

While the blood mage's favorability towards a certain Nordic warlock was very obvious, the same could not be said for his little brother. After the masquerade, tolerate was the word she would use when seeing him. Arms crossed across her chest, stormy eyes looking over the cups. "Do you do anything other than the completely predictable these days, Loki?" Ivy questioned, tilting her head with a small smile. Well she had already been drinking, consider her censor off the clock. "Well I'm not going to pay for one," she picked up a cup herself, looking down into it and examining the liquid, "For all I know, this could be as disappointing as you in bed."

Astrid's love-life history was filled with very mortal, human men. Her love had a survival rate of 0%, and not because of natural causes. There were some far and few in her past that caught her attention that didn't end in an ultimate death and that was who Quinlan was. But Quinlan was the bad boy that made you do bad things, and you love and hate him for it all at the same time. The one your daddy doesn't approve off, the one you can never fully shake off. That was Quinlan. "Of course you are here" Astrid said, as her path finally crossed with his. The yacht was huge, but it was bound to happen. "Don't tell me you are going for her ... she doesn't even smell like she'd taste good- I know you have better taste than that"

Quinlan laid back on one of the lounges, talking with a very lovely lady. Just minding his own business, enjoying himself. And while the woman with him was mainly here for entertainment, he couldn't help the grin that came to his lips at the little wannabe princess who was now interrupting them. "Well if you don't want to see me, Astrid, you could continue on your merry little way," he sat up now, letting his lips grin up at her, "But you decided to stop and talk. You should think about that, self-reflection is healthy." A snort came from the vampire's lips at her words about his current friend, his head shaking, "Now, now, there's no need to be rude. What has she ever done to you?" He started to wonder if he'd be able to get Astrid to kill the girl. Such a sensitive little soul she was. He brought a hand to the woman's knee, rubbing it for a moment. "Don't mind her," he reassured his friend but kept his gaze on the blonde, "She just likes to pretend she doesn't like me."

"She remembers that she hates me, and perhaps that our sister killed her." Aurelius answered with a shrug of his shoulders, still grinning for reasons that were unknown to him, though the vampire assumed he was happy for his twin who seemed to love the blonde banshee and was at one time -- monogamous; it was enough to make Aurelius gag. "Oh Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou, Romeo!" he now shouted, knowing full well the two women only a wall away would hear as large hand slapped Kensley on the back, remaining close as he whispered. "I would hurry, my love, for my dolly's blood has made me hungry and we both know that willpower and I are not friends."

"Bodes well," the dry words were carried by Kensley's deep voice as he stared at the door. His brother's excitement was palpable next to him though, unfortunately, not entirely contagious. He did, after all, let his sister kill her. Truth be told, in a way, every life of the Banshees had been mistakenly taken but that did make them all equal. Breath left the vampire's nose as he looked down for a second could not stop the small upturning of the of his lips. He brought fingers to the bridge of his nose, taking a step forward and then turning to point at his brother, "Not enough lifetimes, brother." For what he owed him now, knowing this was not usually gesture his brother would much care about. A hand turned the knob, then pressed against the door and pushed it open. It was hard to miss the scene his brother had left behind. He entertained a glance at this phoenix his brother was excited over but it was impossible for his gaze not to find it's way to the owner of the only heartbeat he cared about. "You're really here," he took in a breath and looked around again before slowly looking up at her again, "...Rory." He had seen her a couple times, very fleeting times.

"Please, you're a dirty, messy bitch, and that's coming from me." the shifter stated firmly while a napkin was thrown in Cal's direction, Wren ran her fingers through that ridiculously long mane, relaxing again into the seat as envious hues locked themselves upon the Scottish man before her. "Can't believe you're getting a two for one." the brunette practically pouted while eyes scanned the crowd, assessing who she'd be taking home tonight as hand rose and waved off Cal's question. "Migraine hit, went home; its usually how those works with me." Wren explained casually, not dwelling on the details of her aliment that kept her hidden away like a damn cave troll half the time. As lips took a moment to drink the contents of yet another free drink, the shifter couldn't help but let out a small laugh at Cal's words head shaking back and forth slowly. "Please, don't you worry about our Asher, girl is getting hers. You guys are friends, shit happens -- besides, there's way bigger problems than you getting double teamed, you know?"

"Hey -," he gasped, bringing his hand to his chest, "Reformed, thank you very much. You know that I do happen to actually take my relationships seriously.... when they actually happen." Which wasn't often which meant most of his friends were used to him being, well, a massive slut. Especially in the years after the breakup, he might doubled down for a bit there. "Really? You think I can't get two?" he questioned her, taking a step back and holding out his arms, "Ye have little faith, Wren, and it hurts." He nodded, gave a small shrug. He wasn't sure what the deal was with the migraines but that happened some people, right? "Well then I definitely haven't talked to her lately," he retorted with a grin, "Well, yes, of course there are because that is actually the opposite of a problem. And what about you?" He now questioned her, bringing his drink to his lips and narrowing his eyes a bit, "Any recent conquests of note? You're the slutty one out of the two of now, Wren, sorry to put that on your shoulders."

Werewolf genes did wonders for the day after, something Bishop had put in the pro column in those early days, a thought that came racing back when Cal appeared, looking better than most yet pretty shitty comparatively. "You were too busy celebrating." Bishop echoed, savouring the drag from his cigarette as eyes drifted over to where Chloe was working and definitely not snooping. "Scarlett needs to have more open bars and maybe, just maybe you're out of practise because you've been playing sexy house."

The more he discovered about what he was, the more he realized just how much he kept himself living as human as possible. He never had hangovers on nights things did happen, did he? "Ah, yes, we were celebrating because ...," his waved his hand in Bishop's general direction, "My sexy house, as you put it. She got very excited when I told her I had a girlfriend and a boyfriend.... but I am out of practice, shite," He glanced back at the petite werewolf that was currently helping someone and then clicked his tongue. "I can feel that, you know," he let out a small chuckle, "I can practically hear all the muffins getting knocked to the ground in the back already."

Like a true, honest to God male, upon hearing the words stand still, Cohen immediately began to bounce on his toes and sway slightly from side to side, until he felt yet another pat from Chloe... although this time, it felt like a little more than a tap, causing for the werewolf to put his hands up in surrender and speak through little bits of laughter. "Alright, alright, alright..." After finishing a rather perfect Matthew McConaughey impression, he promptly stood as still as was humanly possible for him. "I mean... I don't think I'll ever have a problem with you climbing me like anything, Chlo. -- Wanna climb me later, too?" Unable to help himself, as always, his head was slightly whipped around in order to make eye contact with her and began wriggling his eyebrows at her, his usual cheeky, lopsided grin wide on his face.

Why were guys so impossible? You tell them one thing, they go and do the opposite. "Oooooh, that was actually really good," she paused her movements even to give the props for the impression, letting out the laugh before now fully climbing onto his back, legs wrapping around his waist. She highly doubted it was much of a struggle for him to hold her considering she was half his size. "Hmmmm," she hummed, leaning her chin on his shoulder, "We could call this ride an audition." She was not above shameless flirting, not in the least, not at a party especially. "A girl's gotta know what her options are, you know?" she questioned him, lips right near his ear before picking her head up and looking around, "Yeah, I think I should be a queen one day so I can be carried around all the time."

"Don't threaten me with a good time, De Luca." fingers were already deep diving into the bowl of chips, mouth stuffed while the wolf reached behind Chloe to grab the bottle that was almost as big as the petite wolf Bishop was eclipsing momentarily. "Just wanted an excuse to get closer to you." a shrug of his lips as the wolf let his words hang in the air, getting everything ready for their own party. "Now, are we drinking or flirting?"

"But it's all I have to threaten you with," she countered with a little pout, "Good times is alls I gots." Electric blue watched as he got them all nice and set up for a good night. Eyes getting playfully big when the bottle was presented. "An excuse? You need an excuse?" she let out a small pft noise like she was offended before waving a hand at him. "Well, Bishop, you may not realize it but it is possible to do both," she answered him, grabbing the bottle, "I don't have to give you lesson on how to multi-task, do I?"

A quick nod to Asher was given as the hybrid wandered over to August who looked like a damn grumpy ass fish out of water; maybe there was a small laugh at that fact as Asher walked away to save her brother from social responsibilities. The smile remained as Ariel (a shock to see her there was an understatement) called out his name in a way that hadn't been heard for a while as large feet moved in the redheads direction, eager to go on this adventure with his childhood friend. "So, you're Bilbo and I'm, who, one of the dwarfs?" the wolf asked, following suit with the mystery shot, a quick glance towards the bartender who couldn't take his eyes off of Ariel. "Think the little mermaid will sink or swim tonight with the mystery man?"

It was kind of crazy but also very much her to just pop on up like nothing had ever happened. There was a quick nod of her head, mouth shrugging in appreciation for being the named the Hobbit himself. Eyes narrowed at him questioning if he was one of the dwarves. "One of the dwarves," she practically made a light pft noise, "Thorin, Balin, Dwalin, Oin, Glin, Dori, Nori, Ori, Bifur, Bofur, Fili and....," she reached out to poke at his cheek lightly, "Kili. You know, the one they made hot for the movie. You're welcome." Oh yeah, like she missed the parade of charm he was shoving in every girl's face here. She leaned on the bar, of course tiling her head to the side to her hair fell over one shoulder but her attention remained on Bishop. "She's in a swimming mood," she answered him, "At the very least." A large grin now spread on her lips and held up a finger, "That is not an invitation to throw me over the side like you've done before."

Truthfully, Maddox Chase didn't drink, or not in the way that his peers seemed to almost every other night. Perhaps it would have been easy, given his childhood and living on the streets since he was fourteen, yet Eddie and the generosity of Tobias and Aurora seemed to keep the lanky male from that path; and now he wasn't overly sure where to begin. "Not sure, never met one before." he stated honestly, glancing over his shoulder at the redhead who was burying whatever she needed to just to have one good night, and for that, well, it was worth getting drunk for. "Looks like Loki is handing out drinks that would do the trick. Maybe you'll get your answers there."

The redhead moved to peek around the constant obstacle that was Maddox Chase and at the blood mage handing out drinks. Lips pursed and arms came to cross around her chest as she now stepped to stand beside the tall warlock. "Hmmmmm," the hum came as she considered it for a moment. Could be really fun, could be really not. Never knew what to get with Loki. "That or I'll have to grow some kind of antidote out of my hand for whatever poison he's peddling," she countered, looking up at Maddox and perking a brow, "I mean, I'm supposed to be taking a break from risking my life so I think I'm just going to start with some tequila." She held up her hands, offering the necromancer a big old classic Ariel grin, turning to start stepping backwards towards the bar, "Humor me? And then we can get reckless?"

While Scarlett was good to have around for a lot of different reasons, the main one's to Maddie being nothing to do with her family's money or status, it really did help when you wanted to let your hair down and have good time like Maddie, and seemingly half of New York fucking City, wanted to. Hearing him say the words fuck and Maddy so close together only had the blonde arching a perfectly filled eyebrow at him and giggling soon after. "Oh yeah, it's like my home away from home here." Palms were then put on the bar top in front of them, hoisting her body up to be able to sit on it and gently kick her legs. "You're supposed to mingle and have fun at parties though, you know -- not just be a loner and get high.." Soon after those words, a delicate hand reached out to grab the joint from him in order to take a drag, shrugging whilst saying. "Sharing is caring."

A small roll of his eyes at the giggle before a slow nod of his head, "Oh I bet." He watched her pull herself on the bar, his own body moving to lean on it with his arm. Gaze drifted down to the kick of her legs and then back up to her, her words causing a small snort to come from the warlock as he shook his head. "Just because you found me alone doesn't mean I've been alone the whole time," he countered, "Maybe I felt your heart just racing with so much excitement to come see me that I made sure you'd have me all to yourself." He looked at his hand, the joint now missing from it and let out a sigh. "Well if we're going to care about manners, you could say please," he now moved to simply pick up his drink and bring it to his lips, "I came out to have a good time and I'm feeling so attacked right now."