SINGLES NIGHT [OPEN EVENT]

Percy, already intimacy and romantically defective, was turning a shade of red to match half his hair. This was the absolute most compromising position he'd ever been in his whole life. It was just...just a level he'd never even gotten close to with another human. Hands were on his waist and he was-- His brain was there. He knew what it looked like... He dared not look over his shoulder at Leon. It was possible he'd die as it was.

The first impact shocked him into a gasp, which he quickly clasped one of the hands formerly on the wall over his mouth. Now only one arm would have to do its best to keep him from ramming into the wall, which was actually a struggle. The first vigorous attempt hadn't done the trick, so there was now a rhythm going where Leon tried to find just the right force and tempo that might pop the balloon while Percy just continued to clamp his mouth as shut as his eyes were. His party partner was certainly dedicated to this task. He probably saw it as some sort of silly challenge, which is what Percy should also be thinking. Just a challenge. See how long it takes to pop the stupid balloon. But just what material was this balloon made of?! Yes, this was good. Get analytical. Figure out what it's made of. It was extra strong. Science. Science!

...Why wasn't science working!? So Leon's first question went entirely unanswered because...Percy didn't trust himself to answer. He was quite possibly the color of a tomato from head to toe judging by the heat he felt all over, and was worried Leon would feel radiating off of him. It was a good thing his exo-brace was doing its job, or that leg would have likely given out already and just made this a hundred times worse. Leon was right that he was still a little tender, but he was too flustered to care much about the twinging in his ribs because of the hands that gently dug into his hips as he was pulled backward as needed. For the first time since this whole cursed game began, Percy chanced a turn of his head, using the scarred side, since that eye wasn't watering like the other one was. He really wanted to see if Leon was as messed up as he was, but it didn't seem so. He just caught a glimpse of something he wasn't ready for, of a strangely attractive face using an unsettling tone. Percy swallowed hard. "Y-Yeah, a little..." he panted, wondering what the status of the balloon was. How much longer could either of them take this? "Can't you just...p-pop it already?" he asked, voice raising with desperation. It was then, using that desperation, that Percy adjusted himself just a little to make sure the balloon was at the optimal position to be squished completely flat by their shapes as they fit together, and shoved himself back at the exact time that Leon thrust forward and...

Pop!

"Unph?!" Pop? Pop! It popped! Percy's whole body smashed back against Leon's and he let out some sort of soft but ultimately crazed laugh. Intense relief flooded him. "Ha! It p-popped!" he huffed, pausing a moment to get his strength back before he leaned away and turned around. "Finally..."

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Just like that that Teresa was out of the event. She was too old and her bones too croaky to start dry humping balloons at her age. Had she been three hundred years younger, she might have considered it. No instead she decided to go back to the bar where it was safe and enjoy her drink. “Yeah… you know what… I am going back to the bar. You be a good little son and behave, okay?” She said with a faint smile as she patted Lyre on the head and slowly began to make her way to the bar. Shame though, there are some fine pieces of chocolate and fluff in there. She thought sadly to herself as she snapped her fingers and reequipped back into her normal body suit.

“Give me an appletini and keep them coming.” She said with a sigh as she leaned backwards against the bar. From there she had the best view of the place and soon a lewd grin appeared on her face as she watched all the horny kids grind out their desires. “Thank you, my dear bartender.” She said absent minded as the bartender put the appletini behind her and reached for it.

The delicious sweet, succulent smell tantalized her nostrils and without moving her eyes from the humping masses, she took a sip of her drink. She caught the raisins with her tongue and swirled them around a bit in her mouth, before bursting their rip skin with her teeth, releasing their sweet taste.

Times had changed though. When she was young… okay when she had been really young their had been no balls and single nights. Mostly just real men, roaring a lot and showing their affecting by returning home covered in the blood of their enemies. The balls came later, but she had enjoyed the line dancing a lot. It actually required skill, practice and A LOT of restrained not to hump the good looking chaps back then. It seemed to Teresa this new form of dating just skipped out the restrained.

Which was fine with her. She was loving the show. All those beautiful men and woman, grinding together… “Another one please.” She said softly as she placed the empty glass back on the bar and licked her lips.

WC: 361
TWC: 1,744 + 361 = 2,105

Medeia’s purple orbs never left Illya’s face but her attention was briefly split as she felt Kyra’s discomfort coming from across the hall. The millenia old witch certainly did not appreciate what she was sensing and if it had not been for the MC’s intervention, Medeia might well have gone over to the group herself and dished out some punishment. Sadly, she was not surprised by the dreadful behaviour of the two males, reeking of arrogance and adrenaline and Kyra did seem to have terrible luck when it came to, well, any situation in truth. The angel could not help but feel protective over her mentee though and she made a note to herself to take care of her nervous student later, as she was bound to be quivering all over by now.

She listened patiently as the idol spoke about her reasons for being there, her head tilted slightly to the side as she did so. Medeia could understand the beautiful girl’s issues and having become so close to Sakura, sort of knew what it was like to be a celebrity from her. It sounded kind of rough in a way and was certainly not the kind of life that the angel would want to lead. Oh, the feeling of control that one could have over a crowd was definitely appealing but having her life prostituted across the world was not.

When the first game was announced, Medeia simply raised an eyebrow but did nothing to stop the official from attaching the balloon to Illya’s lovely chest although the angel did give him a bit of a look when he got a little too close to Medeia herself. Had he tried such a stunt on her then she might have been a little more vocal but as it was, she simply let things go. The game sounded amusing enough and the ancient being simply went along with it.

Standing up, she would offer a hand to the idol, “Oh, I think I have just the tools for this game too,” she said jovially, aiming to lead her beautiful new friend to the dance floor. “I am sure that we can give those paparazzi of yours something to talk about." Medeia was somewhat amused by the idea, even more so by the fact that as far as she could tell, Illya was not a dark mage. A celebrity dancing with a dark mage, how delightful.

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(1244 Thread WC)

@Illya Pegasus

Damian was not prepared for what he would find at the single's mixer. Not by a long shot. If he had not become accustomed to revealing clothing on women due to those he had met since he first arrived in this country his jaw would have broken clean off. Part of his....well he would not call it comfort. Most of his lack of shock he supposed would be thanks to Mercury and her....unusual...attitude to put it politely. The rest was because he had never seen that many attractive people in the same place at the same time. While a spike of nervousness rose sure enough, so did some measure of....excitement. After all, everyone here would be single and there because of it so why should he feel weird about it? Not to mention he had heard, just heard, definitely not only came here because of, guild master Leona was here somewhere.

To his great distress and wonder he had unwittingly formed a crush, the first one in his life quite frankly, on his own guild master and mentor in the time since he had joined Silver Wolf. Unlike most any other situation however, he did not have the gall to just...walk up and ask her out like he would directly deal with any other issue. He was so new to the guild after all, and so unaccomplished compared to her. Not to mention weak, and she was gorgeous to boot. He had failed to confront the issue thus far. But he definitely did not come here for an easy out to try and test those waters. Nope, definitely not. He was here to learn about Fioran culture from their social events to their food and alcohol. Yep, definitely why he was here.

As such he made his way briskly to the buffet line after receiving a name badge he pinned to his lapel. He felt a bit out of place in this party, but thankfully his buddy Whisper had given him a few fashion tips in advance. As such he had come to the party looking rather dapper.Though he thought perhaps the top hat was a tad overkill. But who was he to question Whisper's fashion expertise? Damian tipped his hat back and glanced out over the veritable sea of mostly unrecognizable foods with a deeply curious expression. There was the occasional one he recognized thanks to the Silver Wolf cafe broadening his horizons, yet there was still dozens of new tastes to try. Piling two plates to the edge with food, he went off to settle at the bar to eat and try alcohol of some kind or another.

The only thing his father ever drank was barley beer, which based on the smell alone was not something Damian took interest in. Mouth full of food before he ever sat down, Damian produced an id card for the bartender and pointed out a rum that looked interesting. Rum was supposed to be sweet and he loved sweets. So obviously he should like rum, right? Clearing his mouth of his food he took a tentative swig of the rum poured for him and found out that was not the case. He managed to get it down, as he wasn't one to waste, but he would not repeat said experience regardless of the spreading warmth in his body. He set back into his food just in time to hear 'my name is Leona' from a ways down the bar. He very nearly choked on his food as his eyes widened in shock.

His eyes darted to his left as he attempted, poorly, to be as inconspicuous as a six foot two man in a top hat could be. He found his mentor sitting a ways away talking to an attractive woman with red hair. She seemed a bit...flustered. Which was not too odd he supposed. She did not seem too fond of social interaction beyond the guild itself or business. He wondered if being here tonight was business. It would make sense he supposed, but a part of him had hoped... Well, it had hoped something foolish most likely, but he hasn't been proven wrong yet. He went back to eating as he tried remaining inconspicuous for the time being. However, as he was nearing completion the mc had retaken the stage and begun to go over the nights first event.

Damian...was not prepared. He had done a modest amount of looking into what these types of events normally offered and the usual was just 'get to know each other' type games. What in the hells was this?! Panicking, his eyes flicked back to the bartender who recognized his distress swiftly and slid another drink in front of him with twice the alcohol of the first. "Liquid courage," the man said to him. Damian eyed the glass for several long moments in distressed internal debate. His eyes flicked to the right to where Leona sat, to the stage where Lillith and the man she had called up were demonstrating the event, and back to his glass. With a deep exhale he reached out and slammed the whole glass back in one go. It tasted awful.

WC: 865

@Leona Jarnefeldt
@SlayerMathis_

Leona was waiting for Masha to reply to her and was hoping that the blushing would not make things too awkward between them. Masha was so much more attractive than the blonde and knew how to use her attractiveness to her advantage. The blonde also knew that Masha had wanted a kiss from the Wizard Saint after their successful battle against the angels and Leona managed to postpone it. It had been over a year since their last meeting and Masha might try to collect on the kiss at Singles Night.

The worrying thing was that Leona was not entirely sure if she would say no to it.

Something about Masha was incredibly attractive. Her hair, her eyes, her clothes, everything. Leona was not sure what was going on, but she needed to snap out of it because the media was sure to pick up on anything out of the ordinary and magnify it to an absurd degree in order to make headlines. A single kiss between Leona and Masha would be magnified into a headline that asserted Masha was Leona's secret lover all along.

If her mother caught wind of that the next trip to Nebdoui would be very, very awkward. Sophia Jarnefeldt and the rest of Nebdoui had rather traditional views on gender roles and relationships. Sophia would hit the roof if she thought her daughter was attracted to another woman, let alone actually in a relationship with one.

Leona shook off that thought and looked around her. Lilith had returned to the stage and had announced the first "Icebreaker" game, which was for two partners to work together to pop a balloon attached to "the chest, crotch, or on the booty." Using the hands was not an option, which was just as well because the game was awkward enough for the Wizard Saint as it was.

Leona blushed even harder when it finally dawned on her that Masha would be her partner for the icebreaker.

Oh no.

OH NO.

Why was this happening to her?

Leona's sense of awkwardness was growing by the moment when she looked at Masha and thought about the balloon's placement. They would be getting rather close to each other, something that the redhead was sure to enjoy. Leona would not be so enthused at the idea, but something about Masha made the blonde feel OK with it if they ended up doing the balloon game after all.

Leona looked around to try and snap out of it before and her eyes settled on a tall, familiar-looking man in a dark suit and top hat. Leona's green eyes focused on him for a moment and she soon discerned his identity. He was Damian Beckett, a fellow Silver Wolf mage and her second apprentice.

Seeing that he was trying to remain inconspicuous, Leona respected his wish and turned away from him to try and settle the issue of the balloon game with Masha. She was not sure how much time she could stall for, but she would need all the time she could get in order to make herself comfortable with what was about to happen. Maybe she should talk to Masha before committing. Maybe Masha was not interested in that particular game and was just happy making small talk. It never hurt to ask.

"So, um, Masha... how do you feel about this balloon game? Are you up... up for it? I mean do you want to, um, participate?" Leona awkwardly asked Masha what promised to be a rhetorical question that would not take very long for the redhead to answer. Leona jolted when she had realized what she had just done. She had just made a big mistake, a big mistake indeed.

She had just opened the door for Masha to get close to her and get the kiss that she was wanting!

Leona suddenly found herself longing for a lime margarita or two that was heavy on the alcohol. Maybe that would be enough to drown out the rising awkward feeling that was overtaking the Wizard Saint. Or maybe she would need more alcohol. Leona was of the opinion that in this particular instance drinking some alcohol was a good idea.

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[Leona's Word Count: 2,423]

@Damian
@Masha

Akane smiled at directed her entire body towards the bar whilst the young... uh... person introduced him/herself. She listened intently as she took a small sip of her lovely beverage slowly while she snipped the ID of the person she was now interacting with. She had very good crimson eyes, so sharp and critical of details. Hm. Wren Hayden. Female? Alright, then. she thought. Once the introductions were finished, she calmly placed it down on the bar and looked at the person whose name she had already known before she even spoke it kindly. "Nice to meet you, Wren. I'm Akane Ayahime. But people call me Aya." she replied kindly , placing a gentle hand on to her chest as she introduced herself. "But you must pardon me, I'm not from around here. Uhm. What are the Nelson's Apothecary and The Rune Knights?" she continued, wondering at what those organizations meant as she titled her head ever so slightly to be a little unnoticeable, and the hand that was formerly on her chest now on her chin. She truly wished to more about the country she lives in now both for nefarious and somewhat relatively more innocent reasons.

Afterwards, she continued to enjoy the drink and her company. At least, it was better than the other more rowdy characters from the crowd. They were all so different that she started to wonder if they were all Fiorians at all. Fiore has indeed been a mixed bag of different people from different places if she was to evaluate according to the few things she has heard. She once again took a sharp look at Wren who had complimented her out of the blue. The surprise caught Akane completely off-guard, and the fact that she did the finger gun gesture certainly didn't help. It was not unwelcome but it was still rather weird if Akane was being honest. "Oh! Uhm... uh... thank you. Uh... you too. You really do." she replied. She did not understand what Wren meant about not being good in the appearance department. She thought she looked so cute that it would be so nice to toy with someone like her. What did threw her off was her chest area, and suddenly Akane felt good about herself in that regard.

The woman whom Akane thought looked like a goddess came up on stage once more to describe a rather interesting game with a man she thinks she has had some relationship with in the past. Fiore is starting to look more and more welcoming not only to a person's darkest desires but for demons to play with. She watched intently for what was going to happen, and apparently they had to pop a balloon? She was interested in playing it, especially with a flustered Wren by her side. It made her feel like she can make her do anything and she giggled at the thought and her. Playfully, she mentioned "Sure. It'll be a delight. Here uhm, why don't you wear it. Maybe on your chest? That way I can have a reason to hug your cute self?"

WC: 519
Personal Total: 1,629
@Wren

W… W-What just happened?

While the Joyan was being shouted at, the mistress and possible victim of what appeared to have been quite a harassment had been tugging on his jacket from behind, timidly hiding her person from view. She stated that she had been waiting for someone… but was she talking to him? Was it him that she waited for? They had never met before, but it did solve JJ’s task of, y’know, pairing up with someone. And conveniently, Lili’s voice rang through the speakers once more.

It seemed the most rational to pair up with the cute, little lady tugging behind him-

“…”

His eyes sharpened and darted straight at Teresa, who was just showing him her drink… but her earlier statement couldn’t help but make him suspicious of her involvement in the embarrassing sensation he felt across his desert bum. Magic? For such a silly trick? And she hoped to embarrass him or something?

… It would’ve worked wonders if he didn’t wear his cap. All she got was a small blush on his face and a scoff, while he lowered the cap to hide the look in his eyes. He was embarrassed, alright, I admit it, but he wasn’t going to stutter or overheat. He could keep his head cool and let this slide as a harmless prank.

He planted a thumb on his nametag and greeted her: “JJ.” Then, he switched his focus towards the girl on his back, tugging away in what could have been shame. The, uh, ‘assaulter’ had left quickly, causing anger to grow in the usually collected Demon Slayer. Alas, what could his anger do for him now that the Joyan was gone? Lest he drown in it, he should relax… and find a way to help the girl in the stead.

The first activity was then revealed… to involve a balloon. And they were meant to pop it without using their hands, instead seeking aid in one of three areas of the body; chest, crotch or as Lili finely addressed the bottom of the human body, booty. Must’ve been slang for… hmh…

Anyway, the demonstration was on. It shouldn’t be that hard to- nevermind, apparently, the balloons were reinforced. But hey, if he just mimicked what the organizer did on stage, then it should go well. He was handed a balloon from one of the organisers, and then he observed the action between Lili and the white-haired gentleman accompanying her for the demonstration - a man with a gentle look on his face bearing the name Aven… wait…

That was how they were going to pop it? Even for JJ, that was so suggestive… e-even ignoring the emotional turmoil inside of him, how would the young and possibly sensitive partner of his react to that? What a strange event; was Halloween, later on, going to be just as culturally shocking for the poor Demon Slayer? He had already seen people hang those characteristic pumpkins up, and he even witnessed a poor lad get one smashed right onto his head on his way towards this hall. He had been screaming in agony shouting silliness like ‘HELP, MY HEAD! IT’S STUCK IN A PUMPKIN!!’ and begging for someone nearby to pull it off of him, which the Dies Irae Wizard gladly did. But now, he had another issue… his sense of shame.

M-Maybe, if he did it quickly, it would be less embarrassing. Just like the Aven guy, he strapped the balloon to hang above his crotch and glared at Kyra. “Okay, let’s do our best… it looks very haraam, but if you turn around-“ Saying that, he gentle spun her around via holding her arms just below her shoulders, “Then we can try and pop it… I’ll try my best, so it’ll be quick-“

And, without a slicker of hesitation, visually against his character, he held her hips and balanced the balloon to rest right on her butt, then just thrusted up on Kyra’s behind in an attempt to pop the balloon in one go…

…

What?

It didn’t pop! This balloon was, just as Lili warned, a pain to pop - even with the embarrassment factor gone from JJ’s heart, he had trouble popping it. Holy shit.

“Damn it, it’s hard! Kyra, help, you have to put some work into it…!”

WC: 721
TWC: 2094

@Kyra Velkhomme

At least he wasn't the only one feeling a bit embarrassed. It was comforting to see Leon's face tint pink, yet also strangely unnerving. It was hard to meet his eyes now. This was just....a whole deal. Percy was so far out of his element, he wondered if he'd circle back around and end up being comfortable. Probably not. "Ah...you were f-fine..." he said with an anxious smile, subconsciously rubbing his sore ribs, though they were only vaguely aching. For the moment he'd forgotten all about Lili and everything, instead just taking a moment to recover what he could of his thin composure. "I d-do think I could use a drink. Yes, we should do that.." admitted the half and half man, glancing at Leon and then turning to head to the refreshment table. Percy wasn't much of a drinker, but he couldn't think of a better time for a little liquid courage.

Once at the extensively stocked refreshment area, Percy acquired a class of red wine and took a sip. It was surprisingly good quality. It was sweet and full-bodied and he savored both it and its alcoholic saving grace. He'd have no problems drinking this, which was good news for his sanity. He was just starting to lose the redness in his cheeks when everything went strangely dark. Nearly dropping his glass, he whirled half around before freezing. There was something on his head. And...it smelled like... there was a pumpkin on his head.

There was a pumpkin on his head, wasn't there?

Blindly feeling around to try and set his wine glass down in hopes of pulling the gourd off his noggin, he discovered his half whirl had situated him in a way that he absolutely could not find the table again. So he only had one hand. Using said one hand, he tried to pry the pumpkin off his head. He could barely hear the echo of someone giggling nearby, probably that devilish attendee who put the balloon on his butt. She had it out for him, apparently. After trying and failing to get it off, Percy started to panic a little. "HELP, MY HEAD! IT'S STUCK IN A PUMPKIN!!" he yelled from within the orange, hollow fruit, once more waiting for someone to come save him. "Leon?" he asked, knowing the other man was his best chance of freedom. This was just so very embarrassing.

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Katsumi rubbed her arm as she stared at the building. What was she doing here? Her hand dropped to her side. The place where her sword usually hung. Grasping empty air made her heart clench. No weapons in a social function. Katsumi's heart started racing. Was this even worth it? She'd been alone before. For years of time actually. Surely, it wasn't worth this to find friends or companionship.

But then, those years had hurt. Her soul, her heart suffered scars from the loneliness. Everything had been poured into her swordsmanship, into gaming. Katsumi no longer knew how to talk to people without treating it all as a game. How many more years before she stopped talking all together?

The Rune Knight squared her shoulders and took a step forward. Just in time for a pumpkin to fall on her head. Katsumi screamed, running into the hall. She struggled with the pumpkin, too freaked out to pull it off. "Help, My head! It's stuck in a pumpkin!" How humiliating that this was how her night had started off.

WC: 179

Cetus quelled his nose bleed as efficiently as possible. Bloody tissues hung from his nose. Persephone needed to be fixed soon. Having such a nose bleed on a job wouldn't turn out well for him. Evidence left at the scene of a crime m. Cetus noticed an ever growing group near the bar. It was split into a few groups but they all seemed to be meeting there. A couple was already kissing as well.

Since the bar looked like a good place to hunt, Cetus began his journey over. On the way, he noticed the couple stop kissing. The male marched out the door without so much as a word. Rude to his partner, from what Cetus had been taught. The only reason the assassin could see for the abrupt exit was a look from the MC at the male's back. She'd wriggled her nose oh so slightly. It made Cetus wonder at the male's magic. How had he known the MC was even looking in his direction? And if it was magic, where could the assassin get it? To be hyper aware of the environment while kissing a gorgeous someone would be handy.

The shark man approached the bar and leaned onto it. After ordering a drink, he turned around. Some kind of event had started. Body balloon popping? Cetus frowned. If the idea was to pop the balloon, why not use your teeth? Or a concentrated effort of four hands? He shook his head, taking a sip. This event would be interesting to watch even if he didn't find companionship.

WC: 264
TWC: 512

When Leon popped the pumpkin off his head, the expression beneath was nothing short of resigned and slightly dispondant...except for the small blush that remained. "Thanks," he sighed, reaching up to twist the tuft of bi-colored hair hanging between his eyes. The styling he'd done was long gone, so now it was back to its normal look. Surely it smelled like raw pumpkin now. Lovely. Why it bothered him so much was unknown, but he just hated the idea that he smelled like the interior of a seasonal gourd. "You're absolutely right. This is not my night," Percy responded glumly, staring down into his glass of red wine and giving it a swirl before sipping it, then deciding to just chug it down. It was a low-class move, but he wanted to get the process of feeling better kickstarted. Besides, what did class have to do with this event? Witnessing what everyone else was doing, clearly, this was not the time to worry about the angle of pinkies on glasses.

Arguably, this had not been his last couple of months. Or his year. Or...his life. But especially the last couple of months. Slowly he angled his eyes back up at that aggressive face to Leon's, only to find a look of...was that amusement? Well, at least one of them was getting a kick out of all of this. He also watched as Leon tasted the wine and scowled a little. Judgy or no, Percy didn't peg Leon for a wine type of guy. Percy only acquired the preference from his wealthy raising and all the high-class parties. That wasn't to say he couldn't also enjoy other drinks when the moment called for it. He had attempted to party with his brother, after all. "Not a fan?" he asked, noticing his stutter had taken a break, much to his relief. Since his wine glass was empty, he decided to just go with the flow. Approaching the bar more properly, he hailed one of the bartenders but didn't speak to him. Instead, he deferred to Leon, not wishing to make assumptions about what the man drank. "Leon, you order next round. I'll have what you have," he said, about to take a seat on a stool when he suddenly startled and bounced back to the standing position. His brows creased. The balloon...had reinflated.

Getting a stiffer drink was a great idea.

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Things were actually getting a bit rowdy at the dance floor. With a bit of a lewd look and a blush on her cheeks Teresa observed the dance floor and the vicious dry humping. As much as she enjoyed watching and drinking though, from deep down the feeling crept up this was not why she was here. She probably could have gone to any random ale joint for the same thing. In fact she knew Deblazio just a few blocks away had their famous male topless night. “Hmm guess I should actually go and mingle a bit.” She said with a sigh as she downed another golden ale and slammed the tankard on the bar.

“Now who is… is… it *hic* going to be!” She said with a bit of a slur as her gaze went over the crowd. She was here too mingle, yet apparently all the hot minglers had already been taken. Luckily she did spot a single free one. Not the one she wanted to hump, but perhaps the one she could have the most fun with.

With a sly grin on her face she began to make her way through the crowd. “There you are, you sly fox.” She said loudly as she grabbed him from behind and hugged in tightly. “So have you had any luck yet Lyre?” She asked with a smile as she released him and waited for him to turn around. “In any case, this is a singles night and perhaps it would be nice to dance. You know, so we don’t stand out too much.” She said grinning widely, the alcohol blush on her cheeks getting a few tones more vibrant. “No balloons though and nothing lewd.” She continued as she was slowly beginning to move in the rhythm of the music.

She was absolutely no dance prodigy and would probably kill her partner when forced to line dance, but moving to the rhythm of the music was easy. It was a bit like swordsmanship. All about rhythm, balance and anticipating the others movement. “Comon, join me.” She said once more as her rhythm slowly began to increase and match the music.



WC: 349
TWC: 2,105 + 349 = 2,454
@Lyretich

Masha smiled widely at the blonde. An increasing sensation of familiarity tickled her brain. This must be someone from her past. The blush spreading across the blonde's face seemed to lend credence to that fact. Unless of course, the woman blushed frequently. How frustrating it was not to know which it was. "Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Leona!"

The redhead sipped her drink slowly, looking over Leona. Were there other body cues she could use? Nah, better to be direct about it. "I apologize if we've met before. I had an accident a few months back and I'm lackimg almost all of my memories." She parted her hair to reveal a faint white hole in the middle of her forehead. After a moment, she let her hair fall back over it. "Judging by your expression, we've met before. Anything you could tell me would be really appreciated." The MC got up on stage. Masha paused to listen to the woman. Lilith was truely her own vision of beauty.

An interesting game was suggested. The object seemed to be focused on getting two people intimately close and removing any awkwardness. Masha peered at Leona over the rim of her glass as she drank. A fire lit in her stomach. A lavacious smile spread across her lips. She'd often felt feelings like this since awakening but rarely had she been in a position to act on them. At Leona's question, Masha's smile widened. She crooked a finger at an organizer. The man hurried over. Seeing two females, he held out a balloon. "Such a gentleman!" Masha proclaimed as she took it. "Thank you, hun."

The redhead turned toward Leona. "Do you mind?" she asked. There was only the briefest pause. Then the balloon was pressed against Leona's waist. Masha tapped a finger on her chin. "Hmm." With a liquid grace, the succubus slid to her knees before Leona. Looking up through her lashes, Masha pretended to check the balloon. "It's not quite straight..." She groused. Her fingers gently caressed Leona's hips as the redhead palmed the balloon. "Just a tad too far to the right...There!" Masha grinned, straightening.

"Shall we begin then?" The redhead asked, color touching her cheeks. The idea of being close to this gorgeous blonde heated her blood. Masha rested her hands on Leona's waist, stepping close. The balloon rested between their bodies. Masha didn't move even though her muscles urged her to. Her body remembered things her mind could not. Seductive movements, featherlight touches, lessons that had been honed into her body. Masha knew what she could do but she wanted the blonde to be comfortable. Still she couldn't resist putting her lips near the blonde's ear. "Let me know when you're ready, hun. I'll wait." The redhead whispered.

WC: 465
TWC: 703

@Leona Jarnefeldt

The blonde hunter chuckled at the group of young kids who she was currently surrounded by, each wearing a costume of a different scary monster. Werewolves, zombies, witches, you name it, there was one staring straight up at her. This wasn’t how she’d expected her night of flirting and fun to begin but who was she to argue with this mob of youngsters. They simply refused to let her go unless she gave them something for their efforts and so, she’d place a hand inside the pocket of her jacket and pull out a handful of candy. With a joyful cry, they’d quickly take their well earned reward from her, before running away, no doubt to go find someone else to bother. Still, it was all in good fun and Jaesa grinned as she watched them leave, before making her way towards the hall, where she’d hopefully be able to receive her own well earned reward.

There was no way that she was going to turn down the chance of meeting a lovely lady or two and she’d made a beeline for the event as soon as news of it had reached her ears. It’d been a while since she’d been able to let her hair down and the bounty hunter was looking forward to a night of frolicking. She wasn’t sure if there was going to be anyone that she knew but given the fact that she hadn’t really got out among the mage population yet, the odds were probably fairly low. Even if she was unsuccessful at finding a partner for the night, she could always just drink herself stupid, which was equally as fun and Jaesa had a pretty good idea that no matter what happened, she was going to enjoy herself.

Entering the hall and receiving a name tag from the guys at the entrance, Jaesa’s eyes would instantly start to look over the folks who were already there. Oh, there were some beautiful women already although Jaesa didn’t feel in the slightest bit inferior. She could hold her own and as she removed her jacket and placed it up on a hook, the hunter couldn’t have felt any more confident. As expected, most of the faces were unknown to her but as she headed over towards the bar, her gaze would fall upon one that she definitely did know. The guildmaster of Silver Wolf, Leona, a woman that Jaesa certainly had a fondness for.

“Looking good, Leona,” she’d simply say as she passed, not wanting to interfere as the guildmaster seemed to already have an admirer or was it the other way around?

Smirking, she’d hop up onto a bar stool further down and give her order to the bartender, her orbs once more returning to the action. A lot of folks seemed to be playing a game of some kind involving balloons although for a moment her mind jumped from 1 to 100 as she briefly thought they were something else. The looks on the faces of the embarrassed participants were hilarious and Jaesa just had to laugh. If she were in their position, she’d be a lot more...aggressive with her movements.

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Leona continued to blush as Masha finally came around and remembered her... to a degree. The redhead stated that Leona had looked like she had met Masha before and asked for anything that they had done together before the accident that had cost the redhead almost all of her memories. That was news to the blonde. She had no idea that Masha had suffered from an accident, let alone one that cost her almost al of her memories.

"OK. Remember when we met in the middle of that road where that weird portal was? You were being chased by a bunch of people you wanted to get away from because they were... um, attracted to you. You were wearing something of a revealing outfit." Leona said, fighting back the feeling that she should be attracted to Masha. The redhead was so attractive that it was hard to avoid looking at her.

"You were with the guild Sabertooth at the time. We were standing at the roadside talking about my outfit. I was wearing a blue t-shirt with khaki cargo pants. You told me that I'd look good if I wore a blue crop top and khaki short shorts. Then one of us got grabbed by the portal and we ended up fighting those angels who thought we were demons." Leona told Masha what she recalled of their conversation before blushing even more. Her discomfort only increased when a male event organizer brought over a balloon for the balloon game. Masha took it and thanked the man, then turned to Leona and pressed the balloon against her waist.

The thoroughly embarrassed Leona said nothing during the whole ordeal until Masha suddenly and smoothly went to her knees in front of the Wizard Saint. Leona felt Masha's fingers gently caress her hips and her face really began to burn. This was looking so bad for the Wizard Saint that she could not find any words to express how she felt. She was dying on the inside, but she could tell that Masha was enjoying every moment of this event, especially since she now had a legitimate reason to get close to Leona.

"Um... s-s-sure. I'm ready whenever you are, M-M-Masha." Leona finally stammered out a response after Masha had finished attaching the balloon to Leona. The blonde was blushing so hard that if she blushed harder she just might die of embarrassment then and there. That would be an ignominious end to her career. Just as she was beginning to relax a little Leona spotted Jaesa Fenrir strolling by and heard her casually say "Looking good, Leona." before continuing on her way without breaking stride.

"H-h-hi there, Jaesa." Leona meekly greeted the departing red-eyed blonde who was one of the newer members of Silver Wolf.

Speaking of Silver Wolf, the Wizard Saint now had two guild members who had seen her like this. She hoped that they would not draw the wrong conclusions from this event and think that Leona had a female lover. However, it might already be too late to change their minds if they had already arrived at the conclusion that their Guild Mistress had a female lover. Leona looked back towards Masha and looked into the redhead's blue eyes.

Leona was not sure how to feel about all of this.

Leona was deeply embarrassed, but there was something about Masha that was so attractive that it could take her mind off of her embarrassment the blonde was suffering.

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[Leona's Word Count: 3,003]

@Masha
@Jaesa Fenrir

Two more shots in and Damian had begun to feel light headed. Yet he had the completely unsubstantiated notion that perhaps now was the time to approach Leona directly. Just as he had prepared to stand up and cross the bar to her he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Turning his gaze away from either his drink or Leona, he eyed the person vying for his attention. Unfortunately, the result was his courage swiftly left him as he gazed into the devilishly smirking face of Poppi. While he had very little time to get to know her or her partner Mathis before they left Silver Wolf for Meliora Vitae, her expression spoke loud enough to her mischievous intent.

Damian sputtered as he was accused of having a crush on Leona. Was...was it that obvious? Was he so easily read? He knew that he was normally rather easy to read emotionally, but this was a different beast all together. He attempted, but failed to, stammer out a response to Poppi before she dragged him from the bar and into plain view of both Leona and the general party goers. Before he knew it Poppi was asking for a balloon and taking position. Damian stood ghastly still, looking down upon her in barely contained horrific embarrassment. He had fevers that had left his face cooler than it felt right then.

Show Leon- Show her... The bold words to come from Poppi as she knelt on all fours seemed to scramble Damian's already alcohol-scrambled brains. This was not at all how he was picturing his night to go. What would his parents think of such immodesty?! Well.... actually he didn't care much about that....right? As he eyed Poppi and the balloon the alcohol seemed to whisper unusually confident thoughts into Damian's ear. He should show what was being missed out on! R-right? His heart being in his throat surely didn't mean he had any doubts....right? Yeah! He was handsome and tall and interesting! He just needed to show Leona what he was made of! The alcohol definitely wasn't the key factor in his decision.

Grabbing at Poppi's hips, he readied to attempt thrust number one to pop the balloon. All in all it was an incredibly awkward position to attempt. Poppi was not exactly tall to begin with, and being on all fours only made that more pronounced. Damian was well taller than the average man, and had to take a weird angular sort of crouch to get the right angle. But his drunken determination would not be held back. With as much force as he could muster, he thrust at the balloon with intent to pop it in one go. Unfortunately, he was quite a bit more...."successful" than expected.

Perhaps his zipper was the culprit, or something on Poppi, but the moment his crotch hit the balloon it popped as easy as any balloon might. To Damian's great surprise, as he had trusted the words of the organizer about the durability of the balloons. For a bare moment his face took on an expression of pleased surprise, before the unfortunate aftermath. The balloon popping with so little resistance, he instead carried the full force of his thrust into Poppi's rear. Which, while likely to be uncomfortable for any two people when unexpected like this, was doubly agonizing for Damian. His crotch slammed into Poppi's metal skin and he dropped to the floor with a wheeze of distress. Good first impressions all around.

WC: 582
TWC: 1,447

@SlayerMathis_

Teresa cracked a smile and a chuckle as Lyre made the joke about being too handsome. Well perhaps the boy was not wrong. Ecstatically he was very pleasing and he had a very smooth skin and perfect symmetrical face. In fact perhaps by any standard or test, he would be very beautiful. Swell eyes, great smile, well trained body. Perhaps all that was missing was a rough stubble beard. She was not sure whether Lyre could grow one yet and was simply shaving religiously or could not. She knew there were plenty of people who disliked hair on… well any other place then on top of the head. “Well I am sure that must be it.” Teresa said with a smile, suppressing the urge to place her hand motherly on Lyre’s head and ruffle it a bit affectionately.

Therein lay for her the problem with Lyre. She knew how old the boy was and she was very well how very much… much… ~too much~ older she was. A thing he had so tactfully pointed out at EVERY!?! Occasion. Not to speak of that little dragon of his. Oh if she had the chance she would let Nixalba chase that dragon around… maybe even nibble a bit. Friendly of course.

Still… Teresa could not deny she had grown increasingly fond of Lyre and did consider him a real friend and a valued member of their team. Well I guess it would be weird though if I did not. It is a two man team after all. She thought to herself, as she began to follow the boys lead in the dancing. She was a bit intoxicated and occasionally she missed a step, but slowly she began to get into the groove. Heh… another cute new kids word. She thought as she moved a tiny bit closer to Lyre, to give the brute in her back a bit more space. The constant bumping into her as she took a step backward was getting annoying. Plus his muttering some woman should get glasses and watch out where she was dancing was rather obnoxious to his dance partner!

“Wow that is not bad at al Lyre. I should have guessed you would be a great dancer.” Teresa said with a wide grin as they stopped for a moment as the music stopped and the DJ was putting on a new song. Luckily it was not a slow dancing number, instead it was a rather hip song that only recently hit the charts. Very upbeat and a positive feel with it. “Oh btw, do you see that woman?” Terese asked with a grin as she broke out her dub step moves. It took her a few seconds to match the rythm, but it did seem appropriate and she liked the way her boots sounded when they hit the floor. “That girl is Leona. She is my guild mistress and I think a very nice person.” She said as she pointed a finger to the two girls dancing together. “If you want I could introduce you.” She said as she lowered her hand and diverted her full attention back to Lyre.

There probably were more guild members there, but to be fair she had not met a lot of them. Well she did know the regulars at the guild bar of course, but she had not seen them yet. Perhaps Amalia or Yuvie were also there, but she could not identify them from here. It was nice though to see Leona dancing and having a good time.

WC: 579
TWC: 2,454 + 579 = 3,033

@Lyretich
@Leona Jarnefeldt

Aven's eyes didn't leave Lilith, as she issued her silent challenge, explaining the rules. A major factor in their previous entanglement, competition between the two was as natural as breathing, and being in public didn't change a thing. After all, that's what this little swaray was about, who was Aven to complain?

He did, however, have a small anxiety about doing such an act in public. They were up on stage, and regardless of how distracted the other participants were, he and Lily were front and center. As Aven pondered the predicament, a pair of slender hands wrapped around his waist, caressing his midsection and pulling the two only a balloon's distance away. Lily was as impetuous as ever, her flirtatious aura beckoning out to him and drawing him in. The two had tangoed before, and he was well aware that this was her element, but the Alveron's competitive spirit wasn't so easily quashed. "That's a strange way to say, 'It's good to see you again'; and here, I'd begun to think you'd forgotten all about me!" He wore an award-winning smile, perhaps wider than usual; Aven hadn't expected the night to be half as interesting as it was turning out. He felt like he could be himself around Lilith, like he didn't need to put up any fronts or formalities, a luxury he wasn't often afforded. Wonder why...?

In the meantime, he responded in kind to Lily's advance, coiling his arms around hers and to the arch of her back, for leverage. In this contest, the two of them were a team, not rivals, and it was about time to find out how well they worked together. Locking his fingers together, Aven pulled her waist against his, straining the balloon between them; a bit uncomfortably, in fact, as he felt his... piece... pressed tightly to the side. A soft tinge of embarrassment flooded his cheeks, but only for a moment, before he reached down for a quick adjustment. Aven let out a quick peal of laughter, before re-entwining his hands behind Lily. "Well, at least we know that he didn't forget you."