From: cantspell	Date: January 8th, 2011 04:07 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Ciaran/Emilie

He followed dutifully as they moved further away from the vacant master bedroom containing that big, soft king sized bed and closer to the morons still partying it up downstairs.

Ciaran looked at Emilie, then scanned across the room. Their target was...a little hard to miss, really.

"I see him. What's he got?"

	From: babalon	Date: January 8th, 2011 11:03 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Ciaran/Emilie

"Pills. Some of them magical. I tried one once and I could have fucking sworn it was a sweet tart until the walls started changing colors." Emilie smirked, continuing back down the stairs.

"We're going to take them from him." She paused. "Or you can watch, if you prefer."

	From: cantspell	Date: January 8th, 2011 11:41 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Ciaran/Emilie

He raised a brow. "I'm not a spectator."

The raver kid probably didn't deserve to be shaken down for his stash, but LIKE HELL he was going to point that out now, or even worse, stand by on principle and let Emilie do all of the work.

Besides, he'd probably taken enough by now...and punching someone who was wearing that much neon would probably do more good for the world.

Ciaran led Emilie through the throng of drunken teens and over to their new little friend. He didn't seem to notice them at first. Pity.

He let go of Emilie's hand and took hold of the raver's wrist, twisting it up his back. When the kid started to struggle Ciaran did the same with the other wrist.

There, nice and subdued. Kind of.

	From: babalon	Date: January 9th, 2011 12:14 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Ciaran/Emilie

Emilie cocked an eyebrow, letting Ciaran lead the way. She was impressed, biting the side of her lip as she watched him subdue her target for her. Well, that was easy.

She definitely had to hang out with this kid at school.

Grinning, she tilted her head in front of the raver to get his attention. Immediately, the raver made a panicked face, glancing back at Ciaran and then back to Emilie once or twice. Probably wondering when the serial killer and the 'devil whore' started hanging out. Emilie laughed, and it was muffled by the noise of the party.

She spoke into the raver's ear. He shook his head frantically 'no', and Emilie scowled, looked up at Ciaran and tilted her head toward the back. "Outside." She mouthed.

	From: cantspell	Date: January 9th, 2011 12:37 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Ciaran/Emilie

Sometimes it was easier to simply do what a woman told you, and Ciaran was fairly certain that this was one of those times. Little raver kid had, however, failed to notice this and that...well, it certainly wasn't going to make his night better.

Ciaran gave Emilie a nod and shoved their new friend towards the back door. Occasionally he tried to stop Ciaran pushing him forwards, but that didn't work out.

He gave the kid a hard shove when they were on the porch, but kept hold of his shirt; little raver and his supply were going nowhere. Ciaran wrapped the boy's arms around his back again, hoping this wouldn't take long. He was on a promise, after all.

	From: babalon	Date: January 9th, 2011 01:35 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Ciaran/Emilie

Emilie smirked over at Ciaran, entirely too pleased with herself. The night was going better than she had thought-- though she hadn't thought it would end up anything like this. Something about tonight really sparked her... creative spirit.

The raver struggled in Ciaran's grasp and Emilie watched for a moment, smiling. Like a child pulling legs off an ant. Shaking herself as if having been distracted from something shiny, and searched the boy's pockets. He squirmed the whole time, squeakily protesting for her to stop.

And then she found it. A prescription bottle full of candy-looking pills that seemed to sparkle a little in the low light. Jackpot. She tutted at him, shaking the bottle of pills.

His only response was 'You're a fucking bitch', which, of course, just pissed her off and prompted a quick and unapologetic punch to his nose. Those brass knuckles with the little rosettes on them left a nasty-looking bloody imprint.

	From: cantspell	Date: January 9th, 2011 11:03 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Ciaran/Emilie

Ciaran smirked and shook his head. With a response like that, he really wasn't surprised that the kid took a hit to the nose. You didn't speak to women like that, especially if they were robbing you. That was just foolish.

He gave the kid a hard shove, knocking him off the porch and onto...flowers? Grass? A spike pit? Who cares? He was useless now that they had their little pick me ups.

And now that they had accomplished this task, wasn't it time that they went back upstairs? Ciaran slipped an arm around Emilie's waist. "We should go and claim that room back before someone else does."

	From: babalon	Date: January 12th, 2011 12:22 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Ciaran/Emilie

Emilie watched their poor dayglo clad mugging victim practically somersault backward off the railing. There was a faint, and painful sounding thud-- which she found pretty satisfying.

Her attention finally wavered when Ciaran's arm slipped around her waist. She laughed breathily, popping the cap of the bottle and placed one of the slightly glowing pills under her tongue, licking the sparkly, vaguely cherry flavored residue off of her fingers.

"I like the way you think."