From: babalon	Date: December 26th, 2010 11:24 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Mari/Emilie

Emilie always slunk around in peoples' kitchens. It gave her access to the best booze, the best boys, and the best discreet exit. It was from there she usually started her drunken adventures. In one hand she had a brandy snifter, the other a bottle of lemon-flavored vodka. She had been making giant-ass kamikazes.

"Holy shit is what I like to hear," Emilie smiled down at Mari, flashing teeth. "You look good," she complimented freely, the alcohol loosening her up a little. She wasn't slurring yet, and that was good. It was really about time she learned to pace herself.

She tugged the latex of her dress down, but to no avail as it snapped up again.

	From: cantspell	Date: December 26th, 2010 11:48 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Mari/Emilie/Ciaran

This party was full of dickheads.

Well, maybe not full of dickheads, that would be intolerable, but a good number had attended nonetheless.

As promised to the rather...eager girl he'd been speaking to over email, he'd swiped a bottle of Bell's whiskey from his aunt as well as bringing four nice, big bottles of vodka.

Nothing like a little (or a lot) of alcohol to make people forget that they were still gossiping about you for the next few hours.

He hadn't bumped into Mari yet, but that was down to skill rather than chance. Whenever he'd caught a glimpse of her he'd simply turned around and gone back the way he'd walked. It had worked so far, but now Ciaran's glass was empty and he was needed a top up.

Walking back to the kitchen, Ciaran kept his eyes out for the bouncy little brunette chatterbox but he didn't see her. Perhaps she'd beaten him to it?

Ciaran wasn't anywhere near drunk enough for that encounter.

Keeping his eyes on the floor, he found his way back to the vodka and unfastened the cap. So far, so good. Ciaran poured himself a glass and knocked it back, then refilled.

Better to be safe than sober.

	From: londonloves	Date: December 26th, 2010 11:54 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Mari/Emilie/Ciaran

Mari lit a cigarette and blew smoke away from Emilie, catching a glimpse of the new kid whilst her head was turned. She went to nudge Emilie in the ribs, but it looked like she had spotted him to.

"Should we say hello or what? What if he has a trigger word that makes him get all stabby and that's why all those kids got murdered at his last school" she whispered quickly to the older girl, not taking her eyes off Ciaran.

	From: babalon	Date: December 27th, 2010 12:20 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Mari/Emilie/Ciaran

Emilie's eyes tracked Ciaran's movements as he moved across the kitchen, and she was smirking all the while. "He doesn't look so bad," she mused. Though it should be noted that she sometimes found psychosis to be attractive. That much could probably have been assumed already.

"How many kids could he have possibly murdered if he's not in jail yet, anyway?"

	From: cantspell	Date: December 27th, 2010 12:48 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Mari/Emilie/Ciaran

He spun the cap back onto the bottle and tightened it, slowly becoming aware of a figure in the periphery of his vision.

Mari. So he hadn't escaped her after all.

Still, she hadn't approached him yet. She hadn't started talking yet, so there was still time for him to take his drink and get out of there.

Maybe he'd just put a little more in it in case she followed first...

There was a girl standing next to Mari, all legs and green hair. Ciaran didn't pay that much attention to other people, but he was pretty sure only one girl in school had green hair.

She seemed rather nice, actually.

Picking up his fuller glass, Ciaran snaked through the people in the kitchen, back out into the house.

	From: londonloves	Date: December 27th, 2010 12:58 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Mari/Emilie/Ciaran

"Aw, shit" Mari said as Ciaran disappeared. "How rude" she added with a pout, before filling her own drink up with whatever smelt the least offensive.

"They're not allowed to put the criminally insane in jail, right? Maybe they think he's a reformed character, but I saw on the Muggle news once about this kid who one day just went into his Physics class and blew everyone away."

	From: babalon	Date: December 27th, 2010 01:11 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Mari/Emilie/Ciaran

"Don't they put the criminally insane into asylums?" Emilie cocked a thin brow at Mari.

"Fuck it, I'm going after him." She pushed off the counter she had been leaning on, leaving the lemon vodka behind. She still had the brandy snifter clutched in her free hand, and it sloshed a little as she walked out of the kitchen.

	From: cantspell	Date: December 27th, 2010 01:30 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Mari/Emilie/Ciaran

He'd fixed his empty glass problem, temporarily fixed his Mari problem (although technically, that had fixed itself) and now all that remained was to fix the music problem.

In a way, Ciaran could see the method behind the tidal wave of shit music. They had to keep everyone happy, and to keep everyone happy you had to play a bit of everything. Fair enough, but Ciaran wanted to know just how long he'd have to suffer before a decent song found its way to the speakers.

He set his drink down beside the laptop. The playlist was open on the desktop and he scrolled down the list, sighing through the nose.

Happy hardcore? Who the FUCK had put that shit on here?!

	From: babalon	Date: December 27th, 2010 01:53 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Ciaran

Emilie padded after Ciaran, leaving Mari behind, though it wasn't incredibly difficult to follow him with the amount of music that was filling up the living room. Platform shoes on carpeting were already pretty hushed.

There was no use trying to get his attention by saying 'Hi', the stereo system was too loud. So she leaned on the entertainment center, drinking from the brandy snifter and waiting for him to look up.

She typed a message out on her mobile quickly, in the meantime.

	From: cantspell	Date: December 27th, 2010 02:13 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

There was something on here he liked! And just as he was about to give up on this shitty list. Ciaran tried to drag and drop a few of the songs so that they'd line up, but the laptop wasn't have any of it.

Oh well, one would do for now. He could always skip it along when the song finished.

Satisfied with his choice, he picked up his drink and was about to return to playlist browsing when he noticed a pair of long legs next to him. His eyes moved up the torso, pausing briefly at chest level before meeting the face.

Oh. Green haired chick. Was she following him?

	From: babalon	Date: December 27th, 2010 02:27 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Ciaran

Emilie smirked a little more, this new guy was pretty good at looking bewildered. Was it weird that she found that attractive? She held out her mobile to him, a message already typed out for him.

It's pretty rude to go fucking with other peoples' stereos, you know.

	From: cantspell	Date: December 27th, 2010 02:34 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

Ciaran frowned a little at the screen, mouthing the words as he read them. He smirked and shrugged his shoulders before taking out his phone to reply.

I had to, the music sucked.

	From: babalon	Date: December 27th, 2010 02:44 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Ciaran

Emilie snerked, side-eyeing the laptop before writing another reply on her phone. She held the phone back up to him, grinning now.

If it were my party, your ass would be in a sling right now.

	From: cantspell	Date: December 27th, 2010 03:01 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

He grinned back, shaking his head a bit as he typed out his reply.

I can put new found glory back on for you

He moved the cursor up the playlist to where it had been before he'd changed it, highlighting the song before turning his attention to the girl again. One little click and they were back to where they started...

	From: babalon	Date: December 27th, 2010 03:11 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Ciaran

Oh god, nearly anything was better than NFG. Emilie grabbed at Ciaran's wrist with her hand, trying to tug him away from the laptop.

"Dude, don't!" She laughed, though it was mostly muffled by the music.

	From: cantspell	Date: December 27th, 2010 03:21 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

He guessed that was a no to New Found Glory. With his free hand he deleted his characters and wrote out a new message.

Ok, what then?

	From: babalon	Date: December 27th, 2010 03:31 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Ciaran

Emilie arched a brow and let go of his wrist so that she could type out a new message to him.

What else did you have in mind, Pony Boy?

	From: cantspell	Date: December 27th, 2010 03:46 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

He gave the girl a look. Pony boy?

Ciaran turned to the laptop, scanning the playlist again. He had to admit, it wasn't all bad. Just...three quarters bad, maybe.

Finding something he liked, something fitting, he clicked play and The Clash cut off. A couple of people turned around to see who was dicking with the tunes, Ciaran just raised an eyebrow at the girl.

Well?

	From: babalon	Date: December 27th, 2010 04:22 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Ciaran

Emilie smiled in such a way at Ciaran that probably would have unsettled a more seasoned student at CCI, but someone who didn't know her well, like Ciaran, might call it... mischievous.

She held up her phone to him again, reclaiming her drink and sipping it nonchalantly while she waited for him to read.

I'm Émilie.

	From: cantspell	Date: December 27th, 2010 04:45 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

Mischievous fit the song, which had definitely been more of a challenge than mere preferece. He read her phone and then typed back a response.

Ciaran

He waited until she'd read his name, then deleted the text and started to write something else. He got about halfway through before changing his mind about typing out his message. Ciaran shoved his phone back into his pocket and leaned close to Emilie's ear. "Maybe we shouldn't stand right near the speakers."

	From: babalon	Date: December 27th, 2010 05:10 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Ciaran

Emilie nodded and grabbed his hand, pulling him back in the direction of the kitchen-- but then she realized Mari was probably still there. The last thing she wanted was Mari butting in and stalking them.

She turned back to Ciaran and spoke into his ear. "Join me for a smoke?"

	From: cantspell	Date: December 27th, 2010 05:28 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

Yeah, they didn't need to go that way. Mari was...nice, but standing in someone's kitchen, chatting to a nice girl was just not how things were meant to go right now.

Ciaran gave Emilie's hand a tug in the other direction, before leaning close to her ear again. "Yeah. We can go out the front door."

	From: babalon	Date: December 27th, 2010 02:14 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Ciaran

Emilie smirked, keeping close to him so they could speak. "Avoiding someone?" Her laughter was hushed against the music.

"Okay," She agreed, dragging him in the direction he'd tugged her, though it could hardly be called dragging when the person followed after you willingly.

Outside, the silence of the night was almost jarring. It was warm compared to New York. Only then did she let go of his hand, clicking open a small cigarette case she'd pulled from said jacket, perching a black cigarette between her lips. Sure, flavoured cigarettes were illegal now-- but wizard-run tobacco shops still sold a good equivalent to cloves.

She flipped open a small skull, about the size of a pot of lip gloss, and inside was a small, glowing ember that she lit her cigarette on. The smoke at the end of the cigarette curled into the pattern of a Celtic knot. Morrigan Darks. Gimmicky, but she still kept buying them.

"Kinda girly, I know. But they taste good," she offered, holding out her cigarette case and flame-less lighter.

	From: cantspell	Date: December 27th, 2010 03:04 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Re: Emilie/Ciaran

"Pretty much," he said. "She's uh...talkative."

And anything that took him away from someone talkative was definitely worth following willingly. If that 'anything' was wearing a short, tight dress...that was just a nice, big bonus really, wasn't it?

He took a cigarette from the case and tipped the end against the ember to light it. The noise from inside the house was still audible but it was highly muffled; filtered to a pleasnt hum of sociability. It served as a backing track to the sounds of outside.

Ciaran pressed his back against the wall and exhaled smoke through his nose. He always thought people looked a little like dragons when they did that.

Taking another drag from his cigarette, Ciaran let his eyes fall onto Emilie. That dress was doing a very good job of showcasing her assets. He watched as it became taut against her skin with the influx of breath, then slightly looser as she exhaled, losing a sliver of contact with those perky little breasts.

He exhaled again, eyeing the ground. "Not bad."

	From: babalon	Date: December 27th, 2010 04:38 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Emilie/Ciaran

Emilie watched his face intently, trying to figure out for herself if any of the rumors that she had heard over the past semester were true. They were in different houses, and different years-- she knew that.

The only thing she could surmise was that he was intensely interested in her tits.

This was unsurprising.

"Yeah. I'd like to think so." She laughed, and smoked her cigarette for a minute in silence, contemplating her next question. "So is it true what they say about you?"