Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): Its a bit low-class; definitely run down with
that perfect mixture of grime and spunk that sent shivers of adrenaline rushing
down Andy's spine.
She stalks into the bar like she owns it, dressed to kill in skin tight jeans that
are show more skin then they cover and a triangle of black that barely covers
her full breasts and leaves her powerful arms and gloriously inked back bare to
the eye.
Felisa Espinosa (Night): She came in after the not-so-usual nip in
the parking lot, where by she was seen by a young fellow, was liked by said
young fellow, and was taken to the car by said young fellow. Groping ensued,
the Kiss was involved, and both parties were happy by the outcome, although Felisa didn't think that she would see that one again. One
of those random moments she supposed.
There was the usual thing at the door. Felisa wanted
her cigarettes, she wanted to go into the bar to get them, and the bouncers
took one look and thought "Well, you're a young thing."
There was a bit of conversation that followed.
Felisa Espinosa (Night): d10: manip+sub:
4,7,4,2,7,5,3,
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): Andy props herself at the bar, eyes roving
and settling on the door. She grins and wolf whistles sharply to get the
bouncer's attention. "She's with me. Let her in boyos."
Felisa Espinosa (Night): That was a good thing, because although she
was making a little progress, it was tough going there for a few minutes. Her
face settled into a little grin at the sight of the big girl, looking yummy as
usual, and she skipped over to give the amazon a hug
and a hair ruffle.
"I haven't seen you in forever, tastycake. Where
have you been hiding? I think you've been working out a bit, yeah? You seem
more cut."
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): She hugs Fel tight and playfully growls in
her ear before pulling back and flexing. "I have been. Seems we got some wanna be nazi fuckheads
running around gay bashing."
Felisa Espinosa (Night):
: "I saw that. Seems
being bisexual is a high crime around these here parts," she said, hopping
up to the stool. She laid some money down for the bartender; pack of Camels please, and here's a tip. No, I don't drink.
She looked at Andy and smiled a little. "I don't think they'll come near
you hon, you radiate a certain badass quality. That
and you have friends in high places."
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): "It ain't me
I'm worried about. One of my boys is bi and he ain't
ashamed of it." She sighs. "And I'm all ready on their shit list. I
got up in their leader's face last night."
Felisa Espinosa (Night):
: "You did? Holy
shit..."
She laughed at that, a high, mad cackle. Good for you Andy, but please don't
get killed. I'm rather fond of you. "So c'mon, don't keep a chica in suspense. What happened?"
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): "He's got a little snitch. Seems she's
been listening in where she don't belong. Knew what I
did for a living but had some of my...familial relations wrong. He was amused, his little girl's going to get her face beat to a
pulp."
Felisa Espinosa (Night):
: "You know what they
say honey. Snitches get stitches. Shitty thing to have to deal with
though," she said, packing her ciggies on the
bar. She pulled one out of the pack and lit it.
"So. speaking as a girl
who doesn't want to have to deal with these thugs... er,
are they just milling around waiting for the gay protest to start so they can
sweep in again? Or are they just doing the usual thing, playing for opportunity
to arise? Y'know, like seeing a couple nuzzling in the park or something."
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): "They attacked a couple coming out of Saphic," she says softly, brow furrowing. "They
attack at random and as soon as a pride event or protest starts they're going
to be there in force and there won't be much anyone can do to stop them. They
use dogs..."
Felisa Espinosa (Night):
: "They don't sound
like the typical skinhead types, I have to admit. Usually all I see with those
louts is a lot of beer drinking and the occasional fight. Y'know, wayward youth? But
these guys are fucking serious, and worse, they're fucking organized and their
battle tactics are sound."
She mused for a moment, chuckling darkly. "I keep my affairs private. But
then again, I'm a can-kicker, Puerto Rican. That doesn't help matters."
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): "I don't think my ethnic background
helped me out much either, hon." She frowns softly. "His little bitch
called me a whore," she says then, tongue worrying briefly at her teeth as
she turns to the bar and lifts a hand. The bar tender, obviously familiar with
her, sets a bottle of tequilla and a glass down in
front of her. She pours the shot slowly, carefully. "Said
I was disgusting."
Felisa Espinosa (Night):
: She took Andy's hand and
kissed it, smirking.
"I don't want you to take that deep, do you hear? You're not a whore and
you certainly are not a disgusting person. I know disgusting people when I see
them Andy; they're disgusting. You're unique, and you're beautiful and you're
very charming."
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): "And I fuck animals for fun," she
says with a sigh, clinging to Fel's hand. "Hell, even Frankie has issues
with it sometimes," she murmurs, shaking her head. "Sometimes, when
people say shit, my morals start to scream and I start to wonder and then I
remember that its just part of who I am."
Felisa Espinosa (Night):
: "Morals are a
product of culture, Andy. It is the view of the many, made into a ruling that
is supposednly for the good of all. The problem with
that is that existence isn't so cut and dried," she said, looking into
Andy's eyes. "Take this skinhead thing for instance. A man having sex with
another man, what is that really? It's a sharing of love,
it's a realtionship regardless of the fact that the
net result will be a lack of a child. But the crushing masses say that it's
wrong. And these skinheads will go so far as to murder people for being what
they truly are."
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): "I know. That's what has me so angry
and so scared. If they'll kill people for loving, what will they do to me? The
girls they attacked...they raped one of them."
Felisa Espinosa (Night):
: "So I had
heard."
She fell silent for a moment or two, then hugged Andy.
It was the thing that people did in such matters (Monkey see, Monkey do).
"That is terror. They are trying to prove a point through fear. This leader. The one you talked to... what was he like?"
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): "Arrogant. Cold.
I honestly think he believes he's doing the world a favor. That he's culling
those he feels are weak, simply based on the way God made them..."
Felisa Espinosa (Night):
: "That suggests
rigid thinking. Inflexible. Hard."
She leaned back a little, giving Andy her space if she needed it. "Tell me
Andy. You remember the story of the reed and the oak?"
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): She nods. "The reed bent in the storm and
survived. The oak, because it was rigid, was snapped in two." She sighs
and leans back into Fel. "This is just too much. Its fucking bull
shit," she says, slamming the shot finally.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Ooooo-pen? *G*))
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): ((Sure dear-heart!))
Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Life is bullshit Andy. If you're lucky you get a
pair a hip waders and a gask mask while you wade
through the stench. But anyway. The solution to the
problem is pretty fucking obvious. There's a leader, the one they look up to,
the one directing the show. Break his brain. Break his nerve. Be flexible. He
can't be flexible, because his brain doesn't work that way, it's a classic case
of tunnel vision. You have an advantage, Andy. Use it."
She looked down at the amazon and smiled. "Are
you getting depressed? You'd better not be getting depressed. I'll find all
your tickle spots."
Felisa Espinosa (Night): ((Yuppers))
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): "I'm angry. I'm not depressed Fel. I'm
fucking pissed off. That dick-for-brains thinks he knows what's right for the
rest of the world and while I can honor his intentions his fucking method sucks
hairy monkey balls!"
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Speaking
of pissed off. The door opens up, and in the man steps. He's dressed in the
usual look...leather trench with a lace-up shirt, leather pants, and steel-toed
boots. The man has a defenite predatory look...he's
on the hunt for something or someone. Hair is pulled tightly back into a ponytail, face is shaved down to a goatee.
Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Andy do not hate your enemies, it
leads to clouded thinking and poor judgement. I
forget where i saw that... oh yes, Godfather 3. Not
as bad as people make it out to be, but not very good
either. Still, it had it's moments."
Andy got a tickle anyway. With a body like that how could you not touch it?
"I'm serious Andy. You have the solution right there in front of you. His
weakness is obvious. Do not try to match him strength for strength, that's
playing into his vision."
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): "Can I at least break the little blond
bitch's face," she asks, squirming and laughing richly as Fel tickles her.
Felisa Espinosa (Night): d10: per+alert: 9,8,10,8,8,
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Alert:
5,4,8,2,6,8,
Moira Connolly: ((is it safe? banality
wise for a faerie to play? if not i'll toss In magelet))
Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Reality is what you can get away
with," she answered, smirking at Andy's squirming. "Robert Anton
Wilson. But anyway, if it makes you feel better, and you won't get put into the
hospital for it, by all means break both her legs. She sounds as if she needs a
good crack somewhere."
She scanned the bar, the club. Felisa zeroed in on a
familiar face. Seems he missed a spot with the shaving, but it wasn't of any
real import.
"Damn. He looks pissed."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His
eyes scan over the place, narrowed, face twisted into a frown as he does. No one, no one, no one...Hello. His eyes fall on Felisa and Andrea, and his lips quirk a little. He makes
his way in that direction, pulling out a cigarette and lighting up on the way.
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): ((Umm..*LOL* I'd
say Magelet may work better. There's lots of rage and
angst in her etonight.)=)
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): "Who," she asks, her eyes
widening as they land on Aerin. He'd saved her ass once and she'd never even
found out his name. "Damn. He does."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Aerin
& Fel are probably fine on Banality...not so sure on Andrea, per the
chart.))
Felisa Espinosa (Night): ((Fel's a 6, so she's fairly good. Hell,
Moody's a 4))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Fel,"
he says, walking up to the table with a brief nod to her. "Andrea."
Never forget a name if you can...that's the rule. And Andy is rather
unforgettable. "The Answer to that Final Jeopardy Question is: Name two
people you wouldn't expect to find together in a random bar."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Aerin's
a 4, too. But let's not get the angry ragey boy
enchanted please, hmmm? :) ))
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): She grins slightly at Aerin and runs her
fingers along his gut. Woman cannot resist a good looking man and he's yummy
enough to touch. "Why wouldn't we be hanging together? She's my best
friend."
Moira Connolly: ((yeah its
safe :) )
Felisa Espinosa (Night): "I'm guessing what has you tied in
knots is what has Andy tied in knots, maybe?" she
asked the apporaching Aerin, lighting another
cigarette. "I haven't seen you in a while. How's the job?"
Moira Connolly: ((Moira
only enchants those she feels she can trust :) ))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He
smirks a little bit at Andy, not pulling away from the touch. "You know,
Andrea? In this city, that makes perfect sense." Felisa's
coment gets the smile dropping from his face. "Could be. I'm not a happy little camper. And the job
is good."
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): "Ooh. Lemme
guess blond bitch and the reincarnation of Hitler," she asks, fingers
still teasing about the top of Aerin's pants. Playful.
Seductive.
Moira Connolly: Moira opens
the door glancing about her normally done up elegant hair braided into two pig
tails. to go with the hair she wears a short pleated
skirt of black and purple pinstripes. her corset
matching the skirt. on top her head is a Irish cap. Fishnets going down to her kneelength
boots. she glances around idly.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Moira,
Andrea would register as a 7 on the Banality chart, FYI.))
Moira Connolly: ((its ok 8
would be dangerous. 7 is average mortal. and the other can make her tolerable. ))
Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Nobody seems to be these nights. But
that's... well, that's just another night in the office. I was just giving my
opinion on the foreskins... er, skinheads. Seems to
me that the solution to the problem is obvious, but the actual process may be a
bit tricky. I don't want Andy getting hurt," she said.
Felisa Espinosa (Night): d10: per+alert: 4,8,1,2,2,
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Baah, Aerin's more then dangerous enough on his own without
silly Bnality. *G*)) "Yeah, that would be
why." He nods to Andy, smirk returning a little bit when she gets playful.
"And their many friends." He looks over at Felisa. "Yeah, I'm working on it. You guys mind if I
sit?"
Moira Connolly: d10: per alert: 3,4,6,3,8,
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): "Not at all, cutie," Andy purrs,
turning away from Aerin to pour herself another shot of tequilla.
Felisa Espinosa (Night): Pigtails, a corset and fishnets... and Felisa didn't notice a bit. Aerin's anger, that constant
whiff of potential violence, must have been distracting. "Please. Sit. I
don't mind, and Andy certainly doesn't mind," she said.
She blew a smoke ring and thought for a moment. "So what do you have to
say about all of this?"
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): She downs the shot quickly and then pours
and downs another, a quick shudder racing through her frame before she resumes
her lean against Fel, kicking her long legs up into Aerin's lap.
Moira Connolly: Seeing a
vaguely familer face she moves towards the table
slowly. Her feminine hips having that to natual sway
to them. she glance to the bar pondering on testing
her luck, but decides to play it smart.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He
raises a brow at Andy, his smirk widening some, and then takes a seat on the
breathing side of the table. He leans forward to ash into the tray. "What
do I have to say? Easy. The problem is being handled.
Not everyone who swings one way or another has a limp so wrist they can't turn
it into a fucking fist."
John Dante: ((Room for
another in the bar of much anger? *s*))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Honestly,
being at work, it's already getting to a point where I may have to pull. Can only handle scenes that are so big.))
Moira Connolly: ((heh Moira is getting stalked! *ducks*))
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): "You don't look limp wristed to me," Andy purrs. "But yeah. I got a
boy who is and I'm worried. I'm not sure what my ex will do to protect
him," she says, frowning. "May have to go knock on
Craven's door."
Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Aheh. I
think I might be in that category. Regardless. You
just know there's going to be a rally of some sort. People, y'know,
reacting. I hope it's handled before that happens."
That was what one was supposed to say, at least. Andy started to get a shoulder
rub.
John Dante: ((Hey no probs, I can catch play later Rav
*s*, you guys have fun))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He
snorts at Andy's words. "Pardon me, Andy, bout I don't have faith that
Craven will go out of his way to protect things. It's not politically safe for
him and his business. And for the record, yes, I do go both ways. And what the
others are afraid to do, I'm not."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Thanks,
Judas. *Hugs*))
Moira Connolly: Eventually
she reaches Fel's table taking she grins as she nods to Fel "heya Fel right?"
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): Andy groans sensually at the shoulder rub
and all but melts. "Nothing wrong with that Aerin.
Least you don't do dogs," she says with a wicked grin. "A rally would
be bad...We don't want to give them an excuse to mass."
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He
looks up at Moira, frowning a little bit as he watches her. Someone he doesn't
know...his eyes pass over her appraisingly, something like a hawk watching a
mouse it's about to swoop down on.
Felisa Espinosa (Night): She looked over when somebody called her
name. Wow. hadn't seen that one in a couple of months.
Felisa lifted an eyebrow.
"Please tell me you don't know how to do The Bump. With hips like that you
can kill a man. Moria... holy shit. How are you, dancing queen?"
Moira Connolly: she leans
against the table "i know hot to do the bump but
have been forbidden." she grins glancing to the other with a nod. it seems Aerin's predory look
doesn't bother her. "how have you been Fel"
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): She sits up and kisses Fel's cheek before
sliding into Aerin's lap, straddling him with a wicked stirring of her hips and
murmuring in his ear. "Wanna hit the
backroom?"
Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Well enough. I've got my ills but suck, so does everybody, yeah? Just gotta
keep going on, busting ass and busting asses, as needed."
She put out the ciggie in the ashtray, content to
hear Andy's happy groans. "Y'know Aerin I never knew
that about you. Smaller world than I figured. Didn't know you
had such a stake in the matter."
Andy got a little smile. "And how are YOU doing, squirmy?"
Felisa Espinosa (Night): ((Whoops, too slow. Edit as needed))
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He
raises an eyebrow as Andy straddles him, and grins a little bit, hands coming
to rest on her sides. "That would be nice..." A
chance for the two of them to talk without...others present.
Felisa Espinosa (Night): d10: per+emp: 7,1,2,2,8,
Felisa Espinosa (Night) -> Aerin Thomas
[PB 3]: ((To you. But only one sux))
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): She grins softly at Aerin and nips his ear,
hand slipping between them to touch him briefly before she slides from his lap
and saunters towards the back.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He does
look over to Moira, though. The fact that she's not concerned about him...that
means she's damn well not normal. He takes a moment to focus, taking a breath
through his nose.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Felisa Espinosa (Night):
((Angry...that good ol' Garou rage going on. This whole thing has him
constantly, consistantly on edge. He's ready to kill
folk. And he doesn't trust Moira at all.))
Moira Connolly: She keeps
her attention on Fel waiting for the two to move off. after
hearing the comment.
Moira Connolly: Once they
move of her soft figure relaxed and she smiles to Fel "mind if i join yah?"
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Scent True Form-WP: 7,3,10,2,8,
Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Andy? Coming back to us?"
She rolled her eyes and tittered. Good old Andy. Anybody that fucks dogs has to
have something going for them. She turned to face Moira patting the stool next
to her. "Need a drink?"
Moira Connolly: She nods
her head "i left my wallet at home" she
pouts a little.
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): "When I"m
done with the stud puppy, you bet," she purrs, glancing over her shoulder
with a wicked grin.
Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: His
eyes narrow a little bit at Moira, and then his breath sucks in, distracted a
little when Andy teases him. He smirks, shaking his head, and rises.
"Pardon me, ladies." And on he walks, after Andy.
Felisa Espinosa (Night): "What do you want hon?
I'm feeling generous."
And really, she didn't have to spend much money on things like... well, food
for one. Aerin got a look, but Felisa didn't say a
word. Maybe a good lay would calm him a bit.
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): She reaches back to catch Aerin's hand,
dragging his body hard against hers as she leads him through the curtain.
Moira Connolly: "i hope so, hes kinda...i don't know the
word" she looks to Fel "uhhmm what drink do
they have here."
Andrea Angotti (Random Bar): ((Dropping my nic
till Andy returns!*G*))
Andrea Angotti: She drags Aerin against her as she leads him
to the back room, playing it up for her own enjoyment if nothing else, her body
pressed tightly to his.
Aerin Thomas: He's certainly not one to avoid playing that up...his arms slide
around her waist, fingers of one hand playing along her waist line as he brings
his other hand up to glide over the skin of her abdomen, up to the bottom
ribs. He leans in to her ear, whispering
quietly. "So, you up for providing
a little help to dealing with these fuckers?"
Andrea Angotti: "Mnnn. Happily," she purrs, shivering at that
light touch, her body coming alive. She
loved her honey, rather dearly but damn she loved a new sensation.
Aerin Thomas: "Good." He pulls
her off to a shadowed area of the back room and presses himself up against her. He leans down to bring his lips to the line
of her neck. "I've got a group
getting together. We're going to be
striking back...catching them alone.
Problem is, we're lacking something in the way
of one main thing...firepower. I need
someone who can get me access to silver, and if you've got skill with a gun,
that may come in handy too. Plus whatever other talents you can donate to the cause."
Andrea Angotti: She laughs softly and curls her thigh around
his hip, pressing her body tightly against his, rolling her hips. "I think I may be able to get silver, if
I ask nicely," she purrrs. "Guns aren't my thing but I'm real good
at morale," she says, twining fingers in his hair as her other hand slides
beneath his shirt to skim nails along his back.
Aerin Thomas: He groans a little bit, and his hand slides further up as he
presses his hips forward against hers.
Fingers brush at the edge of that triangle covering her breasts. "I can see that," he says with a
low chuckle, and he nips lightly at her neck.
He sildes his other hand just barely under her
waistline. "The silver would be
much appreciated, if you can. We've got
a few things coming together. Now...tell
me a little about this girl."
Andrea Angotti: "Blond. Pretty," she whispers,
moaning softly, her hand dropping between them to shape him hot and hard
between her fingers. "Likes
to ramble away in German. She
hangs on the nazi's every word."
Aerin Thomas: A low, lustful growl emerges from his throat, and he moves up under
that top to close a strong hand over her breast, kneading the flesh there. "You think it's an act to get inside, or
legit? Someone's suggested infiltration
may have been a goal of hers...have to be
sure." He unsnaps her fly and drags
the zipper down before dipping his hand inside to slide over her sex, followed
by a sharp nip to the side of her throat.
Andrea Angotti: "Legit.
She's a zealot," Andy pants, baring her throat to him, her hand
working his sipper down to slip inside and stroke his sex. "She fed him info about me..."
Aerin Thomas: "Oh, fuck..." His
middle finger slips inside her, stroking over her clit a few times as his
already quite-hardened length is given attention...hot to her touch. "The little bitch..." He works his
mouth along her throat and neck...hard bites followed by soothing licks. The hand under her top finds the nipple,
tweaking hard. "We'll take care of
it, then. There are those...Goddess...there's
a few people who think she should be tossed away for safekeeping, but not
harmed, and then brought to the Truthcatcher."
Andrea Angotti: "I'm going to kill her," she
whispers, panting, her thumb flicking over the head of him as she drops one
hand to her pants, pushing them down. Her boots come off with a clatter. "She betrayed her people and all
kin. She reveled in the rape of that
poor girl," she whispers, pressing her pierced breasts into his hand.
Aerin Thomas: "Keep that quiet from Mercury, if you plan to," he moans,
keeping his hand working inside her.
"He'll flip if he knows you plan that." His head lowers to her shoulder, teeth
clamping down, but carefully. Hard enough to have definite effect, but making sure not to mark. He helps her push her pants down, and then
dips his hand from her breasts to wrap around her waist. He picks her up and backs up against the wall,
so they can have better leverage, his breath coming hard and fast...hips
rolling up against her hand.
Andrea Angotti: "Fuck," she whispers, panting as
she frees him from his pants, guiding him to her aching, wet sex. "I don't know him...shouldn't be too
hard," she murmurs. "That man
will break himself. He's rigid...Inflexible," she says softly. "We have to bend around him. Flow like water so
that he can't get a grip."
Aerin Thomas: "He has no idea what he's in for," he gasps, his body
wracked with a shiver as he pushes himself inside. As angry as he's been, as on edge, he just
drives in hard and fast, his hand around her wiast
tightening as he starts to pound into her.
Another finger joins the first inside her, flicking expertly over her
clit. "He has no clue
how...FUCK...how ruthless we can be.
He's...throwing himself at a wall, and that wall's going to crush
him. Him and...the
rest of them..."
Andrea Angotti: "God!" She lifts a hand to craddle her head and keep it from slamming against the wall
with the force of his thrusts. Her eyes
widen and then she closes them, reveling in the sensation of his thick sex
pounding into her. Protection could
wait...birthcontrol could wait. Her long legs clench tightly around his hips
and she moves against him. "Fuck me...Show me how bad you want them dead, Aerin..."
Aerin Thomas: "Fuck..." He
growls, a sound low, deep in his throat...positively animalistic. He drives himself in and out of her, his arm
wrapped tightly around her waist as he thrusts into her with a ferocity that
would absolutely shock most who know the Gaian.
"We're going to rip them apart, Andrea," he rumbles between
gasps. "Piece by
fucking piece."
Andrea Angotti: "I can take more," she promises
gently, knowing how badly he needs to purge his soul. "Shift up...just a bit," she adds
between low, heated moans of pleasure, her lips finding his neck as she curls
her arm tightly around him. She nips and
licks his skin, reveling in the wet sound of him slipping in and out of her
sex.
Aerin Thomas: The sound that he makes is one of surprise, but he groans and then
focuses, shifting up into Glabro, growing in height
and weight of course...and girth. His
hand slips out just before...those sharp nails aren't good down-there...and he
curls his hands around her hips, snarling a little as he drives himself into
her again and again...teeth grazing over her skin. Starting at the neck, then dipping
lower...his strong hands hold her securely as he leans
her back, his lips dropping to her breasts.
Andrea Angotti: "Ohn,
God...I've missed this," she whispers, letting him arch her back, her body
moving strongly against his. "We'll
show them just how not useless wwe are...We'll sweep
through the Sept and leave destruction and ...God...healing...in
our wake. Aerin!"
Her body tenses hard, the added size driving her quickly over the edge and
bringing her up again.
Aerin Thomas: Her reactions push him further on, and he changes the positions of
his arms...one around her waist to support her and let her lean back against it
to arch to him, and the other hand pressing against the wall...giving them the
space to fuck in. He grazes his teeth
over her pierced nipples...one, then the other, slowling
his thrusts just long enough to do that without doing serious damage, though
it's not quite gentle, either. He
immediately quicks up the pace again, pounding into
her until his shoulders tense, his climax coming close to fruition.
Andrea Angotti: "Yes...God, Aerin...Fuck me," she
whimpers, her legs tightening around his hips to keep him from pulling free.
Her hand twines in his ponytail, wrapping tightly as her inner muscles clench.
Aerin Thomas: The arm around her suddenly tightens, pressing her tightly against
him as he thrust up once more, filling her completely. His growl is muffled into her neck as he
climaxes, his seed spilling deeply inside her as his body is wracked with
shudders.
Andrea Angotti: She clutches him against her, hands unwinding
his hair, soothing him by rubbing his back in slow, gentle circles. "Oh...Thank you..."
Aerin Thomas: As he comes down from the high created from his climax, his grip on
her loosens a bit to be less constricting, though the other arm comes up to support
her...almost cradle her against him, protectively. His hand rises to smooth
over her hair a little bit. "Thank
you, too," he murmurs against the skin of her throat.
Andrea Angotti: "You're welcome, Aerin," she
murmurs, pulling back to kiss his lips softly.
"Its what Gaia made me for..."
Aerin Thomas: He smiles and returns the kiss.
"I like to that Gaia made you for more then just that...though I'm
not complaining about that aspect."
He raises his lips to kiss her forehead and then nuzzle her temple lightly. "Don't worry about your boys, as you
said. We're not going to let anything
happen to them, all right?"
Andrea Angotti: "All right," she says softly,
hugging him. "HOpe
your honey doesn't get mad," she murmurs, blushing.
Aerin Thomas: His lips purse. "Yeah...me, too."
He sighs and hugs her back before setting her feet back down on the
ground, then shifting back to his natural form.
"Hope yours doesn't, either.
Whoever that is."
Andrea Angotti: "Frankie'll
deal," she says with a fond smile. " he loves
me and he understands that I'm not the best at monogomy." She gently straightens his hair. "If
your hunny doesn't...Well, we didn't use protection . You
could claim breeding."
Aerin Thomas: He chuckles a bit as she fusses with his hair. "Yeah, maybe. Though I'm thinking that the thought that I
was about to lose it, and you had to do something to calm me down is closer to
the truth...and frankly, not far off."
He looks back to the main room.
"Whoever that person is with Fel...be careful. I don't trust her. She's...not human, exactly. And, in case you didn't know, neither is
Fel."
Andrea Angotti: She blinks slowly. "Fel ain't human?"
Aerin Thomas: "No." He shakes
his head. "Granted, everything I've
gotten off her makes her seem like a decent person,
all things considered...but she's not.
She's a leech."
Andrea Angotti: "Oh fuck me," Andy mutters, sorrow
touching her eyes.
Aerin Thomas: "Yeah." He
nods. "Now, I don't have a normal
outlook on the damn things, and if you've heard the rumors around the Sept, you
probably know that. Some of them are
trying to not be Wyrmspawn, even. Though, despite those rumors, I don't
advocate screwing them." A slightly bitter smirk.
"Just...be aware about it.
And you have my cell number, if you ever feel threatened by her in any
way." He sighs, straightening his
clothes and bending over to get her boots for her before rising. He reaches out and brushes his hand over her
jaw. "Sorry. But you had to know. What you do with the knowledge is up to
you."
Andrea Angotti: "She's my friend. I do don't girls
unless I"m getting paid," she says softly,
nuzzling her cheek into his hand before she pulls up her panties and jeans,
reveling in the stickyness. "Its..I'll be fine."
Aerin Thomas: "Yeah, I know."
((Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Emp: 8,8,7,7,4,8,1,))
Andrea Angotti: "Oh. So you've seen my movies," she
asks brightly. (She's confused. Sad. Realizing how much she missed being with
Garou. Still hurting
pretty badly from last night.)
Aerin Thomas: "No, I haven't."
He smiles a little. "I meant
that I know it'll be fine." He
leans in and kisses her temple, then takes a step back. "I'm serious, Andrea. If you need anything, let me know. I'll do what I can to help."
Andrea Angotti: She nods. "I will Aerin. I'll talk to the Don about weapons and to
Frankie. He'll do whatever I need to
keep my boys safe."
Aerin Thomas: He nods. "All
right. I'd better take off...I
need to go do some recon. Frankly, I
kind of just expected to be in and out of the bar for a quick drink to take the
edge off." He grins softly. "Though this worked better, I
think."
Andrea Angotti: "Mn. It
did," she says, offering him a wickedly sweet littel
grin.
Aerin Thomas: He chuckles and nods.
"Tell Fel hi for me, and ask her to give me a call. If she doesn't have my cell, feel free to
give it to her." He steps forward
to wrap his arms around her in a hug, then steps away. "Take care of yourself, and be safe. See you later."
Andrea Angotti: "Ciao, baby-doll," she purrs, winking as she saunters out of the room.
Andrea Angotti: Andy saunters out of the backroom with a cat-in-the-cream grin and
a saucy, slightly pained, sway to her full hips.
Moira Connolly: She takes
another sip of her drink setting the glass down.
Andrea Angotti: She makes her way back to the table and sprawls out in a chair, her
legs settling on Fel's legs.
Moira Connolly: She looks
over to Andrea with a grin understanding the look and sway.
Felisa Espinosa: "Is he better? Are you better? Did you get...
well, your plans taken care of?"
Felisa gave Andy a saucy little smile. "You know
you could have picked a hotel. I can't imagine humping on boxes of old taps
being very comfortable."
Andrea Angotti: "Wall," she says cheerfully. Her eyes though, when they
settle on Fel regard her differently, maybe a bit warily.
Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+emp: 8,9,4,3,7,
Andrea Angotti: She wriggles a bit closer to Fel and then offers her a smile.
Felisa Espinosa: She looked, and rolled her eyes. Thank you for making my existence that much bleaker.
Well. It didn't take a rocket scientist. One day Felisa
would have to do the same to him and make him see... and remind him on how he
tipped his hand tonight. "Andy. What is it?"
Andrea Angotti: "Nothing, hon." Her smile warms and she shakes her head,
reaching out to pluck Fel's cigarette from her hand. "I just got the snot
fucked out of me. I'm good."
Moira Connolly: She looks betwen the two curiously
Felisa Espinosa: "You're acting curiously. But."
She paused, looking into Andy's eyes.
She smiled a little.
"Well. I guess you're curious."
Andrea Angotti: She smiles and drops her head to Fel's shoulder, taking a puff of
the cigarette.
Felisa Espinosa: "How do you feel, Andy? Be
honest."
She looked at Moira, and at her martini. "Did you want another one of
those?"
Andrea Angotti: "Sore. Confused," she admits. "But I'll be
okay."
Moira Connolly: She shakes
her head "would be bad is i strolled home and
tripped over the couch drunk" she grins.
Felisa Espinosa: "I didn't know you lived with your
family," she said, bemused, and then she looked down at Andy and sighed.
"I hope it doesn't change things. Well, it does... but... I think you know
what I mean."
Andrea Angotti: "I getcha, Fel. We'll figure it out.
Promise, chica. You really
are my best fuckcing friend, y'know?"
Moira Connolly: She looks
to Fel "i'm staying with my uncle until the dorm
rooms open again." she grins.
Felisa Espinosa: She smirked a little. Her finger trailed a
circle on the counter, and for a moment, just a brief few seconds of time, the
mask fell away.
The poker face was gone. It was replaced by empathy, and Felisa
looked at Andy and let her see the teenager that she was. And it didn't really
have anything to do with being dead. It was more a matter of keeping the world
away, keeping the bad things at arm's length.
She spoke.
"You do more for me, Andrea Angotti, than you
will ever, ever know."
The mask returned.
Moira Connolly: She looks
to the two "maybe i should give you both some a
lone time"
Andrea Angotti: "I'm glad sweety," she murmurs,
leaning up to kiss Fel's cheek gently.
Felisa Espinosa: "Dorm rooms..."
She took the kiss. Fel's skin was warm to the touch. Whenever she was with
mixed company she kept it that way. It was a well practiced thing. "You're
not a freshman are you?" she said, trying to do two things at once.
She returned the kiss, and whispered.
"Thank you."
Andrea Angotti: "And on that note, I gotta jet. Gotta tell my sweety I shagged a hotty in the back room,"
she murmurs, standing.
Moira Connolly: She blinks
"going to be a sophmore"