"Easy does it now," Nadine coaxed as the flames evolved and flourished under their combined excitement. Gabriel's control seemed easy enough, perhaps under his state of mind or the supernatural connection that allowed trust to connect their efforts together. She was gradually giving him the reign over the enchanted flame now, knowing that her whispered spell and their mixed blood moved the fire by the will of their confidence.

Nadine's complete knowledge was novice at best, many of the remedies to craft this madness were jotted down in a small notebook and typed out in length on her laptop at home. A lot of what Cassie had given her to start with lead very little beyond these small victories. Still, this moment fulfilled her unimaginably, and it was an unguarded instinct that convinced her to slip into his lap, straddling her friend down on the toilet seat. "Don't take your eyes off the flame!" She reminded, swiftly grabbing his wrists and cradling them up between their chests. The soft glow embellished orange flickers over their faces and when she met his eyes it was in the manner of a wicked master. She measured him briefly, settling her boots around the white ceramic base, digging the balls of her feet down till the thick soles squeaked on the linoleum floor.

"Just give me a moment to light this up, Gabe." Nadine leaned over the counter to reach out for her blunt. While he sat still, stunned or in awe she wasn't going to assume, her weight balanced back into the slope of his lope. When Nadine took the roll between her lips she took a deep, long inhale that called each flame to the ignited end. And in that single strong drag she had sucked the magic from his fingertips, sighing the release out through her nose. The thick smoke tendrils played over the ring of her septum piercing as she offered him the blunt, about to speak--when a sickly crack broke the locked door, popping this magic cherry.

When her head swiveled toward the sound it gave another groan and slammed open against the bathhroom wall. Bent on its hinges, splintered at the handle, a behemoth of a muscle bound joker lay on his hands and knees. He caught himself after catapulting through the bathroom door, drunk and blood from his fists, the music flooding the new situation in chaos. "Hot damn--get your shit," Nadine was scooping up her belongings, grabbing Gabriel's trinkets toss them idly. The guy didn't appear too quick or angry anymore on the floor. But once the birthday brat saw this there may be a house call to handle. "What do you say?" She waited for him at the banister to the stairs.

[center]"One more drink and we call it a night?"[/center]