[center][h2][color=9e0039]Aloysius[/color] & [color=darkturquoise]Emily[/color] Afterhours[/h2][/center]
[hr][hr]A collab between [@jakeb1993] & [@SouffleGirl123]
[b]Location:[/b] Dark Shadow HQ.
[b]Date:[/b] 3rd August 2017
[b]Time:[/b] 10.00PM[hr][hr]

Emily was glad she’d spent her night at the nearest bar, and the fact it was only a short walk back to the Dark Shadows headquarters. The adrenaline from the fight had started wearing off and, although not as intensely as her opponent would have been, Emily was in pain. Particularly on her face of all places. In a mixture of that pain and the large amount of alcohol in her system the woman stumbled down the street on her way home.

Eventually she reached the Dark Shadows headquarters, swinging the door shut with no real care to how loud it would be. Although she wasn't as wet as when she left the bar thanks to the Summer breeze she was still a bit damp on her face and chest but the marks and blood from the wild night were still completely visible. She stumbled down the corridor in the direction of her room

Aloysius had been spending the day somewhat productively and now everyone was either leaving or going to bed for the night. Aloysius himself was at the meeting table looking at some plans he had been drawing up. This was when he was interrupted by the large smash of the main door closing, the noise enough to force him to drop his current train of thought. Looking up and who had disturbed his peace, he was shocked to see that it was Emily of all people.

Her appearance was shocking, startling and somewhat baffling for Aloysius. There she was staggering along with a damp body, wearing her sports bra, which at this point was so saturated with water it might as well not have actually been there and to top it off, blood was smeared in various locations of her remaining clothes and bare skin. Aloysius would stare longer than he should have. Despite the blood it was an attractive body afterall…

[color=9e0039]”What the hell happened to you?”[/color] He would pat the chair next to him, ushering her to sit down. [color=9e0039]”Were you attacked? Who attacked you? It was Rebecca wasn’t it?[/color] While his cool and devil may care attitude had come back, there was still  a hint of worry in his voice. He was worried more about Rebecca striking than Emily being hurt though.

[color=darkturquoise]”Aloysius!”[/color] Emily greeted the man as soon as he looked up to see her, paying no regard to the members who were probably attempting to sleep at the moment. Or at least were hoping for some peace and quiet for the rest of the night. The nights Emily got seriously drunk tended to end her up in another random’s bed so her late night stumbling and yelling arrival was a rare occurrence but an obvious one when it came around. 

At his silent offer, Emily threw herself into the chair, slouching back into it. As his rapid fire questions Emily gave a chuckle. [color=darkturquoise]”Y’need to calm down there, bossman![/color] she replies, still rather loudly, maneuvering the swivel chair to swing left and right, left and right in a continuous motion, using her whole body to do so. [color=darkturquoise]”I was not attacked. Well, I was, but not by Rebecca. In other words, I just took part in an [i]epic[/i] bar fight,”[/color] she slurs, continuing to swing in her seat.

A bar fight? All these for a bar fight? Aloysius was less than pleased, though now she was closer, he could see the skin glowing from the lights above them. [color=9e0039]”A bar fight? You got into a bar fight. With whom?”[/color] He asked, observing her body from top to bottom with his eyes, noting the damage to her face [color=9e0039]”Look I get you like that sorta kinky shit in the bedroom, but I didn’t think you liked to get choked”[/color] Aloysius pointed out to her, brushing his hand against her bruised neck.

Aloysius’ face initially showed Emily that he wasn't too impressed, not that she really cared too much, it took a [I]lot[/I] more than a disappointed expression to hold Emily back anyway. Very little did that. [color=darkturquoise]”Some little Guild chick,”[/color] Emily replies simply to his first question as his hand brushes where Haley had grasped her throat only half an hour ago, give or take. Could have been longer, or shorter, Emily was bad with time as it was, the fact her mind was clouded in her intoxication did not help. The only time she needed to know was the approaching dusk to sneak out of her last lover's bed before he woke up and realised he was missing a few things.

Emily winced ever-so-slightly at Al’s touch. A bruise was a bruise, and the fact that it was on her throat probably did it no good either. [color=darkturquoise]”I think we both know full well if someone’s gettin’ choked in the bedroom it whoever I spend the night with. Nah, turns out the bitch had a strong choke hold,”[/color] she replies. At this stage she had stopped swinging on her chair and had it facing Aloysius. 

A Guilder. Emily got into a bar fight with a Guilder. First Circe and now this? Great [color=9e0039]”Please tell me you didn’t kill her?”[/color] He let out with a moan [color=9e0039]”I can’t be bothered with having to deal with a Salem who wants us all dead. And also, what happened to your nose”[/color] He couldn’t help but comment on the nose and the blood that dried underneath. His eyes still couldn’t let go of her body, even if he was trying to hide it from Emily.

[color=darkturquoise]”Nah, got pretty close but she ain’t dead. Just unconsciously lying in the dumpster as the trash she is. Besides, she initiated the fight, does it a lot too apparently. Salem ain’t gonna be mad about that. Not reasonably,“[/color] she slurs, spinning the chair a full 360 before continuing. [color=darkturquoise]”Lil thing packs a punch, I ain’t gonna lie, Al. She clobbered me right in the nose but I got her in the stomach, like, 3 times so it evens out,”[/color] She leans back in the seat, a burp smelling very strongly of alcohol escaping her lips. That was when she noted Al’s eyes were still her body. She gave him a smirk. [color=darkturquoise]”What’s wrong, Al? What me to take it off?”[/color] she offers, for the most part, jokingly. 

Aloysius would look away when she was caught on that he was staring at her body. He would never openly admit it that Emily did have a rather rocking body. [color=9e0039]”And why exactly are you wet?”[/color] Aloysius asked her, turning back to face her properly [color=9e0039]”I wouldn’t say no to taking it off, just not in the middle of the meeting room where everyone can see”[/color] He said with a sly smirk.

At asking why Emily was wet she gave a smirk, [color=darkturquoise]”Just for you, Al,”[color] she jokes before the truth serum powers of the alcohol set in and she added, [color=darkturquoise]”And the guild bitch was a hydromage.”[/color] As Al gave his next reply Emily just continued smirkin. [color=darkturquoise]”Hm. If we’re gonna go through having to move maybe you should take it off for me,”[/color] Emily replies, matching the sly demeanour of the man in front if her.

Was she serious? Was she seriously hitting on him? [color=9e0039]”Well the Hydromage certainly did a number on you… I mean the bruises are… unfortunate”[/color] These conversations: the lewd suggestions, the playful flirting, all reminded him of the times he had with Ty. And while he was trying so hard to give away those feelings in his heart, suddenly that feeling of lust had been ignited upon seeing Emily walk into the room.

[color=9e0039]”I mean… I could remove it. Though you know that if i did, it wouldn’t be with my hands”[/color] He would smirk even wider. [color=9e0039]”She must have soaked you real good for to still be moist now”[/color] His choice in words was deliberate. Al and Ty did this kind of flirting chess every time they messed around, and Aloysius would be lying if he said he wasn’t loving doing it again right now.

Emily could see right where this was going and there was a guarantee that she was going to do none to stop it. [color=darkturquoise]”She did but I’m not the one banged up and lying unconscious in a dumpster, now, am I?”[/color] she replies, running a hand through her ginger hair. 

[color=darkturquoise]”I can’t say you’d be the first to do that but what were you planning on removing it with?”[/color] Emily replies, awaiting his next comment to answer as soon as it came. [color=darkturquoise]”Well she fancied me. We were both very… moist after that event,”[/color] Emily replies, coming in close to Al through that last comment. Admittedly, Emily found the foreplay almost as fun as what was to come after. She had a big mouth and any time she could spend using it made her happy. Foreplay have her that right accompanied but knowing what was to come.

[color=9e0039]”Well I think rather than telling you… We could just find out upstairs”[/color] Aloysius would lean in a little closer too towards Emily [color=9e0039]”So you threw her into the Dumpster? Literally taking out the trash?”[/color] Aloysius stood up and walked to behind Emily, resting his hands on her shoulders. He would rub her shoulders for a second before hooking a finger underneath her sports bra straps, teasingly lifting them. [color=9e0039]”I am guessing this blood is all from your nose?”[/color]

In the brief moment he rubbed her shoulders Emily let out a soft content moan. [color=darkturquoise]”Is there really any better place for one of Salem’s rats?”[/color] she replies, rolling her shoulders. With his next action she turns to give him a sly look. [color=darkturquoise]”How would you expect it to get there, of course not. Sometimes taking out the trash is a bit… dirty,”[/color] she replies, articulating the last word particularly.

[color=9e0039]”So how much did you make her bleed?”[/color] Aloysius asked, releasing the straps and then hooked Emily’s with his forearms by pushing them under her arms. He then proceeded to lift her up to her feet, spinning her around so he could study her body with his eyes again. [color=9e0039]”How many drinks have you had?”[/color]

At his first comment Emily chuckled, [color=darkturquoise]”Enough. Scratch here and there. Blood from her nose and mouth. No one knows how much had been done internally,”[/color] she replies, allowing herself to be moved by Al, stumbling a little as he spins her but reorienting herself. [color=darkturquoise] “I don't know, Al, like 4 in the bar then whatever I drank through the day, enough to be totally fucked right now,” [/color] she slurs. She pushes, stumbling a little more. Now that the adrenaline from the fight had worn out the drunkenness was really starting to take effect. [color=darkturquoise]”But if we're doing this thing, you gotta know, you may be the ruler of Dark Shadows but in the bedroom I always take charge.”[/color]

Aloysius just laughed as she spoke out, it was clear that she was really started to become plastered. [color=9e0039]”That is cute”[/color] He hesitated for a second. A part of him knew what he was about do was wrong, but he still wanted to do it. So he would wrap his arms around Emily, and rest his arms at the bottom of her back. [color=9e0039]”If you want control tonight, you are going to have to earn it…”[/color] He smirked coyly, watching her eyes as she looked at him.

Emily gave a gentle laugh, wrapping her arms around his neck. [color=darkturquoise]”As if my epic win against you and beating a Guild to a pulp isn’t enough,” [/color] she jokingly huffs before continuing on. [color=darkturquoise]”Then take me upstairs, bossman, and I can show you how I manage to never be back until morning,”[/color]

Aloysius swiped her up  off her feet with his hands and carried her bridal style. [color=9e0039]”We shall see then won’t we?”[/color] Aloysius carried her up the stairs at the back of the room and with some difficulty, opened the door to his private bedroom. He would slowly lower Emily onto the bed. [color=9e0039]”Right shall we get started?”[/color] With that he kicked the bedroom door shut and locked themselves away for the night.