[center][color=9b948d][sub]_______________________________________________________________________________________[/sub][/color] [sub]𝚢 𝚘 𝚞 𝚠 𝚎 𝚛 𝚎 𝚝 𝚑 𝚎 𝚕 𝚒 𝚐 𝚑 𝚝 𝚝 𝚑 𝚊 𝚝 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚝 𝚑 𝚛 𝚘 𝚞 𝚐 𝚑 𝚝 𝚑 𝚎 𝚍 𝚊 𝚛 𝚔 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚜[/sub] [color=9b948d][sup]_______________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/S15cUeW.gif[/img][/center][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/NxqLtFh.png[/img][/center] [indent][indent][color=757670]It was peculiar -- and mind reeling in retrospect -- how an hour or two could harness and finesse events systematically in lighted tandem. From the perspective of the proverbial side lines, cheap alumminan tacked with matte nails and a pout perched upon a sweating and beaded beer can, Emma leisurely sipped and observed with twinkling eyes raptured in star light. Every drink disturbed her features into a grimace, this was cheap swill compared to the spirits housed down in a wind-raked basement upon stained cherry wood, she remembers her first taste on the fringes of her sixteenth birthday in a room draped in velvet and dark and dank and [i]sad[/i]. It was [i]his[/i] private collection and memory filtered an image of her youth; dark eyes expressionless under a fringe of curled black, names and years and ages muttered from pale frowns until he would turn and say: this was her favourite, I think you'd like it too. Emma's clenches her hands and breathes to finish her beverage in an impressive gulp, crushing the empty and slyly pilfers another under a blanket of quivering shadow. She's been sipping on dark chocolate aromas of cabernets and pinot noirs for years, [i]this is child's play.[/i] With a prick of her nail, Emma pops her tab with an aggressive flick, light and cold, the straw toned pilsner bubbles over her fingers till she tames the head of foam with a perched lip and downs a fourth with a hiss of her tongue coating over her teeth. They hardly notice her and to her, this is none of a legitimate concern as she plucks warm shadows from the realm, pinches them tight before allowing such to flutter closed on a swirling nebula. Emma knows she could browse and breeze through the party entirely unseen and still discover means to enjoy the festivities, and she's okay with this facet. She can literally see the waves of emotions that ooze from beer tinged pores flushed red and glimmering under gem enhanced lighting and the stars that shimmer and collide within her peering glare, and they come to her relentlessly, smoothing and caressing upon her limbs. They boil and pool to gleaming swathes of happiness and joy that are sweetly toned and yet bitterly coated; friends and yet not, lovers that waited and lovers that pined. She turns, finding Damien easily upon that euphoria, coming up upon his flank with a query on her lips; [i]is everyone here wanting after somebody[/i]? Emma didn't dare to approach anyone else with these quivering emotes, though the man that was caped in shadows and death by the shoreline had been curious enough for her to inch towards, however, the flickering atmosphere had pulled her elsewhere on pinkish hues. She breathed in suggestion and lustful qualms, the baited air distinctively awash in want and drunk upon the biddings of physical desires; it's like sweat down the nape of her neck. Emma barely caught the exchanges at hand, but the muttering narrative of their host and Damien's own retort ringing in her ears that reeled her in has her smile lapsing. [color=9b948d]"Uhm. Yeah."[/color] Too distracted she was by the colourful monologue carried on by Dallas' purrs and praises, red bloomed and blossomed upon sallow skin, warmed to a rich hue that coloured her eyes vibrantly and sudden silvers suspended low on lashes coated in black just before her arrival. Emma's lips curled around a delicate whistle, [color=9b948d]"Funny..."[/color] Such a statement was punctuated by the roar of laughter somewhere near the coolers, her ears ringing upon the appealing tone that carried familiarity. [/color][/indent][/indent][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/NxqLtFh.png[/img][/center] [hr] [center][color=#ded392][sub]_______________________________________________________________________________________[/sub][/color] [sub]𝚜 𝚞 𝚏 𝚏 𝚎 𝚛 𝚜 𝚕 𝚘 𝚠 𝚕 𝚢 𝚖 𝚢 𝚍 𝚎 𝚊 𝚛 𝚜 𝚘 𝚝 𝚑 𝚊 𝚝 𝚠 𝚎 𝚖 𝚒 𝚐 𝚑 𝚝 𝚔 𝚗 𝚘 𝚠 𝚑 𝚘 𝚠 𝚕 𝚒 𝚏 𝚎 𝚎 𝚗 𝚍 𝚜[/sub] [color=#ded392][sup]_______________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/KJPQOAH.gif[/img][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/78ry96O.png[/img][/center] [indent][indent][color=745449]Avem was enjoying himself -- courtesy of the free booze, lost tooth turned into a trophy, ditzy dames and now a scorned Ariana in which was icing upon his golden cake -- and he illustrated such with a crack of laughter that whipped from his lips in a belly wrenched [i]guffaw[/i] that nearly pitched him forward. Palm to chest and lips pulled from teeth, Avem wanted to applaud the son of Ares, but he knew the stubborness of that woman almost personally. In various ways he and the boquet of visual sex appeal that was Ariana were alike, they were proud individuals donned in finery, in gold and silver and dripping in their splendor and painfully aware of their vanity. Playing the role of a brutish neandrethal to thwart her kittenish paws and mewls would only permit him maybe another night free of her awaiting clutches, if anything it would only tempt and redouble her efforts to pursue him upon another evening; audience or no. And whilst such was amusing and deserving of a finale, Avem turned just in time to receive Kelsey's elbow and teasing quip. His smile was easy and his rejoinder more so. [color=e0d8b0]"My money is on you girlie. Might I suggest a nose ring though,"[/color] he gestured to his own septum with a suggestive flutter of his lash. [color=e0d8b0]"Maybe win a new piece for me, I need some new jewelry in my body."[/color] Beer pong was not his choice of play within these endeavors, for Avem held finesse with cards and dealings and bets, though the promise of piercing flesh was enough to tempt his curiosity and the potential of the night still young and awaiting their affairs. He took another swig of his beer at that probing thought and pondered to why he never joined with these parties before. The following thought was loud enough within his mind to stir up a darkening glance, the swirling gold snapped around the sapphire that darkened just so, increasing the clutch of his hand upon his beverage.[/color][/indent][/indent] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/78ry96O.png[/img][/center]