[center][h1][b][color=9e0b0f]Sir Alden Drake Plannington[/color]&[color=904342] Nahir Aysun Kadir[/color][/b][/h1][/center]



[color=9e0b0f]Time:[/color] DURING THE AFTER-PARTY
[color=9e0b0f]Location:[/color] Marek's After-party
[color=9e0b0f]Mentions:[/color] Marek[@Alivefalling]
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[color=9e0b0f] “Oh please, I may be quote on quote [i] ‘thirsty’[/i], but certainly not for you right now!” [/color]

There the two were in the backroom of the underground, once lusting and thriving upon one another, now arguing even the most trivial matters. There Alden was, struggling to put his pants on as the sweat on him made everything stick too closely, making things incredibly uncomfortable as he sought to reposition himself back into the environment. On top of that, his voice was constantly breaking, as he felt his throat to be as dry as the desert. He desperately needed to drink something, and was getting even more annoyed by the bickering Nahir and him somehow engaged in. [color=9e0b0f][i] Is she unaware I am trying to be literal in my statements right now![/i][/color], he frustratingly thought to himself.

[color=904342]"Would you be so kind and please stop saying that word?"[/color] Nahir picked up one of Alden's socks and chucked at him, making sure to aim for his face. [color=904342]"It's driving me insane!"[/color] 

She struggled to slip on her skirts, the lightweight fabric sticking on her skin like glue. Her tongue felt like sandpaper in her mouth; every sound that came out of Alden's mouth sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Nahir had to get out of this room and as far away from him and his grating voice. She was unsure when and why they had begun to argue, but it had come from seemingly nowhere. One thing she knew for certain was that her skirts were useless! She threw the fabrics onto the bed, glaring at them as if they had insulted her, and pointed at Alden's shirt still on the bed. [color=904342]"Your shirt, I need it."[/color]

[color=9e0b0f] “My [i]shirt?![/i] Absolutely not, I refuse to expose myself like that out there!” [/color]. Alden removed the sock that had landed on his head, and just looked at her in bewilderment. He barely was able to put on his pants as they felt like a rough adhesive, restricting his movements as he tried moving them around. At the very least he was able to put them on. He looked at Nahir who was still very much exposed, and couldn’t help but to just let out a small chuckle. [color=9e0b0f][i] It's a shame for a gorgeous women like her, she bears an utmost nagging demeanor.[/i][/color] 

[color=904342]"Are Caesoanians always this prudish? You're acting as if they would actually [i]want[/i] to look at you."[/color] She rolled her eyes.

He proceeded to grab his shirt off the bed, and waved his sock in his hand. [color=9e0b0f] “you know, maybe your clothes would actually fit you if you flail them around some more. It would make them more loose, like you.” [/color]

Nahir looked at him, matching his bewildered expression. During her momentary lack of judgment, she thought Alden Whatever-ton was a well-mannered man. Had she been influenced by the drink and whatever magic it had to make her believe that? Absofuckinglutly. Now she could see that he was just some pathetic excuse of a man who did not appreciate the gift she had given him. Her expression soon shifted to amusement before she had to cover her mouth and stop the laughter. 

[color=904342]"You look so much prettier with your mouth shut. Or better yet, between my legs."[/color] [color=904342][i]Where I can suffocate you.[/i][/color] She scoffed and picked up her skirts again, waving them around in his face before struggling to slip them on again. The fabric continued to stick to her skin, but she finally managed to get it past her hips. 


[color=9e0b0f] “You see? I told you if you waved them around a bit they would eventually fit!” [/color]

Witnessing her expression, it was fairly easy to tell she was very peeved about his comment, which he is now realizing he probably went overboard on, but notice that she is more engaging in banter rather than arguing, at least to Alden. [color=9e0b0f][i] At the very least, my suggestions are speeding things up, and she seems to be enjoying it to some weird, sinister degree. Perhaps if I keep these comments up, we could move on more quickly. I’m already in boiling water as it is, how much worse can it get?[/i][/color]. As Alden was attempting to slip on his shirt which he just couldn’t get past the sleeve at the moment, he saw his handkerchief tucked away in his pocket. He turned to look at Nahir who was still struggling to properly put on her articles, and simply smirked.

[color=9e0b0f] “You still look absolutely moist, my dear. I bet you're picturing how lovely it would be for me to be in between your legs as such. Here, take this and wipe off. Wouldn’t want to be leaving a snail trail for men to follow, hmm?”[/color]Alden sarcastically said as he tossed his handkerchief her way.

[color=904342]"I can assure you that the driest part of my body right now is between my legs; I should thank you for it, darling."[/color] Nahir rolled her eyes at him, her fingers finally tying the strings of her skirts. The movement of it all had caused another wave of heat to run over her like a carriage, and she almost debated leaving the room with no top. Unfortunately, Nahir was not in a bathhouse in Alidasht, and Caesonians were a bunch of puritans. So she took the wrap fabric and half-assedly wrapped it around her until her chest was covered. By the time she was done, Nahir was drenched. Beads of sweat rolled from her cheek down to her neck and chest. She eyed the handkerchief for a second before picking it up and wiping the forming beads on her forehead. 

She looked at him and his poor attempt at dressing himself now. [color=904342]"Do you need some help there? Forgot to dress yourself all of a sudden now?"[/color] She tucked the handkerchief into her top fabrics and approached the room door. She could so easily open the door and leave Alden in the room, still struggling to dress completely. For now, the amusement she received from watching him struggle as she had was just a hair above a drink, for now.

[color=9e0b0f] “Excuse me, dearest, but at least I am attempting to put it on properly, and not wrapping the clothes around like a pauper. Perhaps the handkerchief could have been used to leverage your attire better.” [/color] It was clear both of them were at their wits end. Alden was finally able to get his arms through the sleeves of his shirt, but when he attempted to secure the buttons, his arms would not budge. It was much too tight of a fit to be able to move it freely. As he struggled to even bend his arms enough to at least attach the buttons, he froze as heard a most unsettling sound.

[i] Riiiip [/i]

The sleeves around his elbows had ripped open. Alden closed his eyes and internally screamed at himself. This was one of his better shirts too. As he opened his eyes, he saw Nahir laughing across from him. He knew he had to keep composure and his dignity, whatever is left of it. He observed the torn sleeves and thought it may be best to remove them, which is exactly what he decided to do. He tore off the ends of his sleeves, and fitted the pieces into his pocket. At the very least his arms were now free in this state of humiliation, and finished putting on his shirt.

Alden gave a discerning smile and said [color=9e0b0f] “Perhaps it is best to depart. After you, milady.” [/color]

[color=904342]"Such a sweet gentleman,"[/color] Nahir eyed his torn sleeves before walking past him with an amused smile that soon fell. As they proceeded to leave the room, they both heard Marik's voice.  [color=ad1207]“I apologize to everyone, but it is time this party ends. I will have you all escorted out.”[/color]. Both Alden and Nahir were somewhat relieved, yet distraught. They were ecstatic that this fiasco was ending, but it also meant they would be deprived of their long desired drinks until they had had an opportunity to do so.