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That's me. You're probably wondering how I got into this situation.

Chariselle's mind warped around to that iconic line as she laid there after rolling around with Azariah. Truth be told, it was fantastic sex. Chariselle expected the children of gods to be good, possibly the best. It was easily in the top 10. 

And now the awkward part. How does one leave a party, go absolutely fucking wild with someone who can shift and alter themselves while she can intesify the feelings, and then get up to put her clothes on without having the whole 'what are we' discussion? She was sure Azariah wasn't one for labels being that they themselves were hard to label, but Chariselle also didn't want to stick around and find out. She also didn't want to burn a bridge, especially a potential fortuitous one.

Chariselle took a quick, hot shower and looked at herself in the mirror. A deep, low feeling settled in her gut that was qickly replaced as she re-applied her make-up and fixed her hair before she returned to her room.

[color=#de9b8f]"That was great babes. I'll see you back at the party."[/color] She bent down to give Azariah a kiss before Chariselle put her dress and her shoes as she left. She stopped outside of her door, chuckling lightly as she realized this was the first time in a long while she was doing a "walk of shame" after leaving her own home. Still, she felt no shame in this. They were adults, two sexually active, intense and amazing adults. Chariselle's mind wandered back to the others at the bean bag toss. What were they thinking? Her mind wandered at the possibilities. Did they hate her? Were they jealous? Did they not even care? It was hard to say.

Despite it, however, Chariselle felt a small high. She had been here less than a day and had met a few people she could see herself getting on with. Azariah was mysterious and she wanted to dip into that well again. Sylas was also interesting, perhaps not so much in a sexual way but she could see the two of them having some fun. 

Chariselle could hear some voices as she neared the party. She wondered what to do now. Surely she would not be welcomed back openly at the bean bag toss and she wasn't in the food for a snowball fight. Maybe some food? More drinks? Find someone to dance with or secure who she would kiss once the clock striked midnight? All potentials, all within her means.

As she neared she hard a voice above the others. [color=8A9A5B]That’s my guitar you have. Can I have it back?[/color] Chariselle's gaze went over to where the voice was. She clocked a relatively young looking man who was raising his arm and walking quickly towards another man, this one with blond hair and holding a guitar, probably the one being asked for. She recognized the blond man from before when she was first arriving. Handsome, to be sure.

Chariselle was interested to see how this played out so she walked over, careful not to look like she wanted to join in the fray. Still, stealing one's belongings in broad nightlight was bold. Chariselle wasn't above picking up some odds and ends when she needed it and she wasn't about to judge someone else, but a guitar was a choice.

[color=#de9b8f]"Stealing someone's guitar? A bold move. But you were caught so time to return the goods."[/color] A wicked smile played on her lips. She looked over to the one asking for his guitar back. [color=#de9b8f]"You good precious? I am sure the bad man will return what is yours or he will have me to deal with. And despite appearances, I can handle myself."[/color] She looked back at the blond man, almost daring him to refuse. 

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