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RE: welcome to the party - anyone - Ivar - 06-22-2018 The Leviathan’s quip about his lack of control merits a falsely innocent shrug and a smile, but he doesn’t have a chance to say anything in response, as all eyes in their corner of the party turn to the blonde with the cigarette. She stalks toward them with purpose, and Ivar takes a half step back. He has no intention of standing between Solace and her wife, and he is immediately grateful for his quick decision. ‘No, but this is’, says the brunette, providing the dark eyed man with something he’s only ever dreamt of. “You can thank me anytime,” he tells her with a grin, pushing back his hair once more. Svedka is coming up to join them again, having ensnared a pretty blond in a lacy red dress while he was away. Ivar hardly has time to appreciate them before a brunette in a peach dress appears out of nowhere to kiss Kagerus squarely on the mouth. “Could we please have some more diplomatic research?” He calls to her back, because as quickly as she’d arrived she’s leaving again. As he trails her progression back across the patio, he makes eye-contact with Karat, who is emerging from the changing area wearing swimsuit even more revealing than her lavender dress. Her cousin trails behind her, and the expression she wears isn’t unfamiliar. That’s his gift, after all: setting a spark. For the time he is with them, Ivar can make a woman feel as though they are the very center of his world. And they are, for that moment, but life is so full of moments. In this moment, for instance, Wishbone is digging her well-manicured nails into his hip and his well-pressed pants are beginning to feel uncomfortably snug. “Oh yeah, we’ll get more drinks,” Ivar volunteers following Svedka’s question. He turns to the left, away from the elevator doors where the Casia cousins hover and toward the bar on the opposite side of the open deck. His hand around Wishbone’s slim wrist is viselike; the memory of their last encounter suddenly fresh in his mind as he tugs her through the crowd and toward the bar. Their detour is quick and doubly satisfying, and when they return (laden with a platter of emerald absinthe Ivar had seized from the server who’d almost caught them), Ivar has already stripped off his jacket and linen shirt, the tell-tale lipstick concealed in the ball of fabric he’d tucked into the base of one of the many topiaries. With a flourish, he hands the first flute to Kagerus, saying: “I think this deserves another ‘thank you?, doesn’t it?” with a mischievous raise of his scarred brow. RE: welcome to the party - anyone - Leilan - 06-22-2018 He’s not left alone with his camera to play with, unfortunately. Merrik, assuming the girls approaching have his name right, is asking questions but after he’s gotten his answers, not exactly leaving him. Instead, more people arrive - a girl he’s never seen before, but looks stunning, approaches him boldly. Surprisingly, Leilan isn’t used to moves like that, and he blinks at her questioningly before shrugging and letting it slide. She already knows his name it seems, and he doesn’t have an answer readily - not quick enough, since Karat is already pulling attention, diving into the water. Kylin is quick to follow, although she looks distracted, and from the corner of his eye he sees Merrik follow her, a little dazed. The redheaded man grins at the sight, catching a movement across the pool then, the mysterious dark-eyed girl now kissing Karat -snap!- and Kagerus -click!- only to innocently wave back in his direction - a click, once more. His camera is his favourite plaything, and when he looks back at the dresses woman before him, he grins at her, waving the waterproof thing under her nose. ”Smile?” he asks - he’s taking her picture regardless of what face she makes. He lives through his lenses. Only then does he lower the little digital camera, wiggling his brow at this girl Rey. ”So Rey, did you bring a swimsuit?” he pries. He didn’t, but heck, his blue chino and wet shirt are of light linen and cotton-based fabric, although the snit reveals their expense. He just has to kick off his linen shoes and socks for a dive. And oh, how beautiful such a long-haired woman would look under water; he’s always had a thing for mermaid shoots and dress-wreckings that involve the water. So ethereal, so eccentric. He wonders if he can get them all on his SD-card tonight. He hasn’t seen the milk-skinned girl in a while, but perhaps that golden-haired man can convince her for him. Summary; makes pictures of Breckin’s latest interesting escapades because she intrigues him, but otherwise ignores most of the party people to ask Rey for a swim because she looks like she needds it, lol. All are free to swave/yell to get pictures taken, though. RE: welcome to the party - anyone - Wolfbane - 06-22-2018 “Well Fuck me,” Bane thinks as the unknown woman snags his drink, and he can’t help but mean it literally. He watches the way her throat pulses as she down the liquid, pure fire in her eyes when they snap back to gaze at him with tepid interest. She slides past him, (he can’t blame her, the ice-breaker had been less than smooth) but he appreciates the exit anyways, finding himself flopping back into a waiting chair to watch her go all the way. He half expects her to join the rest, crews of them slowly losing sobriety and clothes to take a chance at the pool, and if she had jumped in he’d be up and sifting through those lost clothes for valuable articles but instead (and much to his delight) the odd lady dips at the waist to lock lips with an equally attractive blonde. “I have got to get myself invited to more of these.” Bane mutters with the shake of his head. One moment, the femme fatal motions to him but for her, he’s got hours in wait. Besides, as the girl in carnation drifts to the bar he can find himself a good view of Rey (distracted, it would seem) and a few other high up on the priority list. @[Svedka], renowned and gorgeous as ever, @[Ivar] Stillwater (the lucky bastard) with some gits hands around his … wait … that was @[Wishbone], wasn’t it? The same Leader of the mercenary Leviathans? Couldn’t be. No way. Somehow another drink finds its way to his palm and Bane tips it back, watching with intrigue at the way these people let loose when they feel no other eyes are judging them. They have the affluence, the riches and abilities, just not the good sense for decorum but hey … who was he to complain for the handouts? The alcohol was the tits and for one night at least, he could pretend as good as the best of them. When at last the sultry woman joins him again, Bane replies with a “Breck, truly a pleasure to meet you.” Somewhat mocking her own insulation of his offer at a nickname earlier while one of his heavily inked hands slides beneath his jacket lapel to produce the lighter she’d guessed at. The other takes her drink offering. “I’m not so sure about reputation, though.” He chuckles lowly, flicking the apparatus to life and holding it near her expectant cigarette. “Yours is already blowing mine out of the water. Am I barking up the wrong tree?” He asks, lightheartedly taking a jab at her earlier tete-a-tete with the two women in the pool. “Or am I judging a book by its cover?” He tries, closing the lighter before dispelling it away to some hidden pocket again. “Not that I mind, there’s nothing quite as sensuous as a woman confident in her sexuality.” @[Breckin] RE: welcome to the party - anyone - Solace - 06-22-2018 Her presence does its job, reminding Kagerus that she really doesn't want to be single, and causing the Catch of the Day to take a step back. Of course, making her point has a cost, but is one she is happy to pay. As her wife brings her face in close, Solace reaches with her free hand into the tangle of wild, auburn hair. She never would get used to those lips. Maybe it's the champagne (or the pre-game bottle they shared) but as Kag's tongue glides along the roof of her mouth, the blond woman's face goes numb and the noise of the party disappears. Kagerus aims to pull away, but Solace snags her lower lip in her teeth, prolonging the PDA for a second longer. Fully aware of the lurking photographer and other gawkers, Solace lets her go with a roll of her neck and shoulders. At this point, Wishbone is openly staking her claim to Stillwater, and after her kiss Solace's smile has changed from diplomatic to content. But Kagerus isn't done there; feeling of fingertips on her skin and a breeze in place which had just been rather constricted, and she doesn't have to look down to know exactly what had happened. Returning the cigarette to her lips, she takes another long drag as she watches an intoxicated girl kiss Kag (who happens to still be attached to her at the hip) right on the lips. The girl is gone as quick as she came, and with a slow exhale, Solace returns her gaze to her equally intoxicated half-sister and her would-be-beau as if the incident had never happened. "You two make a cute couple," she suggests with a sly smile after Ivar's quip as her lithe, pale fingers dance along the back of her neck to replace the clasp on her dress to its proper place. Her cleavage once again secured, she turns to her twin who has appeared with a pretty girl on his arm at some point during the swirl of activity. "Oh Svedka, you should know I've already promised two different women that a date with you will be up for auction at the benefit next month," she leans in to put one of his wayward golden locks behind his ear, the other hand holding what remains of her cigarette off to the side. "Hope you don't mind, they are really looking forward to a bidding war," she smiles, knowing full well he won't. "Well, I got what I came up here for," she concludes to the group at large with a final drag, before tucking the butt of her clove into the soil of the nearest topiary. Smoothing her dress and glancing around the pool at all the faces one more time, Hyaline's CEO takes note of the up and coming donors she will be wooing in five years or so. "Make some friends Kag," she says with a kiss (much lighter this time) "I'll be back up for you in an hour or so," before sauntering back towards the elevator. Parties like this didn't come around every day. She had a job to do, and Solace Orion-Rhae would be damned if she didn't do it spectacularly. RE: welcome to the party - anyone - Wishbone - 06-22-2018 she’s got jumper cable lips wishbone honorable mentions: @[Solace], @[Wolfbane] for like 0.5 seconds, @[Svedka], @[Nymf], @[Kagerus], @[Ivar], @[Breckin] wishbone's lingerie: xxx RE: welcome to the party - anyone - Nymf - 06-23-2018 It defies all logic that their paths would cross in that moment, as she sat slightly away from the crowd - avoiding his sister. Nymf hadnt been aware that they had been invited, if she had know... the though revealed the depths of her most recent hermit tendencies. It was embarrassing to admit and she wondered what he would think if she revealed to him that he had been her first since Seb's death. It would probably disgust him, that could be so selfish to satisfy her own primal urges. That wasnt to say, of course, that her night spent wrapped in his embrace hadnt been one of the better ones. His hand tightened around hers and, with one effortless tug, he lifted her to her feet. Tripping slightly over the rediculousness of her heels she slammed into the width of his chest, lacking grace as always. Meeting his eyes she bit her lower lip as she straightened and tugged, once again, on the hem of her dress. He reveals, once again, that he had been looking for her, a fact that she found hard to believe. For a minute she contemplates asking why, but she abandons her endeavor and submits herself to his will. For a moment his face lowers to hers and her heart leaps into her throat. Is he about to kiss me?! Not usually one for PDA, her cheeks flush as the thought of his lips upon hers once again and, she knows, should he attempt such a thing she could not resist him. Gazing into his eyes, the rest of the world is lost to her. For a moment it didnt matter who saw her or what they might think. She was, after all, only human with the same basic needs as any other. And Svedka was particular good at satisfying those needs. With only a few more inches separating his lips from hers, his head jerked away his eyes suddenly distracted. Glancing back towards Wishbone, she was met by the sight of a few more additions to their friendly gathering. Muttering an unfamiliar name, Svedka's hand trails along the length of her spine, coming to rest upon the small of her back. Ensnared, she is powerless to fight him and he pulls her towards the vivacious group. Just as they are drawing beside them, the elevator door slide open giving Svedka a moments pause. Smiling his boyishly charming smile he reaches into his pocket to reveal the slivered sheen of a flask. Nymf was in need of more alchohol. Finishing off her own glass she set it on a passing silver platter. All eyes seemed to be on them and she shifted uncomfortably at the sound of their suggestive conversation. Sexuality was a concept that Nymf, being married so young, had only just started exploring. In many ways, @[Svedka] had become her teacher. Lurched out of her quiet place beside him, Wishbone's greeting (brash as always), illicited a meek smile from her otherwise unsure expression. "Better," she offered in reply with a fleeting glimpse in Sved's direction. The conversation moves quickly and, before Nymf can offer anything toward its progression, swimming was brought onto the table. Eyes flitted around expectantly and, when she normally would have ran from such a sultry proposition, she smiled. Reaching up the back of her dress she pulled the zipper down, allowing it to fall at her ankles seductively. Exposed she glanced at Wishbone, already stripped down to her ivory underthings. Nymf's, bright red, stood out in contrast. Through a thick curtain of lashes she glanced towards Svedka, kicking her shoes off as she made a grab for his flask. Unscrewing the top, she put it to her red lips and took two longswings, flinching at the burn of its contents. Slowing, beckoning for him to follow, she backed towards the pool. Following her boss' lead, she dove in, glad to have worn her water proof makeup. OOC: Welp, that escalated... What Nymf is wearing: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/85/48/ea/8548eac070fea3515eba824b5760c3b9.jpg RE: welcome to the party - anyone - Karat - 06-23-2018 Karat Blood is Thicker than Water Carelessly she spends much time along the edges of water sources, be them lakes, pools, or oceans. So it is unsurprising that she is an elegant swimmer. Even more so, unsurprising that her naturally ivory skin is tanned to a medium beige. It contrasts lightly against her platinum blonde hair and alabaster bikini. With a few strokes she appears along the edge of the pool. Taking a hold of the tiled ledge and waving over @[Kylin] and any others. Mentioned @[Breckin] kissing her. Is in pool and sees Kylin enter and Merrick sit. Waves @[Kwartz]/Gem over to eventually yank him into the pool RE: welcome to the party - anyone - Svedka - 06-23-2018 svedka Svedka follows Nymf to the pool, gets undressed with Wishbone who attempts to push him in, but grabs her so that they both fall in. He looks for Kag to come to his aide, then he apologizes to Kylin for making a ruckus, then turns to taunt Wishbone further. RE: welcome to the party - anyone - Breckin - 06-23-2018 She'd assumed and he had so wonderfully delivered. Hungry eyes watch his tattooed hand disappear and reappear with the key to what she craved the most in that current moment. A deplorable habit, she knew, but she'd managed to limit her compulsions to only accompany the liquid habits she possessed. Nevermind that it was nearly a daily occurrence, it was still better than doing round the clock. There was just something so radically intoxicating about the intermingling of nicotine and alcohol she couldn't quite shake, she could pratically feel any reservations being drowned by the indulgences. It was an unchecked euphoria. Pressing the now emblazened coffin nail into her flushed lips, Breckin takes a long pull while closing her eyes heavily. Holding the vapors in her lungs briefly, she releases a steady exhaled plume before deep eyes open to refocus on the gent seated next to her. Mirroring the smile in her eyes, her voice takes a kittenish quality, "I'd say likewise it's a pleasure to meet you, but I haven't quite decided yet." The subtle quip at her shortened name hadn't gone unnoticed. An unbridled laugh works its way between her lips with the latest puff of smoke, cut off short by a small snort of amusement. If only he'd known that was her first time flirting with that particular line. But he really didn't need to know that, not now anyway. Before she replies, she re-lives her previous jaunts, smiling coyly at the revellation that that path was one that she wouldn't mind exploring further. "That tree splits both ways, Wolfy, so keep barking if you'd like." Flicking the ashes from the cigarette into her now empty glass, her gaze drifts lazily to the numbers growing within the pool, trying to suffocate the stupid urge to mention something about preferring hardwood. Taking a final drag from the dying cigarette, she snuffs what's left in the leftover ice before summoning one of the poolside servers to bring her another drink. Changing her drink of choice again to "bartender's choice," she finds herself tentatively sipping the sickeningly sweet cocktail before making a face. Never one to waste perfectly good alcohol though, she tips her head back and finishes it of as it it were a large shooter, simply unable to stomach the disgusting beverage for any longer than that. The hand that had been toying with a knife finally stills, the loop remains around her finger like a ring while the broad of the blade drops to rest precariously against the delicate flesh of her palm. Plucking the cherry from the bottom of her glass, Breckin drops it into her mouth, stem and all, before raising her arms above her head and arching her back into a languorous stretch. "Would you believe me if I told you I was one of the more well-behaved Leviathans?" she asks as she rises to her barefeet. That was a lie of course, and he would likely know it by now, if it hadn't been evidenced by the women she had locked lips only minutes before then it would be obvious in the way she sat the curve of her rear on the armrest of his chair while draping her arm across the chair's back where his shoulders would rest. The black blade remained tucked safely in her hand, though she made no attempt to conceal it where it rested against her palm near his shoulder. And to think today had been one of her days off. She'd ultimately only agreed to be a plus one for her still vanished friend to get a much needed reprieve from her current assignment, but work had a funny way of weaseling its head into her personal life anyway. That was all too accurate of a statement as she watched from a distance as Bones and Nymf made their way into the throng of bodies in the pool, where the now recognizable Ivar Stillwater was present nearby. The handsome bloke sharing her company had evaded her inquiry about his reputation and she hadn't taken too kindly to that; it left her with a brazen need to know more. Dropping her coquettish gaze back to @[Wolfbane], she was careful to remain daringly close without actually touching him too much. Not yet anyway. She'd be lying to herself if she couldn't admit how curious she was about what other designs lay hidden beneath that well-tailored suit, but despite how intrigueing she personally found his appearance, it didn't quite fit in with the rest of the crowd. And undeniably her interest had been piqued. The cascade of her dark locks fall over the generous curve of her breasts as she tilts her head in a show of faux sinlessless."Why are you here, Bane? I hope the answer is much more interesting than just to chat with an average woman," she asks softly. No sooner then the last word leaves her mouth, does she push the cherry stem out between her mischieviously grinning, pink lips, clenching the fruitless stem between her teeth. A simple knot tied in the center of the stalk is displayed; a no-hands trick she had learned some time ago and deceptively useful--in more ways than one, but she would leave that up to his imagination. ______________________ I may be out of order but she's only really interacting with Wolfbane at the moment lol. Also if I didn't describe it well enough, this was kinda how I imagined her sitting on the chair |