TiK Tok

[ohnehalfte]

Who: Lup (hellawrath), Taako (ohshitsweetflips), Newt (ohnehalfte), and possibly you!
What: Drunken party of drunkenness and shenanigans
When: Nov 17th, mid-day until everyone passes tf out
Where: Islet #2 aka Trash Island, somewhere out in front of cottage 1 and along the beach
Warnings: Drunk people, swearing, ill-advised people hitting each other with sticks, questionable food, drunken cuddles and crying, etc, etc tbc when there's more




Welcome to Islet 2! There are many reasons for you to be here right now. Maybe you live here. Maybe you're visiting someone who lives here. Maybe you've been invited to this sick party by one of the above idiots. Maybe you were just passing by and got dragged into the festivities. Who cares, really? You're here now!

Out in front of Cottage 1 there's the beautiful banner that you see above hanging on the outside, lovingly crafted by one of the twins. The twins have also lovingly crafted some vodka using magic and potatoes. Potato magic. And hey! There's also stuff that the twins cooked! Like potato tornadoes, fried shark genitals and Fantasy Kentucky Fried Pterax! And other food! And there's a fire! And activities! And drinking!

Mainly drinking. In fact, there is a large cooking pot that, at the moment, is full of the most moonshine-iest vodka you have ever had. There are empty halves of coconut shells to serve as cups, as well as some clay cups that may or may not have come from an interesting source. So help yourself! Who knows how long it'll last, considering the amount of guests. Heck! It might even be repurposed later, after all the vodka is gone! So drink up.

Anyway, feel free to join in on the festivities! There will be several threads for activities where people can mingle, or you can start your own. Have a party, chill out, and/or imbibe ill-advised substances to try and forget that you died. Wheeeee!

Comments

[hellawrath]

Woah is right. True to herself, there'd been pretty much no thought to the kiss, but when the other woman responds Lup feels vindicated and flush with want. She brushes her hand along Shepard's jaw, pushes her fingers deeper into her hair and lets herself be pulled closer still, tasting alcohol and warmth and just, somebody else as desperate as her not to be alone. It feels good to just take what she wants and to let every conscious thought be swept away by this. She savors it eagerly and unabashedly for a long, drawn out moment. Lup's always known how to really make something count. Better hope Shepard doesn't need air any time soon.

At some point though even Lup is breathless and she relents, just barely. Still reluctant to pull back by even an inch, she rests her forehead against Shepard's in a gesture surprisingly tender for how pushy she'd been, eyes still closed. Then a grin blooms on her face from the rush of it all. "Nice," she declares, drunk in more ways than one. Boy, that sure was a thing, huh?

The sheer giddiness makes her lean back at last like she can't keep still, returning to her casual slouch against the edge of the pot like nothing happened. Well, she's definitely feeling pretty damn baller right now. "Coupla teenagers got nothing on us, huh?" she snorts out. Who's ever heard of taking things seriously, not her, that's for sure.

[tenthstreetbred]

Lup has always seemed fiery to her, but this kiss burns with a surprising passion that Shepard wasn't expecting but doesn't want to let go of. It makes her heart beat fast, makes her think of racing across the Citadel, reminds her of when the galaxy wasn't laid so heavily on her shoulders and she stood straight and tall. For a moment she remembers who she really is and she gives as good as she gets, eagerly taking as much as she can.

When Lup does pull away (wisely since they are both beings that need air) there's an undeniable grin on her face. And then she presses her forehead to hers and Shepard sucks in a quiet, shaky breath of air. Her skin isn't plated and riddled with ridges like Garrus's had been, but the gesture is almost unbearably intimate and her eyes fly open, tears burning at the corners for the briefest of moments. It's easy to hide her face as Lup leans back against the pot, looking like the cat that got the cream. Shepard leans back as well, gripping the side of the pot for a moment like a lifeline.

"Nothing. Teenagers haven't gotten good at kissing yet. Need time and practice to get that down."

Of course she hasn't had a lot of practice in her time but she's not gonna mention that right now. No one she's kissed has ever complained anyway so there's no reason to worry.

[hellawrath]

Lup is bathing in hot water and her success, letting herself be buoyed by both. Right now she can think of nothing better than sloppy makeouts in a hot tub. She grins indulgently at whatever the heck Shepard is saying, oh yeah she's agreeing with her, that checks out.

Time and practice. She had a lot of that, with Barry. With all of them, time and practice to grow indescribably close. Is this-- fuck, she doesn't need any more of that, here. She's got a family, waiting for her, she doesn't want time to grow another one. She's not gonna wait another hundred fucking years to get to where she's supposed to be. Longing flares up hotly in her chest and she bites her lip, not wanting to make it a thing in front of Shepard.

And Shepard's still very much here? Warm and sweet and not out of reach. Suddenly that seems even more irresistible than the kiss and she floats closer again, sneaking her arm snugly around her waist and sinking until she can rest her head on the shorter woman's shoulder. Mmm, perfect. Nailed it.

Maybe a little time wouldn't be so bad.