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Post by Nephele on Jun 2, 2023 0:26:10 GMT -5
Nephele sighs, shutting her eyes for only a few moments more before deciding to stand. She frowned to herself. “Chilly? I'm not that cold am I?”
With a confused look, Nephele shrugged her shoulders dismissively. It was cute, just a bit unexpected. Nephele practically ripped the dress off of herself and left it in a crumpled heap in the corner of the room. She walked around with nothing on for a little bit, taking in the joys of having autonomy of her legs again. She then dug through her bag, huffing out loud when she realized that she probably had to go clothing shopping again. She didn't feel like wearing anything super tight, so Nephele put on one of C’Leena’s tank tops and a pair of her own pants. It felt odd to wear, but she was fine with that, comfort over glamor, at least for now.
When C’Leena arrived, Nephele was sprawled out on the bed again, but she immediately perked up at the smell of food. Her eyes almost twinkled in pure happiness at the word souvlaki. “Souvlaki? Really??” Nephele sat up, perhaps a little too fast, and took the plate from C’Leena. She didn't realize how hungry she was until she was face to face with food, and she had to remind herself of manners before digging in. Food was definitely playing a part in her being so drained, and she felt a million times better now that she had something in her system.
C’Leena’s random statement about the gods hating her made Nephele look up from her food, blinking in mild confusion. It was probably just her being dramatic, like she usually is at the beginning and end of the day, but Nephele asked anyway: “Did you find the bone in your food or something? Or am I not the only one who needs to lay down?” It was a question meant to tease, but she was a little concerned. She was glaring very pointedly at her cup, and after Nephele noticed it didn't take long to put two and two together.
“I could cool it for you if you'd like?” Nephele offered. She herself couldn't take hot liquids too easily either, so she often elected to hold her drinks in her hands until it cooled down. Because of her internal body temperature, it only took 5 to 10 minutes to cool down enough for her to drink. “I doubt that the gods hate you that much…today.” Nephele takes a sip of her own tea, the skewers long desolate of meat, before placing it on the table and reaching out her hands to C’Leena. “Give it here.”
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Jun 2, 2023 10:20:23 GMT -5
C'Leena didn't initially notice that Nephele was wearing her tank top, but when she did notice, she did a double take before chuckling to herself. "Ah, the fabled clothes stealing present in all relationships. Whats next, you going to steal my hoodie?" She jokes. Truthfully, she didn't mind it. Hell, it looked good on Nephele. It doesn't fit by a long shot, but still.
Watching Nephele absolutely demolish her food was a fascinating experience. She timed her and it took 43 seconds for her to finish it. C'Leena swears she watched her unhinge her jaw like some kind of snake. She is intrigued, but incredibly concerned. "Is your jaw okay?" She asks, unable to simply not ask.
"You know? Honestly I might lay down with you for a while. If only just to vibe." Then Nephele gestures to the cup. Confused for a moment, it finally clicks on what she means. "Nono, you don't need to! I'm cool with waiting. Plus, it gives me time to do this!" Suddenly standing up, she smiles before completely vanishing from Nepheles sight1. A weight is felt on the bed behind Nephele as C'Leena wraps an arm around her waist and kisses her cheek. "See? Only profits here. Now you just finish your tea at whatever pace you want, we chill for a while and if you're up for it, we go have a night we regret the next morning, yeah?"
"Eh, I'm just being drama-wait what do you mean by today?" She asks, yet another double take at what Nephele said. The gods haven't been that mean to her before. Maybe a little mean, but she nearly fell off a roof and now burnt the shit out of her mouth. In the end, she's just being dramatic. Unless.. "Oh my god maybe the gods do hate me. Dammit! Eh, oh well. What are they going to do? Smite me?"
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Post by Nephele on Jun 2, 2023 11:51:48 GMT -5
“’Hoodie’? …Oh, is that what that is? I've never heard of that before.” Nephele repeated. She had meant to ask what that article of clothing was that C’Leena had specially tailored. As she had never been in a relationship before C’Leena, Nephele didn’t know about the clothes stealing thing. Now that she thought about it though, her fiance’s clothes were really comfortable, and the hoodie might be nice. Maybe next time.
Nephele at least had the decency to wipe her mouth while eating, and she rolled her eyes add her fiance's inquiry. “I'm fine, dearest. You'd be starving and dehydrated too if you were in my position.” She honestly couldn't understand how C’Leena hadn't finished her food in under a minute. It wasn't new information that Nephele herself had a diet that was mostly carnivorous, so maybe it was just a her thing.
When C’Leena blinked out of sight, Nephele only has half a second to process before she seized around the waist, emitting a high pitched squeak. The surprise is very momentary, but after she receives a kiss on the cheek she finds herself laughing. She's glad that she's able to go back to care freeness with C’Leena, despite the majority of the day's happenstances. Had she had gone by herself, things would have probably been much worse for Nephele. “That sounds lovely.”
Nephele continued to sip at her tea, her palm holding the bottom of it so that it would cool down a little faster. All the while her head lay against C’Leena's chest, blissful and at peace. “I wouldn't give them any ideas.” Nephele said in an ominous tone, taking another long and languid sip of tea. It had apparently become her pastime to tease C’Leena whenever she could, and it very much showed and how she tried to stifle her giggles into the cup.
She finishes her tea in a little less than an hour, mainly getting distracted by other topics of conversation. Multiple times Nephele found herself thanking C’Leena, though not providing context on what she was thanking her for. It didn't seem that she needed to though, as at the very least her spirits were a lot higher now, even if she wasn't at 100%. Even after finishing her tea, Nephele found herself idly talking about everything and nothing for a while.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Jun 2, 2023 18:35:54 GMT -5
C'Leena chuckled, forgetting for a while that Nephele doesn't know a lot of what C'Leena does. That includes what a hoodie is, apparently. "Yes, that is a hoodie, darling. I give you express permission to steal it when you wish. I would, frankly, be insulted if you don't."
"Honestly, I'm used to functioning without food n' drink for unhealthy periods of time. Prior to me becoming a Prosthetist, I worked as a general nurse to get medical experience under my belt. I don't think I had a lunch break go un-interrupted by a medical emergency for that entire duration. Suffice to say, I almost always went entire days with nothing but Bowls of Air Soup." It does occur to her that this is a near perfect example of doctors not taking care of themselves for whatever reason, but it's so far into the past that it was Pre-House Fire Incident.
"I've been tempting the gods to smite me down since day one, dal. If gods even exist on earth, I right pissed them off when I refused to die multiple times. I am unkillable and will walk this earth until a god intervenes personally to take me to the lands beyond." To say she is being dramatic might be a slight understatement. Despite it all, her voice betrays nothing but seriousness in this definitely serious tangent.
C'Leena and Nephele talk about whatever comes to mind, C'Leena briefly mentioning that she's trying to compose a new song before moving the conversation on. Eventually, there is a lull in conversation, where C'Leena is simply laying on her back and lightly combing her fingers through her hair. Her eyes dart down to the ring on her finger, then to Nepheles own ring. She's actually done it, huh? She has a life to look forward to with Nephele. That train of thought puts a smile on C'Leenas face.
They remain like that for a few more minutes before C'Leena speaks up. "How're you feeling, petal? Ready to get going?"
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Post by Nephele on Jun 2, 2023 20:06:37 GMT -5
Nephele frowned at C’Leena’s mention of a complete and utter lack of care for herself, turning her head slightly so she could see her in her peripheral, but not too much because of how comfortable she was. She already knew that C’Leena 's eating and drinking habits were nigh nonexistent, but to straight up hear what exactly they were like were a bit alarming. She didn't know how, but Nephele was going to find a way to amend that. Considering she was a disaster in the kitchen, she was perfectly fine with taking them places that have good food and drink so that she would have to indulge.
At her dramatics, Nephele reached around and poked C’Leena in the side, knowing that was probably a bad idea considering she was practically wrapped around her waist and could retaliate at any time. “You aren't going anywhere that permanent without me. I promise you, the gods above or below would have to strike me down for eternities before they drag you anywhere.”
As their conversation continued, Nephele’s headache slowly seemed to ebb away. It wasn't as intense anymore, merely a phantom in the back of her head that was probably going to get worse by the end of the night. That was fine by her though. Nephele glanced towards the window, where the sun had basically set by now, then nodded.
“We should, I for one would like to not remember my name in the morning.” Nephele said, sitting up and stretching her arms high above her head. It had been a while since she last drank, though it wasn't under the best circumstances. Despite that though, she was glad that this time she could do so somewhat safely. That is, if C’Leena wasn’t blackout drunk by the end of it all.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Jun 2, 2023 20:53:02 GMT -5
C'Leena grinned and remained laid down as Nephele got up. When Nephele was no longer in swinging distance, C'Leena does a bit of a stunt she hasn't in quite some time. Tucking her knees and rolling back, she does a kip up and sticks the landing. The soft material of the bed makes the landing a bit sketchy, but she lands it nonetheless. Stepping off the bed, she takes a deep breath, not entirely expecting to be able to land it.
"GOD that sounds good to me. You a hard liquor gal or what?" She asks simply as she walks to the door, unreasonable excited for the night to come. As stated, she's been awfully sober for a good while now, so she's looking forward to breaking that streak. Plus, she's doing it with her fiancé? She's going to greatly enjoy tonight.
Walking down into the main tavern, the crowd had grown quite a bit, but the noise wasn't all the way bad. There were plenty of people talking and conversing and it was loud, but not as bad as it could be. Pointing Nephele at a free table, C'Leena broke away and headed for the bar to buy 2 entire bottles, one of which is what Nephele opted for, and the second being whatever bottle looked like it would fuck her up the fastest and 2 shot glasses. Returning to the table, C'Leena sets down the bottles and glasses and sits down, sliding a glass to Nephele.
"There and there. You said you wanted to forget your name, we're going to forget our fucken names," She says as she opens both of the bottles and looks at the bottle she personally picked out. "50%. Good 'nuff." She pours herself a shot and immediately downs it with absolutely no hesitation. The familiar burn of alcohol elicits a smile from C'Leena.
"Let the games begin, my darling."
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Post by Nephele on Jun 2, 2023 22:16:44 GMT -5
Nephele honestly doesn't know the difference between a hard liquor and regular alcohol, considering that she’s only been drunk a handful of times and they were all in the same place. At the time she couldn't really read Common either, so she couldn't tell C’Leena what she was drinking anyway.
“I guess we're finding out together. I've always wanted to try brandy though. I wonder if I've already had it and I didn't notice.” Nephele said to herself absently. It's not like she cared too much what they drank, so long as she forgot how to speak Common all over again.
Once they made it downstairs and found a table, C’Leena came back with two bottles. Nepheleh's eyebrows flew up, surprised less than half a second before remembering that, well, it’s C’Leena. She'd never seen her drink before, but she doubted she had to.
Nephele herself doesn't understand alcohol content, but she tilts the bottle near herself that C’Leena had tried and sniffed. She cringed away immediately, not liking the smell. “Ah… so that's what the percent means.”
Nephele sighed, opening the bottle she had picked out with a simple flick of her fingers, the top of the bottle cracking off it and flying onto the ground. She didn't bat an eye at this, and took a sniff of the bottle just as she did before. This one was only around 45%, but she would be fine trying C'Leena's in the earlier stages of their festivities. It was decidedly still a bad smell, but she didn't really care. She poured it into the glass, and drank it back without hesitation. Her nose scrunched up and her ears flicked like they had been messed with, emitting a full body cringe.
“Oh that is strong.” Nephele sniffed, laughing slightly under her breath. “Let them begin indeed… let's see if you really can drink me under the table.” With a coy wink, Nephele was refilling her glass, downing another shot with a less noticeable shudder. this was going to be a long night, by far.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Jun 2, 2023 22:51:15 GMT -5
C'Leena had a very distinct advantage that she absolutely despised when it comes to drinking. Her liver isn't even real, which means it does it's job wayy better than a biological liver. That's not to say she can't get drunk, it just takes a hell of a lot more to do so. This hasn't been a secret. Hell, C'Leena even outright told Nephele not too long ago that she has a massive alcohol tolerance.
Her years of sobriety have lessened this tolerance, but not by a lot. What would usually take eight shots to get lightly buzzed, now takes about six. After Nephele takes her first two, C'Leena ponders about the brandy subject for a moment. "Well, Brandy is the sort of drink you sip at instead of downing in a shot. Decent enough alcohol content - around 30-40% I believe. Not my favorite, honestly. I prefer whiskey over brandy."
Nepheles comment and wink catches C'Leena slightly off guard, but she responds with a deep chuckle and a wry grin. "I suppose we'll see where the night takes us, hm?" She responds. The implications are blatant. The only way for it to be more obvious is if she stated exactly what she meant.
The night goes smoothly. Shots are downed by C'Leena like water, intermittently broken up by C'Leena going to get actual water for the both of them. She heavily insists on Nephele drinking water every few shots to help lessen the hangover the next morning. C'Leena does the same, more than willing to do anything to help with what might be the worst migraine of her life the next morning.
"Dude, it's so fucking stupid," She says after even more shots. C'Leena has been holding her own pretty well, but she can definitely be considered 'drunk' by now. She's leaned forward on the table, leaning on her elbows and gesturing with her hands. At some point she dropped the illusory skin on them, so the heavily inscribed metal is out for everyone to see. "The fucking internet, right? That system that lets people share information about anything and allows everyone to access that information that I told you about earlier - when people have access to all the worlds information at the click of a button, people start losing their fucking minds. Don't even get me started on Twitter; it's a cesspool of degenerates and overly horny people who don't understand when to quit."
She doesn't even know how she got onto this tangent. Will she stop? Absolutely not. "Let me put something into perspective. Data is measured in what is called 'Bytes'. Then there are Kilobytes, then Megabytes, to Gigabytes, to Terrabytes and fucken so on. Shit ramps up real quick. The entire internet is reaching a Zettabyte, which is Ten to the power of 21 bytes. That is a One, followed by Twenty Two Zeros.
"FIVE FUCKING PERCENT OF THAT IS PORN, NEPHELE. That is Fifty Trillion bytes worth of pornography. The internet is a fucking blessing and a curse. Don't get me wrong, sometimes you find something worth your time, but a lot of it is just sad"
It appears that, when C'Leena is drunk and able to rant about things that don't make a lick of sense to someone else, she won't shut up. Sure, that is an exaggeration, but not a ridiculous one. C'Leena has been talking quite a lot since she started getting more and more off her face, and this particular rant about the internet has lasted about ten minutes by now. She's only stopped now because she's unsure how to segue from this particular subject. Since she doesn't know, she opts to instead take yet another shot. She's gone through about 3/4ths of a pretty decently sized bottle and is nowhere near as sloshed as one would expect from this much alcohol.
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Post by Nephele on Jun 2, 2023 23:56:11 GMT -5
Surprisingly, Nephele can hold her alcohol for quite a while. Between drinks there is conversation, and Nephele is mostly sticking to the bottle of brandy, though at some point she does take from whatever C’Leena had. After about five shots of brandy and maybe two of what she suspected was whiskey, she could see double of everything for just about ten minutes straight.
At some point during the night, C’Leena was ranting. Nephele couldn't figure out what it was for for the life of her, something about a “inner-net” and how it has something like, a gazillion things to bite on it? Also something about porn, that part she did get. Regardless though, Nephele found herself staring with a mostly blank, wide eyed face at C’Leena, humming randomly to show she was listening (she wasn't, poor girl couldn't even hear). It seemed that everything that she was saying was either something she simply would have never known, or she was hallucinating and everything that came out of C'Leena's mouth sounded like gibberish. Either way, there was still more to drink, and Nephele continued with another shot.
By this point her mouth was numb, but Nephele eventually broke her silence, her words slurred and holding her head up to lean on her palms. “Pretty…” it's all she says, staring heavily at C’Leena’s arm. It was exposed now, and at this point she was looking at the circuitry in bleary fascination. Whatever C’Leena was saying was flying out of one ear.
She doesn't speak loud enough for C’Leena to hear her, as if a small part of her is still conscious enough to let her fiancé rant about eating porn in a net…that’s what she said right? Such a strange culture she seemed to have in her realm. What else did one consume in the inner net? Did they make other things consumable like that?
“Metallo…” Nephele looks like she has not blinked in hours, and her hand suddenly surges up. Unfortunately, due to the world being blurry and spinning, she completely misses her arm and ends up placing her ice cold palm right on C’Leena 's face. Finally she blinks. And then Nephele is laughing, and it's loud. The fact that her drinks are being chased with water and she was still acting like this would be mildly concerning to any sober person.
She drops her hand and her head at the same time, her head thudding against the table as she starts laughing, banging her fist on the table and drawing some attention. So no, Nephele wasn't technically a lightweight, but when she was drunk she was drunk.
At some point during the night, a small group of performers had come in and started playing music somewhere toward the front. It was unsure when they had even started or entered the tavern, as the couple were clearly preoccupied. For some reason, Nephele perked up, finally noticing that there was music playing.
She lifted her head abruptly, “Choros.” Then Nephele was up on her feet, nearly falling over as she finally found C’Leena's hand, on her clumsily to stand. Her next words are said in such a heavy accent that it's nigh incomprehensible, but there's determination there still. “Dance. Now.”
1 metallo = metal 2 choros = dance
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Jun 3, 2023 0:26:50 GMT -5
"I'm sorry?" C'Leena asks, not hearing what Nephele said. With C'Leenas tangent, the noise of the tavern and the thickness of Nepheles accent, all 3 variables made understanding Nephele incredibly difficult. She'll figure it out, though. Not receiving any sort of elaboration on what Nephele said, she shrugged and continue speaking.
Nephele once again said a single word, but this time she was able to pick it up by some sort of divine intervention. Whatever Nephele said, it wasn't English, but she heard 'Metal' and can see Nephele eyeing her prosthetics. She glances between Nephele and her arm with a smile. "What, my arms catching your fanc-"
C'Leena was taken aback slightly by the sudden hand on her face, which then promptly devolved into Nephele pissing herself with laughter. It completely halted everything that was going on in C'Leena's mind as she proceeded to join Nephele in the moment of hysteria. The couple then proceed to spend the next couple of minutes absolutely losing their shit for no reason.
Compared to Nephele, C'Leena was better off. Not by a large amount, but C'Leena still had a passable amount of coordination and enough sense of mind to at least try to stifle her laughter. It was truly a fight, each time the couple try, Nephele would crack, which would cause C'Leena to break as well, which dominoed into the both of them laughing even harder than before. Eventually, they do calm themselves down enough, but only because Nepheles attention got arrested by the musicians that turned up about 10 minutes prior.
The music being played is of a pretty high tempo, with a couple other groups dancing along as well. Very few people in the tavern look at all sober, so C'Leena and Nephele only really stand out with Nephele being a Fey wearing unfamiliar clothing and C'Leena with her metallic arms and aquamarine eyes. Seeing Nephele practically demand C'Leena to dance is incredibly adorable, so C'Leena stands up and takes Nepheles hand and leads her towards the band. C'Leena is watching Nephele carefully, ready to try to catch her if she stumbles or something of the sort.
The last time Nephele and C'Leena danced was damn near 6 months ago, the night after they had initially met. Outside of that, they have been upsettingly music deficient, only with C'Leena playing Nephele the piano the one time it was available to her. Dancing with Nephele again, even if there is absolutely no rhyme or reason to it will be nice.
Stepping to where the primary crowd is, C'Leena takes Nepheles hands in both of hers and pulls her in for a brief kiss. "You want to dance? Lets dance."
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Post by Nephele on Jun 3, 2023 1:03:49 GMT -5
Nephele is almost in a rush to stand and dance, but the problem therein lies with the fact that her sobriety was nonexistent and she was only paying attention to C’Leena and the music. She stumbles a lot, but somehow manages to catch herself every time before she can fall over, clinging to C’Leena 's hand in a vice grip as she's led to where other tavern goers were dancing.
They hadn't danced together in ages, but Nephele didn't care about that. What she did care about was that they were about to dance right now, and she laughed drunkenly and belatedly when C’Leena kisses her. The song is faster, but Nephele doesn't seem to have a single bone in her body that couldn't adapt to anything music or dance related, no matter how intoxicated she was. She was still a little clumsier than she usually was, but quicker movement wasn't hard to manage at all.
She was laughing the entire time, twirling under C’Leena’s arm and dancing mainly on tiptoe. It seemed that old habits definitely died hard with her dance technique, the swiftness of the dance not losing her more contemporary style. There wasn't really much leading on her part, except for helping C’Leena keep the rhythm. Nephele looked an absolute mess in all honesty, but the lightness of her body mostly covered up some of the clumsy movements to those who weren't directly dancing with her.
Nephele couldn't remember the last time she'd danced like this, less controlled than the time that she and C’Leena had danced outside that one time. It was nice, and even in her drunken state she really hoped that C’Leena was having as much fun as she was. In truth, she'd never danced like that with anyone other than her before, and in all honesty she didn't mind it staying that way.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Jun 3, 2023 3:08:38 GMT -5
C'Leena smiles stupidly wide when Nephele laughs like she does. It may be drunken and slurred, but it's raw and just her. Alcohol tends to bring out who people really are, oftentimes for the worst. Right now, though? C'Leena has who Nephele really is right in front of her, just as Nephele has C'Leena in front of her.
As they dance and Nephele continues giggling and laughing, C'Leena finds herself laughing alongside her. Through twirls and spins and various other moves that make little to no sense, the couple simply have fun with it. Just enjoying the music and enjoying the company they find their selves in. With C'Leena, she never really was a dancer outside of Nephele. While she isn't going to go out of her way to learn more dances to impress, she'd happily dance and learn from Nephele herself.
C'Leena hadn't danced like this ever. Generally if she's dancing, there's a purpose in mind, there's rhythm and routine. Here, she's just doing whatever the hell she thinks Nephele is doing and she's more than happy to continue doing so. So that's exactly what they do. They continue dancing through multiple songs, the tempo gradually getting slower until C'Leena half-twirls Nephele and pulls her in. C'Leena rests her head on Nepheles shoulder as she still holds gently onto Nepheles hands with her eyes closed, focused entirely on the chill of her skin and the light sway they have going on.
Nephele is most likely the only person in the world that would allow C'Leena enough comfort for her to just be herself like this. In this moment, she loves Nephele to no end. What better way to express it than by straight up telling her? "I love you, Nephele. More than anything in the world." It's simple, effective and to the point. C'Leena lightly kisses Nephele on the cheek as they continue swaying, enjoying the music and the night as a whole. The chances of her remembering anything of this night are slim, but she hopes she can at least remember this.
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Post by Nephele on Jun 3, 2023 12:21:31 GMT -5
There are several moments where Nephele almost stepson C’Leena 's feet, that goes out of her way to sidestep and nearly fall over rather than interrupting the chaotic flow. The amount of time that passes is indefinite, but that doesn't really matter. Right now, Nephele is letting the music move her, guiding C’Leena to the rhythm until the songs ultimately slow down as the time passes. Nephele lets out a high-pitched shriek of excitement when she's pulled in, allowing her heartbeat to slowly regain normalcy.
The sway that they are in works wonders to calm her down, with absent giggles escaping her every now and again. The world was still spinning, and she thinks she has a headache, but that doesn't matter to her because C’Leena is warm. As C’Leena leans forward to rest her head on her shoulder, Nephele leans her head backwards and sighs happily. Her hand snakes up to hold C’Leena’s head in place, and she smiles, turning her head to kiss her ear. Unfortunately body autonomy was out the window for her, especially since they had been twirling and spinning and carrying on. If she was dizzy before, she was blissfully disoriented. “I love you more…”
They stay dancing for a while, until ultimately there is an intermission between the music numbers, and Nephele turns around to wrap her arms around C’Leena’s neck. She's practically hanging there but being as she weighs basically nothing it's not that much strain. There's a brief kiss pressed to C’Leena’s collarbone, and then Nephele is practically whining. “Whiskeyyyy…” It was a request to sit down, uncomfortable with her shoes now that she had been standing for what was probably a few hours.
In her state, it's obvious that another drink would spell out trouble for Nephele. She could barely form proper sentences, and C’Leena’s eyes were three times brighter than they normally were. One sometimes fatal flaw about the fey was their often overindulgence in certain temptations, especially food and drink. Nephele was usually socialized enough to understand her boundaries, but her mouth was dry and her head hurt and if she remembered correctly, there was still a little bit left in the bottle from when they stood up.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Jun 3, 2023 12:50:34 GMT -5
"You make a powerful argument there, dal. I still remember my name, and that's no good." She says, walking the pair back to the table. C'Leena helps Nephele sit down before sitting down herself. Looking at the bottle, there is a bit less than a quarter left. It would be a disgrace not to finish the bottle off, right? Once the bottle is done, they'll pack it in.. Maybe.
Pouring more shots for the pair went.. decent enough. C'Leena spilt a bit, rather loudly cursing at herself for doing so, but they finish off the bottle rather quickly. Once the bottle was finished, however, the night quickly became a blur. She remembers snippits of moments, such as apparently more dancing at some point, C'Leena devolving into a pure loverbug and an orb?
The night goes on, the crowd lessens as the hours tick by, sunrise just around the corner. The only reason the couple stop is because of the bartender whos name is either forgotten or simply not known comes up to their table. "Ladies, as thoroughly amusing it is to watch your drunken antics, sunrise is around the corner. I know you two have a room here, so consider this me cutting you off." He says in a kind, but stern tone. C'Leena looks upset at this development, but nods anyway.
"Yeeah, thats fair 'nuff, big fella." She slurs, resting her head in her palm for a moment. Speaking was a mistake for a moment there, but after she gets her bearings, she stands up delicately, trying not to topple. C'Leena moves to the opposite side of the table, where she helps Nephele stand as well. "C'mon, dal. Big mate over here is right, we oughta pack it in." She turns to look at the bartender, still standing there but seemingly ready to help if one of the couple lose balance. "Bro, I fucken love you.. Platonically. I'm gonna be marrying this one here," She places her hand on the top of Nepheles head. "..Holy shit i'm going to be marrying Nephele. Jesus christ, life is fucking great right now. Okayokayokay, going now. G'night mate!"
The trip upstairs and into the room simply doesn't exist in C'Leenas memory. The next thing she knows, she's laying in bed next to Nephele, staring up at the ceiling with a hangover. The water that C'Leena insisted on drinking helped alleviate the worst of the hangover, but it's still not pleasant. Something strange catches her eye, however. "What the fuck-oww."
Hovering just above C'Leena is what appears to be a crystal orb. It floats downward, toward C'Leena before stopping, and then hovering off. "Why the fuck is there a flying ball here?" She asks herself, trying desperately to remember where it came from. No answers come to mind as C'Leena delicately sits up, holding her head and scrunching her eyes shut. Despite the pain that is akin to a dwarven miner trying to escape her skull with a pickaxe, she smiles. Last night was fun, and definitely something to do again sometime. Maybe minus finding random orbs hovering ominously above you, but maybe that just adds to the mystery.
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Post by Nephele on Jun 3, 2023 14:15:53 GMT -5
Nephele was full of laughs the entire rest of the night, where it seemed everything was so funny to her no matter what happened. C’Leena spilling whiskey on herself has her nearly falling to the ground, but all she knows is that by the time the night is done and they are cut off (to which Nephele very adamantly complained about in a mixture of Greek and Common), her throat is sore and her head aches.
The next morning, Nephele is nothing short of grumpy. She wakes up maybe 10 minutes before C’Leena does, attempting to open her eyes and feeling like the sun was ripping into her retinas. She buried herself deeper into the blankets, grumbling things unintelligibly. She hisses as her migraine has come back five times as bad and her stomach hurts and everything hurts.
She barely remembered the night, just knowing that her legs and head were killing her and that it was unreasonably cold. Or was it hot? Nephele couldn't say that she basked in the silence, because her own breathing was still too loud and her ears were ringing. “Hése mas…” she cursed from her spot under the covers, trying to make the pain stop.
Eventually, Nephele found herself dozing back off, only the top of her head and her cascade of white hair visible from where she was hidden under the covers. When she woke up again it was because she heard C’Leena’s voice, and she groaned in protest. “Too loud… shush.” She reached out to where she heard C’Leena's voice, hitting her arm blearily. She felt simultaneously freezing cold and scalding hot, but she refused to leave the blankets.
As she woke up, Nephele barely registered C’Leena's question to the air, not keen on checking what was above the surface just yet because quite frankly, the sun was too bright and the next she was going to do if it further disturbed her was fight it. Instead, she hummed out half-hearted “Hmm?” If she could help it, Nephele was staying far away from life for today. An earthquake could come through and it couldn't move her in this moment, her hand resting on C’Leena’s arm and curled up into a fetal position. Slowly, the memories of the night were coming back, but they weren't too graphic, merely blips of memory.
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