Beau & Eve
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helblingIt was the sheer anticipatory glee in Eve's voice that worried her.
It was actually making her pause in the corridor outside the front door of her flat for god's sake. The ghoul had actually sounded joyful at the prospect Beau had put to her in a phonecall.
"A whole weekend?! Brilliant!"
Which had sort of shot the small hope she'd been nuturing in the head, really - bang went any optimism that news of the forfeit would be greeted by Eve snorting and telling her not to bother her.
So now, here she was. In preparation for spending a whole 2 nights being bored out of her brain. God only knew what the damn woman had planned; girl talk that Beau would have absolutely no interest in, putting each other's hair in ever more ridiculous shapes - Beau planned to call that to a halt by threatening to cut Eve's if push came to shove - and movies about mortals finding love in unrealistic circumstances that would leave her annoyed and maybe nauseous.
Sighing, she knocked - if Eve produced any kind of sleeping clothes with built in footwear, she was so spending the next 2 nights in wolf skin....
Eve pulled the door open, and Beau couldn't help but stare. Her hair was a perfect shiny black bob, her lips painted blood red and pouting, her eyes dark and smokey - she was clad in a miniskirt and a red dangling top of some sort that left both her sternum and most of her back on show, and a pair of patent leather fuck-me pumps were dangling from one hand.
A very large, very alcoholic-looking drink was in her other.
"Aw crap," Beau managed to mutter around the realisation that she had vastly underestimated what the ghoul was about to put her through, before she was tugged into the apartment.
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Beau was not leaving her corner. It had taken time, effort and more snarling than was dignified to scare enough mortals away that she could put her back to two adjoining walls in the nightclub, and now she'd managed it, she was not shifting.
Nope.
Under no circumstances.
Eve was beginning to look exasperated.
"Just come out and dance!"
"No!" Was Beau's snapped response. She was in an equally revealing top, but had managed to persuade Eve out of putting her in a skirt, so instead had on a pair of what were apparently 'nice' jeans (as far as Beau could tell, this was because when the light hit them right, they had sparkly bits, but as she hadn't realised this until they'd left the house so she was stuck with them) and while she was in heels, it was sandals with a thick stack of a heel which she could run in, rather than the stiletto things Eve was tottering around in. "An' that ain't dancin'!" She gestured at the writhing dance floor, where the occupants, as far as she could tell, were either attempting to copulate with invisible people or were convinced there was a spider somewhere on their person and were vigorously shaking it off, if their movements were any indication.
Eve rang a hand through her hair with fingers that were shaped like claws. "It is dancing, it's just not what you're used to! You need to try it! Just...feel the music!"
Beau stared at her. "Music?!" As if to prove her point the beat changed to something faster, the thuds so loud she could feel it through her skin. "This ain't music, it's some poor fool on a drum kit who's havin' a seizure!"
"It's called drum and bass!"
"Ah don't care!"
Eve gave a wordless yelp of frustration and suddenly threw herself forward so her hands were either side of Beau's head, her nose a hair's breadth away from Beau's. "Drink me," she growled under the music.
"What!" Beau stared at her. "Here?! You gone cracked on me?!"
Eve rolled her eyes. "People will think we're making out, and you need at least a buzz to start enjoying this...and you're currently harshing mine! Bill said whateverI want to do... and I want you to drink me. Now."
Beau glared at her. "Y'all," she said in her most omnious tone. "Are gonna regret this."
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"No-o-o-o..."
Turned out, Beau thought, it was kind of difficult to say the word 'no' when you were tipsy for the first time in a hundred and something years and couldn't stop giggling.
Eve sniggered into her martini - apparently gin and tonics were for drinking at home - and eyed the crowd with a gaze that was probably supposed to be thoughtful, but she was just as tipsy as Beau was so looked a little leery.
"Hrm.... that one!"
Beau looked the selected victim over - a pretty petite red head. "Nope," she shook her head for emphasis. "Necklace - pain in tha ass ta eat round. Pick 'nother one."
Eve twisted her mouth, before her eyes lit up. "Oooooh, him!"
She gestured to a very pretty man who had just gotten to the front of the queue for the bar - he had light brown curly hair, golden skin and blue, blue eyes - from the arrogant twist of his smile, he knew very well exactly how good looking he was, and the slight sway as he leaned on the bar he'd already had quite a few. Dealing with his undoubtedly bulbous ego made her sigh - the alcohol in her system made the sigh louder than it should have been. "Do ah hafta?" She looked pleadingly at Eve who shook her empty glass at Beau like a threat.
"Yes. I want to get more drunk. You are with me. You therefore also need to get more drunk. Which means....drink." She raised an eyebrow meaningfully. "Go. Him. Or...just make sure you come back having drunk for chrissake."
Beau rolled her eyes at her but obediantly got to her feet and slid through the crowd - as fuzzy as her head was, at least her balance was behaving itself - towards the pretty boy who was just stepping away from the bar.
She frowned for a second - what was it Bill had said? Lead with a compliment, then ask a question. Well, it wasn't really like she was in the mood for subtle.
"Hey you!" She called - the man stopped for a second, locating who was talking. "Y'all gotta sweet ass - ya work out?"
His eyes widened as he looked her up and down, and then his expression changed to half demeaning sneer, half disbelieving laughter. "I don't think so sweetheart," he replied in a tone that suggested he was conversing with dog muck. "Maybe if I were dead."
Laughing along with his compatriots, he brushed past her, deliberately jostling, if her measure was correct.
For a second she considered pushing the point, but she'd never liked the flavouring of pompous-prick in her blood, and frankly, there were other quieter options.
"Duuuuuuuuuuuuude...." came a muttering from behind her. She turned to see a figure sporting a sports cap and a three day old beard staring at the lights over the bar like he'd never seen electricity before.
Well, Eve had said drunker - this guy was obviously out of his skull. Mission nearly-accomplished.
"Hey there," she said with a smile, turning to stalk towards him.
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"Duuuuuuuuuuuuude...." Beau muttered staring up into the sky, words slurring. "Lookit all tha stars!"
Eve, beside her, burst into hysterical laughter. "Beau, they aren't stars," her words were slurred as well, mainly due to the five - or was it six? Beau honestly hadn't kept count, she just knew Eve kept turning up with full glasses - martinis she'd had. "They're just lights from the houses on top of the hill."
Beau frowned. "Oh." She tried to think. It was difficult - her head was all fuzzy and the floating lights kept distracting her. Absent mindedly, she tried to bat them away. "But there are stars. Ah wonder if they work laike tha sun does if ya git close enough, or if it's just tha sun." She blinked. "Ah wonder if tha sun is laike what tha sun is if yer over there."
Without waiting for an answer, or explaining herself, she pressed the buzzer for Eve's flat on the outside of the building, waiting for the noise that said the door was unlocked.
It took a fully thirty seconds of no answer and Eve's continuing guffaws for her to realise why, exactly, she hadn't been let in. She scowled at the ghoul - or tried to, her eyebrows had gone kind of numb. "Aw, c'mon, lemme in!"
"Beau," Eve slurred. "You have your own keys!"
Beau blinked and withdrew her keys from her pocket. "Hunh," she said, looking down at them. So many keys - so many places she'd never go again. She was kind of glad - a lot of them were boring. Or stupid. She hated stupid. They were always the ones that thought she was George's wife.
She stopped, looking over at Eve. "Ah don't laike bein' a wife," she told her, trying to emphasize her point.
Eve just giggled and pulled out her own keys to let them in. "Noted." Gently, or as gently as she could, she steered her through the lobby, up the stars, unlocked her front door and led Beau into the flat.
Beau wobbled her way over to the sofa and sat down, staring at her feet. She was wearing sandals. They were not her boots. Where were her boots? She could not see them.
"Beeeeeeeeeeau," called Eve from her bedroom. "I want blooooooooooooood."
Blood? Well, she could do that. "Ok," she replied, examining her wrist. Finding a likely spot, she bit down and was rewarded with a spurt. "Come an' git it!"
"Wha?" Eve stuck her head around the door and her eyes lit up at the red liquid welling up from Beau's outstretched arm. "Yay!" No longer hampered by her heels, she ran across the room to latch onto Beau's wrist with enthusiasm. "Fankoo," she muttered around her mouthfuls.
"No prob...hey." Beau frowned at the gulping woman. "Ya ain't supposed ta have too much. S'bad fer ya. Hey!"
Eve ignored her and kept drinking.
"Hey!" Beau gave her arm an experimental shake, but Eve hung on. "Ah said, stoppit!" Placing a booted foot on Eve's shoulder, she pushed her back - there was an audible 'pop' as Eve's mouth came free, and Beau managed to splatter blood across the pair of them before she got the wound to her mouth to lick it closed.
Eve sniggered. "Oops," she said, happily licking the blood spots off the back of her own hands.
Beau frowned. "Bad," she managed, waving one blood covered finger at the woman.
"Sorry," said Eve, who didn't look sorry but was watching the finger. "Can I lick you?"
Beau looked at herself. Well, she'd said she wanted blood. "G'won then."
Eve latched on immediately. "We should do what Tobias used to do," she opined, between licks.
Beau was wondering if it was possible for her to cat nap even if she had a wolf-skin. "Wassat?"
Eve grinned. "Do this while having sex."
Beau blinked at her. "Er...."
Eve grinned. "Come on - it'll be fun!"
Beau shook her head. "Nooooo....."
For starters, she was kind of sure she didn't want to. Something about Eve being a ghoul. For another...how did you even have sex with another woman? It wasn't like...
"No." she repeated, more firmly.
Eve started licking up her arm. "Bill said whatever I want to do..."
Beau squinted. "Ah don't think he meant this."
Eve nodded vigorously, and then kissed the inside of Beau's elbow. "He did."
"No."
"Yes." Another kiss.
"No!" Beau scrabbled backwards, but ran out of sofa and therefore ended up toppling backwards onto the floor, legs still propped on the sofa arm. Eve scowled at the sandals.
"No shoes on the furniture!" she admonished, and yanked them off.
Then there was a pause while they both tried to remember what they'd been arguing about.
"Yes!"
"No," replied Beau. Then her eyes lit up with an idea. "Ah'll call him an' ask!" She shoved her hand in her jean pocket for her phone.
"No!" Even also made a grab for the pocket. A brief struggle ensued, and after a few seconds, Beau scrabbled away triumphantly clutching her phone.
Across the room, Eve scrabbled away triumphantly clutching Beau's jeans.
Beau looked down at her bare legs and just about managed to work out that maybe continuing to stand where she was - within easy reach - wasn't a good idea, and bolted for the window and the tree outside it she normally used as an entrance point. She missed the jump, but still managed to just about land on a branch that would take her weight, and putting her phone in her mouth, used both hands to scrabble along the branch to reach the trunk.
Inside, the blood seemed to finally be kicking in for Eve who was now staring at the jeans in awe, until a coupel of seconds later blinked and looked up, looking around for Beau.
Sticking her tongue out, Beau hit the call button.
[Continued on the appropriate board, sorry guys ^_^ ]
It was actually making her pause in the corridor outside the front door of her flat for god's sake. The ghoul had actually sounded joyful at the prospect Beau had put to her in a phonecall.
"A whole weekend?! Brilliant!"
Which had sort of shot the small hope she'd been nuturing in the head, really - bang went any optimism that news of the forfeit would be greeted by Eve snorting and telling her not to bother her.
So now, here she was. In preparation for spending a whole 2 nights being bored out of her brain. God only knew what the damn woman had planned; girl talk that Beau would have absolutely no interest in, putting each other's hair in ever more ridiculous shapes - Beau planned to call that to a halt by threatening to cut Eve's if push came to shove - and movies about mortals finding love in unrealistic circumstances that would leave her annoyed and maybe nauseous.
Sighing, she knocked - if Eve produced any kind of sleeping clothes with built in footwear, she was so spending the next 2 nights in wolf skin....
Eve pulled the door open, and Beau couldn't help but stare. Her hair was a perfect shiny black bob, her lips painted blood red and pouting, her eyes dark and smokey - she was clad in a miniskirt and a red dangling top of some sort that left both her sternum and most of her back on show, and a pair of patent leather fuck-me pumps were dangling from one hand.
A very large, very alcoholic-looking drink was in her other.
"Aw crap," Beau managed to mutter around the realisation that she had vastly underestimated what the ghoul was about to put her through, before she was tugged into the apartment.
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Beau was not leaving her corner. It had taken time, effort and more snarling than was dignified to scare enough mortals away that she could put her back to two adjoining walls in the nightclub, and now she'd managed it, she was not shifting.
Nope.
Under no circumstances.
Eve was beginning to look exasperated.
"Just come out and dance!"
"No!" Was Beau's snapped response. She was in an equally revealing top, but had managed to persuade Eve out of putting her in a skirt, so instead had on a pair of what were apparently 'nice' jeans (as far as Beau could tell, this was because when the light hit them right, they had sparkly bits, but as she hadn't realised this until they'd left the house so she was stuck with them) and while she was in heels, it was sandals with a thick stack of a heel which she could run in, rather than the stiletto things Eve was tottering around in. "An' that ain't dancin'!" She gestured at the writhing dance floor, where the occupants, as far as she could tell, were either attempting to copulate with invisible people or were convinced there was a spider somewhere on their person and were vigorously shaking it off, if their movements were any indication.
Eve rang a hand through her hair with fingers that were shaped like claws. "It is dancing, it's just not what you're used to! You need to try it! Just...feel the music!"
Beau stared at her. "Music?!" As if to prove her point the beat changed to something faster, the thuds so loud she could feel it through her skin. "This ain't music, it's some poor fool on a drum kit who's havin' a seizure!"
"It's called drum and bass!"
"Ah don't care!"
Eve gave a wordless yelp of frustration and suddenly threw herself forward so her hands were either side of Beau's head, her nose a hair's breadth away from Beau's. "Drink me," she growled under the music.
"What!" Beau stared at her. "Here?! You gone cracked on me?!"
Eve rolled her eyes. "People will think we're making out, and you need at least a buzz to start enjoying this...and you're currently harshing mine! Bill said whateverI want to do... and I want you to drink me. Now."
Beau glared at her. "Y'all," she said in her most omnious tone. "Are gonna regret this."
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"No-o-o-o..."
Turned out, Beau thought, it was kind of difficult to say the word 'no' when you were tipsy for the first time in a hundred and something years and couldn't stop giggling.
Eve sniggered into her martini - apparently gin and tonics were for drinking at home - and eyed the crowd with a gaze that was probably supposed to be thoughtful, but she was just as tipsy as Beau was so looked a little leery.
"Hrm.... that one!"
Beau looked the selected victim over - a pretty petite red head. "Nope," she shook her head for emphasis. "Necklace - pain in tha ass ta eat round. Pick 'nother one."
Eve twisted her mouth, before her eyes lit up. "Oooooh, him!"
She gestured to a very pretty man who had just gotten to the front of the queue for the bar - he had light brown curly hair, golden skin and blue, blue eyes - from the arrogant twist of his smile, he knew very well exactly how good looking he was, and the slight sway as he leaned on the bar he'd already had quite a few. Dealing with his undoubtedly bulbous ego made her sigh - the alcohol in her system made the sigh louder than it should have been. "Do ah hafta?" She looked pleadingly at Eve who shook her empty glass at Beau like a threat.
"Yes. I want to get more drunk. You are with me. You therefore also need to get more drunk. Which means....drink." She raised an eyebrow meaningfully. "Go. Him. Or...just make sure you come back having drunk for chrissake."
Beau rolled her eyes at her but obediantly got to her feet and slid through the crowd - as fuzzy as her head was, at least her balance was behaving itself - towards the pretty boy who was just stepping away from the bar.
She frowned for a second - what was it Bill had said? Lead with a compliment, then ask a question. Well, it wasn't really like she was in the mood for subtle.
"Hey you!" She called - the man stopped for a second, locating who was talking. "Y'all gotta sweet ass - ya work out?"
His eyes widened as he looked her up and down, and then his expression changed to half demeaning sneer, half disbelieving laughter. "I don't think so sweetheart," he replied in a tone that suggested he was conversing with dog muck. "Maybe if I were dead."
Laughing along with his compatriots, he brushed past her, deliberately jostling, if her measure was correct.
For a second she considered pushing the point, but she'd never liked the flavouring of pompous-prick in her blood, and frankly, there were other quieter options.
"Duuuuuuuuuuuuude...." came a muttering from behind her. She turned to see a figure sporting a sports cap and a three day old beard staring at the lights over the bar like he'd never seen electricity before.
Well, Eve had said drunker - this guy was obviously out of his skull. Mission nearly-accomplished.
"Hey there," she said with a smile, turning to stalk towards him.
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"Duuuuuuuuuuuuude...." Beau muttered staring up into the sky, words slurring. "Lookit all tha stars!"
Eve, beside her, burst into hysterical laughter. "Beau, they aren't stars," her words were slurred as well, mainly due to the five - or was it six? Beau honestly hadn't kept count, she just knew Eve kept turning up with full glasses - martinis she'd had. "They're just lights from the houses on top of the hill."
Beau frowned. "Oh." She tried to think. It was difficult - her head was all fuzzy and the floating lights kept distracting her. Absent mindedly, she tried to bat them away. "But there are stars. Ah wonder if they work laike tha sun does if ya git close enough, or if it's just tha sun." She blinked. "Ah wonder if tha sun is laike what tha sun is if yer over there."
Without waiting for an answer, or explaining herself, she pressed the buzzer for Eve's flat on the outside of the building, waiting for the noise that said the door was unlocked.
It took a fully thirty seconds of no answer and Eve's continuing guffaws for her to realise why, exactly, she hadn't been let in. She scowled at the ghoul - or tried to, her eyebrows had gone kind of numb. "Aw, c'mon, lemme in!"
"Beau," Eve slurred. "You have your own keys!"
Beau blinked and withdrew her keys from her pocket. "Hunh," she said, looking down at them. So many keys - so many places she'd never go again. She was kind of glad - a lot of them were boring. Or stupid. She hated stupid. They were always the ones that thought she was George's wife.
She stopped, looking over at Eve. "Ah don't laike bein' a wife," she told her, trying to emphasize her point.
Eve just giggled and pulled out her own keys to let them in. "Noted." Gently, or as gently as she could, she steered her through the lobby, up the stars, unlocked her front door and led Beau into the flat.
Beau wobbled her way over to the sofa and sat down, staring at her feet. She was wearing sandals. They were not her boots. Where were her boots? She could not see them.
"Beeeeeeeeeeau," called Eve from her bedroom. "I want blooooooooooooood."
Blood? Well, she could do that. "Ok," she replied, examining her wrist. Finding a likely spot, she bit down and was rewarded with a spurt. "Come an' git it!"
"Wha?" Eve stuck her head around the door and her eyes lit up at the red liquid welling up from Beau's outstretched arm. "Yay!" No longer hampered by her heels, she ran across the room to latch onto Beau's wrist with enthusiasm. "Fankoo," she muttered around her mouthfuls.
"No prob...hey." Beau frowned at the gulping woman. "Ya ain't supposed ta have too much. S'bad fer ya. Hey!"
Eve ignored her and kept drinking.
"Hey!" Beau gave her arm an experimental shake, but Eve hung on. "Ah said, stoppit!" Placing a booted foot on Eve's shoulder, she pushed her back - there was an audible 'pop' as Eve's mouth came free, and Beau managed to splatter blood across the pair of them before she got the wound to her mouth to lick it closed.
Eve sniggered. "Oops," she said, happily licking the blood spots off the back of her own hands.
Beau frowned. "Bad," she managed, waving one blood covered finger at the woman.
"Sorry," said Eve, who didn't look sorry but was watching the finger. "Can I lick you?"
Beau looked at herself. Well, she'd said she wanted blood. "G'won then."
Eve latched on immediately. "We should do what Tobias used to do," she opined, between licks.
Beau was wondering if it was possible for her to cat nap even if she had a wolf-skin. "Wassat?"
Eve grinned. "Do this while having sex."
Beau blinked at her. "Er...."
Eve grinned. "Come on - it'll be fun!"
Beau shook her head. "Nooooo....."
For starters, she was kind of sure she didn't want to. Something about Eve being a ghoul. For another...how did you even have sex with another woman? It wasn't like...
"No." she repeated, more firmly.
Eve started licking up her arm. "Bill said whatever I want to do..."
Beau squinted. "Ah don't think he meant this."
Eve nodded vigorously, and then kissed the inside of Beau's elbow. "He did."
"No."
"Yes." Another kiss.
"No!" Beau scrabbled backwards, but ran out of sofa and therefore ended up toppling backwards onto the floor, legs still propped on the sofa arm. Eve scowled at the sandals.
"No shoes on the furniture!" she admonished, and yanked them off.
Then there was a pause while they both tried to remember what they'd been arguing about.
"Yes!"
"No," replied Beau. Then her eyes lit up with an idea. "Ah'll call him an' ask!" She shoved her hand in her jean pocket for her phone.
"No!" Even also made a grab for the pocket. A brief struggle ensued, and after a few seconds, Beau scrabbled away triumphantly clutching her phone.
Across the room, Eve scrabbled away triumphantly clutching Beau's jeans.
Beau looked down at her bare legs and just about managed to work out that maybe continuing to stand where she was - within easy reach - wasn't a good idea, and bolted for the window and the tree outside it she normally used as an entrance point. She missed the jump, but still managed to just about land on a branch that would take her weight, and putting her phone in her mouth, used both hands to scrabble along the branch to reach the trunk.
Inside, the blood seemed to finally be kicking in for Eve who was now staring at the jeans in awe, until a coupel of seconds later blinked and looked up, looking around for Beau.
Sticking her tongue out, Beau hit the call button.
[Continued on the appropriate board, sorry guys ^_^ ]
