forum Private one on one with @violet

Started November 22, 2018 by Deleted user

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She laughed slightly, kissing her neck again, creating a hickey. "Calm down…" she growled, pulling away.

"Oi! Don't make the driver lose focus!" she laughed.

She laughed back, her eyes going to the window.

Eventually, Rosa pulled the car to a stop outside a brick building with a flashing neon sign proclaiming 'Paris and the Red Guitar'. "Weird name, I know, but there's actually a story behind it. Tell you what, we'll go and find me mate, they'll probably be 'round the front somewhere. They like to greet guests." Rosa said. "Paris used to be in a band back in the nineties. They were a smashing hit in the area with Wendy and Rodger. But when Rodger and Wendy hooked up, Paris didn't quite feel they had much of a place anymore, and so they took over their Dad's bar and turned it into a pretty good club. Anyways, Paris, when they were in the band, had a red guitar. What they were famous for, actually. So they named the club after that. We were pretty good mates though, they worked as a paramedic at the hospital I work at a little before they took over the club, and we hung out a lot after work. They're a nice person, you'll really like Paris."

"That's an actually pretty interesting story" she smiled, hopping out of the car and grabbing Rosa's hand as she came around to her side of the door.

"Yeah, it is." Rosa agreed as she walked up to the doors.

(Yup)
She gripped Rosa's hand tightly, fixing her dress a bit.

The club was a usual sort of club, with lots of strobing, dizzying lights, and lots of garishly loud music, and lots of people not wearing many clothes grinding against each other. The room was reasonably large, with white tables and plastic seats, and a slightly messy bar with a wooden counter, altogether forming an excitedly hectic atmosphere. Black, short hair awkwardly hangs over a kind, rounded face. Big, round brown eyes, set seductively within their sockets, watch faithfully over the bar they've fought to keep for for so long. A tall, curvy, feminine frame and quite noticeable freckles on a pale complexion finished the look. "Paris!" Rosa waved excitedly. The individual in question, wearing a black leather jacket and tight leather trousers complimenting their appearance, flounced over with a brilliant smile. "Rosa, my girl! And who's this?" Paris looked over towards Kayli.

"I'm Kayli" she replied, smiling at the girl. "I'd have to assume by Rosa's excitement you're Paris?" she asked, shifting closer to Rosa.

"Yeah. They/them pronouns, please. Sorry, it's just that some people mix it up." Paris admitted. "It's nice to meet one of Rosa's friends. How long have you known each other?" they asked. "Actually, we're not exactly friends… a bit more than that.." Rosa began.

"Girlfriends" she replied, smiling at them. "We've been roommates for a while" she added, holding up their hands in their together position.

"Oh…" Paris said, looking mildly shocked. "Well, congratulations!" they said in a strained voice. Rosa gave them a look. "Well, enjoy the evening here." Paris gave a faltering smile.

She smiled back at them, noticing their sudden change in expression. She continued her smile as she watched her leave, then turning to Rosa, "Do I…smell bad?" she laughed, her grip on her hand loosening.

"Not at all. Paris and I, we just… it isn't a big deal. Hey, go save us a seat at the bar, willya? I'll go talk to them." Rosa said kindly.

She looked over at Paris and back at Rosa, "O-okay…" she muttered, going back over to the bar and grabbing them a seat, starting a conversation with a nearby stranger to distract her from her girlfriend talking to another very attractive old friend, supposedly.

"Come on. Back room." Paris said, grabbing Rosa by the wrist and dragging her along. "Honestly, Paris, it isn't a big deal." Rosa snapped, annoyed. "Yes, it is." Paris opened the door, shoving her through. There was a cabinet and some boxes, not much else. Paris opened the cabinet. In the back was a panel, which Rosa opened, and then placed her hand on a scanner, and after that, typed in a code. "Really. You're overreacting." Rosa said, stepping into the cabinet with Paris. The doors closed, and the interior of the cabinet was sent shooting downwards, like an elevator. When they exited, both were standing in a vast control room. It has stone walls, blinking monitors, and a vast tower in the middle with elevators being sent everywhere. Men and women in black suits and silver badges walked back and forth, some carrying papers, others chatting with their co-workers. "Wait until Z hears about this. He'll hate it. You aren't supposed to get buddy buddy with civilians!" they shouted. "Hush. Listen, I'll make it work. I've nearly got all the intel anyways, and who knows? Kayli is skilled, she might make a good agent. She doesn't even know about this. So just let me get back to her, and go about my life getting pissed drunk and working idiotic shifts at some backwater hospital." Rosa protested.

(I've now suddenly decided that Kayli is 30% demon and 70% human, she has no clue that she has any demon part in her though. If that's ok with you)
She could now place a name to the stranger, Adelaide. She seemed interested in her romantically. She didn't have crazy attractive friends that they seemed to have a past with, she had a normal life. She had a thick British accent, long, thick blond hair, electric blue eyes and skin as soft as a baby's bottom. Even if she was a completely different person she couldn't stop putting Rosa's name and face on her. So she excused herself to the washroom.

Had she done something wrong?

(Yeah, I can work with that. You do whatever works for you.)
"Listen, go file some bloody report why don't you? I'm going back to Kayli, and you're not stopping me. Sod off. And don't you hate Z? He always gets your pronouns wrong anyways." Rosa turned on her heel, storming back to the lift. Paris groaned, running after her. "All right, all right. But don't say I didn't warn you. Z doesn't need to know about this for now." they compromised, and together, the two went back up the lift. Paris exited immediately, going to yell at some drunken idiots trying to trash the place, and Rosa went to look for Kayli. Hopefully this wouldn't turn out horribly.

Kayli shared a laugh with the girl before the feeling of Rosa's presence slipped back into the room, warm and feminine. She looked around, fixing her dress subconsciously before spotting her and turning back to the girl abruptly, awkward butterflies filling her stomach. She took another sip of her drink, before letting her gaze slip to Rosa again, already quite tipsy and the alcohol making her dress seem to slip off ever so slightly…

"All right there love?" Rosa asked, sitting down next to her girlfriend. "I managed to talk some sense into Paris. They understand how I feel about you." she gave Kayli a small peck on the cheek, soft and light as the wave of a butterfly's wing.

"Is she some sort of past fling?" she asked, placing her hands on her waist protectively. She already had said goodbye to the girl, the seat beside her welcome for Rosa. She blushed drunkenly as she kissed her cheek, smirking awkwardly.

"They, and no. We just worked together. Relax, bunny." she said soothingly. "Oi! Gin and tonic, yeah? Make it quick." she called to the bartender.

"Oh yeah, sorry. They" she corrected herself. Rubbing circles into her hips her kissed Rosa's plush lips teasingly, the smell of alcohol prominent on her breath.

"Right. Anyways, sorry for being gone so long." she said.

"It's fine" she hummed, turning away and putting both of her hands on the bar

"Glad to hear it. Anyways, you alright there? You seem a little… distant." Rosa said.

"Yea, just drunk" she replied, her eyes hazily running over Rosa's body

"Well, I'm planning on joining you." she said, snatching her drink off the counter and gulping it down.

About seven drinks later, Rosa was especially, very much, extremely drunk. "Ya see, this is what's great about this place! Nobody gives a damn how much you drink!" she cackled.