08-02-2024, 08:01 PM
[[Continued from Feed the Horde]]
She skidded them to a halt. Between the adrenaline of the ride, the remnants of drugs and alcohol still racing through her system, Nox’s carnal attentions, and the unusual night’s events, she wasn’t feeling so bad. What she thought of the obvious and loud party spilling from Nox’s new place was obscured by the inscrutable look she threw back at him over her shoulder. But she didn’t shove him unceremoniously off her ride and leave him in the dust, so it couldn’t be all bad.
Ori didn’t wait for him to make a decision, or offer an explanation, and it was clear she didn’t intend to ferry him anywhere else now they were here. She climbed off, and though she didn’t secure the bike, she did do something to it with a quick flick of the power. Nox was free to follow or fret; she headed in, running her eyes up and down the partygoers spilled out the front door as though it were her own domain they were intruding on. Each one was in a mask.
In the entrance she picked up one of the sharpies, brow raised. By the time Nox came close, she turned to slap a label on his chest with a smirk. It had no words, just a pair of angel wings and a halo. The one she added to her own leather outfit just said Bite Me.
“You need me to get rid of your guests?” She ran her thumb along the seam of her blood-bitten lip. Blood and sex. Her eyes glittered, not with the simmering anger of before, but something as equally feral as it was mischievous. She wasn’t kidding, of course, but it wasn’t a threat either. At least not if he kept her adequately distracted. She slipped her way backwards; let him be the hunter. His fix didn’t care about the face. At a party like this, he could probably find something more suited to his taste. But she knew he wouldn’t.
She skidded them to a halt. Between the adrenaline of the ride, the remnants of drugs and alcohol still racing through her system, Nox’s carnal attentions, and the unusual night’s events, she wasn’t feeling so bad. What she thought of the obvious and loud party spilling from Nox’s new place was obscured by the inscrutable look she threw back at him over her shoulder. But she didn’t shove him unceremoniously off her ride and leave him in the dust, so it couldn’t be all bad.
Ori didn’t wait for him to make a decision, or offer an explanation, and it was clear she didn’t intend to ferry him anywhere else now they were here. She climbed off, and though she didn’t secure the bike, she did do something to it with a quick flick of the power. Nox was free to follow or fret; she headed in, running her eyes up and down the partygoers spilled out the front door as though it were her own domain they were intruding on. Each one was in a mask.
In the entrance she picked up one of the sharpies, brow raised. By the time Nox came close, she turned to slap a label on his chest with a smirk. It had no words, just a pair of angel wings and a halo. The one she added to her own leather outfit just said Bite Me.
“You need me to get rid of your guests?” She ran her thumb along the seam of her blood-bitten lip. Blood and sex. Her eyes glittered, not with the simmering anger of before, but something as equally feral as it was mischievous. She wasn’t kidding, of course, but it wasn’t a threat either. At least not if he kept her adequately distracted. She slipped her way backwards; let him be the hunter. His fix didn’t care about the face. At a party like this, he could probably find something more suited to his taste. But she knew he wouldn’t.
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