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[fuckmeat]

no-one wants to sit next to the girl who talks to herself

Nonsense. Random bitch queen psychos on public transport are teh hawtness personified.

 

[fuckmeat]

slides inside the rainbow place, holding snowboots in one hand....

tears self away from the utter futility of begging Vail for anything and attends to Luna's boots, kneeling at her feet and cleaning them

 

[fuckmeat]

*Leans forward in his booth off in a corner to wave to Luna as she slips in*

Weather acting up again?

Here it's just cold, rainy and miserable. The iron grey clouds would suit my mood perfectly, if I ever got out of the fucking pub long enough to appreciate their beautiful melancholy.

Such is life.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

slips inside brushing snow away from short dark curls. Eyes fm with something akin to hunger. Slow smile...

accessing from a small portal in the real world but wanted to say hello.

 

[fuckmeat]

And the moral of the story is...

If you're a chocolate cherry kinda girl, it's far better to go without than to eat vanilla.

Me and Miss Vanilla have gone our separate ways. We're still friends and no harm done.

The nice, normal (for lesbians) gentle lovemaking we shared was fun at the time. Now though, it's making me ardently crave physical and emotional GBH from a sadistic nemesis. I'm so fucking horny these days, I want to throw myself at the feet of anyone who looks remotely hot and mean.

When will it end?

sigh

 

[fr33ks33k]

Forgive my naïveté,but what is GBH?

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Forgive my naïveté,but what is GBH?

Grievous Bodily Harm

 

[fr33ks33k]

Grievous Bodily Harm

I see. That makes sense now.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Adding a new CD to the box, my new bestest most liked song.. EVER...

Lily Allen, "Fuck you"

Look inside,
Look inside your tiny mind
Now look a bit harder
Cause we're so uninspired,
so sick and tired of all the
hatred you harbor

So you say
It's not okay to be gay
Well I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who
can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval

Fuck you (fuck you)
Fuck you very, very much
Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you (fuck you)
Fuck you very, very much
Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

Do you get,
Do you get a little kick out of
being small minded?
You want to be like your father
It's approval your after
Well that's not how you find it

Do you,
Do you really enjoy living a
life that's so hateful?
Cause there's a hole where
your soul should be
Your losing control of it and
it's really distasteful

Fuck you (fuck you)

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

*Steps inside the Rainbow Lounge. Eyes look for the Stoli....ah yes. Found it. Snatches the elixer of life from the bar shelf and slaps some money down to pay for it. Moves to an out of the way table, opens the bottle and begins to swig it down.*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*Steps inside the Rainbow Lounge. Eyes look for the Stoli....ah yes. Found it. Snatches the elixer of life from the bar shelf and slaps some money down to pay for it. Moves to an out of the way table, opens the bottle and begins to swig it down.*

Swipes the money and pockets it.. giggling.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

Swipes the money and pockets it.. giggling.

Stepping up behind the Green Fae and swatting her bum with a loud smack, speaking softly

"The Daddi doesn't pay for drinks. And the naughty fae does not pocket the money either.

Voice is barely a whisper, hinting at hidden menace.

"I think you should return it and ask for her forgiveness....


...don't you?"

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Stepping up behind the Green Fae and swatting her bum with a loud smack, speaking softly

"The Daddi doesn't pay for drinks. And the naughty fae does not pocket the money either.

Voice is barely a whisper, hinting at hidden menace.

"I think you should return it and ask for her forgiveness....


...don't you?"

Ears drooping, ever so contrite...

"I'm sorry Luna..." words quiet, almost trembling as I hold out a small fist wrapped around dollar bills.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

*The fifth is about half empty and my eyes have a bit of trouble focusing on the Angel and the Good Girl behind her*

Tis ok, love. No need to apologise. You can have it.

*Words are slurred*

I am drinking away a need to hurt someone.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*The fifth is about half empty and my eyes have a bit of trouble focusing on the Angel and the Good Girl behind her*

Tis ok, love. No need to apologise. You can have it.

*Words are slurred*

I am drinking away a need to hurt someone.

A bounce, a sweet tip-toed kiss to her cheek "Thanks wolfy"

Turning, I sashay back to the bar.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

*Anger from deep inside. Fight it down. You can NOT hurt the Angel. SHE is not yours. Take a drink. Good. Another one. Very good. Why are you mad? Don`t remember? Good.*

The bottle is only a quarter full....

The woman who is Wolf sets it down and drops her head into her hands.

*focus. Get rid of the alcohol. Sweat it out. Sober up. Better. Still angry? No? Good*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

*Music~hypnotic, pervasive, bass heavy. The Wolf picks up the bottle and takes it to the dance fllor. Clothing is tossed away. She dances and swigs. Swaying, hips rocking, feet bouncing. Hair flying in a mess of shoulder length curls. She dances til the bottle is empty and she is sane...and in control*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

There are many things that a fey finds irrestable and music is like a siren's call.

Naked, flowing, fey finds wolf, hips matching.. following.. stepping close.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

*Golden brown eyes open and focus on an Angel. Hands move, no thought, capturing hips and tugging, yanking til pretty is closer. Nails scrape flesh as music becomes faster. There is a sigh*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*Golden brown eyes open and focus on an Angel. Hands move, no thought, capturing hips and tugging, yanking til pretty is closer. Nails scrape flesh as music becomes faster. There is a sigh*

Pushing into the pain.. seeking the anger, Icarus flying toward the sun, I risk biting the wolf's neck. Not intending to hurt.. meaning to incite.. to release.

(( unfortunately I have to go get kids.. but if you want to continue when I get back.. or in pm... yummy))

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

*a low startled growl as sharp teeth connect with warm flesh. Hands push away, releasing soft flesh*

one day, sweet one, you will learn to not prod the wolf.

(i need to sleep. Work tonight. Maybe i will fill your pm box with violence when i awaken)

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Feeling a bit....

.. colorful

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Angel weaves her way across the floor, straight lines being forbidden by her muse.
She smells strongly of Anise and sweet sweet liquor.
In her arms are jars of paint.. reds, golds. turquoise and rose.
She carries only one brush.

Angel is painting a mural.

It is no picture that the human eye can perceive,
to them it is a chaos of stoke and splatter.
Swaths of color, sometimes discrete, sometimes blended..
Sometimes new colors are discovered.

to her it is home.. a landscape..
In its chaos she sees order
In its color, she sees home.

Satisfied, homesickness assauged, she turns away and drops behind the bar.
She is of course, now as colorful as the mural, but not only does she not care..

It makes her happy.

 

[fuckmeat]

*a low startled growl as sharp teeth connect with warm flesh. Hands push away, releasing soft flesh*

one day, sweet one, you will learn to not prod the wolf.

(i need to sleep. Work tonight. Maybe i will fill your pm box with violence when i awaken)

Mmmm lucky fae.

Angel weaves her way across the floor, straight lines being forbidden by her muse.
She smells strongly of Anise and sweet sweet liquor.
In her arms are jars of paint.. reds, golds. turquoise and rose.
She carries only one brush.

Angel is painting a mural.

It is no picture that the human eye can perceive,
to them it is a chaos of stoke and splatter.
Swaths of color, sometimes discrete, sometimes blended..
Sometimes new colors are discovered.

to her it is home.. a landscape..
In its chaos she sees order
In its color, she sees home.

Satisfied, homesickness assauged, she turns away and drops behind the bar.
She is of course, now as colorful as the mural, but not only does she not care..

It makes her happy.

Beautiful work sweet one.

inhales her anise aroma

Thankyou for stopping by.

I want you to always feel at home here

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Slow measured steps carry me into the Rainbow lounge. A deep inhale, the scent of someone glimpsed, on too few occasions. Eyes roam the the area, hands settle on hips.