[Alison, Marie] She's a killer queen...
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xp_logsSnippets from Marie and Alison's evening at Selene's, before it all got messy.
Marie bit her lip, looking out the window, and then frowned, licking lipstick off of her teeth. "Terrible habit," she said irritably. "I always do that when I'm nervous." The light filtering in the tinted windows glittered on the jewelled combs holding back her hair and on the rings adorning her hands, which were folded demurely in her lap.
Chuckling, Alison fished around in her purse, drawing out a bottle with a clear liquid. "Always prepared," she informed Marie cheerfully, before handing it to her, along with a small hand mirror. "Lip laquer. It'll hold that lipstick in place no matter what you do," she said solemnly, keeping a solemn expression despite the rather wicked light dancing in her eyes.
"I hate being nervous. I wasn't this nervous the night we went to get..." She dropped the rest of the sentence and applied the lacquer deftly to her lips. "This will be a nicer evening than that." She handed the bottle and mirror back to Alison with a grin.
Stuffing back the implements of eternal make-up in a remarbly tiny purse, crimson red and dotten with small stones that sent myriad reflections in the light - each and every one a small diamond, in fact - Alison grinned back. "It'll be a fabulous evening," she looked down at their still relatively concealed dresses, the red cloaks more than enough to conceal the more revealing side of the evening wear, for the moment. And tapped the color now neatly fitted about her neck. "Much fun."
Marie looked down at the leash folded in her lap, toying with the thin gold chain. "It'll be a hell of a night, that's for sure. But I think that's a given when you and I go out. I just hope everyone else survives." She gave Alison a wink and laughed merrily, her anxiety fading.
Leading Marie about the dance floor in a swirl of transparent shimmering silk, Alison grinned wickedly, enjoying the double starts of a some of the less jaded Hellfire Club members as they realized exactly how little the mandarin style dresses both she and Marie wore concealed, the flames of the spray-on silk underneath the gauzy dresses the only concession to modesty - and barely so at that. A cheerful wink was sent towards an older woman, who far from startled seemed more appreciative of anything else, even as the blonde whisked away her companion with a teasing smirk that said 'I don't share' rather clearly.
Marie laughed at Alison, following her lead with grace. "You're having too much fun, darling," she accused gently. "But it's good to see you smile... even if it is lasciviously." She winked at her friend as they negotiated a complex turn with ease and then spun out of the way of a rather less talented pair headed in their direction.
Flashing a dazzling smile at an older gentleman very much distracted by the smooth expanse of leg Marie was revealing as they shifted into a series of intricate steps, twirling in place for a moment, Alison nearly, but not quite, cackled. "Ooh, but that does seem to be the thematic here, even if most of them try to be dignified about it." She snickered as she spotted the old man's younger companion very firmly elbowing him in the side, scowling at the dancers, only to be rewarded with a small, mocking grin. "It's good to be smiling," she answered a moment later, a bit more soberly, although the animated expression never slipped from her face.
"It looks good on you," Marie mused as Alison's hand in the small of her back guided her through the dance. "Maybe we should go dancing more often." She allowed Alison to swing her out briefly, her dress flaring and then wrapping tightly about her legs as Alison drew her back in and captured her again. "Don't you think?" she asked casually. Breast to breast and thigh to thigh, nearly nose to nose and laughing a little at each other, they slid between other pairs of dancers, feigning disinterest in the stares they drew.
Alison had been unwilling to accept Marie's protestations that she didn't drink, declaring that champagne did not count. With a brush of a kiss to Marie's cheek and an admonition not to move, Alison had sat Marie down on an upholstered bench and swept off through the crowd, muttering about the paucity of serving boys.
"All alone?" If lizards could speak, they'd have voices similar to the somewhat dissipated young 'gentleman' who slithered onto the seat next to Marie before Alison had gone more than half a minute.
"No," Marie said firmly. "Just waiting." She turned away, dismissing the man.
"I'm positive that's against clubs rules," the man said, slurring slightly, reaching out to run his hand up Marie's thigh, fingers sliding inward.
A hand snapped over his with ferocious accuracy, fingernails curling into the soft wed of skin between thumb and finger before lifting his hand up and away from Marie firmly, not quite hurting him yet but more than warning.
"Mine," Alison purred in a low, dangerous growl, baring her teeth in a smile that had nothing nice or pleasant about it, and anyone knowing Logan would have had no problem guessing who she was patterning her actions from. She pulled the man up while handing Marie the two clear flutes of champagne she'd been offered by a bored looking waiter a moment ago (clearly, this party had nothing with the Club's more eventful soirees), and did not, however, pursue the matter a certain ill tempered Canadian might have.
"...ah. Yes." The young man wobbled to his feet, eyes drifting down to Alison's breasts before her grip and the slight twist she added drew his attention back up to her face. "Ah... ow... okay... " He winced and backed away, hoping to take his hand with him.
Marie shifted so she could watch and crossed her legs gracefully, baring the upper one almost to the hip with the motion. The smile she directed at Alison was purely delighted and she took a sip of champagne, enjoying the show.
Alison grinned back at her, an evil gleam in her eyes as she turned to step closer to the poor man - and then blinked, taking an even wider step back, releasing him to stumble off before walking smoothly towards Marie to sit on the seat next to her, cuddling up idly as Emma's voice spoke in their minds.
Marie bit her lip, looking out the window, and then frowned, licking lipstick off of her teeth. "Terrible habit," she said irritably. "I always do that when I'm nervous." The light filtering in the tinted windows glittered on the jewelled combs holding back her hair and on the rings adorning her hands, which were folded demurely in her lap.
Chuckling, Alison fished around in her purse, drawing out a bottle with a clear liquid. "Always prepared," she informed Marie cheerfully, before handing it to her, along with a small hand mirror. "Lip laquer. It'll hold that lipstick in place no matter what you do," she said solemnly, keeping a solemn expression despite the rather wicked light dancing in her eyes.
"I hate being nervous. I wasn't this nervous the night we went to get..." She dropped the rest of the sentence and applied the lacquer deftly to her lips. "This will be a nicer evening than that." She handed the bottle and mirror back to Alison with a grin.
Stuffing back the implements of eternal make-up in a remarbly tiny purse, crimson red and dotten with small stones that sent myriad reflections in the light - each and every one a small diamond, in fact - Alison grinned back. "It'll be a fabulous evening," she looked down at their still relatively concealed dresses, the red cloaks more than enough to conceal the more revealing side of the evening wear, for the moment. And tapped the color now neatly fitted about her neck. "Much fun."
Marie looked down at the leash folded in her lap, toying with the thin gold chain. "It'll be a hell of a night, that's for sure. But I think that's a given when you and I go out. I just hope everyone else survives." She gave Alison a wink and laughed merrily, her anxiety fading.
Leading Marie about the dance floor in a swirl of transparent shimmering silk, Alison grinned wickedly, enjoying the double starts of a some of the less jaded Hellfire Club members as they realized exactly how little the mandarin style dresses both she and Marie wore concealed, the flames of the spray-on silk underneath the gauzy dresses the only concession to modesty - and barely so at that. A cheerful wink was sent towards an older woman, who far from startled seemed more appreciative of anything else, even as the blonde whisked away her companion with a teasing smirk that said 'I don't share' rather clearly.
Marie laughed at Alison, following her lead with grace. "You're having too much fun, darling," she accused gently. "But it's good to see you smile... even if it is lasciviously." She winked at her friend as they negotiated a complex turn with ease and then spun out of the way of a rather less talented pair headed in their direction.
Flashing a dazzling smile at an older gentleman very much distracted by the smooth expanse of leg Marie was revealing as they shifted into a series of intricate steps, twirling in place for a moment, Alison nearly, but not quite, cackled. "Ooh, but that does seem to be the thematic here, even if most of them try to be dignified about it." She snickered as she spotted the old man's younger companion very firmly elbowing him in the side, scowling at the dancers, only to be rewarded with a small, mocking grin. "It's good to be smiling," she answered a moment later, a bit more soberly, although the animated expression never slipped from her face.
"It looks good on you," Marie mused as Alison's hand in the small of her back guided her through the dance. "Maybe we should go dancing more often." She allowed Alison to swing her out briefly, her dress flaring and then wrapping tightly about her legs as Alison drew her back in and captured her again. "Don't you think?" she asked casually. Breast to breast and thigh to thigh, nearly nose to nose and laughing a little at each other, they slid between other pairs of dancers, feigning disinterest in the stares they drew.
Alison had been unwilling to accept Marie's protestations that she didn't drink, declaring that champagne did not count. With a brush of a kiss to Marie's cheek and an admonition not to move, Alison had sat Marie down on an upholstered bench and swept off through the crowd, muttering about the paucity of serving boys.
"All alone?" If lizards could speak, they'd have voices similar to the somewhat dissipated young 'gentleman' who slithered onto the seat next to Marie before Alison had gone more than half a minute.
"No," Marie said firmly. "Just waiting." She turned away, dismissing the man.
"I'm positive that's against clubs rules," the man said, slurring slightly, reaching out to run his hand up Marie's thigh, fingers sliding inward.
A hand snapped over his with ferocious accuracy, fingernails curling into the soft wed of skin between thumb and finger before lifting his hand up and away from Marie firmly, not quite hurting him yet but more than warning.
"Mine," Alison purred in a low, dangerous growl, baring her teeth in a smile that had nothing nice or pleasant about it, and anyone knowing Logan would have had no problem guessing who she was patterning her actions from. She pulled the man up while handing Marie the two clear flutes of champagne she'd been offered by a bored looking waiter a moment ago (clearly, this party had nothing with the Club's more eventful soirees), and did not, however, pursue the matter a certain ill tempered Canadian might have.
"...ah. Yes." The young man wobbled to his feet, eyes drifting down to Alison's breasts before her grip and the slight twist she added drew his attention back up to her face. "Ah... ow... okay... " He winced and backed away, hoping to take his hand with him.
Marie shifted so she could watch and crossed her legs gracefully, baring the upper one almost to the hip with the motion. The smile she directed at Alison was purely delighted and she took a sip of champagne, enjoying the show.
Alison grinned back at her, an evil gleam in her eyes as she turned to step closer to the poor man - and then blinked, taking an even wider step back, releasing him to stumble off before walking smoothly towards Marie to sit on the seat next to her, cuddling up idly as Emma's voice spoke in their minds.
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