The Party: Angel and Yvette

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Night two - Angel finds Yvette partaking in some...questionable activities, and decides to drag her off to do some less questionable activities.



Another night probably wasn't a good idea, but the allure of fruity drinks had been too much to withstand. So Angel had headed back to the party and started in on the fruity drinks once more. She was currently on her seventh, which she sipped happily as she wove through the crowd, looking around. She grinned when her eyes landed on a familiar head of wavy hair.

"Yoooooooooooooooooo! Yvette!"

The red girl looked up from where she was standing with a group of strangers, before taking a drag on what was unmistakably a joint and passing it onto the girl next to her and coming over to meet Angel. Her gait was slightly unsteady and her powers had relaxed to the point that she looked almost normal - apart from the red skin and all-blue eyes. "You seem to be having the good time," she said to Angel with a slightly befuddled grin.

Angel raised an eyebrow, looking over Yvette's head at the group before back at her friend. "Not nearly as good a time as you, apparently." There was no reprimanding in her voice, of course. They were all adults, and it wasn't hurting anyone. If anything Angel was amused, if not a little surprised that they'd gotten past Julian's guards with that. But those guys couldn't catch everything she supposed. "Have you tried the alcohol? The bartender - his name is Edwardo, and he makes awesome fruity drinks. Bet you could get him to make you something apple-y."

Yvette shrugged, a far more fluid action than normally. "We all need to relax," was her response to Angel's raised eyebrow comment. "And yes, I have met Edwardo and his drinks. He makes one, the appletini, that is delicious!" She gestured, in her enthusiasm, nearly knocking Angel's drink out of her hand, another unusual gesture, considering how careful Yvette normally was about her body language. "Oops! Looks like it is time for another drink!"

The redhead laughed, steering Yvette towards the door. "Always time for another drink, my dear Yvette. Always. Especially when it's a drink of the fruity variety like what our dear Edwardo makes!" That bartender must have been so sick of her by now.

"Or shots. I think that yes, we should do the shots." Yvette decided. "You will do the shots with me, yes, Angel?"

"Shots!" Angel exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. "Yes, shots. Shots are good. Oooooh, let's make a game of it! We should totally make a game of it!"

"A drinking game?" Yvette considered it. "Yes, that is a very good idea. Exactly what the normal college students are doing. What kind of game should it be? A shot every time Julian shows off his powers, perhaps? Except then, I think we will be unconscious, very soon."

"Mmm, yeah, that might be a bit much for us." Angel laughed as she waved Edwardo down. "Thirty shots, my good man." Back to Yvette, she pondered for a moment, hmn-ing. "Oooooh, I know. See that guy there?" She pointed to a relatively attractive man who was wandering through the room. "He's been hitting on girls all night - talked to me earlier actually - and he keeps getting blown off because he's really, really drunk. Take a shot every time he gets shot down?"

"Done." Yvette climbed laboriously on an empty barstool, leaning against the bar to keep her balance. "And if he is getting lucky, we can find the new game, yes?"

"Yeah but somehow I don't see that happenin'." Angel grinned as she leaned against the bar, grabbing a shot and preparing. "There he goes, look, he's goin' for that blonde over there." She laughed as they watched the man make his way over to a pretty blonde standing with a friend. "Get ready..."

Yvette squinted, watching as the blonde laughed and shook her head. "And drink!" she exclaimed as the pair of women moved off, leaving the man looking after them like a sad puppy. She grabbed one of the shot glasses and threw back the contents, screwing up her nose at the taste. "Ew, Jaegermeister," she managed once she'd swallowed the shot. "Edwardo, something less... fraternity boy, next time?"

Angel grimaced as she swallowed down the bitter taste. "Eugh. Oh well. Maybe if we drink enough it'll start tasting better." Her eyes tracked the man's progress through the room, and she grinned as he zeroed in on a pretty brunette. "And again!"