She's gonna stay out all night long [Roomie Log]

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Friday night clubbing. Paige is hiding in the bathroom. Sarah finds her, and finally decides that they should dance. But first, more alcohol. By the end of this log, they provide Jono with enough images to fuel his wet dreams for a month. Let's hope he was paying attention. (Not really as dirty as it sounds.)



Paige shoved open the door to the washroom rather forcefully, the sound of abused tile would have rung out had the music not been spilling in after her. She spotted herself in the mirror as she passed and turned her head away before slowly coming forward to her own reflection and the sinks. This didn't look like her at all. Ripping a paper towel from it's holder she put it under some cold water, pressing it to her throat which was more than exposed and neck.

Seconds later Sarah stumbled in, well, more of a drunken saunter than a stumble, her boots thudding against the floor. She's still laughing about something, a smile on her alcohol and heat flushed face. "There's the sexy roomie," she says with a grin, pulling her hair back off of her neck for a moment. "Having fun?"

Paige tossed her towel into the waste bin, giving Sarah a slightly lopsided smile. "Something resembling it. You seem to be enjoying yourself." Turning back to the mirror for a moment, Paige drew her finger under her eye, pulling the liner that had tear smudged away and back into a clean line before looking back at her companion.

"Well on my way to a buzz, at least." She leaned back against one of the stall doors, cool against her nearly bare back. "It only took... four vodkas and a tequila or two." She counts out the shots she's had on her hands, but the gestures are muddled. Exactly how much she's had to drink, the world may never know.

"And that's certainly a start, now isn't it?" Paige replied lamely, pulling a lipchap from somewhere down her shirt to apply to her mouth. Keeping herself busy kept her from going back out there for a little while.

"Yes, it is." Something in Sarah's mind registered that Paige didn't sound very convincing, but the thought is lost before she has a chance to act on it. "Have they got you drinking yet?"

Paige laughed, the bathroom not doing too much to help with the hollow sound it carried, and put her lipchap back with surprisingly little fuss. "Just a bit. Nothing hard yet. Wait until later to start hitting on me. Or them."

Sarah barely managed not to come back with a snarky 'Is that permission?', instead laughing and pushing herself back off of the stall door. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Do," Paige replied easily, something colder and dangerous glittering behind her eyes for a moment before being snuffed out. "How's Shinobi?"

"Sober," she grumbled, a hand running back through her hair. "Playing responsible again."

Paige tsked in something like sympathy, adjusting her shirt and turning as if to check to see if the back was still see-through. It was. Amanda was clearly another Devil in training and no one had told her. "Maybe I'll go keep him company later. We're probably the only two sober people in this entire place."

Sarah patted her hips where her pockets would be, cursing when she remembered she had no pockets and therefore, no cigarettes. "Can't do that. He's keeping Manuel away from Angelo later, while Amanda and I get plastered. If Angelo's still playing second shadow, then that's not such a good thing."

"Angelo is playing with Jono at the moment," Paige answered, washing her hands again and spreading a trail of water along her collar. "Besides, I would be there if showed up and those two will be good while I'm there." There was unsaid 'if they know what's good for them' at the end of her words.

"I've noticed," Sarah said with a grin, her hand returning back to the door for support. Not that she needed it. Really. "Looks like they're having fun."

Paige smiled herself - it was hard not to when she thought about them, even now - as she twisted her hair around and back before letting it fall again. "That they are. It's fun to see. We were playing "Talk About Paige Like She Can't Hear You and See How Much She Blushes" earlier. Much more fun when two of the parties have very few of their inhibitions left."

Sarah grinned more, perhaps a little too knowingly, and then grabbed Paige's arm. The bones grew in thin strips along her fingers, luckily away from Paige. "Com'on. Let's go dance, roomie."

"Dance?" Paige squeaked, in spite of herself. "I..." She thought about what had just happened earlier, the alternative and shrugged. Dancing didn't sound so bad anymore. "I hope you plan on getting me another drink then."

"Of course. What have you been drinking anyway?" She tugged more on Paige's arm, pulling her out of the bathroom and back out towards the dance floor.

Paige let herself be pulled, if not a little reluctantly. "Um. Jono got it for me. It was blue and tasted good and either had an umbrella or he asked for that later, I'm not sure. Oh! It had ice in it!"

Sarah rolled her eyes, now walking backwards, and coming dangerously close to running into several people. "He's feeding you pussy drinks? Well. I'll have to fix that."

"I asked him to," Paige defended, voice sharp and loud to be heard over the noise. "I don't drink pink or lighter fluid, those are the rules."

"A waste of money, if you ask me..." She made her way up towards the bar, hips back into the sway of the music, hand still wrapped around Paige's arm. "Pick a color."

Paige smirked, slipping her hand around so that they were holding onto each others arms. If they were doing this, they were doing it right. "He obviously didn't think so. I'll stick to blue. Yellow reminds me of drinking someone with not enough water in their system's urine."

Sarah just shook her head, ordering a double shot of tequila for herself, and 'something blue' for Paige. Hell if she knew any drinks that ended up blue.... "I had a strawberry-thing up in Brighton. It'd have been better with less strawberry and more booze."

"Was it pink?" Paige asked in disgust, nose crinkling.

"Sort of. More red-ish. It was free. And then I got to watch Shinobi get all posessive. That was fun." She turned back around to get their drinks, handing Paige's to her with a faint look of distaste. "Blue?"

"Better than red-ish pink," Paige chirped in reply, sipping at her drink. It was much better than she'd expected, more like berry Kool-Aid with a kick, and certainly not lighter fluid. She waved her thanks at the bartender, smiling and turned back to her companion.

Without a second thought, Sarah threw back the tequila easily, leaving the glass on the bar as she started to move away from the bar and more towards the dance floor. "Drinking's better that way. You get the buzz faster." The flush slowly returns back to her face, and she raised her free arm as she started to sway slowly to the beat of the music.

Paige had finished half her drink and deemed it finished enough, but kept it close for a moment longer. She was pretty sure her deeming would change in a moment. "I'm a horrible drinker, Sarah. It's usually best if I just don't drink at all." She took another gulp before setting it on a table they were passing.

"Shinobi says that too." More psuedo-grumbles from the bone girl. But although she's beginning to grumble, she hasn't stopped dancing. In fact, the grumble is more of an afterthought.

"Good to know." Paige watched Sarah for a long hard moment, as if she could absorb her dancing ability by sight alone. Cautiously, she let her hips sway to the beat. "I have no idea what I'm doing, I'm warning you now!"

Sarah leaned forward to talk, someone right behind her nearly knocking her over, but she miraculously kept her balance, dancing not even phased by the interruption. "That's okay. Anybody says anything, we'll blame it on your drinking." She grinned, giving Paige what space she could. It wasn't much.

Letting what little hair was still up from her twisting down with a shake of her head Paige laughed. "We'll just not mention that I'm dancing better now than I do sober?" Her hair was gold and purple and blue in the lights and her eyes, though dark and slightly smudged, lit up with her smile.

"Makes it easier. Loosens you up." She gave Paige's hip a poke, now very into the music. "You're not bad."

"The leather is the only thing about my dancing that's good," Paige answered modestly, raising her arms above her head and resisting the urge to yank her shirt back down. Whatever her answer, however, she was grinning.

"Doesn't hurt," she nodded, pushing her hair back behind her horns without missing a beat. She laughed, moving close again. "Told you you'd look hot."

Paige grabbed one of Sarah's hands that was also up in the air, laughing. "You and I have very different opinions of hot, then. I think I just look like I'm trying too hard." She was certainly glad that she had broken these pants in at Halloween right about now as she twisted.

"Nah, that girl over there," she nodded to the right, "with the cat ears headband? She's trying too hard." She danced, unaware as the space in between them closed little by little as more people crowded onto the dance floor. "You just look like you're out for a good time."

"Meow?" Paige said innocently, tossing her hair back. It was much too long and getting in the way of seeing Sarah. "I'm having a good time, though. So I at least dressed correctly."

"Somethin' like that." She was definately buzzing now, the double shot having finally done what it takes so long to do with her healing factor. "You didn't have much of a choice. The groupies demanded it."

Paige laughed and caught Sarah's other hand. "I'm sure I could have managed to deny the groupies if I'd really felt like it. Secretly, I'm somewhat fond of these pants."

"You couldn't say no to me," she grinned, the space now closed between them, "I'm your favorite roomie."

"We should probably wait a bit to test that theory out," Paige answered, finding herself speaking into Sarah's ear. "And you have serious competition these days, anyway."

"Is that so?" Her eyebrows raised in amusement, her chuckle is barely heard over the thrum of the music, but is clearly there by the air that rushes over Paige's ear. "I think I can take 'em."

Paige laughed, quieter now that she was so close to Sarah. "See, that's the thing. My other roomies generally don't threaten to beat me up. It kind of gives them the upper hand."

"Aw, but it's all in love." She shook her head, as if trying to clear her thoughts. Damnit, she's had too much alcohol for this kind of talk. Or possibly not enough. She can't decide. "I grew up that way."

"Well, when you put it that way," Paige murmured in her ear, barely loud enough to be heard above the music, almost teasingly, "Do continue to threaten to beat me up."

Comments

[x-shinobi.livejournal.com]

Yum.

Dare I ask if someone can get their photoshop on, so Shinobi can have innocently taken pictures of this, too? *halo-polishes*

[x-sparky.livejournal.com]

Um. Guh. Ummm.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Oh, tempting. Really, really tempting.

*checks her schedule, whimpers, but will make a good try for it?*

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

*wins!*

(not the pants icon! our pants icons are going to have to duke it out at some point)

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Y'know, that sounds oddly like a ReBoot pick-up line. "Hey, baby, our pants icons should duke it out. Whaddaya say?"

[x-marrow.livejournal.com]

On Pants night, everybody wins.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

I miss ReBoot. This is one of the many reasons why.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Tou-ché.

[x-shinobi.livejournal.com]

Especially the boyfriends.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Of course, the classic ReBoot pickup line is "Hey, SCSI, what's your bit rate?" but I'd imagine that gets you a kick in the trackballs in any Mainframe bar . . .

[x-shinobi.livejournal.com]

Noooo, nonono, calling someone SCSI on ReBoot is just wrong. Hexadeciminal's catdogthing was named SCSI.

[xp_daytripper]

And us equal-opportunity leerers...

And dammit, I need a leather icon.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Then it is not pronounced how I thought it was pronounced. Darn.