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[A moment later Pia is knocking on the door. She's not too nervous; she's used to partying with strangers, and if any thing, this girl sounds like she could use some fun and advice. She knocks, and waits, fingering the cap of the vodka as she waits.]

[Brooke's just heading over to check her phone again when the knock comes, and soon after she opens the door with a smile that's two parts wasted and one part absolutely genuine.]

Pia! [she can't open her arms wide to welcome her mystery guest in, but she's not feeling that dramatic right now anyway. she steps to the side, holding the door open with her good arm.] Come on in. Good to see you. Thanks for being here.

[the entryway, as it were, opens up to a dining area on the right side (where the booze stands prepared on a circular wooden table surrounded by plastic chairs), a couch and TV set straight ahead, and a couple closed doors down a hallway to the left for the bathroom and bedroom. the main area is carpeted, grey and firm, with white walls lined with some of the more hipster-y posters Brooke could find. well, those and the framed and signed 1968 Night of the Living Dead poster hanging to the left of the TV. girl's got to have some quirks.]

[Pia smiles, bobbing her head on her way into the apartment. She sets the 26er down on the table with the rest of the booze, giving a quick look around.] Thanks! Nice place, girl. You live here by yourself?

Yep. [she's quick to reply, but the new booze draws her attention even more quickly; she heads over to the table after closing and locking the door.] Wow, nice choice. Classy. I like the girly stuff, but right now I don't know if I care about what it tastes like at all. [and she seamlessly transitions into the rest of her earlier answer.] My parents are loaded, by the way. I don't like leaning on them too much, but they insisted on covering where I live. Which is, ha ha, really helpful right now.

I can imagine. I won't say I'm not jealous. [She's still scoping the place out as Brooke checks out the vodka. It's much better than Pia's dingy little studio apartment.] I haven't seen my parents in over a year, but yeah it'd be nice if they'd pay my rent. I'm not judging, though! [She gives a smile, then leans over and unscrews the cap, taking a mighty swig. Awhhh yeah] Just fiercely jealous.

Ooh, ballsy. [not to be outdone, Brooke takes a swig of her schnapps straight from the bottle. this apartment right now is the peak of class.] Do you even need bottle openers anymore? Those fangs have got to be useful for beer. Maybe you could come by more often and show them off. I don't really have that many friends who can drink.

[Brooke's always been kind of a talkative drunk. she doesn't seem too bothered by it, but she also can't make a judgment call on how Pia feels.]

Believe me girl, after me, you won't need anymore girls who can drink. [She grins, showing off her full set.] They're only a day old, I haven't tried it yet. We should do that now! [She's already grabbing a beer from the 6-pack nicely set on the table. Silently hoping she doesn't break a tooth and become some homely snaggle-toothed half-vampire.] What do you wanna bet it'll crumple like tin foil?

Like gallium and soda cans, except way less toxic. You've seen that video, right? [it's not important; she'd file it away, but her file system is more like a circular file at this point.] Whatever. Get going! You need to catch up with me. And also show off. [she leans forward, putting her left palm on the table.] Come on, still-cute real life drinking buddy.

A beer won't catch me up to you, girly. You're fargone. But let's see. I would really enjoy showing off. [She winks, and lines the bottlecap up with her right dental dagger. With a gold-start chomp and the distinctive crunch HISS of metal crinkling and gas escaping, the bottle cap is pierced right through. In fact Pia barely even feels it, and it peels away from the glass mouth of the bottle, still stuck on her tooth. It hangs there for a moment because she can't stop laughing, a hand pressed up to her mouth.] Oh my god!

Oh my god. That's so cool! [Brooke laughs brightly, which turns into a nigh-uncontrollable bout of giggles. it's almost enough to take her off balance.] I'd chip a tooth if I tried that. If only you had other powers, like being able to get super drunk really fast. At least you got the good end of the cosmetic changes grab bag! I just got this dead arm.

Hehehe, I suppose at least they have some use aside from constantly piercing my lips and making most guys cringe at the thought of my ministrations. [She takes a glass, now, and starts to pour herself a drink, wondering if there's any cream soda.] When did your arm decide to fuck off? Is that why you're on a bender? [Her tone is casual, turning back to Brooke with a gentle smile.]

"Ministration" sure is a complicated way of saying blow job. [Brooke's only being so crude because she's deflecting, but she gets the idea Pia's a little too smart for something so simple. her shoulder sags; she plants her functional arm on the table again and deliberately avoids eye contact.]

It started around my birthday, in late August. This cast is just for show. Nothing's broken, I just can't use it. My friend put it on me a few weeks ago just to trick my boss. It's supposed to come off soon, so maybe... I don't know, maybe something different will be there when I take it off.

That sucks, girl. I won't deny it. But hey, if whoever you're echoing overcame it enough to be a hero of earth or whatever, then I'm sure you can. [She smiles, fangs glinting in the light.] My changes just started a few days ago...I understand how disorienting it is, but I can't really empathize with how disruptive it must be.

...And ministration is a great word, you can't deny it. [She winks, taking another sip of straight up cake vodka. It prickles her nose and now she can't feel her jaw.]

[it is a pretty good word, she has to admit that. if she ever finds herself discussing cunnilingus in a professional context, she'll need to bust it out. it's also, unfortunately, not the most pressing of her current issues.]

I told myself that a lot. Even if I wasn't echoing back to whoever, even if that person was a hero, I've been through a lot in my life. I'm used to rolling with it! [she stops talking long enough to take another swig of schnapps and wipes her mouth with her wrist.]

But here I am. Waging some secret war or whatever, down an arm and a fifth! [she'd appreciate her own wordplay more if she were sober, speaking of good words.] I'm just trying to forget how fast everything went downhill. That's this thing's job, and one of us can still work.

[Pia nods, secretly pretty impressed.] Of course. I do believe it's all about moving forward. You're definitely capable. Right?

Let's forget this. Let's have some fun. [She smiles, and winks, taking a step forward, rolling her hips]

[those are some hips on cute internet stranger slash drinking buddy. it takes Brooke a second to realize what Pia might be implying, though.]

Wait. Wait, do you mean.

[her back straightens. she's not against the idea; hell, it's 2013 and she's liberal enough. it's just unexpected.]

...Ministrations?

[Pia tries not to laugh, eyelashes batting in a well-rehearsed seductive move.] Some fun. I think you could use something to take your mind off things. Hmm? [She raises her glass in a toast, then downs the rest, a dumb smile on her face. She's already feeling tipsy. She grabs up the bottle of Vodka and sashays away into the livingroom, looking over her shoulder and winking.]

Edited 2013-10-15 18:26 (UTC)

[oh, so. that's what it feels like when a woman comes on to you. Brooke's not sure if she's embarrassed, drunk, or something else, but either way her face feels warm. she puts her bottle down, not bothering to cap it, and semi-staggers her way into Pia's wake.]

I've never, um. Ministrated with a girl before.

[a somewhat clearer part of her brain thinks it hardly matters. most of it, though, is very close to making a bad decision that she probably won't regret. she's in the living room now and slowly realizing that she really hadn't been lying, all those times she'd called Pia cute.]

No? Well in my humble opinion it's much better than ministrating with a man. For one thing it lasts longer than five seconds. [She flops less-than-gracefully down onto a sofa, crossing her long legs, not a drop of alcohol spilled. She's smiling up at Brooke like a wild cat.] I actually prefer it. I might change your mind. But we don't have to. I don't want to force your hand. [She frowns slightly.]

[oh, she's good at this. Brooke joins her far less neatly, though at least she doesn't have any alcohol to spill to begin with. it's not an enormously large sofa; there's very little breathing room, if at all, between the two of them. at least Brooke has the courtesy to sit to Pia's right, so her cast is on the outside.]

I'll be honest. It's been a while, and I don't really care that you're a girl, and a really cute girl, too. But we literally just met. [she looks away from Pia with difficulty, towards her George Romero signature.] Shouldn't that feel weird? It kind of doesn't.

Thank you. I'm glad you find me cute. [She snorts, smiling. Her head is fuzzy, already, and she can practically feel her sharp wit draining out her ear.]

It shouldn't feel weird if it's meant to be. Not everything has to have a huge build up. I don't think I've ever canoodled with someone I've known for more than a day. [She sighs, rolling her eyes.] It's not a bad thing.

[Brooke looks back at Pia and it feels like a lot of tension has just basically melted away from her body. a more sober her would think it was weird that she was more concerned about the one-night stand thing than the sexuality thing, but either way, Pia's words come as a reassurance.]

Sorry. You're right. I worry about stuff that doesn't matter way too much sometimes. I think I do need to let off some steam.

[she closes what little distance might have been between them on the couch, but it's not a come-on. she's not coherent, brave, or seductive enough for that.]

...How does this usually start?

Naturally.

You don't do this often, do you? [She smiles, moving closer an inch] I don't judge, but I'm not going to force you to do anything hon.

[She places a hand on Brooke's upper thigh casually, looking her in the eyes.]

[she wants to laugh, but can't figure out how she should be feeling when Pia's hand touches her thigh. the smart thing to do would be to mirror her actions, but Brooke's not exactly thinking clearly right now. instead, she turns her body to face Pia as head-on as possible—which means their legs are full-on touching, and she's surprisingly okay with that.]

[her eyes dart over Pia's body, following the trails of the tattoos up her arm and trying not to think about how hard it is to do anything with those fangs. going off the "boys like it when I do this" playbook, she reaches out with her left arm and touches Pia's cheek, then moves the hand back into her hair.]

[she can't keep eye contact, though. her gaze very clearly moves down to Pia's chest, and she lets out a drunken giggle.] Piercings.

[not nearly the most eloquent, but in her mind it gets the question across perfectly.]

[Pia smiles coyly, bringing a slender hand up to gently shrug off a shoulder strap.] You want to see them~? I've got a few in some interesting places that you might enjoy.

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