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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.

[Brooke catches on to what Pia's doing after a second and moves her hand out of her hair, to her shoulder. she makes eye contact and, even if it's just for a moment, looks excited—that kind of excitement where she just wants to see something new, because she thinks it's really cool. woman of science, even while drunk.]

Oh my god, can you show me? I wanna see. I've never seen pierced boobs before. [not to mention that Pia is a bit more well-endowed than Brooke. her hand stops again, this time gently resting on Pia's upper arm.] Wait. Wait, should I show you mine first? Not piercings. My boobs.

No, hon. Well, unless you want to. We can commence the topless party right here and now if you want. [She's smirking a bit, her hand deftly moving to her other shoulder strap, which falls down her arm to mirror it's twin. Now there's nothing but sheer willpower holding up her top. She traces a finger along the lacy neckline, still watching Brooke's face with dark brown eyes that seem to see into the soul.] Really they're nothing too impressive. They do make the whole experience a lot more...fun, I will admit. [She's done this a hundred times, and damn she's good at it. But she's going easy on Brooke, slowly; it's not so much a game as a bit of good fun, and she can feel the alcohol having an effect on her calculating mind.

She threads her thumbs against the straps, regretfully having to move her hand from Brooke's thigh, and with a little bite of her bottom lip (which incidentally isn't as sexy as it used to be with her new fangs) she tugs the fabric down. The silky top cascades down off her chest easily, pooling down around her waist; not that anyone is looking there. Unrestrained between them now are her two breasts, both a perfect tear drop, and the colour of dark caramel. They're also both pierced through, bejewelled with a black ring with opalescent beads. She giggles quietly, watching Brooke's face for a reaction.]

It hurt at firts, like getting my tits slammed in the door, but I think the outcome was worth it.

[Brooke's eyes go wide when she sees the piercings, almost like she hasn't even noticed that Pia is showing off her breasts. her fingers get closer, tracing just below Pia's collarbone, but stop short of actually touching anything. like suddenly realizing she's being an awful host or something, Brooke pulls her hand back and looks Pia in the eyes.]

Those are really pretty. [she doesn't clarify which, but the blush filling her cheeks might get the message across. how casually Pia suggested that Brooke join her in being topless has really set her mind at ease, though. less than deftly, she starts working the buttons of her dress shirt with her only functional hand. she's gotten good at it in the past couple months, but it's still a little challenging.]

[when her shirt is hanging open, revealing a front-clasping flesh-colored bra and skin way too light to have seen the sun anytime recently, she stops and takes in Pia with her eyes again.]

God. You're really pretty. How do people not fall over you all the time? I mean, look at you. Look at me! [she undoes the clasp and, without much shyness, pulls the strap down with the shirt on one side, then the other. it all gets stuck on her cast and she doesn't care enough to remove it yet, but her breasts are still exposed, smaller and paler and far less perfect.]

See? You're hot compared to me. Compared to anyone. How did I even get one guy to pay attention to me when people like you exist?

Now shush. [She puts a thin finger on Brooke's lips, shutting her up.] You're beautiful, just the way you are. I don't play with ugly people (secret: no one is ugly in my opinion). I won't go on with this if you on with this self-deprecating attitude. Talk about a mood killer. [She rolls her eyes, but is smiling gently, trying to untangle the clothes from her cast while the girl is distracted.]

[she inhales with intent to protest, but she hasn't been called beautiful in a while either, and she doesn't want to ruin whatever exactly is going on here. after a slow exhale, she smiles. her hand goes up to help Pia with fully removing her shirt.]

Sorry. Force of habit. Can I, um. [she's trying to sound less awkward. it's not working.] Can I touch them? I hear piercings make everything more sensitive.

Yes. [She gently pushes Brooke back onto the couch, leaning over her so her breasts are hanging down like ripe fruit.] But only if I can do the same. You're so cute~

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