Bottoms Buffet 2015

[Aurora]

She watches the wax and Cherrys reaction intently. Oh how she wanted to trade places with her right now, feel what she is feeling, let Fate take over.

Wide eyes look to Mike and a slow smile appears on her lips, “She would love to.” She replied, eyes moving to the remaining candles. A hand reaches out and selects the red candle before she moves to stand beside Cherry.

She holds the candle over where Mike started, figuring the skin would be more sensitive the lower you went. The candle gently tips forward, trying to mimic what she had seen him do. She bites her lower lip as she watches the red wax begin to fall.

[Coco]

"Hmm? Meltdown?" Coco asked, turning oh-so-totally-indubitably casually on her seat to face the voyeur, street racer, and otherwise striking male specimen (on an aesthetic level, of course).

"I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that drink. It sounds rather harsh on the palette, wouldn't you say? Like a car bomb. Who would be interested in drinking that, I'd ask you? No, much better to have something more aptly named, especially for a place such as this. I imagine orgasms do a fair trade."

[Asa]

"Mostly, it's straight shots."

The didn't call alcohol liquid courage for nothing, and this was a place where many found themselves looking for some. For some, it was simple weakness; for others, to break through the barriers of the social mores they'd been surrounded by.

Asa leaned slightly on the bar, turning.

"You know, Asylum is a lot like Vegas. Most of the patrons here assume that what happens here, stays here." Eyes moved past Coco to nod at Vivian. "While I have no commentary on your tactics to gain your former partner's interest again, I should let you know that if you behave poorly again, you won't be welcome here any longer."

[Aurora]

Faye feels her pulse quicken and heart race at the sight of the wax falling and Cherry’s reaction. She hadn’t felt this excited in a long time, and it wasn’t purely sexual. It was the excitement of something new and unexplored.

Her eyes look to Mike as he talked, “What an amazing feeling.” She gushed. Could this be something she wanted to get into? Was there more? “Are there more than one favorite spot?” she asked coyly. Clearly she was enjoying this. She wanted to ask how they got into this, but wasn't sure if that was an ok question to ask or not, so she held back.

[Coco]

For some moments, Coco was silent, simply staring askance at the voyeur, and in that silence the clink of her drink being delivered to the bartop in front of her was almost startling. Her eyes tracked away from Asa, fixing upon the drink. Somewhere there, within the alcoholic depths of the beverage, a pattern began to form, and unseen Coco's antennae perked up, suddenly alert of what she'd stumbled into.

"Ah, so I see," Coco muttered. "Indeed, it's very clear to me now. You and she," the Wasp continued, "are together. Yes, that's it! That's why you were so upset Vivian. I was upsetting your game. You'd flirt with the mark, distract him, entice him, and then he would come up and challenge the would-be seducer. Challenge and then beat him, proving his worth to you, was that it? And me, being one who could tie you to him, would certainly be unwelcome. Well, let me tell you, I think that is a rather cruel game to play, the two of you so using others just so that you can get off on dominance and superiority. That behavior is far, far poorer, in my estimation, and so I shall agree with you that I am not welcome here. So, adieu," Coco finished, picking up her drink, raising it to her lips, and then suddenly flicking her hand out towards Asa so that the liquid fly from the glass and either cascade down the front of his suit or down the upholstery of his bar seat were his movements sufficiently deft to avoid the spray.

Feel free to avoid the drink spilling, she's not putting much effort into it.

[Asa]

Asa watched the hand shift, and glass flick forward.

Liquid hung in the air as he imagined quickening his body with impossible speed, taking the glass, and shoving it through one of the woman's eye sockets. An eyeball martini, indeed.

In the end, he simply closed his eyes.

Although his senses were not heightened to preternatural levels, it would still sting. He felt liquid land like rain, wet cloth pressing against skin and rivulets running down his face. In the end, it wasn't simply because of the Masquerade. It wouldn't have been the first evening he'd spent Dominating an entire club, one by one, to forget what they'd seen. It was... ethical... for Asylum. He'd taken from her, before, and now he'd paid for it.

They were even.

"Feel better now?"

A hand reached out to fetch a napkin from the bar, and he patted at the remains of the drink.