Remnants of the Earth
AEDOLIS => Haviah => Synesthesia => Topic started by: Anonymous on January 26, 2011, 03:09:37 pm
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Gauri always had trouble in bars. It wasn't getting in that was the problem – pointing out that she was a Pilot and therefore not ten years old usually shut the bouncers up, if her cleavage didn't first – so much as it was, well, the bar. She'd worked out a method where she hoisted herself up and sort of dangled by her elbows with her feet braced against the counter, and she was doing just that tonight. Somehow she managed to get served like that, and she leaned in close to the barman to shout her order in his ear and point at a selection of bottles, the ends of her pink striped scarf trailing in a puddle of rum on the worktop. A couple of minutes later, she was bopping her way back to the dancefloor, two full bottles in one hand and a glass to drink from in the other. A cropped silver wig, her new white knitted bikini and go-go boots and now copious amounts of alcohol... Yeah, it was gonna be a good night.
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Tonight was going to be an amazing night. Taras was positive of it. She was all dressed up, her mullethawk freshly dyed a vivid pink and purple and white blond and alcohol. The last bit was the most important part. Taras could use several stiff drinks after this week. Trying to boost public image of Pilots and save them from their own idiocy PR wise was a hard job.
Granted, her "date" tonight was another Pilot, but she was one of the good ones. Gauri was cute and fun and didn't generally need to much damage control. Just the occasional wardrobe help. Taras waved to her from where she was dancing to the music, "Hey! Perfect timing! Pass over a bottle!"
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“Get your own!” Gauri brought the bottles defensively to her chest with a pout, then flashed the taller woman a grin and held them out again. “Nah, I'm just kiddin'.”
Sipping from her glass of rum and lemonade, she danced – slightly oddly, with her arms held in close so as not to spill any precious alcohol, but it was still recognisable as dancing and almost in time with the music and that was what counted. She used to be a bit more nervous hanging out with Taras, wondering if she was doing anything wrong image-wise, but eventually she figured that if she was she'd know about it. As it was, the woman seemed to like her and she was always up for a good time, and since Gauri was too it was perfect!
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Gauri did plenty wrong image wise, but Taras mostly let it slide unless it was something truly awful. Like that one sweater with the toaster. That was just tragic. Snagging a bottle from Gauri, she didn't bother with a glass and just drank from the bottle.
Her body moved close enough to the music that the people around her didn't seem to mind. With Gauri there, they drew plenty of looks, "Ah, man, I needed this! Do you have any idea how hard it is to wrangle Pilots into some semblance of positive public image? I didn't expect so many of you to whine so much!"
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With both the glass and the bottle now available, Gauri's dancing became more just bopping from side to side, taking alternate sips from whichever drink was closest to her mouth. She hadn't had a particularly tough week, and it had actually been perhaps a little quieter in security than normal, but still, a hand without a drink in it was a hand wasted.
She herself rarely passed along gossip about other Pilots - partly because she thought it was bad for morale, a little because she didn't want to come within a million miles of even a faint possibility of insubordination... But mostly she just didn't care all that much. Rumours had to be really scandalous for her to repeat them because otherwise, well, why did it matter? They were still entertaining to hear, though, so she was more than happy to pay attention when something fun came up. Sneaking exaggeratedly closer to the taller woman, she beamed up at Taras and laughed. “So who was bitching this time?”
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"More like who wasn't. But this time was trying to get Gabriel into a set up with a date." The "private" lives of Pilots were important. They didn't have to have anything to do with their real private lives, but she had to sell the image to the public. Some worked well, but others, well, others needed work.
"He just keeps whining and freaking out and being difficult. Just take the girl out, have dinner, be a little kissy faced where people can see it and we're done. But noooooo." Taras drained about half of her bottle, the irritation coming back. Why were they just so hard to deal with? They seemed to lack the concept that what she did was needed.
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“You do that? Figures,” shrugged Gauri. She hadn't noticed those particular goings-on, but then she never did pay much attention to most things anyway and it made sense that fake dates would be a part of PR. Taking another drink from her bottle, she added, “What's even the point in complaining? I don't get it, if ya gotta do something just get it over with, y'know? Makes it easier on everyone.”
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"Exactly! I even offered to let him pick the damn girl. Or boy! I don't care! Just some pretty, average citizen. Show how Pilots mingle and shit." She waved her arm, smacking into someone dancing nearby. A sheepish smile and Taras pulled her arm in.
She blinked down at the tiny girl she was half talking too, half screaming at thanks to the loud music, "Just...yes. See! Just do it and be done with it. You would think I was asking him to do something hard!"
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Gauri nodded and laughed along as Taras ranted on about her job, letting her get all her frustrations out before they could really have fun. Nights out often started this way; apparently PR was much harder than she'd given it credit for before meeting someone who actually did it. “I think I know just what you need,” she declared with a cheerful grin, passing her own half-empty bottle up to the other woman. “You need to drink more!”
((Sorry it is boring, my creativity fell out somewhere ;.;))
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"Yes. That is a beautiful plan!" Taras drained her own bottle, snagged Gauri's and drained that as well, "Fuck yeah. This is good." The taller woman grinned, hips swaying as the booze worked its way through her.
Everything felt warm and relaxed, "What about you Gauri? How's your week been? Any violent outbursts from your knitters?"
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“Oh not much, we just had a troll who tried to start a tiny little war on lacemaking, we calmed it down but man, people are idiots!” Gauri often found it kind of amazing how easily people could be convinced to yell at each other, but it did make life more interesting. It wasn't like it was hard to fix, anyway. Just assert a little authority, and everything would run nice and smooth.
Following Taras' lead, she emptied her glass and shimmied over to a seating area to dump it on someone else's table with a friendly grin. Her hands now free, she bounced back to her companion for more, slightly more attractive, dancing.
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"People just get upset over everything, don't they? Lacemaking? What can you argue about that?" Taras shook her head, snorting and wiggling her bottles, "More booze! This night must end in drunkin' making out and maybe puking. But it will not end with me anywhere near sober."
Moving through the crowd, she made her way back to the bar, ordering shots with energy drinks, one for her and one for Gauri. It was a little harder finding the tiny girl, but Taras moved back over with her hands full of drinks, "Hey! Down the hatch!"
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“Second alla that!” Gauri laughed, waving Taras off and continuing to dance just as merrily all on her own. Looking around, the getting laid part of the equation could be a problem... But the night was still young! In a half hour or so it'd be packed to the rafters, and as for now, well, they could get a head start on drinks while there was space at the bar. Considering what the other woman was carrying back, they were doing a pretty good job of that part.
“Yeah! Three – two – one!” Down went the shot, then the sickly green chaser in a few more gulps, and she dropped the shot glass into the larger one and set it aside, discreetly scraping her tongue on her teeth to remove the weird sugary fuzz left behind. With a nice buzz building up, Gauri glanced over the dance floor and back to Taras with an eager grin. “So, anyone you like the look of?”
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Taras dropped her shot into the energy drink and downed that in a few swallows, "Whoo! Damn! That was good!" It sent a buzz through her, the caffeine was kicking in.
Gauri's question had her looking around again, "Ooooh. My. So many choices. Oh, not her. No. No. No. Maybe. Cute butt on him." Taras nodded at a man sitting at one of the tables, "He's cute. What do you think?"
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“Ooh, he is pretty cute.” Gauri cocked her head slightly and contemplated the man that was pointed out. She'd missed him before, as a group of girls had been standing in the way, but he was certainly a decent specimen. Not too buff or too scrawny: just right, well, in one dimension anyway. “I'd totally be into him if he was six inches shorter, but I guess he's just about right for you, huh?”
In her few brushes with intimacy, she'd found fairly consistently that anyone more than a foot taller than her introduced some complicated logistics into certain activities, although it was manageable if they weren't both absolutely hammered. Tonight, though, it wasn't gonna be happening. Taras, though? Now she wouldn't have any problems. Grinning up at her companion, Gauri cracked her knuckles. “Wanna go get him?”
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"You kidding? I like them at least 6'3". He's not anywhere tall enough for me." Taras laughed and nudged Gauri, "Are you trying to get rid of me already? We've hardly had anytime. This is girls night out. If I wanted to get laid, I would have gone out alone."
Sure, she might end up with a guy or a girl at some point, but that really wasn't her goal for tonight, "Unless you're on the prowl. Harsh. I ask you out and all you want is to ditch me from some guy!"
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“Hey, just 'cos you get with someone doesn't mean you're done for the night!” Gauri laughed, pushing her shoulder against Taras to nudge her in return. “But yeah, you're right, we are way awesomer than anyone else in here.”
Even if they were only looking for some casual hook-ups, it'd be a better plan to wait a little later, until the place had totally filled out. There was no point picking someone until they'd had a proper browse of everybody available, after all. She scanned the room again quickly and chuckled, pointing across the dancefloor, “Sayin' that, wanna go steal that podium off Nipple Tassel Girl over there?”
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"Well, true. Always room for a quicky in a bathroom." Taras laughed. She had done it before, but she wasn't really in the mood tonight. She would much rather get shit faced with Gauri and make an ass of herself dancing.
"Fuck yeah. Bitch better get off my space." Making her way through the crowd, and losing her empty drinks along the way. She quickly climbed up onto the podium, ignoring the glare of the mostly naked tramp as she started to shake her own ass, pointedly invading the other girls space.
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Trailing after her friend, Gauri tackled the podium second. It was easy for Taras, but the smaller girl could see herself having some problems with it. Still, she was a Pilot! She wasn't gonna be bested by something as simple as this! Rolling her shoulders and cracking her knuckles, she stood back before taking a short run-up and throwing herself at the shiny metal. Pulling herself with her arms and bracing her feet against the surface, she made quite a speedy climb.
Having managed to haul herself onto the platform, she flopped clumsily face-down between the other two women, dangling her legs off the edge and laughing raucously to herself as she managed to take up half the standing space on the podium. A few moments later, she raised her head long enough to shout over the music, “Everything's made... For tall people!”
And then she was back to giggling. Apparently the drinks were working already. About time!
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Taras burst into laughter, leaning against the bar in the middle of the podium. Watching Gauri climb while drunk was a sight she was glad she hadn't missed, "Ahahahaha! Some...some Pilot you are!" Her voice was breathy and high from all the laughing, "You are so funny! I love you Gauri!"
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“Taras! I love you too! You're too cool!” Gauri beamed, pushing herself to her knees and launching at the woman's legs to squeeze them and the pole together in a tight hug. A few moments of nuzzling, and she turned her megawatt smile on Nipple Tassel Girl, who was now perched right on the edge of the podium, staring at the two women. “Hey, you, whoever you are!” grinned the small Pilot, reaching for the girl's leg. “C'm'ere and spread the love!”
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"Eeeek!" Taras swayed wildly, gripping the pole for support when Gauri suddenly grabbed her legs, "Hey!" She gave a short laugh, only just managing to keep upright, "You crazy, tiny little person! Are you trying to kill me?"
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“Why would I wanna do a thing like that?” Gauri replied cheerily, still flailing vaguely in the stranger's direction, her other arm wrapped around Taras. Bemused, the girl sidestepped away from the small Pilot's grasp a couple of times, before deciding the podium wasn't really worth the trouble it would be to take it back. Giving the taller woman a withering eyeroll, she backed up and climbed down, leaving the pair on their own.
Her behaviour didn't make a whole lot of sense to Gauri, and she brought her arm back into her own personal space with a small frown. She was just being friendly! “Whatever,” she decided a moment later, and jumped up when she noticed the beat of the music change, a song she found unbearably catchy. “Hey, now we're up here, let's dance!”
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"'Cause yer jealous of muh amazin legs and perfect hair." Her mullet hawk was starting to go rather flat, the sweat and heat destroying the gel in it, but Taras was to drunk to really care. She swayed her hips, not really dancing so much as just moving with the music.
She swung her arm wide, trying to beckon Gauri over, "Get over here. Yertoo far 'way."
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If Gauri had been a little more sober, that would have stung, no matter how innocently Taras may have said it. Right now, though, she was full of alcohol and everything was the best thing ever. Preening her slightly ruffled wig with exaggerated smugness, she retorted, “Heh, why jealous? I can wear all the hair I want!”
Giggling, she scooched towards the taller woman. With the size of the podium, and the pole in the middle, there wasn't much far away for her to be in, but if Taras wanted hugging then that was what she would get. Bumping the other woman's thigh with her hip as she danced, she laughed, “Close enough for ya?”
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"That's true. Gods, that is such a good idea. Maybe I should get wigs. Get to change yer style all the time and shit. Though you are so cute and pretty." She laughed when Gauri bumped against her, "This will do. That's right. Shake dat ass baby! Whoohoo!"
She moved her own hips in time with the music, bumping against Gauri and clinging tightly to the poll. She gestured to a man near them, "Hey! Sexy, bring us some drinks!"
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“Yeah! We gotta be the coolest people in the room!” grinned Gauri, vaguely aware that the club was filling up fast now. There were probably quite a few people in here who were cooler than her... Maybe not Taras, though. Still, there was a point where someone was too cool to do fun stuff any more, and that was like... The opposite of cool! Fuck yeah, alcohol logic!
Turning around to lean back against the pole, she started waving her arms around, jerking them into a new position with each beat. Because she was small, she had to dance big. She paused when Taras pressed a man on the dancefloor into buying more drinks for them, and flailed at him to get his attention back before he went. “Oh oh oh!” she called as he turned back to her. “And glowsticks!”
Clearly they weren't putting on enough of a show yet.
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"Glowsticks! Fuck yeah!" Taras highfived Gauri, laughing. She then started tugging at the buttons on her vest, before managing to tug the brightly colored article off, revealing a rather slutty black and red bra. Swinging it around her head, Taras faced the crowd, where several people were calling for her to take more off.
"WHOO! Paaarty! Strip bitches!"
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“You have the flattest belly, you bitch!” whined Gauri, giving the taller woman a teasing poke before turning a slightly dazed look on the crowd gathering below them. Just sober enough to realise that a striptease from her current state would be rather short, while also having enough alcohol in her to miss the point entirely, she did the first thing that came into her head.
Hopping on one foot and leaning on Taras for balance, she pulled her boot off and tossed it casually onto the dancefloor. It was kind of awkward trying to dance sexily in only one shoe, the leg with the kneesock now being about an inch shorter than the other, but she'd fulfilled her end of the bargain! She'd taken something off! That was good enough, right?
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"I work for it. This body doesn't happen with out work!" Taras laughed, still dancing against the pole, a little wobbly in her heels and not caring. Watching Gauri remove her shoe was something amazing to see while sober and while drunk? It was epic.
"YEAH! You go girl! Take it off! Can't stop with just one!"
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“Oh, go on then!” Gauri grinned, bending down to tug at the other boot. It'd be more comfortable to dance in than just one, so she might as well strip down to her socks. They were nice socks anyway, and it'd be nice to get to show off her handiwork. She threw her shoe up in the air this time, and giggled as she watched it spin end over end on its way to the floor. “Whee!”
Looking back up, she beamed at Taras. “Well, that was fun! What now?”
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"BODY SHOTS!" Taras laughed and gripping the pole with one hand, leaned over to grab another random guy, her breasts threatening to fall out of the low cut bra, "Hey! You! Yer cute. How about ya get some shots for me and my friend? We want to do some body shots and I know you want to see that."
A little more light flirting, the boy vanished into the crowd and returned with two shots, salt and some lime wedges. Beaming at him, Taras snagged the stuff for hers and motioned Gauri, "Come 'ere! You know how to do a body shot right?"
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“Who doesn't?!” snorted Gauri, grabbing what was left after Taras took hers. Yeah, this was more like it! She briefly considered letting the other woman go first since it was her idea and all, but hey! You snooze you lose!
Standing on tiptoe, she licked a wide trail along the taller woman's cleavage and pointed up at her. “Lime!” Though it didn't really need it with the usual club sweat, she sprinkled her salt onto the damp spot, licked that too and downed her shot, grimacing slightly as she angled her face towards Taras'. She hoped she was ready with that fruit. She'd have to climb to get it herself, and while the crowd would no doubt love that, she wasn't sure if her companion would welcome being used as a ladder.
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Taras had the lime ready and leaned down, pressing her mouth against Gauri's, releasing the fruit. She felt tingly all over from where the other girls tongue and mouth had been against her. There were a few loud cheers from the audience they had attracted. Who didn't want to see two hot girls do body shots. And while Gauri was a new Pilot, she wasn't totally unknown.
"Damn! You are good at that! My turn!" She dropped to her knees, grabbing Gauri by the waist and licking along her cleavage. A sprinkle of salt, which she quickly licked clean then she knocked back her shot, gasping as it burned its way down.
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“Eee, it tickles!” Gauri giggled, squirming at Taras' first assault on her her breasts. It got her every time! The second lick was more anticipated and didn't cause as much wiggling from the Pilot, although she still couldn't help laughing. If only there was a third one, that'd be the sexy charm!
“Haha, OK, OK, I'm ready!” As the taller woman finished, she crammed the lime wedge into her mouth and beamed a bright green smile upwards, right on time. A muffled “Best ever!” had her biting into the fruit a little, squeezing a spurt of juice up into the air.
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Tara quickly shoved her lips against Gauri's, sucking on the lime to kill the burn. Damn but it was good! The booze had made everything warm and fuzzy and fun. Pulling away from Guari, she gave the girls lips a lick as she straightened, "Whoo!"
Hips swaying to the music, Taras closed her eyes. Music sounded so good when she was drunk, "I love this song!" Still clinging to the pole, the PR woman started to sing along, her voice slightly off key, though she made up for it with enthusiasm.
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Spitting the lime rind towards the dancefloor, Gauri pouted a little. “No fair using tongue! Wait 'til I can join in!”
She didn't blame Taras though. They were both pretty damn sexy and awesome tonight, after all. Even the other woman's singing didn't sound too bad when that bra was hanging around like that. Laughing, the Pilot supplied a few lines of equally off-tune backing vocals, jiggling against the pole as she did so. This was so much fun! Still, she reckoned they could be an eensy weensy bit drunker.
That guy getting the shots had been super quick, probably because he wanted to see them get on with it, but it only raised questions about where that other dude had got to with their drinks. Surely he wanted to help their impromptu show too? Hanging onto the pole with one hand and leaning over the edge of the podium to peer into the crowd, she called out, “Now where in the heck are my glowsticks?”
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"I never play fair. It's a rule I never break." Taras had totally forgotten their other drinks and she looked around, "Where is that bast-hiiii!" She finally noticed the guy, or what she hoped was the guy.
Leaning over, her barely covered breasts thrust forward, Taras gave him her brightest smile, "Thanks sexy! What's that?"
Whatever he had brought them was a neon pink that looked exciting! Snagging the drink, Taras giggled and winked at Gauri, "Better hope you didn't put anything in them. Pilots can read your naughty little thoughts!"
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“Naw, I think 's'K,” Gauri reported, pretty certain she'd picked out the right garbled, blurry thought in a sea of garbled, blurry thoughts. “He just seems kin'a offended you'd think that.”
Taking her own drink, she grinned hopefully at the man and asked again, “Glowsticks?” He gave her a blank look which suggested he didn't have a clue what she was talking about, then wandered a little way back into the crowd. Ah well, she shrugged, straightening up to go back to dancing with Taras. The drink was plenty bright enough to make up for it.
“Never seen one o' these b'fore!” she commented, impressed as she held the glass up to eye level. “'S super cute!”
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"Oh. Well....safe drinking and all dat. Ish nothing pwer-er," Taras paused, brow furrowing as she concentrated, "personal!" She beamed, having accomplished her goal and patted the man's shoulder.
He didn't seem to have appreciated her apology and was leaving! Fine! She had a pretty drink and a pretty girl! Taras took a long drink, shivering at the sweet burn, "Ish good! And pretty!"
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“No, you're pretty!” Gauri burst out with a laugh, lunging at the taller woman to give her a hug. Having the drink in her hand was a bit of a problem with her lowered coordination and she slopped a decent quantity of sticky pink alcohol onto Taras' backside, leaving her with only half a glass which she stared at in confusion once she broke the embrace. “Coulda sworn there w's more'n that in there...”
Ah, whatever. It was free anyway, so all of it was profit. It wasn't like she'd lost anything! Shrugging again, she downed what she had left and dumped the glass down by the pole, with her shot glass from earlier. Man, Taras was right, this stuff was delicious! Sometime she'd have to find out what it was.
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When the drink hit her butt, Taras gave a startled yelp, whipping around to see what had happened. And then the room just kept spinning even though she had stopped moving. Clinging harder to the poll, she blinked at her friend, then laughed, "Yeah! It's good!"
The wet spot on her pants was forgotten about as she drained the rest of her drink, "We should have something blue next!"