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Post by Aislinn Waldorf on Dec 15, 2008 20:57:16 GMT -5
Outfit"Another Bloody Mary, Paul." Aislinn giggled at the bartender, waving her empty glass. She titled her head slightly to the side, giving away a sweet and innocent smile "A little more alcohol then blood this time." She happily licked her lips, running a quick hand through her blond locks. Her blue-grey orbs scanned the cozy little bar, every now and then she rose her hand to wave at a few people she knew.
It was a lovely Friday night, only two days until the full moon and the blood inside of Aislinn's veins were sizzling. Ais was always in a party mood around this time and usualy got herself waisted. But today, she was getting her little ass drunk for a different reason and that reason was her mother.
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Post by grant mraz on Dec 15, 2008 21:15:55 GMT -5
Grant had been sitting in an oversized reading chair when the Queen came in to tell him to go after Aislinn. Grant blinked and looked over his book at her before sighing softly and looking back at his book. She told him once more, a little more sternly this time, and Grant closed his book, standing. Grant hated when the Queen sent him to watch over Aislinn. The girl was way too flirtatious and it made him really edgey around her. Either way, her mother knew Aislinn would be out partying and getting drunk so he was told to make sure she didn't completely waste herself to nothing.
Pushing through the crowd of people, Grant assumed Aislinn would be by the bar. To his not surprise she was and from the looks of it she was already buzzed if not drunk. The brunette combed his fingers through his shaggy locks and walked to the bar taking a seat next to her at the bar. "Is there a night where you don't get drunk Princess Aislinn? [/color]" Grant chuckled softly and looked to her. Despite her way Grant enjoyed being her family's slave. They were all very interesting. He found himself staying around Aislinn more often, though. Possibly because she was closer to his age and a girl, despte him being almost deathly afriad of girls. It was true. Grant had a slight fear of girls. Outfit[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Aislinn Waldorf on Dec 16, 2008 17:09:06 GMT -5
Aislinn spun around the face the human, placing one of her fingers over his lips. "Shhhh." She hissed. She glanced around the bar before resting her gaze back onto the brunette. "There is no need to be calling me princess around here." She said softly. "Not all werewolves here are too fond of my father." She then broke out into a bright smile. "And for your information, I only get drunk during special occasions and the two nights before a full moon." She brought her attention back to the bartender, nodding a thank you as she was handed her newly poured drink. Aislinn wasn't to fond of her father either. The whole power hungry, need to rule the world, and inslaving the humans to force them to do hard labor wasn't really her 'piece of cake.'
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Post by grant mraz on Dec 16, 2008 17:57:37 GMT -5
Grant blinked when her finger touched his slips to silence him. He nodded softly to her just before her finger slipped away. She was right. It wasn't the best idea to advertise who she was, though most people should know who she is by now. The human chuckled softly as he watched her get yet another drink. That was right, a full moon was only two days away. Grant shivered ever so slightly at the though. It was no fun around the castle with a bunch of shapeshifters roaming about. "I see. [/color]" Grant chuckled again and looked to the bartender who asked if he wanted a drink. The brunette simply shook his head. Aislinn's mother also told him to keep an eye on Aislinn and there was no way he would be able to do that if he was intoxicated.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Aislinn Waldorf on Dec 16, 2008 18:10:01 GMT -5
Aislinn smiled once again, taking a sip of her drink. She could feel a headache forming in the back of her head and began to wonder how many drinks she already had. Being in immortal, it took quite the large amount to get drunk. She was quite slim and she needed about eight to ten drinks to get smashed. She pouted at the slave. "Don't be such a party pooper, Grant." She downed the rest of her drink, slamming the empty glass onto the counter. "Have a drink, losen up a bit."
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Post by grant mraz on Dec 16, 2008 18:28:51 GMT -5
The boy arched his eyebrow slightly and chuckled. Party pooper? How long had she known him; since they were children? All he did was read and run and do what he was told; girls scared him and he was definately the nonconfrintational type. Maybe if he had one drink though she would leave him alone about it. Aislinn could be very persistant when she wanted to be. If that meant forcing him to drink a drink of some kind she'd probably do it. Grant looked to the bartender and shrugged. "Um. Anything I guess. [/color]" The bartender nodded then brought him back some colorful drink. Grant took a sip and then another. Grant watched as she drank from yet another glass of alcohol and chuckled softly to himself. She could hold her liqour fairly well despite he being so small in size, though she was taller than himself.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Aislinn Waldorf on Dec 16, 2008 18:43:10 GMT -5
Aislinn titled her head slightly to the side raising a perfectly plucked brow. "What's so funny?" She asked, referring to his chuckle. She quickly waved over the bartender and ordered a couple of shots. Propping on elbow onto the table, she rested her head in the palm of her head. She face Grant, a sweet smile displayed on her lips. "Have you ever gone crazy? You know, get totally waisted and party the night away" She asked. "Anything adventures?"
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Post by grant mraz on Dec 16, 2008 18:49:38 GMT -5
Grant blinked as she looked at him and questioned his chuckling. The boy shrugged a little not really knowing how to answer that. Nothing was really funny, more so amusing. She ordered the shots and Grant blinked again. She was ordering more alcohol? Did she ever get sick? Her hang overs must've been awful, though he wasn't sure she even got hang overs. THe brunette couldn't think of a time where she was huung over. Even if he did see her that way he wouldn't reall know it was hang over having never experienced one. At her question Grant returned to reality and looked a Aislinn. This made him chuckled. Him? Go crazy? "Never. I've been your family's slave for my whole life practically. I'm not allowed to do anything adventurous let alone have the time to be. [/color]" The brunette smiled and took another sip of the colorful drink.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Aislinn Waldorf on Dec 16, 2008 19:04:59 GMT -5
Aislinn's smile quickly disappeared, flipping upside down."I'm sorry."She said softly. She knew the living styles of a slave, but at times she forgets, such as now. She felt a bit sorry for the boy, laboring for her family nearly his entire life. Then again, she knew that the humans were greatly need for their blood and if such a tight strain on their freedom wasn't held, life like the hold times would come back. The immortal creatures would once again be hiding in the shadows. "Well then lets change the right now." She pushed the tray of shot between the too and grinned, her tiny canine teeth poking out from beneath her lip.
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Post by grant mraz on Dec 16, 2008 19:18:17 GMT -5
Grant blinked when she said she was sorry. He chuckled and shook his head. "Don't be. I've rather liked living under you're family. You all are quiet interesting. The whole working thing is nothing to be concerned about. Fighting it is almost always otiose. Er, pointless. [/color]" He grinned slightly and looked at her just as she pulled the tray of shots between them. Grant blinked and looked to her. So many reasons why not to do this swam through his mind. For some reason, though, he decided to ignore those pestering voices and go with the flow. Nodding slightly and smiling slightly more Grant spoke. " Yes. Lets.[/color]"[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Aislinn Waldorf on Dec 19, 2008 14:22:42 GMT -5
Aislinn smiled weakly, that wasn't something you usauly hear from a slave. Aislinn knew many slaves who hated their jobs and her family. She slowly nodded and then picked up a shot. "A toast," She said, her smile growing, "to having the time of our lives." She raised her drink slightly, ready to clank in against Grant's.
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Post by grant mraz on Dec 20, 2008 10:51:41 GMT -5
Grant chuckled and nodded raising his glass, clanking the glass shot against her own. "To the time of our lives and to the hope your mother doesn't find me. [/b]" Grant grinned and downed the shot. He coughed slightly and wiped his mouth before chuckling and setting the shot glass down. The brunette shook his head. He never drank very often and that shot was a little stronger than he was used to. He tried to let that on to Aislinn though. The boy watched her down her own glass and smiled a bit. She did always get like this right before a full moon, didn't she? Grant never really enjoyed the full moon ceremony but he put up with it because, thankfully it was only a day long.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Aislinn Waldorf on Dec 22, 2008 13:40:01 GMT -5
Aislinn laughed as she watched the humans slave take his shot. She quickly grabbed herself another before jumping out of her seat. "Well, you can't have the time of your life without dancing, of course." She said, feeling a bit woozy. She ran a quick hand through her blond locks, readjusting her bandanna. "Don't even think about complaning," Her smile grew and she held out her hand toward him. "because I'm commanding you to dance with me." Oh god, her mother would kill her if she knew Aislinn was partying with a human.
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Post by grant mraz on Dec 22, 2008 15:40:04 GMT -5
Grant chuckled and took another shot as the princess stood. He tilted his head to the side watching Aislinn. She was a ball of energy, that she was. He suddenly blinked, however, when Aislinn out stretched her arm to him, her hand open for his to take. Grant looked at her hand then Aislinn herself. As if she read his mind she told him he wasn't allowed to protest. There was so manything wrong with this. Grant could get into so much trouble, Aislinn even more. He bit his lip and set his shot glass down before slowly taking her hand. Grant couldn't disobey a command like this. Who knew when he'd get another chance like this. Getting to his feet the brunette looked at her, waiting for her to lead. Before they did leave, though, he grabbed another shot. Grant would rather not be aware of what would happen. [/blockquote]
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Post by Aislinn Waldorf on Dec 22, 2008 15:52:39 GMT -5
With a tug at Grant's hand, she guided the boy toward the middle of the dance floor, squeezing her way past couples. Aislinn took in a deep breath, the headache in the back of her head growing stronger. She smiled sweetly at the familiar song that was playing and began swaying her hips toward the beat. "I hope you're not as bad as a dancer as you are a drinker." She muttered, her words slightly slurring. Aislinn let out a laugh, she had a feeling, once the night was over, she'd be crawling home.
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