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| Truth or Dare -- Jean's Bachelorette Party; [Jean, Ari, and the rest of the party] | |
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| Quicksilver | Feb 5 2008, 10:23 AM Post #16 |
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There were many night clubs in New York and Pietro Maximoff was probably the only man in the world who could search each and every one of them in mere moments. He knew the basic itinerary for the evening, as he had insisted on Ari and Mina telling him before he allowed his sister to join them for this celebration, but they had refused to tell him particulars, making it clear that men were not welcomed in their festivities. Well, as if that would stop the determined young man, who had once outraced the sunrise to be at his sister's side at first light. So he searched the clubs, one by one, moving with enough speed that he had searched three hundred and forty one of them within fifteen minutes of leaving the Penthouse Executive Club. The girls were in the three hundred and forty second. Pietro had little use for lines, and no mere human could possibly stop him from entering any place he wished to go. So without even a thought, the streak that was Pietro Maximoff in his silver silk poet shirt, and black slacks swooped past the bouncer, and into the nightclub called Element. He slid to a halt on the dance floor, and instantly, he could feel it. A strange sense of good will and excitement that was definitely not natural. He looked up at the DJ stand, and saw Jean up there inciting the crowd and he realized that she was very likely using her powers on the people. He was puzzled by that, but not disturbed. After all, he was now in her sphere of influence, so he was quite enthusiastic about the bachelorette party and all the girls who danced and played so prettily. He looked for his sister and Avery, wanting to see them both very badly at this moment. The first to kiss in concern, the other to kiss in something much more urgent. He spotted them across the room, and he made his unsteady way to them, noticing all too much, how sheer Avery's dress was. It made perfect sense to his psychically- influenced mind that she would wear something so revealing, and he did not quarrel with it. He was at their side in seconds, the crowd encouraging his speed, relishing in his mutancy under Jean's unsubtle prodding, and he couldn't contain himself once he got there. He threw his arms around Avery and tipped her backwards for a long, passionate, surprisingly heated kiss. |
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| Mina | Feb 5 2008, 09:45 PM Post #17 |
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OOC: Violey, remember, if they were in the sauna then their inhibitions should be -zip- out the window. The lists were given out and they divided up into teams. Mina quickly snagged Jean for hers, claiming the red-headed telepath as her partner-in-crime for the night. "Ok, ok, so, it's Wanda and Avery, Riva and Ari, me and Jean, and I guess Tal and Violey? Sound good? Or we can work in groups of 4, whatever, let's just get this show on the road." She nudged Jean lightly in the side with her elbow to get her attention, leaning over and whispering in her ear, "20 bucks someone's going to make a crack about us being cougars." "Am I expected to perform tasks to which I believe are against ze way I am to conduct myself in ze public's eye?" Mina didn't try to conceal her rather dramatic eye roll, which was a pretty big clue that she wasn't herself. It was a rare day when she would just disregard a student's feelings like that instead of trying to help them work it out. And if that wasn't a big enough giveaway, the words that came out of her mouth next would be. "Oh would you can it already?" she muttered in exasperation as they pulled up to the curb in front of the club. The driver pulled the door open and the ladies began to climb out of the limo, but Mina paused just before she stepped out, glancing back to Violey. "And it's the, sweetie, the, not ze. You've been in this country how long, exactly?" If she was going to say anything else it was lost as they approached the doors to the club and Jean worked her little magic, Mina grinning cheekily as her partner took care of number six on the list. "Damn, I'm falling behind," she joked as she checked it off their list just as they entered the club. Immediately they were swept up in the energy of the crowd and Mina let out a whoop as Jean took flight up to the DJ stand and took over the microphone. ~Well, I guess that means I need to get started on the list,~ she thought to herself, eyes scanning the club until she spotted the perfect prey. Smirking, she sashayed over to the bar and right up to a group of handsome young businessmen, most fresh out of college and looking like they were trying to make Junior Partner somewhere in their stylish dress slacks and shirts, the top few buttons undone as they relaxed after a hard day's work. There were about five of them clustered around the bar in a loose circle, a circle Mina had no trouble slipping into. "Hello boys," she purred huskily with a smile as she hopped up onto the bar, perching delicately on the edge. The group was a bit surprised by her forwardness but they definitely weren't complaining as they were all caught up in the good-will Jean was broadcasting throughout the club. "Hello lady," the one nearest to her greeted, a 20-something brunette with gorgeous green eyes. "What's your name?" Mina turned to him with a smile, reaching over and gently ruffling his hair. "That's for me to know, and you to find out. Now, who's in the mood for a body shot?" ~Number 29, here I come.~ |
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| Avery | Feb 6 2008, 07:33 PM Post #18 |
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Of course as she wiggled her behind at the driver and went on with her nonsense she had no idea of what he was truly chuckling at. With her bottom in clear view for any that looked, Avery would continue to make an ass out of herself, no pun intended, before she became aware of Wanda’s trickery. And so, quite pleased with herself she settled down, at least for a little while, in her seat until they would reach their destination. As poor Vi asked question after question Avery could only snicker and shake her head at the blond. There was no time for her to explain everything to her, she’d just have to watch and learn...It might be good for her. “I claim Avery for my team,” Wanda spoke up, instantly spotting someone who would go the extra mile to get a job done. At this the elven beamed, pleased that Wanda chose her. Anything that helped to strengthen their relationship made her happy. That, and she figured with Wanda at her side, getting through the list should be a synch. Then only a second Mina suggested the arrangement of the teams. "Ok, ok, so, it's Wanda and Avery, Riva and Ari, me and Jean, and I guess Tal and Violey? Sound good? Or we can work in groups of 4, whatever, let's just get this show on the road." She nudged Jean lightly in the side with her elbow to get her attention, leaning over and whispering in her ear, "20 bucks someone's going to make a crack about us being cougars." Avery couldn’t help but chuckle alone to Mina’s private words to Jean, yet she refused to make a comment about it. That would be a little too easy. Instead she nodded after her little laugh. “That’s fine with me...” Avery agreed with a devilish smirk. Really? Was it wise to group the four girls together? It sounded like the perfect scenario for a ‘girls gone wild’ movie..only without all the nudity...perhaps... The night was still young after all. With that done and decided it was off to the club where Jean assisted in their access. Really they couldn’t ask for better as they stepped out of the limo. All the scantily dressed women who stood in lineup, competing to be the next in the club, glared at them in both envy and shock. Quite pleased to be v.i.p. Avery grinned as they passed the velvet rope that kept them back. Just before disappearing into the darkness of the club she made a face, shook her ‘visable’ rump (which she still was not aware of), and blew a raspberry. But, with the sudden change in temperature those four drinks finally caught up with her and Avery ‘gracefully’ bolted for the ladies room. “I’ll be right back!” She hollered out as everyone stood at the doorway looking the club over. Of course, it was in there that she realized, whistle doing a spin around look over, that her posterior was not as concealed as it should be. A sharp gasp could be heard before she hastily stomped out of the powder room. As she did so, Jean was currently making her announcement and provoking the crowd into excitement. Finding Wanda, Avery had been using her purse to cover her tush. Somehow she just knew the Scarlet Witch had been at the root of her little dismay. “Wanda...ya lil Minx!” She chided with a somewhat embarrassed expression, her accent already begun to slip in. Had she not been so ‘intoxicated’ she might have looked for a rock to crawl in under to die. “I swear if ya don’t fix dis....” Avery warned, though never sounding all that threatening. “...C’mon now, dis isn’t teh way I wanna get ah guys attention for teh hunt..” She grinned, placing her hands on her hips, momentarily forgetting about hiding her bottom. Suddenly hands were upon her, she was tilted back and lips were pressed against hers. Out of instinct her hands braced against his arms, intent on pushing the man off her. This split second movement immediately loosened when she realized who it was that held her in his arms, and so the gesture became more than welcomed. Slender fingers slid up his silken shirt, past his chest to rest at the nape of his neck, slipping into his silver locks. Returning his kiss with more ‘lust’ than she would have normally, she expressed heavily how happy she was to see him. Yet she had to pull away in question as well as breath, though a bit reluctantly. “What’re ya doin’ ‘ere...?” She quipped, her voice clearly speaking of the surprise of seeing him tonight. Her dark eyes then narrowed as she smirked. “Yer not playin’ spy are ya?” Her fingers traced zig zags upon his chest in a flirtatious touch as she lightly bit her bottom lip, looking up at him. Though out of the corner of her eyes she could make out Mina and a group of handsome men. It was harder to discern her voice through the noise of the music and crowd. Either way it was obvious that Mina’s team would be up on them in score. That just wouldn’t do. Who knew how many numbers she could accomplish with that many men surrounding you. “Aww...shit..” Avery muttered to herself at seeing this. “Ya don’ ‘ave a scar, do ya?” She suddenly asked Pietro with a giggle. They had already kissed, might as well cross something else off the list if she could. |
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| Valyn | Feb 9 2008, 11:27 PM Post #19 |
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However the others were affected, the pale skin, silvery-haired dragongirl was feeling decidedly silly. She had looked over the list, and giggled over it. She then smiled mischiviously at just about everyone else in the limo. This was going to be fun.. and hilarious. Silent, but with the little amused smirk, she listened to and watched the other girls. Avery's performance, and Wanda's 'enhancement' of it, brought silent giggles to her lips. She hugged Violey 'round the shoulders with one arm when her questioning was answered so sarcastically, sticking her tongue out at the headmistress. So uncalled-for! She wasn't one for partying. Well, she used to be, but ... things just weren't like that anymore. She had to be responsible. Yuck. It was nice to go out and let loose a little. Tali smirked at the long line waiting at the door, as Jean worked her thing. Yeah, glare all you like, girls. Maybe your face'll freeze like that... As soon as they got in, as Jean went off to work the crowd, Talyn scoped the crowd. Mmm, yum. Nice crowd. Very nice. This was going to be so much fun! Prey chosen, the dragon made her way to the bar. Smiling cheerfully at the bartender, she asked for a shot. Of what? Pssh, whatever. So, she downed that, and began chatting with said bartender. Like a complete airhead. "And, I looooove shopping," she said, wide-eyed, sounding quite serious as she finally wound down. "Don't you? It's practically my life, ya know?" She giggled, eyes straying to another guy. "Oooh he has cool tattoo... don't you think... Oh I know! Give me your arm!" She left no room for arguement, drawing her interpretation of the tattoo on the bartenders arm, before hugging him. "Ooh, I'm ignoring my girls, I'm soooo bad," she said suddenly, taking off into the crowd. Shot glass was no where to be seen, strangely enough. Thirty-five, thirty-six, and eighteen down. MwahahahaHAH. That was so fun... She couldn't wait... wait... where was that guy with the awesome tattoo. Like a cheerful little stalker, she searched the club for him for a while before giving up. Temporarily. He had been absolutely studly. If that was even a word. Instead, she found the remaining clump of girls. Violey, she pinched her cheek lightly. "Here you go," she handed her the shot glass, with a mock-innocent smile. |
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| Riva | Feb 11 2008, 02:49 AM Post #20 |
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The noise in the club immediately filled Riva with a surge of energy, adding on to the already pre-existing buzz that persisted since they left the spa. She sauntered in after the girls into the club, offering her ahnd ever so graciously like the Southern Belle she was (or pretended to be) to the bouncer; he took it and she traipsed through the entrance with that grandiose air and devil may care attitude of hers that could have convinced any two bit out here she was someone important in the scene. Her free hand dipped into her small purse, pulling out a friend and in the next second, she drew a raspberrying happy face on the bouncer's wrist. She flashed him a cute little smirk, and allowed those hazel eyes to drag up his muscled arm to his face with an easily contrived saucy look. "Thanks babe. You're a doll," she mused, and slipped into the crowd inside before he could utter a sound of confusion. Inside, Jean was already working her telepathic charm on the crowd. "Can I get a -Hell yeah-?" Good Lord, Jeanie was such a white girl. But hell, Riva was too, and there were few that could party harder than her, much less stay standing by the end of the night, The Cajun gave a loud whistle, no doubt confirming that she was indeed part of the bachelorette group and yes, she was looking. But at the moment, the only person she was looking for was her partner in crime. She'd gotten a tame number 36 under her belt. Looking around, she spotted Ari getting ahead in her game as well, swatting a delicious-looking beau on the bum. She was already hitting the fun numbers. But Riva wasn't one to be left out. She wove through the ebbing crowd, her skin exquisitely soft from the spa treatment and reveling in the feel of skin and clothes brushing against her. Admittedly, she did take her time, falling into the rhythm of the current song playing and flaunting her dance moves. When she finally reached Ari, she sneaked in from behind, looping an arm around the other girl's waist. "An' what, none fo' me?" she asked with that spicy Cajun drawl, looking up to the dark-haired man with a sly look that said she wouldn't be opposed to sharing. Whatever protests Ari could dish were ignored as Riva pulled her back and sat her on a nearby chair, walking around to her front in a deliberate manner, swaying her hips to the rhythm of the club music. Riva winked at Ari, smiling deviously as she glanced over her shoulder at the brunet that had found himself as a member of the audience. "An' if you're a real good boy, you'll get y' turn too," she purred, lowering herself down to Ari's lap and gracing her with a lap dance. She rolled her body like a pro, tilting her head back and looking at Ari through a fringe of red hair, barely able to contain her amused grin. Bringing a hand back, she played with a strand of the latina's hair idly, giving her a wink. "Don' worry, mon ami, Ah won' tell if you don'," she grinned, not once breaking her ministrations on her friend's lap as she tossed the boy another teasing look. Hate to see her drunk. |
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| Ari Boyd | Feb 12 2008, 11:31 PM Post #21 |
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Ari was still smirking arrogantly at the dark-haired man she’d spanked when a slender arm slipped around her waist. Completely free of unease, Ari didn’t even give a start at the unexpected touch. Turning towards the offender, she grinned at seeing who it was, “Rivaaa—my favorite Cajun!” Slipping her arm around the taller woman’s shoulders, she leaned into her, unable to resist quirking a teasing eyebrow at the hot guy, who was now watching them with complete interest. And who could blame him really? Ari was perfectly fine with giving the guy a little something to drool over. “There’s plenty to go around—“ she said, looking towards Riva with a grin. Riva was already several steps ahead of her, pulling her over to a chair and giving her a push into it. Ari was momentarily confused, but as soon as she caught the way Riva was moving to the music and her impish smirk, Ari promptly caught on and threw her head back to let out a hearty laugh. The young woman did what any good lap-dancee would; she sat back and enjoyed the show. She wasn’t the only one either, it seemed dark-haired hottie had friends, and soon three equally good-looking men stepped into spots beside him. Okay, so one of them wasn’t that cute, but they couldn’t all be winners. Cheering and whooping seemed to be coming from all sides and Ari could only grin like a fool, laughter continuing to spill from her lips as Riva moved smoothly over her lap. Riva played with her hair, and Ari smirked, “We’ve got an audience Riva love—a really hot audience.” “Oh, I’m not worried,” she said with a laugh, her eyes twinkling mischievously. Being very deliberate in her movements, the Latina sat up and leaned in to speak into Riva’s ear, her hand trailing up the redhead’s side, “Bet we could get a couple more things checked off.” When Riva’s song had ended, Ari stood up and kissed the redhead’s cheek, trailing a hand down her arm to take her hand and tug her towards their prey. “Did you like that boys? Because I sure did.” Her hand moved towards her dress strap and she pretended to adjust it, simultaneously flashing the boys with the strap of her lacy black bra. Another one crossed off the mental checklist. |
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| Violey | Feb 13 2008, 06:42 AM Post #22 |
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How was the Bachelorette party expecting the golden blonde to react to Mina’s less than caring reply? Should she have stuck her tongue out like Tal? It would have been childish but acceptable. Maybe she should have just continued on with the questions no one seemed to wish to answer. It would make them think she was nuts. If this was a normal night out on the town she would have thought herself nuts. Violey just shrugged. Nothing tonight would be normal. For once a side never seen of the sensible wind controller would be let out. The confusion really had to be blocking the freeing feeling everyone else was experiencing. That was not the case in the slightest. If they were even paying the slightest of attention an odd glimmer in her jeweled green eyes would have been seen. There would be trouble for sure tonight. A hair flip of the utmost saying I’m better than you was given to the poor girl’s left to wait in line. Jean’s intrusion in the bouncer’s mind should have been frowned upon. In fact, if it would have been her she would have done her own type of trickery to get into the club. Sadly the finesse of money could never add up against anything, none in the slightest. More so, who cared? Getting relied in the crowd Violey watched as the crowd turned heads to stare at the girl’s enjoying their friend’s pre-wedding fun time. Pulling off the whole blushing at being stared at, she scoped out the crowd. A lot of handsome man tonight, good thing this wasn’t her home country. Her father would die of a heart attack if he knew what his only daughter was planning. Would it be too much if she did forsake some of her lovely morals for one night? Wait a minute… whose morals were they anyways? Going up to the first guy she saw Violey gave a half smile. The guy, who wasn’t staring at her face, probably couldn’t believe his luck. This man had trouble with the ladies. “Can I buy you a drink?” he offered as he took her slender arm and lead her to the bar. Oh she did not refuse. The funny feeling in her head clearly stated to just play along. Whispering her order in the bar tender’s ear wasn’t enough. Like the bouncer he was bald. “May I make a wish,” she said taking her drink. With her free had she grabbed the back of his head and drew him close. A light kiss was placed atop. The coral lipstick she wore left an imprint on his bald head. Not looking back at the guy who offered to buy her drink she turned and walked away swinging her hips. This was going to be a fun night. It took a matter of seconds to drown her drink. It was the house special; some crazy mixed drink that would never appear in the bars and clubs in Europe. So far two items were marked off their lists. Violey had no idea where her partner in crime was. She wouldn’t be needed until later anyways. Standing still allowed Violey to steal some of the spotlight without warning he was noticed. “Oh, an Italian,” the golden blonde gave a faint whistle dashing the dreams of countless hopeful man. Her glass was giving to a random one of them. Her trek to the dark haired foreigner was short. He watched the blonde in slight confusion. She didn’t allow him any time to question. Her fair hands caressed the nape of his neck. Then rapidly she drew close and kissed him. It was a kiss of wanting but without passion. He seemed to recover quickly and began to raise his hand to touch her face. Promptly Violey grabbed onto his wrist stopping the process. In the same motion she released her kiss. A devious smile danced across her lips. The kiss was nothing more than to give him reason to get his help with the list. The chance was never had. At that moment Talyndal decided to show up to pinch her. The man and the kiss were forgotten in the raise of an eyebrow. A shot glass so that was 39 down. Reuniting with her partner in crime she smiled. “So ze show on ze road eez now beginning,” Violey muttered. For the moment the Italian was nothing but the background. He would serve for two of their list from being crossed off later. Now though more fun was to be had. She linked arms with the dragon girl and pulled her over to another unsuspecting victim. Roughly she pushed another random guy into a chair. Then she dumped the contents of her purse onto the table. All of it being make-up. “So let us give a make-over,” she giggled in a high pitch girly way. Smiling brightly at Tal Violey picked up her eyelash curler. The poor dude just stared blankly at the two women as though he too was lost in a world away from reality. |
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| Quicksilver | Feb 13 2008, 11:57 AM Post #23 |
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“What’re ya doin’ ‘ere...?” [Avery] quipped, her voice clearly speaking of the surprise of seeing him tonight. Her dark eyes then narrowed as she smirked. “Yer not playin’ spy are ya?” "I merely wish to see that you are not corrupting my sister too much," Pietro said, a teasing light in his eyes. He leaned in for another kiss, a heady drunken feeling in his mind and he had forgotten that Jean was clearly manipulating the crowd. Whatever she did was just fine with him. After all, this was her party, was it not, her celebration? How wonderful American customs were, he had never realized it before. He forced himself away from Avery, knowing that if he stayed too long in her arms he would be lost forever, and he was not one who relished the idea of being lost, not even to a woman as breathtaking... He spun away, to see his sister, and his heart leaped at the sight of her, his beloved twin who was his pride and his joy and his delight. Wanda, the perfect, the powerful, his twin, who had shared his life even before they had had a life. He caught her in his arms, delirious with the joy and exhilaration of Jean's wave of good will, and spun her around playful. "Wanda, my beauty, my love, are you having fun? I will leave you to it if you are. You know me, though. I am an over protective brother, who has only your best interests at heart." He kissed her on the tip of her nose, because he thought it amusing to do so. Avery spoke behind him and asked a strange question about a scar. Pietro held up his balled fist, thumb sticking up like a flagpole, "You see that tiny white line there on my thumb? I cut myself quite badly on a fish knife when I was twelve." He glanced to his sister, "Do you remember, my precious, I cried for hours until my sweet Wanda came and comforted me. She has always cared for me so nicely. Why do you ask, Dear One, if I am scarred?" |
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| Jean | Feb 17 2008, 01:41 PM Post #24 |
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Jean closed her eyes and drank in the euphoric emotions drifting up from the crowd. Some of them had a feeling back in their minds that something wasn’t right but it was just a nagging little voice that most people ignored. “Mmmm,” she said into the mic as she watched her friends start racking up the points, “how about some action for the bachelorette of the night? Come on, all you eligible men, gather around.” She turned the high platform back to the DJ and descended into the mob of single men, drawn to Jean by the telepathic waves of ecstasy she was transmitting. She floated down and seated herself cross-legged on the closest bar, looking like a queen holding court to the men pushing at each other to gather around her. Grinning wickedly, she pointed a newly polished fingernail at two most muscular men in the group and beckoned them forward with a crooked finger. Further along the same bar, Mina was entertaining her own group of men. Jean gave Mina a look and a cocky smirk. “Hey Mina,” she called over to the blonde, “If there was no Logan, do see anyone you’d want to take home? Or maybe just take him for a little test drive?” One of the muscular men she’d singled out put his hand on Jean’s leg, slowly caressing her knee and inching his hand up her inner thigh. “How about you?” he said, his voice thick with desire. “Take you home,” she asked, the humor in her voice becoming a full laugh, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. She reached up and patted his cheek. “Not taking into account that I love him … my fiancée… husband-to-be…” she said with a wide smile, “He would tear you apart so fast it would just be embarrassing.” |
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