tristan-carente-ioerp:

Tristan had found one person who had agreed to do a bizarrely tempoed salsa with him for one of the songs. Although club music usually didn’t go well with ballroom dancing, there were a couple of songs that fit the bill. The female he had been dancing with slipped away as the next song came on, leaving Tristan to try to navigate off the dance floor. A second later, he felt a body fall into his. It barely even fazed him, instead he turned around, spotting Lu. “You’re fine, Lu, and so am I. Decided to try to spin your way into Narnia?” he joked.

“Well you know. Sometimes the best way to get rid of your problems is to spin away from them,” she laughed. Gods, how many times had she joked with friends when playing video games about literally cartwheeling away from the problem. “How are you enjoying the shinding?”

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Almost on demand a server walked by with a tray of the drink they had just discussed. Automatically she took his orders and began to drink. A drink which she proceeded to hold back despite the surprise which sprang on her. She wouldn't lie, James was attractive. Even with only a few conversations shared. His appreciation for her as more than just an asset made her quite attracted to him. Perhaps not love, to early to call it that, but the way he approached her it was under the impression they had a relationship more than sexual.

"You do know that this is meant to help become social," she joked, "I joke. I am most humbled James. I accept," like she had a choice. Her hand shook as she gracefully took the bracelet from him and put it on. All the while looking him in the eyes with an all but gracious grin on her face. Eyes never took themselves off of him, fingers effortlessly flicking the small clasp closed. "Considering you have been nothing but kind to me. I don't think there's any other master I would rather be braceleted to."

She wouldn’t argue. She knew what was going on in her mind. In all honesty, it was better the assets didn’t drink. Though it did help sober her up slightly. “I said I was sorry. Would you like me to get you another drink? Honestly, it’s probably good the Assets don’t drink. Considering the birth control they have us on,” her eyes flickered from the woman to the master she had been talking with. “But since I’m interupting something I’ll just let you be.”

lucrczla:

She wasn’t much of a drinker, even in school she didn’t go searching for alcohol. One time during her freshman year she did go to a Delta Sigma Iota party and ended up with a wild hangover the next morning, but since had found herself fairly controlled. This little mixer however, why not? She had no plans to get drunk, but with some of the experiences she had, a glass of wine couldn’t hurt. That’s what she said about 4 glasses ago. 

Having put her most recent glass down, she began twirling. Giggling as she drunkenly danced she paid no attention as she twirled her way into another person. Gaining her composure she looked at the other in worry. “Oh my gosh. I am… so sorry. Are you okay?”

“You have got to be kidding me,” there Kalina was, minding her own business as she tried to hit on one of the Masters of the island, and then next thing she knew her drink was on the sand.  Luckily it hadn’t gotten on either of them, “they allow you guys one night to drink and look at you all, barely able to function, fucking drunk.”  She laughed as she shook her head, “you’re all basically putting the last nail in your own coffin, you think they’re going to allow this again?  How disappointing,” she rolled her eyes still watching her.

“It’s nice to almost pretend that there’s not some power dynamic,” she kept dancing, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “And I hope you are too!” 

She wasn’t much of a drinker, even in school she didn’t go searching for alcohol. One time during her freshman year she did go to a Delta Sigma Iota party and ended up with a wild hangover the next morning, but since had found herself fairly controlled. This little mixer however, why not? She had no plans to get drunk, but with some of the experiences she had, a glass of wine couldn’t hurt. That’s what she said about 4 glasses ago. 

Having put her most recent glass down, she began twirling. Giggling as she drunkenly danced she paid no attention as she twirled her way into another person. Gaining her composure she looked at the other in worry. “Oh my gosh. I am… so sorry. Are you okay?”

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james-walker:

James had been taking it easy; it was only his first glass of whiskey, and he’d been on the beach for a little over an hour. Other than talking to assets and masters and mistresses alike, he wasn’t in the mood for much, and thought about leaving right when his thoughts were suddenly side-swept by the brunette crashing into him. Much to his surprise, it was Lucrezia, and he was almost embarrassed with himself, since he spent time looking for her and found her when he wasn’t looking for her.. He shook his head, not in response to her questioning, but it was no matter to him. She hadn’t done anything he felt needed apologizing. “Don’t apologize. How much alcohol have you had tonight? ” he wondered, somewhat amused by her giggles and twirling of course. 

There could have been worse people to bump into. So far James was perhaps one of the more favorable masters in her book. For the love of all that was holy at least it wasn’t King.  Suddenly she found herself doing a mental inventory. Technically she never even finished one, but with how often it was refilled it needed to be thought over. That would be her downfall she assumed. Realizing what happened she looked from him down, shaking her head slightly. 

“Perhaps 3 glasses of wine. I don’t drink often, so I figured why not go with something I knew well. Are you enjoying the party?”

She wasn’t much of a drinker, even in school she didn’t go searching for alcohol. One time during her freshman year she did go to a Delta Sigma Iota party and ended up with a wild hangover the next morning, but since had found herself fairly controlled. This little mixer however, why not? She had no plans to get drunk, but with some of the experiences she had, a glass of wine couldn’t hurt. That’s what she said about 4 glasses ago. 

Having put her most recent glass down, she began twirling. Giggling as she drunkenly danced she paid no attention as she twirled her way into another person. Gaining her composure she looked at the other in worry. “Oh my gosh. I am... so sorry. Are you okay?”

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A laugh erupted from her. Certainly she had thought about what if the place had caught on fire. If she had just found a box of matches and flicked one over her shoulder. But, that could only do her wonders. Who knew what the islanders would do if she tried to set the place ablaze. "It has it's ups and downs. It could be worse. When I first got here I despised the place. Was ready to plan every escape I could. But now, I don't think it's too bad. It has a fantastic collection of knowledge, pretty decent people, if I'm sick I don't have to worry about a hospital bill. And the masters and mistresses haven't been too harsh. For the most part I've been able to just live life."

“I suppose you could say I’m a bit of a pyro. Nothing big, but it’s fun to just light a match. My freshman year me and a few of my friends found this tutorial on Pintrest on how to make these tiny crossbows that you could shoot matches, that was a giggle,” she remembered that night and how said friends had to reassure her she wouldn’t get caught by campus security. “Not too bad of an addiction, though if you give me a match book I won’t stop until every one has been lit and there’s a tiny pile left of the now lit matches.” Finely trimmed nails tapped against the book, eyes turning from him to their surroundings. “As for why I’m here? I suppose you could say it’s to hide from college loans until I can pay them off. I want to be a professor in Art History but need to money to support a dream like that.”

Okay,“ James smiled, sitting up straighter and leaning slightly closer to her. “I wasn’t expecting that from you. You have a far more wholesome look.” He thought she looked very young and innocent. That was his initial impression of her, very smart as well - he didn’t think he had to comment on any one of those things. “Pinterest?” James questioned her. “There are too many sites out there these days for me to keep track of,” he drew the cigarette away from his lips, blowing out the smoke. “Well I wouldn’t worry about it too much unless you felt like burning down a whole building, or perhaps an entire island.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “What better way to pay off student loans. I’m sure you’re enjoying yourself here, or you secretly hate it for what it is?”

She smirked, wondering for a second which one he'd prefer. Squirming just a smidgeon she got out of his clutches, a victorious smile on her face. "I may be tiny but I pack a punch Trist. Though I do love the fun entertainment you provide."

[original prompt] Tristan Carente: [press] // tagged: @lucrczla

lucrczla:

Lucrezia smirked, looking the other up and down. He won fair and square. “Well look who’s come on top. Now what are you gonna do big guy?”

Tristan smirked slightly. “Told you I was stronger,” he teased, his larger frame hovering slightly over the female. “Well, figured this could go one of two ways: either we go movie cliche style… or you can just push me away and this time I won’t try to one up you,” he grinned.

[ guide ] ( again for james im shameless )

send [ guide ] to roughly grab my muse and pull them into a passionate kiss.Having just finished another book Lucy was on her way to the library. Hips swaying slightly as she gripped the hardcover early edition of Gaston Leroux's Phantom of the Opera and made her way down hallways she had become all too accustomed to. Placing the book where it belonged she found herself shocked as a hand grabbed her arm. Quickly being turned and having a pair of lips put on hers. What was first a sense of being startled now relaxing as she pursued the kiss, pressing her body against his a little more and a hand clutching the bookshelf behind her.

♌ ( for james! )

Send in ♌ for my character's reaction to being spanked by yoursLucrezia was laid across Jame's lap, skirt pulled up to expose her ass. A bright red handprint across her left cheek, the sting still existing throughout her body. Biting her lip she turned her head slightly to look up at him, waiting for more. "Oh come on daddy. I know you can smack me harder."