"All the better to see you with, my dear." the tipsier than usual Billie shot back without looking first at who had made the comment (one she'd heard a lot in her life because of her stupidly big doe eyes) which of course was an instant regret when said eyes laid themselves upon the redheaded vampire who definitely had a reputation. "Uh." choked out the witch, hand raising, shaking back and forth which mirrored the motion her spinning head was making. "That wasn't flirting, or, a threat, I just -- maybe I should just shut up now."

@x-violentdelights Freya to Billie ( Valentine Yacht )

One of the many fun things she could name about nights such as these, the best was getting to spend so much time surrounded by witches. It really was her favorite atmosphere. And she found herself increasingly interesting when she saw the little Astor witch. The Astors, what mysteries they were. They were intriguing and she had watched quite a few of the families over her many years of residence. So when she found herself sitting by the witch, by pure coincidence truly, she couldn't help but bring her legs up as she turned to look at her. "You have fascinating eyes," she commented with a smile, "Apologies, I tend to comment on the things that catch my attention."

Starter: Romy to Gray ( @collextivesoul ) Location: Estate, deep in the woods

As the city found itself occupied with a party upon water, Andromeda hung upside down from a familiar tree that had served the vampire well these past twenty or so years, it was one that held secrets and desires; plus it was just out of reach for a certain alpha whom was walking by, right on cue. "I spy with my little eyes, something that looks like a grey hair." the dreadlocked vampire whispered as delicate fingers plucked the hair from upon his head whilst she remained hanging. "Can't grow too old on me yet, Odin, we're not done here."

"Poor Quinny boy." sung eerily from high above, as Romy so often was, sitting upon old branches as icy blue hues watched the world around them, yet remained exactly the same in so many ridiculous ways. "Unable to truly let himself go unless his mummy tells him too." still singing, the shoeless vampire dropped before her so-called vampiric brother, humming a soft tune in-between never-ending banter, and a shared indifference. "Maybe one day you'll be anything else besides a cocky dickhead, and then, maybe then, they'll have something interesting to say about you."

@x-violentdelights Quinlan to Andromeda ( city line by the woods )

While he was sure of his loyalty to his maker, he didn't neccesarily hold the same regard for her other progenies. Still, he had grown to show a certain kind of partialness to his vampiric siblings. Which was why, when he caught glimpse of the hat, he found himself catching up to Andromeda. "They're going to start telling ghost stories about you out here," he found himself idly saying, knowing she around and just waiting for her to pop up, "I can hear them now actually. They start with a rabid woman howling at the moon."

You’ve joined a happy home, even if we’re an odd one.

Ella Purnell as Lucy MacLean - Every Single 'Okey-Dokey!' Fallout (2024)

Okay, while Scarlett was distracted by Russians, Wren decided it was time to scope out the psychotic blood mage who Axel had some choice words and August, well, August seemed to hate everyone so Wren wasn't surprised by that. Still, Loki, wasn't exactly Scarlett's type and therefore warranted a little snooping, or outright questioning. "Aiming high, aren't we?" commented the brunette, tilting her fill glass towards the warlock while seemingly taking up all the space so the pair could be alone for a short while. "I'm here to scope you out, figure out while my girl has been hypnotised."

OPEN STARTER;

Location: Valentine Yacht.

After the small bit of commotion Loki may or may not have caused had finally died down, it being a small case of a couple of people getting hustled over a simple card game, the warlock now found himself quite popular when it came to his concoctions -- hey, it was always a perfect time to earn a bit of money, wasn't it? He certainly thought so, so here he was, pocketing a bit of money whilst having a good time -- what a little entrepreneur. "I'd make a fuckin' great shop owner, huh?" was said to the person that approached, the blood mage looking absolutely fucking chuffed with himself as he began sipping on one of his drinks, leaning against the table in front of him. "Are you trying one, or just here to witness my greatness?"

Starter: Wren to Eli ( @xbeautifulmonsters ) Location: Never-ending yacht party

It was not Wren's job to fix other's problems, make them dig deep and sort their shit out, cry on her shoulder (only the select few could do that) and make sure they weren't making bad choices; though, was Wren ever a bad choice? While she knew Eli had his baggage, demons that probably sat on his shoulders on the daily, they all had their crap (Wren's stupid ex was staring at her from the corner, in-between sticking his tongue down some idiots throat) though Wren wasn't one to dwell, and instead felt the need to pull the Rockwell heir back into her web. "You've been avoiding me." the shifter pouted as she stood between Eli and a faceless person, immediately tugging at his shirt and pulling the warlock onto the dance floor. "And I don't like being ignored."

"Billie." almost blurted out as phone was quickly snatched up and placed into her oversized bag which included a couple vials of V, freshly purchased for this evening and in desperate need to be used; alcohol and other substances were like turning the radio frequencies to full blast. "Did I tell you my name already?" a moment of embarrassment had the witches cheeks following suit as eyes looked for the next drink to occupy her gaze, one that had certainly noticed how nice looking the wolf, no, Cohen's face was. "Okay, so, with my natural rizz, I guess this is where I ask you if you come here often?" now that had Billie laughing into her glass, as teeth clamped down together, eyes shutting while she attempted to hide from that moment. "God, can I start again??"

Although something about Cohen seemingly screamed confidence, perhaps it being his overall looks or his cheeky smile, those that truly knew him knew that woman, and generally just talking to them, wasn't actually something that came all that smoothly to him. Perhaps this showed as a light shade of pink reddened his cheeks as she handed over her phone, the werewolf unable to hide a chuckle, which one could say resembled that of a man giggle, took the phone from her much smaller hand and began to type his name and digits into it. "That was much smoother than anything that's come out of my mouth -- you were just fuckin' born with the rizz, weren't you?" After successfully putting his information in, he slid her phone back over to her, a lopsided grin still on his face. "It's, uh, it's under Cohen 'cause... well, that's my name."

Starter: Silver to Niesa ( @xbeautifulmonsters ) Location: Niesa's place

"Niesa?" the now wolf called out for the one witch she could still rely on, as her grandparents had made it abundantly clear that she were to never return to their home, the faction; any of it. "If you're banishing me too, blink twice." feet had stopped suddenly from walking into Niesa's home, suddenly being hit with a nervousness that the once confident young woman had never carried around until she triggered.

"Does that mean you invade men's personal space then?" Silver shot back quickly, the slightest crinkles appearing at the corner of lowered lips as the wolf realised the joke that had been made, yet she appreciated Casey's honesty and his patience as Silver was well aware she wasn't easy to deal with; never had been. "Who's your sister?" perhaps the first genuine question she had asked someone in the past month, actually thought about another person since -- killing your best friend and loosing your powers definitely made her a tad selfish. "I don't think I can do this, be a wolf that is."

Casey couldn't help but let out a chuckle at her question "No, I try not to invade women's personal space unless I am being invited to. I have a little sister, I am very mindful" nothing changes the way you think about women more than having a sister and thinking, anything dirty you could think or do to a woman someone dude is probably trying to do to your sister. Those were the thoughts that kept him up at night "You're not what? Decent company... nah let me be the judge of that. I'm pretty low maintenance anyways"

It was within seconds that Wren was sitting on Cohen's lap, casually taking the lollipop from sloppy fingers, popping it into her mouth while making herself comfortable. "Your ex has serious issues with me." the shifter began cluelessly while Cohen was being fashioned into her own personal sofa. "And you know I'm all about, well, not hitting a bitch until she really deserves it, buuuuuuuuut, ya gal is starting to ruin my good time, Co Co."

Starter from Cohen to Wren - @x-violentdelights Location: The Valentine Yacht.

While there were many things Cohen loved about his reasonably care-free life, the fact that he could just sit around from 7am until God knows what hour of the morning, or even a day or two later, without any worries at all genuinely was one of his favourite things, ever. It was also precisely what had happened now -- the young wolf had shown up to Scarlett's party as soon as he was allowed on and was now far too many drinks, and drugs but shh, deep. Although sometimes unable to see clearly in his current state, he saw someone clear as day and promptly pulled the lollipop out of his mouth in order to scream at her to get her attention. "Wren! -- Oi! -- HEY WREN!!" was screamed at the top of his lungs, the tall werewolf even standing momentarily and waving his long arm in the air. "Come here... I have lollipops, it's a blast."

"She remembers that she hates me, and perhaps that our sister killed her." Aurelius answered with a shrug of his shoulders, still grinning for reasons that were unknown to him, though the vampire assumed he was happy for his twin who seemed to love the blonde banshee and was at one time -- monogamous; it was enough to make Aurelius gag. "Oh Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou, Romeo!" he now shouted, knowing full well the two women only a wall away would hear as large hand slapped Kensley on the back, remaining close as he whispered. "I would hurry, my love, for my dolly's blood has made me hungry and we both know that willpower and I are not friends."

He couldn't quite say how far out he was able to pick up the scent of potent blood that must have been recently spilled by his brother. He acknowledged it about halfway up the stairs when it became hard to ignore the slight edge it had compared to most. The blood of a rare, blood that was covering his brother as Kensley appeared in the hallway before him. He looked him over, blue eyes raking over his twin's appearance and up to his unusual demeanor. His jaw tensed only for a moment before his eyes left his brother and drifted over to the door, Aurelius's laughs starting to echo in the hall around them. Kensley didn't move, not even as hands used him to dramtically keep steady. There were two heartbeats, one could've blended into the white noise of the universe. But the other, the other felt like a song he thought he'd never hear again. "She's alive," he said, eyes finding his gleeful brother once again, "And she remembers everything?"

"Babe, even I don't have the power to stop you there." Wren admitted gleefully as head leaned slightly to rest upon Chloe's head while hand reached up to the wolf's face, patting it gently. "We're both ridiculous when it comes to all sorts of faces and genitalia, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

@x-violentdelights Chloe to Wren ( 5PM )

"Oh fuck, right, right," the dark haired werewolf flicked the top of her own head, "He was the guy that we found rubbing cupcakes on himself at Babycakes." She looked back at the man across the bar clearly in need of some help. "I should probably think about some security, huh?" she picked up her shot glass and downed it, set it down and eagerly patted her hand on the wood of the bar as she ordered another round for her and Wren. "Remind me to make sure you're always here to stop me from thinking crazy people are cute, mk?" she teased her friend leaning her head on Wren's shoulder.

Truthfully, Maddox Chase didn't drink, or not in the way that his peers seemed to almost every other night. Perhaps it would have been easy, given his childhood and living on the streets since he was fourteen, yet Eddie and the generosity of Tobias and Aurora seemed to keep the lanky male from that path; and now he wasn't overly sure where to begin. "Not sure, never met one before." he stated honestly, glancing over his shoulder at the redhead who was burying whatever she needed to just to have one good night, and for that, well, it was worth getting drunk for. "Looks like Loki is handing out drinks that would do the trick. Maybe you'll get your answers there."

@x-violentdelights Ariel to Maddox ( yacht party )

Maybe it finally happened, maybe they lost their minds. Because Maddox and Ariel didn't really go out to drink, certainly not on Scarlett's yacht. But you know what, it was pretty much the end of the world at this point. And hadn't they handled enough of it that they got to have a night off. "Alright Madikins, I've been dying to know," she patted her hand on a table, "Just what is your poison?" She wasn't sure she'd seen him drink before, so part of the witch felt like she was also here for science. Just what does a drunk necromancer look like?

"You're poor, aren't you?" Maddox jested as the necromancer approached his friend who was having the time of his life, swindling people out of their money, and somewhat easily as well. "You could have just asked me for money." again, a jest while Maddox sat beside the blood mage who could obviously only do small talk and somewhat polite chitchat for so long at a party; much like Maddox. "Here to watch you get slapped." the warlock retorted quickly, clicking his tongue momentarily while curious gaze landed upon one of the so-called concoctions. "Okay, just as long as I don't start summoning ghosts, I'll try one."

OPEN STARTER;

Location: Valentine Yacht.

After the small bit of commotion Loki may or may not have caused had finally died down, it being a small case of a couple of people getting hustled over a simple card game, the warlock now found himself quite popular when it came to his concoctions -- hey, it was always a perfect time to earn a bit of money, wasn't it? He certainly thought so, so here he was, pocketing a bit of money whilst having a good time -- what a little entrepreneur. "I'd make a fuckin' great shop owner, huh?" was said to the person that approached, the blood mage looking absolutely fucking chuffed with himself as he began sipping on one of his drinks, leaning against the table in front of him. "Are you trying one, or just here to witness my greatness?"

Starter: Atticus to Max ( @xbeautifulmonsters ) Location: Shifter territory, training grounds

"No, no, no." Atticus whispered sternly, the knife still held to the other males throat, the one who had gotten fucked off that Max was winning and had decided to play dirty, letting his emotions take control, forcing Atticus to step in and teach this particular lesson. "You will die when the fight comes because you cannot control your anger, no, idiotic male pride because that woman, your leader is stronger than you and won fairly." grip tightened as blade pressed against bare skin, the tiniest drop of blood falling as the wolf continued the lesson. "You want to learn how to survive, to be ready for what's coming, then control yourself. You want to fight dirty and be a son of a bitch? Then you and I will face off next."

"Please, you're a dirty, messy bitch, and that's coming from me." the shifter stated firmly while a napkin was thrown in Cal's direction, Wren ran her fingers through that ridiculously long mane, relaxing again into the seat as envious hues locked themselves upon the Scottish man before her. "Can't believe you're getting a two for one." the brunette practically pouted while eyes scanned the crowd, assessing who she'd be taking home tonight as hand rose and waved off Cal's question. "Migraine hit, went home; its usually how those works with me." Wren explained casually, not dwelling on the details of her aliment that kept her hidden away like a damn cave troll half the time. As lips took a moment to drink the contents of yet another free drink, the shifter couldn't help but let out a small laugh at Cal's words head shaking back and forth slowly. "Please, don't you worry about our Asher, girl is getting hers. You guys are friends, shit happens -- besides, there's way bigger problems than you getting double teamed, you know?"

Hands came up at the the shout, not that he really worried about that. It was already part of his reputation he was a slut so Wren calling him a whore more so made him laugh. "I'm living my dream," he added in with a big grin because yes, yes he was. No, not the way Wren might be thinking but James ... yeah, he was living his dream. "Since when do I kiss and tell? I am a respectful lad, Wren, all the time," he nodded, bringing his drink to his lips before a brow perked and he thought for a moment as he took a sip. Was she there? He remembered Asher, Bishop... but... "Weird of you to miss a party, right? But you know, considering what happened," he shook his head, taking a breath because not really the topic to get into. "Ah, Asher saw me with Beck that night. We haven't talked much so I haven't told her about James yet," that was something to get used to, "I'm not sure she's fully forgiven me yet, you know?"