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[/color]" Tria squeaked, eyes wide. Another one of the girls followed her eyes, and then another, and another, and the gasps echoed in her group, Is that Chandler?! Triassic had already removed her gaze from the man who'd kissed her on the beach (only to leave to go get treats for Orca, leaving her wide eyed and stunned). Look like it was time to play pay back for the embarrassment she'd felt. She grinned as she pulled out a hundred, her friends giggling as she began to push through the crowd, her long black hair floating down her back, her copper skin looking like creamy caramel beneath the lights. She pushed to the front of the crowd, a smirk on her pretty lips, and while Chandler was distracted with another female, she took the hundred in her hand, shoving it down the front of his pants, getting a few girls to shrill in laughter and act as if they wanted to do the same, even as she with drew her hand, to smirk up at him, her hands on her hips in a 'you are so busted' way.


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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i1167.photobucket.com/albums/q633/TarnishedCopper/Graphics/ChandlerScott1.png] [atrb=cellPadding,5,true][scrolly:h(470),w(130),sy]** Chandler took his time in buttoning up the current designated costume for this evening, running a hand through his light brown locks to try and keep it from spiking up like it normally did, it had to look professional for their theme of sexy mafia men for this show. He knew all the tricks and tips to removing the suit smoothly, though it was more of a trouble thinking of all the people who would be able to stare at the scars on his frame from the years of military work, but there was the comforting notion that it wouldn't be that bad in the end. The lights were so bright that they made the sheen with sweat skin of the strippers to be so luminous that they really couldn't notice blemishes and what-not, only the basic body shape and muscles of the men dancing on the stage, and perhaps that was what the boy liked best about this job. Finally their boss came into the room to announce that they were supposed to be heading out and starting, to which they all nodded, one by one taking their turns to step out of the curtained room and behind the thick velvet curtains. Sexualized music poured from the stereos that lined the walls of this establishment and the ghost let out a sigh as he heard some women whistling, practically just like the dogs they stereotyped men to be, though he didn't mind, it did provide a surge of confidence to every performer there. ** His intake of breath was finally released when they were allowed past, each one taking part in their formation, leather shoes tapping against the flat surface of the platform as they slid around, hands running down their legs until they bent down to reach into the strap on their ankles. There they pulled out faux guns, shiny with the paint that was constantly coated upon them to keep them in good shape, and they strutted around with these, slowly teasing the audience with promises of gleaming sinew beneath those suits, the jackets tossed off in a pattern off to the side. Dancing ensued, albeit in a way to provoke a reaction from the crowd of women, and as they skid around on the floor, money was being flung into them or pushed into the waistband of their pants, their chests now bare, left only in those tight black dress pants, and the cash was coming in suitably as the girls went wild with such provocative dancing for their entertainment. A permanent beam was plastered on his lips as he took the lead of the group, like usual, only to feel a warm hand way too close to home, and by the time he glanced down, still with a smirk on his face, he nearly tripped over his own feet, feeling as if he were hit by a freight train. Blue eyes went wide as a blush dusted his cheeks, stuttering out, “T-Tria?” He then suddenly heard a wave of women start shrieking about how cute it was, the blush and all, swarming him with money, touching all over those bare muscles, though his eyes were still unable to lock on to his best friend's face. ** The performance had gone well, despite that little surprise, and Chandler felt like he wanted a shot of vodka just to erase this from his memory, though he knew he would have to confront her about this, so after a quick shower in the backroom, the new shift of strippers making their way on to the stage, the teen just shrugged on some clothes. He slung his duffel bag over his broad shoulder as he walked past the stairs, threading his way through the crowd where he knew Tria and her girlfriends were, sitting down in the empty seat in between the Indian woman and her bunch of companions, all turning their gaze to him with knowing glints in their eyes, for whatever reason. The bartender came walking by, and that was when the soldier bluntly ordered, “Shot of vodka, please.” This was just so incredibly awkward for him that he wanted to get himself drunk so that he wouldn't remember it by tomorrow, oh god, she wouldn't ever let him live it down, to which he glanced over at the beautiful girl, ignoring the coos of her friends, one even reaching to stroke at his hair, “What brought you to the club, doesn't seem like your kind of place, kitty.” Amount: 750 Words. Notes: Hurr, Channie's flustered c: Muse: Awesome! Tune: Pony ~ Ginuwine Tag: Dyzzie with Triassic;[/scrolly]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i42.tinypic.com/2q0nc7k.png);width:500px;height:600px;][style=width:450px;height:188px;overflow:auto;margin-left:25px;margin-right:25px; margin-top:343px; margin-bottom:69px;text-transform:lowercase;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color: 7d7876;]Triassic expertly moved through the crowds, holding her head high, eyes glinting with purpose as she approached the man up on stage, letting a few other girls distract him before preforming 'her act.' Then stood still, waiting as he turned to glance down, smirking as he tripped over his feet, eyes going wide, blush decorating his face, T-Tria? She smirked, winking, before spinning around to disappear into the crowd with out a second glance. He'd come find her when his time on stage was done . . . and oooh, was she going to let him have it. She sat back down with her friends who cooed and giggled at the antics she'd pulled. Soon the show was closing down, the men heading backstage, and she waited for Chandler to show up, knowing he would . . . and if he didn't, it was gonna be twenty times worse for him. FInally she saw the man step out of the back, working his way through the crowd and over to her, finally taking a seat next to her, as she smirked up at him, as he ordered vodka, before he finally glanced at her, What brought you to the club, doesn't seem like your kind of place, kitty. One of her friends nearly died at laughter with that remark, causing the cat to hiss at her before turning her attention to her best friend, "There's a lot you still don't know about me . . . but enough about me . . . . so, a stripper huh? Why was I never told! Our poor son, with a stripper father! What will Orca think!

[/color]" She taunted, before leaning close, her lips near his ear, "Hmm, i think i may have to who ever is incharge, get a copy of your schedule to come back and watch again . . .[/color]" She teased, even as her friends continued to giggle and whisper amongst each other, knowing all about Tria's dirty little secret. She could hold her own up on stage, especially with a pole installed, too.

Not that she'd ever really done so. She worked only a summer doing that, and because cats are naturally confident, and sexual creatures with a great amount of balance, agility, and flexibility , , , she grew to be very good, very fast. But that was a good while ago, and she had no intentions on letting her dear Channie know about that, not while she was teasing him about his job. So instead she leaned back in her chair, sipping on her fruity cocktail, her long black hair hanging over the back of her seat as she eyed him, "So, when do I get a private show, hmm?[/color]" She teased, aiming to see that bright blush again.


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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i1167.photobucket.com/albums/q633/TarnishedCopper/Graphics/ChandlerScott1.png] [atrb=cellPadding,5,true][scrolly:h(470),w(130),sy]** The boy stared at the nearly clear liquid known as vodka slosh around in his glass, listening to the crystalline ice clink against one another, leaning it towards his lips once more as he took a solid gulp of the stinging alcohol, yeah he was underage, but no one really gave two shits anymore, he was eighteen, that was old enough for them, and he was a performer, so he got good perks. Though it wasn’t very long before his mind started to buzz, giving him this pleasant world away from reality, and he knew he would be able to talk easier like this, without holding any qualms, but perhaps it would offend more people since he wouldn't be as polite as before. Ah, to hell with it. He was probably on his third glass by the time the beautiful Indian woman beside him started playing with the entire situation that was already burning, like toying with fire, it wouldn't always end well on her part, and that was when he let out a bit of a hum, adding a chuckle as well, replying with, “Yup, been a stripper for nearly two years now, baby. Don’t worry, if Orca loves me enough, he can get over his papa with this sort of job. The question is, do you love me enough to accept it as well? Oh what am I saying? Of course you do, you can’t live without this~” With that he grinned lopsidedly, the alcohol doing its merry work as he tossed a wink for good measure. Plan A activated. ** The drunken male then continued to down his clear vodka, ignoring the fact that it was so strong, but perhaps that was what he adored the most, seeing as how either this or whiskey was the only booze ever sneaked into the army by some guys, and that was when he had first been introduced, not like they cared about age over there, as long as you could keep yourself working and alive. Then Tria decided to mention getting his schedule to come more often to see him work and he held back a laugh, his cheeks now naturally dusted a light red due to the intoxication along with meekness that he normally had, only to hear her friends start giggling at something unknown to him. Chandler just sat there thinking for quite a bit, seeing as how his mind wasn’t in the right place at the moment, only to wave around his finger and purr in reply, “Don’t worry darling, you wouldn't have to ask him, I’ll be more than glad to give it to you~” Only one more drink was taken from the glass before that was finished as well, a long intake of breath taken on his part before he literally did laugh at her next question, after all, nearly everything amused an inebriated Channie, and he gladly chirped, “Anything for you, Kitty, anything for you. Just set a time and you’ll have it, private shows are always open to my favorite people~” Amount: 508 Words. Notes: Sucky post is sucky, too distracted by this emotional badass game. Muse: Alright. Tune: The Last Of Us [PS3] Tag: Dyzzie with Triassic;[/scrolly]

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[/color]" She teased, with a playful smirk. She watched as he drank the liquid, going through two glasses before finally they she and he started to get into their usual banter, her comment on his job causing him to chuckle, Yup, been a stripper for nearly two years now, baby. Don't worry, if Orca loves me enough, he can get over his papa with this sort of job. The question is, do you love me enough to accept it as well? Oh what am I saying? Of course you do, you can't live with out this~ To say she was startled was an understatement, the ghost clearly not the shy boy she remembered when he was under the influence, and instantly her face flamed up, fighting to find a quick and witty response to something that sounded very, very familiar to flirting, "Can't live with out that? Hmm? Well, I suppose we'll have to see if . . . I love you enough to get over . . . your job.[/color]" She teased, trying not to trip over the "L" word. She tossed back her hair, pretending to move away from him, playing the part of embarrassed, hoodwinked girlfriend.

Chandler continued his drinking, downing the rest of his vodka. Her next words where an attempt to get him to blush, though he was already red from the intoxication. Of course, her plan to torment him wasn't being helped by her friends who where finding this oh-so funny. So she had pole danced before, this was STRIPPING. Big difference. She didn't strip on a pole! Then again, out on a pole in front of a crowd, she would already be wearing as little as possible. But still! Don't worry darling, you wouldn't have to ask him, I'll be more than glad to give it to you~ She laughed, rolling her eyes playfully, before watching him laugh at her next comment, Anything for you, Kitty, anything for you. Just set a time and you'll have it, private shows are always open to my favorite people~ She smirked, leaning closer as she hooked her fingers into the collar of his shirt, playfully tugging him closer, her lips against his cheek as she whispered in his ear, "Baby, you're drunker than a sailor . . . But damn, you looked good up there.[/color]" Clearly her plan to embarrass him wasn't working, he was constantly getting the upper hand. And ever since . . . that kiss, she didn't know how to handle him. Though, right now, she'd be more than happy to kiss him senseless, but judging by how much he had to drink, he'd not remember a thing . . . or worse, with her luck, he'd remember everything.


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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i1167.photobucket.com/albums/q633/TarnishedCopper/Graphics/ChandlerScott1.png] [atrb=cellPadding,5,true][scrolly:h(470),w(130),sy]** The alcohol was causing the boy's cheeks to be permanently tinted with that red dusting due to his imminent intoxication from the strong vodka, though it dulled down his embarrassment, at least until tomorrow morning if he was dared to face it once more with the memories that would surely fling themselves at him. Oh and facing Triassic would be hell, especially if she was going to be with Orca, who knew the looks the pair of them would give him. Her comment did not pass by unnoticed by the tipsy ghost as he just grinned innocently at her, tilting his head as if he hadn't done anything, instead stating as he raised the glass, “Psht, eighteen's close enough~” He leaned to the left, slightly upon her as his free arm slung over her shoulders as the one holding the glass made a slow arch as if to represent a scene and he snickered out, as if he were whispering an intense secret, “Don't tell anyone but when I was first starting in the army, at sixteen, the general gave me some of his booze 'cause I was stressing out about some bomb defusion. Hah, aced it while I was drunk~” He didn't want to detach from the warm presence of the beautiful shifter but he had to focus back on his drink, elbows back on the table as he drank some of the liquid, all mopey once more as the alcohol got his mood to sway so much like a love-stricken teenage girl. ** Though his attention was captured once more when she stumbled over the word that most used to proclaim their affection to another, and the drunkard decided to tease her at this moment, purring out with a chipper tone, “What's the matter, Kitty? Afraid to admit that you'd love a piece of Chandler Scott?” His cheeks were starting to hurt from how wide he was smiling, a snicker leaving his frame as he traced his fingers beneath her chin, pouting obliviously, “And to think my move had been made in vain, I thought you really liked that kiss.” The ghost definitely wasn't expecting her to draw him closer by the collar of his shirt, a grunt leaving him as his lighter eyes collided with those of warmth, his voids becoming half-hooded as her words skimmed over his cheek, listening to those teasing tones, smirking as he replied, “Hm, does Tria have a thing for sailors? Maybe I should suggest that for a theme next week… And thanks darling, glad you liked that little show, but I doubt it'll be as good as this one.” He didn't hold back as his mouth skimmed over her cheek as well, only to come into contact with the plush lips of the woman, capturing them in a soft kiss, holding it there as her friends hooted and whistled, and that was when the intoxicated teen finally pulled back from his best friend, a lopsided beam on his guise. He liked seeing as all confused by his intentions, just like at the beach when she had just stood there confused and shocked whilst he went for ice cream with Orca, it was adorable and he couldn't get enough of it. Or was it that he couldn't get enough of Tria? Amount: 548 Words. Notes: CHANDLER STOP KISSING TRIA, YOU'RE CONFUSING HER. Muse: Good C: Tune: When I'm Gone ~ Three Doors Down Tag: Dyzzie with Triassic;[/scrolly]

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[/color]" She taunted, saved from giving into her desire when he detached from her, his elbows back on the table while he drank more of the liquid, looking mopey. Good god, couldn't he keep to one emotion?

Of course, it was then she made the mistake of stumbling over that damn four letter word, and instantly he turned to her with a purr, What's the matter, Kitty? Afraid to admit that you'd love a piece of Chandler Scott? Instantly her face went bright red, and she gently shoved him away, only for him to ignore the shove, snickering while tracing his fingers beneath her chin, and instantly the retort died on her tongue, her face going even brighter, And to think my move had been made in vain, I though you really liked that kiss. Had he . . . Did he just . . . She fought to get this back under her control, tangling her hand in the collar of his shirt, tugging him to her, Hm, does Tria have a thing for sailors? Maybe I should suggest that for a theme next week... And thanks darling, glad you liked that little show, but I doubt it'll be as good as this one. She was about to ask, only for his lips to skip her cheek, drifting over it before brushing them over her lips, capturing her in a soft kiss, that had her going slack jawed, even as her fingers tightened in his collar, keeping him close, tilting her head to kiss him back with out thinking.

He pulled back from her, grinning lopsidedly as she stared at him in shock, hating the confusion and bright blush that had to be so obvious on her features. What the hell had that been for? "You . . . why did you kiss . . . . me?[/color]" She squeaked in embarrassed, while her friends continued to laugh at her expense. This wasn't fair! They were supposed to be on her side! She brushed back her hair, embarrassed still before one of her friends suddenly playfully pushed her, and with a startled squeak, Triassic found herself in Chandler's lap, her friends eyeing her with a clear look of matchmaker. Oh god . . . What were they planning?

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[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/4sbgoj.png] ** The silence that Triassic had given him with his arm slung around her shoulder would have been unsettling for the normally awkward and politely charming Chandler, though with all this alcohol he wasn't even paying attention to things such as emotions on his friend's face. Her teasing words floated over to him, albeit muffled due to the sexual music pouring from the stereos, something that made him grin for a fleeting second and then it morphed into a wobbly lip, wide and innocent pale eyes staring deep into those of molten qualities as he whispered, “You don't think it's sexy? I defused the bomb~” The chuckle at the end of his statement proved his act as he swiveled around in his chair like some uncontrolled child being let off his leash for the first time in the mall, his face completely blank as he did so, as if he were doing this to scan around the club, and perhaps that was a part of it. The soldier was always alert, as if someone would come up behind him and shoot him whilst he was having fun, though he wouldn't put it behind anyone to do that, really they had to get him to trust them if they wanted his guard to lower down. The only ones who had ever gotten that far were Maeve and Tabitha, though it was safe to say that his best friend was getting pretty damn close, after all, he would trust her to keep him under control if something bad happened, he just wasn't ready to truly tell her everything. He just wanted her to keep a good, clean image of the one she knew as Chandler Scott, not a war-thrashed male terrified of loud noises. ** Well the alcohol coursing through the man's veins definitely served to buzz him up enough that he kissed his best friend for the second time within the span of the month, he wasn't going to get out of this cobweb anytime soon and one he pulled away with that dastardly grin, he could tell she was just as stunned as she had been at the beach, something that made him feel like both a jerk and the prince at the top of the world. So Chandler just fueled these emotions through his twirling in the chair, though he did choose to cease in his spinning when her soft feminine vocals floated past his ears, something making him just quirk a confident brow as he purred, “Why not?” His eyes were wide as if it were the most obvious answer in the world and maybe combining his embarrassed stress with some powerful vodka hadn't been the best choice he made in his life, especially when her giggling friends pushed her into his lap, his hands instinctively wrapping around her waist to make sure she wouldn't fall. It was the soldier within the ghost, wanting to make sure that everything was protected and treated like some sort of precious glass, perhaps explaining why he was so awkward for it appeared as if girls didn't like those sort of things anymore, they preferred the bad boys as he had been told. But as he thought of such men his lips quirked up in a smile, turning his head to the side so that his lips pressed against the junction where Tria's neck met her shoulder, ghosting over the tanned flesh as he listened to the wolf whistles that her friends were giving them, murmuring out, “Does this bother you, Kitty?” Rhetorical question or not, nobody could control a drunk Chandler. Amount: 598 Words. Notes: Hurr hurr. Muse: Great~ Tune: Here Without You ~ Three Doors Down Tags: Dyzzie with Triassic;

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i42.tinypic.com/2q0nc7k.png);width:500px;height:600px;][style=width:450px;height:188px;overflow:auto;margin-left:25px;margin-right:25px; margin-top:343px; margin-bottom:69px;text-transform:lowercase;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color: 7d7876;]Triassic had no idea what was going on, alls he knew was that this new version of chandler, the Channie that came out with the alcohol was far more ready to toy with her then her best friend. And it put her in a situation she had no familiarity with. She blushed bright, even as she teased him, secretly enjoying the feeling of his arm around her shoulder, liking the way it made her sit closer to his side, even as he grinned at her, whispering You don't think it's sexy? I defused the bomb~ She giggled, rolling her eyes when he spun in the chair, and she raised an eyebrow, "You're lucky the bomb didn't kill you!

[/color]" She corrected, shaking her head at him. She watched as he continued to sip the drink, before he suddenly kissed her, startling her by the fact, especially with grin on his face, twirling in the chair again, only for him to stop at her words, quirking a brow as he purred, Why not? She startled, turning her gaze to him as she looked at him, before she was suddenly pushed into his lap, his hands wrapping around her waist to steady her, and she blushed as she looked up to see his lips quirk into a smile before they pressed against the skin, where her neck smoothed into her shoulders, and she nearly swooned. Dear god . . . . Was this really him, or was this the vodka? Does this bother you, Kitty? The shock had her answering with out thinking, "God no.[/color]" Her friends let out a shriek of laughter as she blushed brighter. He probably wouldn't even remember any of this in the morning! Her eyes widened at that thought then . . . he wouldn't remember any of it, and only after she glanced at her friends did she lean up and this time she pressed her lips against his, "You're drunk, Channie. I think it's time we cut you off . . .[/color]" She whispered, brushing her lips against the corner of his mouth before pressing a second kiss against his cheek. "You need some sleep too. Sleep off this buzz. You're not going to remember anything in the morning I bet.[/color]" She added, with a shake of her head, smiling faintly, fondness for her best friend in her eyes. if he wasn't going to remember anything, why should she hold back? So she smiled, looking up at him, before adding, "I like it when you call me Kitty.[/color]" She said with a teasing laugh, playfully tangling her fingers into his, letting them interlock before climbing off his lap and tugging him to his feet, telling her friends she was taking Chandler home before he drank anything else, "You'll have to stay the night in my dorm. I'm not letting you go back to Maeve like this.[/color]" She told him sternly, already leading him to the door.


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[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/4sbgoj.png] ** Chandler was having so much fun teasing the beautiful Indian that he almost didn't feel the kiss against his lips when he drew his mouth back from her neck, a slight smirk on his drunken lips as she mentioned something about cutting him off from that precious alcohol, murmuring out like a child, “Psht that's no fun.” Though her multitude of butterfly kisses were as he leaned into her touch, hearing her comment that he probably wasn't going to remember all of this, and he snickered out, “I'll have you know that I have an excellent memory!~” Maybe if he was aware of the fact that he was dead it would have been true, but seriously, if he couldn't even remember dying, then perhaps his mind wasn't the best at retaining such important details. Their noses were nearly touching, the close proximity of the pair leaving the soldier flushed, despite his profession being rather sexual in terms of touching, and her whispered words left him beaming as he told her, mouth near her ear, “Good, 'cause even if you hated it I wouldn't stop.” He frowned when she hopped off of his lap to grab his hand, the boy obediently following suite since he could barely comprehend what was going on, waving goodbye to her friends as she mentioned she was taking him to her dorm and he nodded feebly. Though that didn't stop him from grinning cheekily as they passed the table, his arm reaching over the tops of her friends' heads as he snagged three of the shot glasses filled half way with experienced fingers, holding them close to his chest as he chirped, “See you later~” ** So as the pair wormed their way through the crowd to get to the parking lot, he stated, “Whose car? My keys are in my pockets.” He cradled the shot glasses close to his chest as he downed the first two in record time so that Tria wouldn't snatch them way, now holding the last one as he grumbled, “Your friends drink really weak alcohol.” He could barely strengthen his buzz with this junk, and once the third glass was practically shoved down his throat, he walked over to the sidewalk, or rather stumbled, and set the shot glasses down, just staring at them as he chuckled out so amusingly, “They're so pretty when they're in the moonlight~” He made no sense when he was drunk, though he did tend to go through many moods and did unbelievable things, so the male eventually wandered back over to his best friend, staring her down as he asked, “Is your brother going to be at the dorm?” He could just see the lion wanting to maul him for coming back with his sister drunk, what if he thought they had done something bad? He cringed just at the thought of that, but then again he couldn't go back home, the punishment for Maeve finding him like this would be even worse than getting killed by a lion, nope, just the disappointment on her face would be enough to slaughter his heart for centuries. Amount: 520 Words. Notes: None. Muse: Fine. Tune: When I'm Gone ~ Three Doors Down Tags: Dyzz with Triassic;

Triassic shook her head faintly at the ghost, a small smile on her lips at his behavior. It was a good thing he was cute, or he'd be leaning towards some serious trouble for his behavior, but she didn't worry much. After all, he was drunk - right? It probably meant nothing - right? Psht that's no fun. She giggled softly, rolling her eyes at him, "I think you've had just about enough fun for today, mister.

[/color]" She teased with a smile, before raising an eyebrow at his snicker, I'll have you know that I have an excellent memory!~ Dear god, if that was true, she wasn't sure she'd be able to look him in the eye. She could only imagine. Good, 'cause even if you hated it I wouldn't stop. She smiled at his response, before hopping off his lap, grabbing his hand as she ignored his frown, glad he was at least obedient to follow her, though she did notice him grab three shot glasses with nimble fingers. Sneaky boy. See you later~ Her friends shouted different good byes, before the duo walked into the parking lot, to which the ghost was then asking, Whose car? My keys are in my pockets. She rolled her eyes in amusement as she watched him down the drinks as quickly as he could as if she'd snatch them away, "Yours. Which pocket, Channie?[/color]" She asked, not about to go searching. Your friends drink really weak alcohol. She laughed softly as he downed the last glass before leaving the shot glasses on the side walk. They're so pretty when they're in the moonlight~ She rolled her eyes, moving back to him, and guiding him towards his car. "You can admire then some other night, we should get you home. She glanced up as he stared down at her, raising an eyebrow at his question, Is your brother going to be at the dorm? She shrugged, unconcerned as she moved to unlock the car and motion for him to slip into the passenger seat, "Most likely, yes. But you should't have to be to worried. He's probably already asleep by now." She responded, amusement in her eyes. "Why, are you afraid of Jurassic?[/color]"[/justify][/blockquote]

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[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/4sbgoj.png] ** At the mention that they were going to take his car, the ghost hummed in approval, digging into his left pocket as he pulled out the dangling keys, a new addition to the collection of them, brightening up the boring tones of silver and copper, a little glass seal. He'd found it while walking along the beach one day, a vender selling some knick knacks on a blanket, and he found it rather similar to Orca, his inner fatherly senses making him have no self-control. So as he permitted the pretty woman to get in the driver's seat, no matter how much he whined about wanting to drive, he got into the passenger's side, clicking in his seat belt with at least a little sign of common sense despite being intoxicated. He heard the engine purr as the key was entered into the ignition, smiling softly as he leaned back into the chair, feeling the alcohol slosh around in both his stomach and blood, revering in this silence though also missing the sound of his best friend's voice, and well, her lips. Shaking his head to get such thoughts out of his head he instead focused on her answer, and he let out a slight sigh of relief, relieved that the lion wouldn't be around to see him drunk, only tucked away in his bed, which would mean that Chandler would have to be extremely quiet as to not rile him up. No need for an angry shifter to come stalking in for waking him up, nope. ** Though her question had him snorting with amusement, flicking a hand around as the other propped his head up against the side door, fingers burrowed in his dark blonde-cocoa locks, replying with, “Pfft, I ain't afraid of no kitty cat. They're too cuddly and soft.” He smirked at that, implying the ending part of his statement of what he thought of her, she might look tough on the outside but he knew how she was within, wanting to be cared for and loved, all you had to do was pay attention to her and you would see it, he just guessed that most didn't want to take the time to know her like he did. Though that was when he cleared it up a bit more, adding with a mumble, “I just don't want him to think I'm a bad influence for you, big brothers tend to get angry easily when it comes to their sisters.” The drunken soldier was definitely making heavy implications with this, though he changed to subject as obliviously as he could, instead watching as they passed the abandoned road that would take them to Maeve's, staring at it longingly as they instead took the route to the school, the gates appearing in practically no time. The pair had finally parked and when he got out the American seemed to be glued to her side, trailing after her like a pup, boldly taking her hand even as some other students were walking around, ones that would spread rumors, seeing as the only reason they were out here so late was to find something interesting to talk about. ** Once they reached Triassic's dorm he watched her open the door, chills running down his spine as he walked in, not having been in one of these school-run rooms in quite a while, though the second he saw the couch he silenced a whine of comfort, walking over and unceremoniously flopping on to it face-first. His head was being buried in a pillow as he groaned with delight into the comfort of such soft things, quite alright with being sent to sleep here tonight, because no way in hell was he going to sleep in his best friend's room, a drunk Chandler wasn't always the most appropriate soul and things would happen. Things that he probably wouldn't even remember in the morning and then regret. But the ghost's thoughts were cut off when he heard a sharp bark, flippers slapping against the ground as he groggily lifted his gaze to see the sea lion bounding right at him, a chuckle leaving the soldier as he helped the seal pup on to the couch, trying to hush the over-excited animal, chirping, “Shh, you'll wake Uncle up.” He was so proud to see the creature he had adopted with the gorgeous Indian woman, stroking a hand over Orca's spine as he noticed how large he was getting as the months passed by, adding with a grin, “He's getting so big.” Amount: 755 Words. Notes: Lmao, this is amusing. Muse: Excellent. Tune: Here Without You ~ Three Doors Down Tags: Dyzz with Triassic;

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i42.tinypic.com/2q0nc7k.png);width:500px;height:600px;][style=width:450px;height:188px;overflow:auto;margin-left:25px;margin-right:25px; margin-top:343px; margin-bottom:69px;text-transform:lowercase;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color: 7d7876;]Tria laughed softly when the ghost hummed approvingly at her choice to take his car back to the dorms, rolling her eyes as he dug into his pockets and produced his keys. Her eyes glittered at seeing the little glass seal adorning the key ring, a smile on her face, "Cute.

[/color]" She stated, seeing the resemblance between their seal and this one. Though, Orca was much bigger, and growing fast. She took his keys then, making him get into the passenger seat while she slid into the drivers, rolling her eyes at his whining. No way was she letting him drive drunk. Not at all. So instead she turned the engine, letting it rumble beneath them as she glanced at her best friend, smiling as he leaned back, before putting the car in reverse and backing out of the parking spot. Switching gears to drive, she began the trek back to the dorms, smiling when he let out a sigh of relief when she told him her brother would be in bed already, before snorting. She watched him prop his head against the side of the door from the corner of her eyes, Pfft, I ain't afraid of no kitty cat. They're too cuddly and soft. She hissed back at him, the sound more playful then threatening. "Careful, darling. We have claws and sharp teeth too.[/color]" She teased, blushing at his comment.

It was true though. Around this ghost, she did tend to be very cuddly. Not that she could help it. She loved being around him, loved the way he paid attention to her, watched out for her. How he was constantly there to shower her with attention and care. It made her inner kitty purr with contentment, and made the woman melt into a cuddly ball of innocent kitty-ness. Though his next words startled her slightly, raising an eyebrow at him. A bad influence, "My brother wouldn't think that. He's a bad enough influence all on his own . . . Though he gets pretty protective at times.[/color]" She admitted quietly, glancing at her best friend, before smiling as noticed him eyeballing the road he'd have taken to go home, before she was soon pulling into the parking lot on campus. Parking the car outside of her form building, she opened her door, before waiting for him to catch up (locking the door in the process). Once he reached her side, she accepted his hand, ignoring the students around them that might spread rumors about this. She led him back up to her dorm, unlocking it quickly, before entering, and watching him make his way to the couch, collapsing on it face first. She laughed as she moved to the opposite side of the couch, reaching over to lightly tousle his hair, her fingers moving through the strands before moving away again to fetch a blanket and pillow for him, bringing them back with a little seal following at her footsteps. Of course it didn't take long for said seal to notice daddy on the couch, and with a bark, he took off, flopping and floundering on his flippers, and she grinned as the soldier picked up the pup, settling him on the couch while telling the animal to hush.

She gently picked up the creature, sitting down next to her friend, and setting the Seal on her lap, stroking his side gently as she balanced the bedding supplies on the arm of the couch, smiling down at the little seal. "He's growing quite fast. If he keeps it up we might have to make the pool in my room bigger.[/color]" She teased, biting back a yawn as she shifted to lean her head against Chandler's shoulder, half curled up against his side. "I think we should get him a larger bed though. I'm using a dog bed for a medium size dog and he's almost outgrown it.[/color]" She added, before smiling at the little creature, "Alright, Orc. It's time for bed. You going to want to sleep out here with Daddy?[/color]" She asked the creature, smiling when it answered by crawling clumsily into the male's lap. She uncurled herself from Chandler's side, standing and picking up the bedding, setting it down where she'd just been before smiling at Chandler, "Get some rest. I'll see you in the morning.[/color]" She ordered, bending to briefly kiss his forehead before turning and heading to her room, leaving the door open half way so the seal could go in and out as he choose.

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[atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/2co0v3l.png] ** The normally stoic soldier was making little cooing faces at the seal pup, the velvety material of the couch pressing against his back, leaning his face forward so that his adoptive son of sorts could bump his angled snout against his nose, nipping playfully. Drunkenly hazy pale eyes flickered over to the beautiful brunette as she mentioned the pool in one part of the dorm, his hand reaching forward to stroke alongside the animal's sinewy neck, replying with, “Mhmm, I guess we underestimated him.” His gaze was hooded in relaxation as the alcohol coursed through his system, making him want to just fall asleep, especially when he felt her head against his shoulder, faint smile on his lips. His fingers danced along the spine of the sea lion, who definitely enjoyed all of the attention as was told by how he pressed up against his papa's hand, barks quietly echoing in the room as the ghost responded to his best friend's information with, “Hah, I'll get another one for him tomorrow. He likes blue, right? Or was it red…” He was disappointed in himself for not remembering the creature's favorite color when it was quite obvious, but he didn't beat himself up too hard over it seeing as how he was intoxicated and probably would remember it by the morning… While he was throwing up his guts in the process. Just the thought of the aftermath of this made him groan, though he didn't let it get too loud, because then Tria would worry over him like she usually did, nope, this was his fault and he would have to deal with it. ** Though as soon as she mentioned the need for sleep his body involuntarily made him yawn widely, nodding as she stood up, instinctively lying down along the couch with the baby seal strewn over his abdomen, snuggling into him with purrs sounding more like a feline. He felt smooth lips press against his forehead, smile on his face as he murmured out in his own slurred farewell, “Night, Tria.” His feet wormed under the blanket she left, hugging on to Orca as the creature passed out like the lazy pet he was, snoring on top of the muscled soldier's chest, chuckling as he let his head fall back, eyes closing as he tried to get some sleep. The second his lids had veiled over he felt the darkness swamping his vision, ebbing at the corners as dreams of romping seals and beautiful Indian women danced around, the night taking control of whatever processes were left of his mentality, the impending doom of a hangover just over the horizon. He was in peace for hours, even after the first few cycles of the rising sun, his posture somehow having shifted overnight so that the seal had rolled on to his legs and his own belly was pressed against the cushions, fingers skimming along the floor due to that hand that was hanging over the side. His face was buried in the pillow as he murmured something in his sleep, hair mussed and a perfect sign of his activities last night. The brighter rays of the later morning pierced through the curtains, splashing on to his face as it scrunched up with distaste, trying to hide himself but all it did was make the headache even worse, groaning as he sat up, clutching his head and taking a deep breath, only to halt halfway through. He let out a whimpered moan of pain as a migraine raged throughout his skull, rubbing at his temples as this sickly feeling crashed through him like a bunch of waves, Orca stirred as he gazed at his father with question, trying to figure out what was wrong by nuzzling his knee. This frightened Chandler, not because of the animal but rather due to the fact that he wasn't in his dorm, definitely not remembering coming here last night, or really anything past his stripping, it was all a blur. He slowly reached forward to pet the seal, glancing from side to side, voice raspy with the powerful hangover, sitting up as he placed his elbows on his knees, holding his head in his hands as he breathed in slowly, stomach uncontrollable as he coughed. What had happened last night? Did he do anything to Tria? He gnawed on his lip at that thought, standing up with a wobble, ignoring the fact that Asic was probably awake as well, walking to her room, slightly ajar as he poked his head in, questioning quietly, “Kitten…?” Amount: 760 Words. Notes: Sorry this took forever! Muse: Great c: Tune: Otherside ~ Macklemore Tags: Dyzz with Triassic;

The shapeshifter slept peacefully in her bed, long black hair splayed over her pillow artfully, her sheets rumbled, and half hanging off her bed, the rest turned into a nest with the help of her multitude of blankets and pillows. She slept curled in the nest-like bedding, her gaze peaceful, lips slightly parted as a small section of her sheets lightly hung over her waist. The deep green satin night gown hung on her frame, edged with black lace, long enough and modest enough to cover her, even as it left the majority of her legs bare beneath the sheet. As her door creaked open lightly she let out a half growl, her lightly fisted hand pawing at her eyes in a perfect imitation of a cat not wanting to be woken up, even as the soft questioning word broke through her sweet dream.

A hand settled on the shoulder of the ghosted soldier, quickly pulling him out of the doorway, and closing the door. Jurassic turned the man around, putting a finger to his lip, "Are you trying to get yourself killed? Tria is not a morning person! Especially on the weekend!" The lion shifter hissed at the man, shaking his head in annoyance, before going and picking up the seal pup, and nudging it into the room, "That's why my nephew wakes her up!

[/color]" His words were followed by loud barking, the hissing of the shifter inside the room and then a loud splash.

The next moment, the door swung open, the sleep-blurried indian woman standing in the doorway, her nightgown cling to her wet form, her hair pasted to her back, a growl on her lips, "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you Jurassic.[/color]" She snarled, clearly having been pushed into the water by the playful pup. Of course the moment she rubbed her eyes and her gaze focused on the ghost next to her brother, she raised an eyebrow, immediately moving towards him and touching the back of her hand against his cheek, eyeing him, "How do you feel, Chandler? You drank a lot last night . . . Do you remember anything?[/color]" She asked him, gaze concerned, even as she wondered silently if he remembered any of the kisses they had shared.

She immediately moved past the two men, walking to the kitchen with another yawn, before the pup hobbled after her, barking to get her attention once more, the shrill sound causing the feline to jump, cat ears, and tail popping into existence as she held a hand to her chest, before making the pup's breakfast, as well as breakfast for everyone else. Eggs and Toast. "Sit down, Chandler. Your head must hurt.[/color]" She commented, giving him a cup of coffee even as she watched her brother take off, leaving the dorm, leaving her alone with Chandler. Setting the male's food in front of him, she sat down across the ways, taking her own bite of food as she yawned sleepily, her wet hair hanging around her face as she started to really wake up.[/color][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]