Time: 25th of Fall 511 AV
Where: The Inclement Weather
Tagged: Solo
What was she doing here?
The music thumped, the deep chords reverberating deep into her core. The crowed seemed to sway before Akvin, entranced by the magic he seemed to pound out on his drum set. Man and woman alike gathered before the band as they filled the Inclement Weather with their gripping song, very few able to avoid the intoxication of the atmosphere.
Unfortunately, Addy was also unable to avoid the intoxication of the alcohol. As any attractive female knows, it is rare that she has to pay for her own drinks. On top of ridiculous good looks, she was also Endal; that meant that people were tripping over each other in their haste to buy her next drink. Usually Addy was able to pace herself, ordering a specific drink that wasn’t on the menu, giving cue to the bartenders to just fill her cup with water or some kind of fruit juice. But tonight, for some reason, was different. The wine kept coming.
It was dark and passionate on the floor, the mesh of bodies hot, sweaty and yet somehow still appealing. Addy had herself right in the middle of it all, swaying to the music while she carefully gripped a half empty glass of wine, holding it off to the side as she went face to face with another woman. The crowd cheered them on as they slithered against each other, grinding as the woman licked and bit along the healers neck. The passion awoke inside her, causing her heart to beat a little faster, an aching heat between her legs that she was only able to ignore for so long.
As if the enticing woman knew what she was thinking, her arm found it’s way around Addy’s waist, drawing her flush against her full figured form. The wine was handed off to a random stranger as both her arms were needed to hook securely over those voluptuous hips.
“I want to show you something.” The whisper was like velvet in it’s sensuousness, husky in the way that her warm breath lingered on Addy’s ear and neck. She could smell the beautiful strangers sweat, the clean flowery scent of her hair and the warm pressure at her waist. As inebriated as she was, Addy was simply unable to refuse.
The darkness that completely enveloped the Weather made it impossible for Addy to see where she was going, only able to follow the warm pressure of the hand that dragged her forward. Faceless patrons stepped aside as the two women passed, though if they spoke to her Addy heard more or less a buzzing in her ear. The wine had made it to her head and the room was starting to sway with every drum beat that echoed from the stone walls.
With a sudden turn that almost knocked her completely off balance, the beautiful stranger lead Addy into an alcove at the far end of the room. The sconces and candles that littered the walls had been extinguished in this corner, letting the shadows lay thick and heavy. There was simply no need to draw the curtain for privacy since it was impossible to see the faces of those around you in the utter darkness.
“What do you want?” It was a low whisper from somewhere to her left. Spinning on unsteady feet towards the voice Addy lost her balance but was quickly steadied by the stone wall now at her back. Squinting through the alcohol haze and darkness the little woman tried to find the face of the voice. It was pointless.
“Temper and two Wingers.” The singular word was like a warm purr. It immediately drew Addy back towards her kidnapper, reaching out with unsteady hands to clasp that tiny waist once more.
“The usual price.” A shuffle and some clinks as the glass pinions exchanged hands. Temper? Wasn’t that the stuff Dek’s used to avoid their miserable lives? Was her beautiful stranger a Drudge? The waist was dropped and the healer took a stumbling step backwards as if contact with the beauty would contaminate her. It seemed that even the most honest of souls were still a bit racist, Addy’s happening to come out when she was drunk; the social lubricant that was alcohol never failed to bring out the ‘best’ in a person.
However, the mystery woman didn’t seem to notice. Addy’s drunken, stumbling escape was quickly overtaken by the other woman’s confident steps; She caught Addy’s waist once more and led her into an alcove adjacent to the drug dealers.
“Alright, beautiful. You first.” A stiffly wrapped paper bundle was pressed into her palm. Holding it up to her eyes and peering closely at the wrapped feather in the dim lighting, Addy slowly unwrapped the protective paper. It was a wind eagle feather, probably from a fledgling judging by the small-ish size but still larger than anything another bird would shed. The fine fibers of the feather were coated with the narcotic, clinging there until she decided to snort the stuff. Addy had heard of this, even seen it’s effects come stumbling into her ward, but never had she ever considered trying it.
But the beautiful smile and the alcohol urged her on, something deep in her mind trying to convince her that this was a good idea. It couldn’t hurt to try, could it? Sure, her patients had been on the verge of messing themselves but they had surely been close to overdose. Just…one would not hurt. Plus, Beauty over there looked fine and healthy. If this was “the usual”, it couldn’t be too bad. If only Addy had realized how strong her drunk goggles were.
A slow, lopsided smile brightened her face as her sluggish mind twisted reality to fit her desires; in only a matter of seconds, Addy had managed to disregard all of her morals to convince herself that if this woman did drugs, then obviously it was okay for her to partake as well.
Slipping onto the ledge seat chipped into the wall, Addy gently placed the feather on the table, resting both hands on either side of it as she simply stared at the drug. “I don’t… know how to do this.”
The Beauty laughed, slipping onto the ledge next to her and unwrapping her own feather. Holding it by the quill she rested the end closest to her fingers against her nose, holding her breath as she positioned the feather fibers in the correct place. The left hand vein was used first, as the feather was technically divided down the rachis that ran down the middle. Pressing her nose into the feather, Beauty took a great sniff as she drew the feather along under her nose. When she pulled it away, a yellowish powder was caked around her nostrils, but she didn’t seem to care. The feather was flipped and the same process repeated for the right hand vein.
Taking a deep breath and leaning her head back against the wall, the other woman’s eyes slid closed, the air slipping from between her lips in a satisfied sigh. “Good stuff… Gooooood stuff. You’re turn.” Her voice had lost it’s overpowering sexuality, turning into more of a tired whisper.
Trying to mimic what the Beauty had just done, Addy lifted the feather to her nose. It had looked so easy, but the tickle of the downy feathers near the quill made her snort and fight to hold back a sneeze. It was a long couple of chimes before Addy was able to regain control of her nose. The feather was replaced and she took a deep breath. At first it was easy, but halfway through the first side the healer ran out of air.
Coughing and sputtering Addy threw the feather down onto the table, gasping as she tried to catch some air. Her nose felt completely clogged and it burned somewhat, but to make it worse when she opened her mouth to draw a deep lungful of precious oxygen, the Winger that still lingered around her face zoomed into her mouth and down her throat.
The healer didn’t fall under the effects of the drug as quickly as it seemed. In fact, both she and her Beauty sat in their alcove with their heads tilted back against the wall in complete silence for almost an entire bell. When Addy finally opened her eyes, the darkness before her seemed to swim and dance with more colors than she had seen there before. The ground seemed to roll and the walls seemed to bulge in places that had been flat before. Still drunk, high and now with the initial burst of adrenaline wearing off, Addy started to panic.
“What is happening?!”
Where: The Inclement Weather
Tagged: Solo
What was she doing here?
The music thumped, the deep chords reverberating deep into her core. The crowed seemed to sway before Akvin, entranced by the magic he seemed to pound out on his drum set. Man and woman alike gathered before the band as they filled the Inclement Weather with their gripping song, very few able to avoid the intoxication of the atmosphere.
Unfortunately, Addy was also unable to avoid the intoxication of the alcohol. As any attractive female knows, it is rare that she has to pay for her own drinks. On top of ridiculous good looks, she was also Endal; that meant that people were tripping over each other in their haste to buy her next drink. Usually Addy was able to pace herself, ordering a specific drink that wasn’t on the menu, giving cue to the bartenders to just fill her cup with water or some kind of fruit juice. But tonight, for some reason, was different. The wine kept coming.
It was dark and passionate on the floor, the mesh of bodies hot, sweaty and yet somehow still appealing. Addy had herself right in the middle of it all, swaying to the music while she carefully gripped a half empty glass of wine, holding it off to the side as she went face to face with another woman. The crowd cheered them on as they slithered against each other, grinding as the woman licked and bit along the healers neck. The passion awoke inside her, causing her heart to beat a little faster, an aching heat between her legs that she was only able to ignore for so long.
As if the enticing woman knew what she was thinking, her arm found it’s way around Addy’s waist, drawing her flush against her full figured form. The wine was handed off to a random stranger as both her arms were needed to hook securely over those voluptuous hips.
“I want to show you something.” The whisper was like velvet in it’s sensuousness, husky in the way that her warm breath lingered on Addy’s ear and neck. She could smell the beautiful strangers sweat, the clean flowery scent of her hair and the warm pressure at her waist. As inebriated as she was, Addy was simply unable to refuse.
The darkness that completely enveloped the Weather made it impossible for Addy to see where she was going, only able to follow the warm pressure of the hand that dragged her forward. Faceless patrons stepped aside as the two women passed, though if they spoke to her Addy heard more or less a buzzing in her ear. The wine had made it to her head and the room was starting to sway with every drum beat that echoed from the stone walls.
With a sudden turn that almost knocked her completely off balance, the beautiful stranger lead Addy into an alcove at the far end of the room. The sconces and candles that littered the walls had been extinguished in this corner, letting the shadows lay thick and heavy. There was simply no need to draw the curtain for privacy since it was impossible to see the faces of those around you in the utter darkness.
“What do you want?” It was a low whisper from somewhere to her left. Spinning on unsteady feet towards the voice Addy lost her balance but was quickly steadied by the stone wall now at her back. Squinting through the alcohol haze and darkness the little woman tried to find the face of the voice. It was pointless.
“Temper and two Wingers.” The singular word was like a warm purr. It immediately drew Addy back towards her kidnapper, reaching out with unsteady hands to clasp that tiny waist once more.
“The usual price.” A shuffle and some clinks as the glass pinions exchanged hands. Temper? Wasn’t that the stuff Dek’s used to avoid their miserable lives? Was her beautiful stranger a Drudge? The waist was dropped and the healer took a stumbling step backwards as if contact with the beauty would contaminate her. It seemed that even the most honest of souls were still a bit racist, Addy’s happening to come out when she was drunk; the social lubricant that was alcohol never failed to bring out the ‘best’ in a person.
However, the mystery woman didn’t seem to notice. Addy’s drunken, stumbling escape was quickly overtaken by the other woman’s confident steps; She caught Addy’s waist once more and led her into an alcove adjacent to the drug dealers.
“Alright, beautiful. You first.” A stiffly wrapped paper bundle was pressed into her palm. Holding it up to her eyes and peering closely at the wrapped feather in the dim lighting, Addy slowly unwrapped the protective paper. It was a wind eagle feather, probably from a fledgling judging by the small-ish size but still larger than anything another bird would shed. The fine fibers of the feather were coated with the narcotic, clinging there until she decided to snort the stuff. Addy had heard of this, even seen it’s effects come stumbling into her ward, but never had she ever considered trying it.
But the beautiful smile and the alcohol urged her on, something deep in her mind trying to convince her that this was a good idea. It couldn’t hurt to try, could it? Sure, her patients had been on the verge of messing themselves but they had surely been close to overdose. Just…one would not hurt. Plus, Beauty over there looked fine and healthy. If this was “the usual”, it couldn’t be too bad. If only Addy had realized how strong her drunk goggles were.
A slow, lopsided smile brightened her face as her sluggish mind twisted reality to fit her desires; in only a matter of seconds, Addy had managed to disregard all of her morals to convince herself that if this woman did drugs, then obviously it was okay for her to partake as well.
Slipping onto the ledge seat chipped into the wall, Addy gently placed the feather on the table, resting both hands on either side of it as she simply stared at the drug. “I don’t… know how to do this.”
The Beauty laughed, slipping onto the ledge next to her and unwrapping her own feather. Holding it by the quill she rested the end closest to her fingers against her nose, holding her breath as she positioned the feather fibers in the correct place. The left hand vein was used first, as the feather was technically divided down the rachis that ran down the middle. Pressing her nose into the feather, Beauty took a great sniff as she drew the feather along under her nose. When she pulled it away, a yellowish powder was caked around her nostrils, but she didn’t seem to care. The feather was flipped and the same process repeated for the right hand vein.
Taking a deep breath and leaning her head back against the wall, the other woman’s eyes slid closed, the air slipping from between her lips in a satisfied sigh. “Good stuff… Gooooood stuff. You’re turn.” Her voice had lost it’s overpowering sexuality, turning into more of a tired whisper.
Trying to mimic what the Beauty had just done, Addy lifted the feather to her nose. It had looked so easy, but the tickle of the downy feathers near the quill made her snort and fight to hold back a sneeze. It was a long couple of chimes before Addy was able to regain control of her nose. The feather was replaced and she took a deep breath. At first it was easy, but halfway through the first side the healer ran out of air.
Coughing and sputtering Addy threw the feather down onto the table, gasping as she tried to catch some air. Her nose felt completely clogged and it burned somewhat, but to make it worse when she opened her mouth to draw a deep lungful of precious oxygen, the Winger that still lingered around her face zoomed into her mouth and down her throat.
The healer didn’t fall under the effects of the drug as quickly as it seemed. In fact, both she and her Beauty sat in their alcove with their heads tilted back against the wall in complete silence for almost an entire bell. When Addy finally opened her eyes, the darkness before her seemed to swim and dance with more colors than she had seen there before. The ground seemed to roll and the walls seemed to bulge in places that had been flat before. Still drunk, high and now with the initial burst of adrenaline wearing off, Addy started to panic.
“What is happening?!”
Due to hitting the wall head on, and then falling on the floor and hitting her head the second time, Aidara will suffer headaches for a few days, feel sensitive around her forehead, and the split in her lip will take five days to heal up. As this thread happened last year, these injuries no longer apply unless you flashback.
