Mistaken Identity (Mischa/Semi-Open)

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa would finally smile once she thought she didn't go far with the joke. She would get up with of course an uneasy balance. "C'mon, Madame... There is plenty of beach that has yet to be explored." she tried mocking an English accent, buy failed due to her already exsisting Italian tone.

She would hold out her hand and Jayr accepted she would help her to her feet. Of course in the drunken state it would take all her force and Jayr would most likely end up only a few inches away from each others faces. If it got to this point Mischa would give pause realizing how nice it was to have a fun night with someone without the intentions of sex or difficulties of complicated emotions... And those thoughts, oddly, were enough to spark that famous Mischa crush... And being this close didn't help. She would walk away as if ignoring the situation she was about to throw herself into. Her hand would still be entwined with Jayr's as she tugged her along the beach until they came across those weird cliff things that were carved down by time and water.

"These things give me the creeps... I feel like scary, demented sea creatures are going to come abduct me and hold me captive in their little cave fortress." she would make it obvious it was joke... But at the same time make it obvious they did make her uneasy.

[Jayr Byrne]

On the Edge

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A brush of her hair back once more taking flight by step carrying her along with Mischa to the sort of strange cave carving in the wall face. Her free arm moving to massage her other arm feeling the slight cold breeze.

"These things give me the creeps... I feel like scary, demented sea creatures are going to come abduct me and hold me captive in their little cave fortress."

"HAHAH that's funny."

Jayr would exclaim feeling as though she was joking about it quickly containing herself figuring that it wasn't so weird of a thought.

"I always imagine getting dragged off by the tide."

A deep gaze would settle in her eyes as Jayr seemed to be lost with the retreat of the tide.[/ul]

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa would lookto Jayr with a distressed expression. "Nice goin', woman! That is a legit reason to be scared." she would smile just to gve recognition of the joke, but obviously not enough to actually cover the fact she was scared. When it comes to big, bad men with guns and knives she was cool... When it came to other shut like tides or scary movies.... Or people popping out from around a corner and saying "boo" she was a pussy. As Mischa stared at the rocks that looked darker only due to the fact it was night she squeezed Jayr's hand a little tighter. Hell, she forgot she was even holding her hand... Luckily it wasn't one of those reeaally tight grips.. It was only slightly firm more so than normal.

"So.. Uh... Did you wanna head back to the party...?" she would ask.. And get a little upset due to the fact that the thought of more alcohol to be consumed was a bad idea...

On second though...

"Or we can stay here... Not here inparticular.. Away from the rocks... But you know... Just chill... I wasn't able to hear you back there anyway... And unlike most; I like to listen?" so admittedly it wasn't just the thought of alcohol turning her off the party... In her head she and Jayr were hitting it off... It was rare Mischa was able to have fun around a new stranger without the stress and nervousness of it all.

Gotta milk it for all that it's worth right?

[Jayr Byrne]

Conclusions

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Jayr would giggle slightly, a hand evading its position by her hip and racing up towards her mouth to veil the escaping breath. Jayr would shift her gaze momentarily ignoring the tensed grip at her other hand, her eyes following along the coastline. She'd never drawn suspicion or been one with a lack of words from a person but she was uncertain as to how to proceed here. Her calm facade overridden with an uncertain blush rising to her cheeks, the alcohol content forcing her to shake her head and enjoy the struggling feeling to ascertain her surroundings.

"Sorry, I've never had this much to drink before."

A slight grin sliding her hand over the drink again calmly taking another sip and grimacing at the after taste. There was a certain draw to it that made her want to drink more albeit the side effects she'd noted quickly taking hold of her sensations, the small buzzing feeling all around her making the sand between her toes tickle slightly, the breeze kissing her skin with an affectionate bustle. It was all so alien.

"Is it always like this?"[/ul]

[Mischa Badoer]

"It's always like that... And quite honestly you probably haven't had as much as most first timers. My first time I regreted my life." Mischa would laugh. Now they had been able to talk a bit she would nod into the direction of the party. "We should head back. You're probably missed."

She would lead the way, letting go of Jayr's hand and guiding her with a hand to the small of her back for only a moment before she took it back. Once they returned almost instantly Mischa heard her name being called. She would look to see her friend unlatched to a poor unexacting boy... Instead he was pointing at a keg with a child like excitement. He was obviously regretting something and wanted to get even more shittered. He would usually go down and would drag Mischa down with him... She would succumb to his peer pressure all the time and would drink as much as he did... Sadly she was smaller and just couldn't handle it like he could.

Mischa would smile and give him a thumbs up before looking back at Jayr. Her brows furrowed in thought in order to figure out whether she had to ditch one person tonight... Buy of course it would be Vito... He does it with her.... But luckily she thought of a quite simple solution. "Care joining us for a round of keg stands?"

If your a light girl... And you're near a keg... Chances are someone will pick you up... So she was just giving fair warning.

[Jayr Byrne]

Refresh

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"It's always like that... And quite honestly you probably haven't had as much as most first timers. My first time I regreted my life."

Jayr would laugh, her free hand coming to play with a stand of her hair, a calming breath exhaling from her nostrils as the warm feeling of the liquor came over her making her balance tipsy and wavering for but a moment to the side reaching out with that hand to grab Mischa at the forearm and extending her drinking hand to counterbalance her efforts.

"Well its good to know I'm being responsible."

Jayr would laugh in unison with Mischa still keeping the contact and using it for the measure of balance and gathering her feet beneath her."We should head back. You're probably missed."

Missed? Jayr flinched but a moment thinking back to the party, a sort of stressed look about her. She carried a rather high status before all of this but she'd never thought of herself as a major player going to be missed for but a few moments away from the crowd. She shook her head though a bit on edge, though not enough so to interrupt her little get together with Mischa. If what she wanted was to go back Jayr wouldn't complain. There was much she needed to learn about this whole party-scene still.

Jayr would casually follow, she was the newcomer in this scenario and would complacently follow in tow as a child would her parent but her eyes would track the flow of information. Turning first to a boy gesturing towards the kegs. What did it mean? Drinking some more, she couldn't think of it. Already Jayr's legs felt a bit weak and wobbly, the warm feeling creeping up her spine and into her neck.

"Care joining us for a round of keg stands?"

O.o?

Jayr would display the look of confusion, her palm clasped around her drink tightly however her expression curiously illiciting what a keg-stand might entail. It was moments however before she'd learned first hand. A hand from behind her clasping the drink and taking it away from her. Hands around her hips and legs and she was lifted upside down her hands rushing to her pants instinctively.

"Aiyyeeeeh!"
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[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa would laugh as the bigger guys would pick up Jayr. Mischa remembered the first time she had done a keg stand... Let's just say at the time she didn't have a good tolerance for beer so.... She got, what you would call, "sick". She was better at it now due to the fact she had long since aquired the taste of a good brew.

Her show was then interrupted when a guy tugged her close asking for a dance. Mischa would nod silently and would follow in tow... But she found that her eyes kept wondering back at the girl she had just recently met. She would no doubtably be done the keg stand by now so as if she had gotten bored of the boy she would grab Jayr's wrist and pull her into the throng of people dancing. Friends danced together, right?

"Dance with me!"

Hanging out with Jayr was a good way to make sure no one would take advantage of a drunk girl... Including herself... So there was no harm in attaching herself to Jayr's hip for the night.

[Jayr Byrne]

Spinnin' round my head

Jayr would have a mouthful of the keg's dispenser, the cold liquid shooting down her throat causing her to gag almost instantly, though resisting the cough she'd continue as best she could before a wriggling flail would loosen the guys' grip on her and let her down throwing her into a coughing fit. A wheeze of exclamation before pressing the back of her hand to her lips swiping the condensation from her.

She'd have been on her knees before a hand gripped hers and jerking her up. Feeling herself plastered to another gripping tightly for some sense of support her other free hand gripping at Mischa's hip.

"Dance with me!"

"Umkay."

She'd struggle for support feeling her hand caress the girl's backside and her hand caught in a damp sweat sliding out of the grip and around Mischa's neck. Her right hand relieved from Mischa's back clasping itself to her stomach before heaving over.

"Hublahhhh"

Jayr would throw up chunks all over the front side of Mischa if she was unprepared for it.

[Mischa Badoer]

It wasn't long into their dance sesh before that dreaded smell wafted into the air. She felt the warm ooze land with a full frontal of her torso. Her eyes clenched tight as she tried convincing herself that it didn't actually happen. Unfortunately it did.

"Well.... It's getting late.... I should get you home." of course she was using that as an excuse instead of the vomit. Mischa didn't want to embarrass the girl after all. "First...... I'm gonna clean up." she would point her finger up to gesture a "wait here". Mischa would turn her focus on the ocean and she would pull the shirt free of her body whilst avoiding any of it getting in her hair. She rinced off her arms with the ocean and soaked her her shirt. It wasn't going to clean it obviously but sea salt was better than God knows what. On her way back to Jayr she called her driver and slide her shirt in her back pocket.

"I'm in no condition to drive... And I don't think you are... And I believe that the majority of these guys aren't... So I got us a ride... Just gonna have to tell me your address." Mischa would state once she approached Jayr.

[Jayr Byrne]

Haha...

Ugh.... She could feel her insides turned outwards and the sting in her throat burn as though she'd drank a bottle full of gasoline and lit it aflame. Her body shivered with cold quakes as the release of alcohol from her system took from her the very warmth she'd been relying on.

"First...... I'm gonna clean up."

"G'mhmm.." Jayr would respond completely lost where her directed attention should be. Her eyes wavered towards the ground sizing up the mess of bottles and half considering snagging another but the toxic smell reaching her nose would tell her otherwise flipping back upwards with disgust as she found what was left of her lunch at the base of her stomach.

"I'm in no condition to drive... And I don't think you are... And I believe that the majority of these guys aren't... So I got us a ride... Just gonna have to tell me your address."

Her eyes would quickly thrust upwards in a state of grogginess before panic overtook them. Home? She couldn't go home, that meant facing down Alexi, but even worse so Mother. Jayr would lurch up too quick so that it'd send her head spinning.

"I can't go home, if I go home I'm in big trouble, please don't make me go I swear I won't be let out again! I'll do anything just please..."

Her words and flurried comment making her cheeks flush ruby red with a furious stammer almost indistinguishable as a full on sentance. HEr body would curl over from the sudden rush of blood faceplanting square into Mischa's chest.

[Mischa Badoer]

"I can't go home, if I go home I'm in big trouble, please don't make me go I swear I won't be let out again! I'll do anything just please..."

There wasn't much Mischa could say or do at this point. Why? She was thrown off with the whole face plant thing. Mischa has face planted in a woman's chest and it was not fun.... Especially for the fact it was Reira's mom.

Wait!

Jayr totally looked like Reira....



Hot.

"Umm... Well do you have anywhere else to go?"

Mischa would look around the party to try and find some sort or sign of other females who knew her better... But the only other girls who were there were already sucking face with guys... Which even if they were her friend they wouldn't help her out cause they were getting laid.

"We can try my place?" she would have her arm entangled with Jayr's so she could support her so no more unnecessary face planting would occur...