...and really bad eggs..~ [Invite/Open]

[Aryn Valcoph]

Halfway between the location of David's abruptly-called-and-dismissed meeting and her 'home', Aryn found a spring to her stride. Drinking. And with the clouds rolling in from David's show, it was going to be a good night for it.

Especially considering she would be less alone than normal--not that she was alone at home, with all of her girls. But drinking buddies? That made it better, and the rest of her little house could peek in between clients.

Yes. Many still came even when it was storming. Which wasn't a surprise to Aryn, but at the same time...normally it meant she was left to her own devices while her women worked.

But now? Now she was excited.

"Well, shit~" The brunette mused with an impish grin. "I'm totally looking forward to tonight. It's gonna be hella good. Grab some candles, because I'd think the power is shaky enough the storm could knock it right out. Alcohol, shot glasses. Good to go~"

[Bastille Amtrum]

"I brought some gifts by the gods..." Bastille sounded as she entered the room, holding a very padded sack. Left overs from the wedding and very old scotches she had retrieved from their honeymoon to Europe, the bag might as well be divine indeed. Bastille had been privy to the storm and to everything going on and honestly, it was much too cluster fu*k for her.

Mathew had been gracious enough to watch the girls- which actually meant he might get some sleep. Aryanna had been sick last week and this was the first day she seemed to be back to normal. Evelyn had luckily escaped the cold whatever..... It was also he sneaking suspicion that Mathew needed time away from her. Bastille had been uber clingy the last couple weeks thanks to the girls and all the crap going on. Mathew had effectively turned into her wall against acknowledging any of it's presence...at least until she could process the delicious web that seemed to be weaving.

That was the main problem. She couldn't tell if she was excited about it all, or.....miffed. Whatever the case, she was here now and that was ALL THAT MATTERED. She'd missed Aryn, the girl was a right laugh of a time. Hopefully she wasn't too angsty tonight- she'd heard about it from Mathew.


"There's a 1678 scotch from the vaults of the Vatican- I think it may be laced with poison...you'll have to check....cant for the life of me figure out why it was down there, but me thinks it might have been the bottle to kill some royal guy somewhere..."

This of course, solidified the fact that Bastille had spent some time after the bombings in the Vatican vaults rummaging and pillaging what could be salvaged.

[Eurydice Sudeki]

((OOC: I are a little confused about location but Tanya said you guys were walking soooo... here I goes... DYNAMIC ENTRY! Not really.. XD))

~A storm huh?~

Hazel green orbs looked up to the sky at the darkened clouds. Eury loved the rain. She loved water in general. One could usually find her near a beach watching the waves crash against the shore just relaxing. An escape from the world at the times. And if they didn't find her there then they would have to catch her running around somewhere. Tonight she was merely out for a stroll. She actually had been doing a lot of roaming about lately since she had returned from seemingly the dead. But the brunette felt that she was missing something. Fun. Yup that was it. Everything had been pretty serious so far. Normally when she felt that way she would go out and have a few drinks. It took a lot to get her drunk but hey she didn't drink to get drunk, she drank to have fun. If she eventually got drunk well.....

Clad in a simple deep red tank, dark jeans, and black knee boots that came over the jeans themselves she went clicking down the blocks pretty much aimlessly. Lightly wavy hair bouncing gently with her steps.

~...I think I could go for a drink or two right about no- Is that Aryn?~

She spotted the female walking with another. She hadn't seen Aryn since the day she arrived. She had been meaning to find the brunette for a friendly chat. Walking up to met up with the two, she didn't mean to interrupt but felt compelled to at least say hi instead of rudely walking passed them considering their paths would collide regardless.

"Hey Aryn."

She noted the other woman and the sack she was carrying and that grin upon Aryn's face. Without missing a beat addressed her as well.

"Hey... Could be me but I'm sensing some mischief.."

Was this awkward? Could be for some. Should be for Eury. But again the gal wasn't herself, and well it wasn't one of worries. She had a lot more things to be concerned about it really. She just wanted to relax. And well making some friends wouldn't hurt.

[Aryn Valcoph]

"God damn, Bastille. You're good." Aryn grinned, giving the silver-blonde a squeeze over her shoulders, where her arm was slung. "Pillaging the Vatican Vaults, were you? Clever fox is after my own heart. We need to go find some other place to plunder sometime~"

A sly grin scrawled over the brunette's lips as she pretty much nuzzled Bastille's cheek--and who the hell did she see that made her pause?!

'Eurydice.'

Her internal voice practically snarled the name. Indeed, for a moment, she fairly bristled, and then it faded. Well, shit. It really wasn't her fault, was it? Aryn could very well invite her for a few drinks, why the hell not, right?

Right.

'...and don't we just feel all noble right now?' She snipped to herself, letting go of the last of her frustration for the moment, the mischief back in full.

"Eurydice." Aryn acknowledged with a nod, a smile creeping back over her lips, turning into a smirk. "Yep. Come, drink. Just a night of fun. Bastille has some good shit, I have my stash at home, and company. Let's go, I wanted to start drinking yesterday."

She may have been abrupt but the expression on her face and the glint in her eyes, and her tone, it was genuine. She was serious.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille looked at the girl with confusion- having never really seen much of her. Red hues scanned her up and down in almost a rude fashion, but she didn't seem to care what anyone thought. She was lost in her own evaluation of the girl before breaking back into reality....and a smirk just etched it's ways across her face.

So THIS was the girl she'd heard about from Mathew. Her eye's beamed with excitement....tonight just kept getting better.

"Now, now Aryn- not so fast to invite the throngs of loving admirers...we must test their abilities first." Bastille snickered and reached into her back pulling out a blanket and inside was an unlabeled bottle that had been recently opened. Bastille smirked and handed it to Eury with a sly grin.

"you must divulge to me the contents of this bottle....WITHOUT words."

It was a funny test, one meant only to see how the girl would react. The contents itself was actually just flavored water with a hint of alcohol to kill the germs- it was still ancient.(since despite being married to a Dragon and being a semi full time mother- Bastille still kept up her ancient artifacts black market trading) There was really no right way to answer this question...only an interesting story to observe.

"Then we shall drink the swill of man together! Aryn is good once you get her in a couple- though...trying to get her in's a real challenge- but here I am being a chatter box. Go on then, divulge away!"

[Eurydice Sudeki]

Her first name said in full? Oh that was never a good sign to Eury. The way it sounded coming off people's tongue always had a scent of disdain behind it. Since her little gifts were acting wacky; tuning in and out from time to time; she got that momentarily displeasure from Aryn. Not surprising still. Only surprising that Eury herself was not really feeling the same way towards the woman. Shouldn't she be the one to really be feeling it more considering? Bah, food for thought for another time. As Aryn spoke up, Eury's eyes fell on the other woman who was looking at her up and down. Now being Eury constantly gave back what she was dished, her eyes trailed the woman up and down as well. No other reason than as stated. Merely repaying the gesture.

~Bastille?..Hmm, a prison in Paris in the 17th and 18th century..Destroyed at the beginning of the French Revolution... UGH damn me being a history buff, such unnecessary thought...But it is a nice name~

Yup she could be random. But she loved history and when something reminded her of such things her thoughts would run a away a little. Being invited Eury was a bit weary there after that feeling that just maybe she wasn't exactly welcomed. Yet Aryn was trying to be noble and at least that came off a bit genuine. Should she still actually indulge in the idea? How would it look if she declined and then like a quick wave came a feel of Bastille. A giddy feeling that usually was translated into mischief to Eury. Oh how the brunette was right when the bottle came out and she was challenged. Oh wait..she...was.. challenged? It might not have been a challenge that was truly verbally said but it still came off as one and this woman already if ever turned one down. And that's why she was trouble most of the time. Her right bow flickered upwards not in surprising manner but intrigued. Eury used to be a really big, heavy drinker considering it took a lot to really get her drunk. It had something to do with an experimentation long ago. A side effect to it made her a little more tolerant that most. But when she got drunk....

Now considering over the years she cut back tremendously, but lately cause of everything she's been wanting to just drink it away. She had a stash at her old place that surprisingly hadn't been raided. Guess cause it was protected by Leon in Dragonland. Nevertheless she was about to indulge now. Quietly she took the bottle, looking at it then at Bastille. With that feeling coming off she knew she needed to be a bit careful. Then again she had a few unmarked bottles herself or various liquid content. A smirk fell on her lips as she spoke jokingly.

"..Hmm.. Well if I actually die I'ma be a big pain in the ass spirit to get rid of.."

Eury...challenged accepted. Opening the bottle, normally Eury would smell first but this time she was in fuck it mode. Taking a fairly good swig of it, her eyes trailed around with a simple 'hmm' every now and then. Though when she initially lifted it with her left, the tattoo on the inside of her wrist was visible. Like she was pondering. Being a heavy drinker long ago she had tried a lot of stuff, so drinks didn't quite phase her like they used to. But this, this was no drink to be making faces over. She'd shallow it without a care and look towards Bastille. No words. But her face did read something along the lines of 'got anything stronger?'. Not really saying what the content was but indicating more that it wasn't much of anything to her.

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn lifted her brow, watching Bastille pull out a bottle - of whose contents she was thus far unaware of - and offer it to Eury. And then she watched still, green eyes glinting, as Eury proceeded to open her throat and down the entire contents. Now, she couldn't help but feel impressed. Maybe not because she didn't know the contents of the bottle, but simply that this woman didn't even blink at the challenge.

And Aryn liked that.

Casting a sideways glance to Bastille with a smirk, she waited on her 'judgement', arm still slung comfortably over her shoulders. By her own posture, relaxed but clearly interested, Eury was in.

'C'mon, c'mon...I want to drink, already.'

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille shrugged. "I'll take it" She smirked and nodded, motioning for their new friend to follow.

"Drinks ALL AROUND!--- I'm a horrible mother" she said almost gleefully.

[Eurydice Sudeki]

[OOC: Apologies so good stuff happening. Ok so how does this go again? I'ma be all rusty again XD]

Eury's eyes casually swayed from the two females before her as it became clear that she was approved to drink with them. She wasn't quite clear why she needed to be tested, maybe to see if she could handle the liquor or not? Whatever the case it was now time to press forward. She indeed was long overdue for a drink too bad she wouldn't really get wasted and well she wasn't a hard drinker anymore, though she could've been considering its become ineffective to the likes of her. Ah wells. The brunette smirked at the pair handing the bottle back to Bastille and followed behind.

~Heh.. I doubt as bad as myself right now..~

Not that she meant to compare even though she knew nothing other than the comment came off amusingly. Eury's thoughts not so much on that notation. She really didn't feel like a good mother right now, but her thoughts would need to cease. Tonight she didn't want to think about all that despite it being semi impossible but she was going to put her best foot forward.

[Aryn Valcoph]

"All notions of being a mother, wife, or otherwise are put on hold~ Tonight..! Tonight we drink in Heaven and Hell!"

It wasn't quite so catchy as Gerard Butler's "tonight we done in hell!" but Aryn wasn't picky in this case. It would be a five or so minute walk before the sassy woman threw open a door to a house with a dome of stone at the back and stepped inside.

"Welcome to my place. ...Natalia! Break out the spirits! Ladiiiieeesss, who's drinking with us? Better yet, if you're not working tonight you're drinking and if you are working...hell, come have a drink anyway."

The brunette slipped her way downstairs, where it became apparent in contrast to the main floor - the living room and dining room having a few tables and chairs with a place to sit and lounge in the front foyer, and a small writing desk with a blonde that looked up with a slight grin - that this was their lounge space. Perhaps customers were brought down here on occasion, but this was their domain aside from the other rooms on the second floor. Between two sofas and a mountain of cushions, there was room enough for all of them. Aryn selected one of the overstuffed cushions that was obviously homespun and unceremoniously flopped down onto it.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille found a couple of pillows directly across and set them up in a certain way on the floor. She would rest back and delicately place herself before letting out a large sigh and yawning.

"This is perfect! Peeerrrrrfeect!" She exclaimed and then stopped, sitting up and looking around.


"Where's the booze though?"

[Eurydice Sudeki]

Strolling along behind the pair they arrived at, well a place that maybe at first caused a pause within Eury. It wasn't her cup of tea in anyway shape or form. But that was a personal thing with her. Something about her past. But hey she walked on through either way and suddenly not surprised that this was Aryn's. A few things started to make sense to the brunette. Though one thing she didn't quite get about it though, it was the fact that currency obviously didn't mean anything to this world. She might've been M.I.A for two years but in a world as fucked up as it became money clearly wouldn't be printed which meant it held no weight. Soooo....

Moving along, she continued until they got to their place of rest. Both women took their places on the cushions while Eury eyed for a moment where to place herself. Quickly she made a deduction and took a spot a bit of a distance between the ladies, nothing alarming far just so that they some how formed a triangle pattern. Eury really had nothing to currently say other than offer a smirk at Bastille.

[Aryn Valcoph]

"The booze is coming~" Aryn casually waves Bastille's concerns away.

Sure enough, only a minute or so later, Natalia, Emily, and Chantelle come down the stairs, bottles of rum, vodka, and rye in their hands--and glasses for all. Aryn grinned as Natalia wriggled in beside her and slung an arm around her with a mischievous coo.

"I'll take the dark rum, if you don't mind~"

She accepted the glass from the little redhead. Emily and Chantelle smiled and tipped the bottles towards Bastille and Eury in offering.

Pick your poison~

[Bastille Amtrum]

"I'll take just one of the rye please" Bastille said languidly and eyed her 'friends'. What could she say, she'd been in the business before- it was good marketing skills to view opponents, although Bastille had geared that west coast united states was Aryn's domain. She kept her workings central in southern Europe only. Mother of the year kept chanting itself inside her brain though...the knight was disapproving. The witch the smiled.

"I really should have been born with a dick....I swear it was gods gift to the boys around here, otherwise they wouldn't have stood a chance." Bastille snickered to herself.