The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
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MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
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Gina listened as Nessa made her recommendaitons. Long Island Iced Tea, huh? Her mom liked those-- Gina could remember a handful of nights where her Mom would meet-up with her best friend, Karen, and hey would share Long Island Iced Teas, get drunk off of their butts, and her Mom would end up staying the night over. Gina tagged along numerous times, because Karen's daughter was Gina' best friend.
She bobbed her head in agreement when Nessa recommended it, but rolled her lips together when Nessa placed a deterring hand of the gargoyle's own, taloned hand, which was currently fishing into her clutch.
>> ”You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you buy the drinks on your birthday. Besides, you’re a college kid, so that money should be for ramen and glow-in-the-dark posters. Or so I’ve heard, at least.”
Gina slowly closed her clutch, feigning offense.
"I eat rice, thank you very much," she said loftily, placing a hand upon her chest as if to say, Ugh, excuse me? She might be a broke-*ss college student, but she was a broke-*ss college student with standards. She was genuine about eating a lot of rice, but her offense was not genuine. She cracked a smile at Nessa, tucking her clutch away.
Whereas Gina's mom and her friend Karen had used whatever glasses they could find for Long Island iced teas, these ones came in tall, elegant glasses. They were a watery amber color, and Gina was quite unsure about what the flavor might entail. (Whereas the shots had been prefaced by a menu with an explanation, this was a blind tasting.)
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It was a real gamble and Rebecca knew it. Regardless of how sure she was of Agnes’s feelings, there was more to their situation than emotions. The reality included a young woman getting drunk at a bar upstairs and another likely in the seat of an Uber. The kiss could have been rejected, and Rebecca would be standing there like an idiot, knowing she had no one.
Instead, Agnes accepted the kiss and embraced her, pulling them closer together so she could reply in a soft, genuine voice. Every time she heard that honey-sweet voice say, “I love you,” it took her back to the first time, walking Agnes to her Julliard audition. She remembered how pure and uncomplicated things were back then, and she longed for that. They had a ways to go, and things would never be quite the same, but that did not make it something to give up on. ”Damn me fur getting oan ‘at plane. Ah was dumb. Frae noo oan, Ah only gie oan planes wi’ ye.”
They returned to the steps, but they were now accompanied with a strong sexual tension surrounding and occupying them. They made it to the top of the staircase, but before they could make it to the door, Rebecca could not help herself. She grinned proudly as she pinned Agnes to the nearest wall, stopping them in their tracks. It was foolish; anyone, including Nessa, could walk through that door and see them, but Rebecca was craving some time with Agnes’s lips, neck, and anywhere else her hands could sneak in the dim lighting of the stairwell.
Oblivious to anything outside of her immediate personal bubble, Nessa was taking full sips through her straw, quickly draining her Long Island. The quick drinking was only to ease her nerves, because otherwise, she was actually having a great time with Gina. ”Sorry, I never got the college experience itself, and they don’t put the fancy rice-eating students on TV,” she answered with a wink. ”Though I’d love to see this townhousey-apartment thing you live in. Get a taste for the collegiate life.” If Gina was just some girl at the bar, this might have sounded like a forward way to ask to go home with her, but this was different. Gina was a new friend, and thus far the highlight of Nessa’s otherwise questionable night.
She made the mistake of glancing over at the stairwell door. She could not see anything past the door, but it made her question how long things were taking. Did River and Rebecca just duke it out set to beautiful piano accompaniment? Or did Rebecca and Agnes…
”Excuse me, a Cranberry Kamikaze please?” Another drink would take her mind off those questions, she thought, smiling warmly at Gina.
Rebecca and Agnes eventually rejoined the club area after straightening out their dresses and doing what they could to make their hair look less tousled. ”Sorry fur th' delay. River wisnae feelin' weel.” The lie sounded good when Agnes told it, so why change the story?
Nessa’s eyes did not look at Rebecca, instead jumping right to Agnes. She would find a moment of eye contact if she had to grab Agnes by the back of the head. ”Is everything okay, Agnes?” she asked, her tone cool and unreadable.
It was a heated moment. But it wasn’t heated due to the words that were shouted or any righteous anger that fueled them. No, instead this heat was brought on purely by the fact of how attracted the two of them were to one another. Passion and youthful energy spurred the two lovers on as they found a seclusion on the hidden away staircase, their lips meeting again and again, hands re-exploring those curves that were just hidden beneath a smooth fabric of a dress. The two ex-lovers, currently on their way to being lovers again, were pure and unapologetic passion now; nothing in the rest of the world mattered.
It was only for a few moments but it seemed to last an eternity. Hidden away in their tiny, shadowy glen, the two let their actions speak for the longing that they had for one another. But this was not the most appropriate place for their dalliance. That would be later. Finally managing to separate themselves from one another, long enough to allow logic and reason to push back into their minds, they shared the smallest of smiles before resigning themselves to having to return to the party. They were both supposed to be here for Gina, after all.
Fixing each other’s hair, smoothing down dresses, and trying to look even somewhat presentable, they finally returned to ascending the staircase and made their way upwards, back to the loud vibrations of the dance floor. Only seconds apart and Agnes was already finding it difficult to keep her hands off of her ex, her fingertips brushing against her bare arm, or teasing a grope on her lower back and below. But the second that they were up and on the way to where both Nessa and Gina were waiting, she could feel that old guilt trying to reassert itself into her mind. It was the only thing that was keeping her libido at bay.
>> ”Sorry fur th' delay. River wisnae feelin' weel.”
Agnes nodded as she approached the duo. It seemed that they had continued with their drinking and, from the looks of it, they were both well on their way to getting just a little plastered. It wasn’t hard to miss the appearance of the Long Island Iced Teas. She had only had one once and it had knocked her on her butt. River laughed the whole time and even had comments for her the following day. If both Nessa and Gina weren’t careful, they were going to find themselves in the same situation.
But, trying to keep her thoughts off of River, Agnes nodded her head, looking apologetic to gina. ”Yes. She said sorry, but she really isn’t feeling well. Put her on a Uber and sent her home.”
It was a blatant lie but it was one that she was willing to stick with. Besides, it wasn’t that out of the question, wasn’t it? She had been acting funny all evening so the easiest way to explain it was simply that she was not feeling well. With that said, though it seemed as if there was something about her that seemed…off. Nessa eyed her but Agnes still couldn’t bring herself to look in her eyes. The guilt was beginning to get a louder voice.
>> ”Is everything okay, Agnes?”
”Hrm?” She looked up, her attention piqued at the sound of her name. She nodded her head, looking away from Nessa, to Gina, to Rebecca, and back to the person talking to her, but focusing on her mouth or her eyebrows. ”Yeah. I’m okay,” she nodded and shared a soft smile. Another shy glance to Rebecca and she turned to the bartender who waited nearby. She needed a drink. ”A Wildflower Honey Punch, please?”
She could control herself. Gina’s birthday would continue without a hitch and, afterward, (she glanced at Rebecca, briefly chewing on the inside of her lip) well, she would see where the rest of the night took them.
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Gina was through with the Long Island when the other half of their party returned. Nessa had ordered another round of drinks. The gargoyle knew that she was, at the very least, a little tipsy. But this drink would do the job of tipping her over the edge. She was small (despite the curves), and hadn't eaten much. As soon as she'd try getting to her feet, she'd probably feel the room reeling around her.
But she wasn't experienced enough to know that, yet.
"Ah, that makes sense," the gargoyle proclaimed, a little loudly, "No one can pass-up a good dance." No one in their right mind, anyways-- only sick people.
>> ”Yes. She said sorry, but she really isn’t feeling well. Put her on a Uber and sent her home.”
"I hope she takes good care of herself," the garoyle announced, stirring her drink. Despite the obvious progression down the path towards being absolutely sloshed, the gargoyle surmised that this would be her last drink tonight. She might as well take her time with it. Gina completely missed the short exchange between Nessa and Agnes, altogether entranced by the way the icecubes moved in her own drink. That is, until her sister ordered a Wildflower Honey Punch.
"What's that?" Gina asked, "A Wildflower Honey Punch? Do they use actual flowers? There's this icecream shop in Mendocino that has honey-lavender vanilla icecream. There's actual bits of lavender in there. It's really good."
It was indeed apparent that the gargoyle was well on her way to being sloshed.
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Rebecca’s face was stuck wearing a dreamy smile, as her body was still coming down from some light stairwell foreplay. She and Agnes were doing what they could to leave a respectable amount of space between them, but that was proving to be a difficult task when her body was urging her to eliminate the distance between them. They both agreed it would be best to avoid creating a scene with Nessa; as much as it felt like the right thing to do, Gina’s party was not the place to end things.
She was committed to that course of action now, but it did not make things easier. It would be hard to believe her with everything she put her girlfriend through, but Rebecca liked Nessa. She regretted letting things get so far, and the irreparable damage she might be doing to their chance at a friendship. She could only hope her gamer girl girlfriend would be the last casualty of her indecision.
When Nessa asked Agnes about the state of things, the musician’s mind seemed to be floating elsewhere, along with her gaze, which looked at everything but Nessa’s eyes.
Agnes ordered herself a drink, which riled up a Gina who was clearly on her way to being half-in-the-bag. Her excited curiosity sparked the interest of Rebecca, who was in need of a new drink anyway. ”That soonds loovely. A Wildflower Honey Punch, please!” she called out enthusiastically, hoping some more alcohol might make it easier to ignore the lie she was hanging onto for the next hours.
Nessa shrugged, half-heartedly agreeing with the drink of the hour, more than ready for her next glass. Alcohol was already starting to take effect, slowing down her thoughts and leaving her limbs feeling weirdly disconnected. ”Why not? One Wildfluer Honey Punch,” she requested, her words slurring ever so slightly.
”So, everybody got a break. Whataya say, girls? Round two for dancing?” Nessa asked, getting to her feet (with a wobbly first step,) and approaching Rebecca, making sure to wrap a tight arm around her waist.
Rebecca felt a lump in her throat at the sensation of Nessa’s arms around her. She had always enjoyed the way Nessa was affectionate with her, but suddenly the touch felt wrong. The arm around her was not Agnes’s, and it felt like an offense, because she was now painfully aware that her waist belonged to Agnes. Nervously, Becca smiled and replied, ”Ah’ll gae wherever th’ party takes me!” She took a long sip from her punch, not excited to make a no-win decision. If they went dancing, she would be expected to dance with Nessa, which made her feel guilty. If they went down to the piano bar, they would talk, and the wrong question could be asked, ruining the whole evening.
Still, her as-of-yet-still-girlfriend and the woman of the hour both had several drinks in them and an excess of energy. Nessa had made a clear decision and was tugging at Rebecca’s waist as a non-verbal request to follow her. ”Guess it’s takin me tae the dance floor,” she joked with a chuckle, letting Nessa lead the way to a long night of trying to dance like nothing was wrong.
Agnes was slowly beginning to come out of the haze that had settled upon her head after her little tryst on the stairwell with Rebecca. She kept subconsciously smoothing down her dress and running her fingers through her hair. It was almost like she didn’t trust herself that she looked presentable right now. She felt like that one woman in that old novel every kid is supposed to read, The Scarlet Letter. She felt like there were A’s emblazoned everywhere on her body and that were just radiating with the color and noise that she had done this very, very bad thing.
But, deep down, Agnes knew that there were no such letters on her person. She was just being a bit paranoid and she needed to relax. That was why she had ordered the drink that she had. The Wildflower Honey Punch was a good drink, sweet, layered in colors, and the last few times she had it, she knew that it had the power to help her relax. Relaxing was exactly what she needed right now. However, she wasn’t prepared for her drink order to be the drink of the night.
>> "What's that? A Wildflower Honey Punch? Do they use actual flowers? There's this icecream shop in Mendocino that has honey-lavender vanilla icecream. There's actual bits of lavender in there. It's really good."
>> ”That soonds loovely. A Wildflower Honey Punch, please!”
>> ”Why not? One Wildfluer Honey Punch,”
Agnes blinked and chuckled as everyone seemed to jump on the Wildflower Honey Punch Bandwagon. She had to grin and she looked between each of them. For a moment she forgot the absolutely whorish thing she had just done and just enjoyed being a regular woman. They were out partying and she made a suggestion that everyone seemed to absolutely enjoy. It was only for a moment, but Agnes actually felt good about that. However, reality had to eventually come nearing it’s ugly face.
>> ”So, everybody got a break. Whataya say, girls? Round two for dancing?”
Nessa sounded to sound pretty sloshed already. Even though she had just made out with her girlfriend in a darkened stairway, she had to admit that she was a little worried for the woman. She hoped that she wouldn’t drink anymore tonight otherwise they were going to have to actually pour her into a taxi and send her off home – which meant Rebecca would have to leave with her.
Rebecca. Agnes turned her gaze down, blushing a little bit as Nessa wrapped her arm around Rebecca’s waist and pulled her away to the dance floor. The smallest part of her felt jealous about that. Even though they weren’t officially together, Agnes felt a little angry about that. Rebecca, including her waist and hips, were hers, weren’t they? The thought was fleeting but Agnes shook it away. The alcohol was already beginning to make her just a little hazy so clearly she needed to get to dancing to work some of it off.
Eyeing Gina, Agnes grinned as she wrapped her arm around her shorter sister’s neck, pulled her in and gave her a kiss atop her fluffy headed hair. She stood from her seat and grabbed her sister’s hand. ”Come on, darling,” Agnes said with a bit of drunken confidence. She turned and twisted her hips a little bit, dancing to the beat of the music. ”Let’s show them how to really dance.” With that she turned and led Gina off to the dancefloor, swaying her hips and bobbing her head. Music would make all this better.
Gina had no intention of buying the Wildflower Honey Punch, she was simply curious about it. When said drinks began to arrive, the gargoyle ogled them curiously, disappointed to see that there were no flowers present. The drinks were pretty nonetheless.
>> ”So, everybody got a break. Whataya say, girls? Round two for dancing?”
Gina was finishing-up the follow-up drink to the Long Island Iced Tea when Nessa proposed returning to the dance floor, to which the gargoyle gave an urgent, whispered response, "I'm not finished!"
This was, of course, too quiet to hear. She finished the drink with a hasty sip, just in-time to get roped in by Agnes. A kiss was planted on the crown of Gina's head, and the gargoyle laughed in surprise, wobbling to keep her balance.
"Careful! You'll poke your eye out," Gina cautioned, surveying her sister. Gina felt hot as her body worked diligently away at trying to process the alcohol.
>> ”Come on, darling, let’s show them how to really dance.”
Gina hopped off of her chair eagerly, following her sister's lead, and the world wobbled. The alcohol had gone to her head, but she kept her footing just fine. She just had to not... lunge forward like that again. Gina teetered after Agnes, pumping the air with her free hand.
If Gina had been loose before, she was even more carefree now. She was at the comfortably hapless level of drunk, the fun level, and she was enjoying herself now-- especially considering that she didn't need to worry over River being all by herself now.
The gargoyle eased back into the music seamlessly, this time keeping her eyes open. She danced with Agnes for a while, with Becca, with Nessa. Hell, she'd dance with the whole club if someone let her. For now, she stayed with the group, though.
"I'm really glad you stayed," Gina confided in her sister as they danced, smiling at Agnes. Sometimes when peoples' significant others were feeling ill, they'd both go home, give a little TLC. The gargoyle was glad to have Agnes to herself for a little bit, though.
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The group returned to the dancefloor, and alcohol was helping to ease things along. Gina was noticeably impacted by the drinks she had enjoyed at the bar, and it turned her into even more of a free spirit. Gina was taking everyone in their group as a dance partner in turn, just glad to have another person to share the night with. She even briefly danced with another redhead at one point, before it became clearer to her that the dancer was not, in fact, Rebecca. They pulled her back into their group, but the grey girl was just a wildfire of fun on the floor, spreading to anyone who got close.
The night was becoming one song melding into another, and Rebecca ignored how red her face felt, embracing it all. She so rarely felt willing to dance, but being with her friends put her at ease, and having Agnes nearby filled her with a fire she needed to do something with.
The problem was with her and Nessa now. Her girlfriend had imbibed just as much, if not more than Gina, and it was starting to show. They were all switching off dance partners regularly, and occasionally just dancing as a loosely connected group, but Nessa was becoming increasingly more territorial. She was not barking at the other girls to stay away, but she was also starting to be all over Becca. Alcohol usually made Nessa more affectionate, but she was unashamedly letting her hands travel, dancing close enough to leave kisses, and at one point nibbling on her earlobe.
All it did was tie a knot in Rebecca’s stomach. Nessa was fun and gorgeous, but the longer it all went on, the more the redhead felt like a cheater; specifically, she felt like she was cheating on Agnes. She was not trying to actively spurn Nessa’s advances and make things obvious, but it was clear in her body language that Rebecca was a half-hearted participant.
Nessa, who had very quickly finished her Punch, (and immediately felt bitter about how much she approved of Agnes’s drink choice,) could feel something was off. She was drunk and she knew it, but even drunk, she could tell when a girl was not into her, and it was such a new feeling from Rebecca, it was immediately troubling.
Through a night of dancing, Nessa had alternated between dancing with Gina and dancing with Becca, but she noticeably never crossed paths with the fourth girl in their group. Maybe it was suspicion or jealousy or knowing deep down something was wrong, but she had been avoiding Agnes. Until she could not any longer.
She tapped Gina lightly on the shoulder and smiled. The birthday girl might have been under the impression that Nessa wanted another turn with her, but she quickly put that thought to rest. ”Can I borrow yer sister?” She inserted herself into the situation and started dancing normally. She may have even found her hand on Agnes’s hip at one point. Her eyes were usually closed as she felt the music, but occasionally they would open and look to her dancing partner, who was still keeping her sights anywhere but forward. The game of cat and mouse had gone on long enough.
Nessa’s hips swayed from side to side, but her hands moved upward, until she took an unsuspecting woman’s face into her grasp, holding Agnes in place long enough for her to get a good eyeful.
She did not linger longer than she had to, and was already letting go of Agnes when a concerned Rebecca left her dancing with Gina and came over to pull Nessa way, possibly worried about what she might do to the “ex-girlfriend” of her girlfriend. ”Nessa, th’ heck?”
”Sorry, thought I saw something on her face,” she muttered, looking down at the ground. Nessa did not want her expression to be seen, and the darkness of the room helped with that. ”Honestly, I’m not really feeling well.”
Rebecca furrowed her brow, worried that Nessa was having a bad reaction to the alcohol she had been downing all night. As much as she was hoping to find some way to leave with Agnes for the night, Nessa was her girlfriend and her responsibility if she was feeling unwell. ”Ah’m sae sorry, hun. We can call anaither Uber and gae back tae mah apartment, sae—“
Nessa shook her head and cut in before Rebecca could finish her offer. ”Actually, I’m sorry about this. I can’t go back to your place tonight. I have… a thing.” Alcohol did not make for strong improvisational skills.
Instead of accepting her girlfriend’s kindness, Nessa turned to her new friend and asked, ”Gina, could you bring me home?”
The night was absolutely electric. Agnes found herself dancing and absolutely enjoying herself, a feat that she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to achieve with River having gone home and her recent escapades with Rebecca down in the stairwell. But alcohol, pounding music, and the smiling face of her sister managed to lift the gray clouds from over her head. She felt, really, at peace just letting herself get carried away in the music. It was freeing, to say the least, to not let thoughts about her crumbling relationship down her for the rest of the night. Honestly the only distraction that kept popping up in her head was the kiss she and Rebecca shared and the somewhat promise of things that could come later.
Every now and again, Agnes would turn and find herself watching the redhead as she danced with her girlfriend. Nessa was all over Rebecca and, while that was perfectly within her right being her lover, Agnes felt the deepest pang of jealousy. The splinters and cracks of the barrier she tried to put up between herself and Rebecca was quickly beginning to tear away. She wanted the redhead, she wanted to not only be with her physically, but she wanted to be in her life again as more than just a friend. But that was just the alcohol, talking, right? It had to be.
Agnes focused her attention on the dance and the pulsating music. She wanted to just be free for a bit so she allowed the dance and Gina’s movements to pull her away from it. She had to laugh throughout the partying, though, as many times Gina slipped away to dance with other people, even a redhead that she stubbornly insisted was Rebecca in a different set of clothing (it wasn’t her). Agnes laughed hysterically but always managed to pull her sister back. Agnes even dances with a few other girls on the floor, but those never lasted beyond half a song or two before her eyes would drift back to Rebecca.
What was wrong with her?
By the time she started to feel like she was close to sobering up, she and Gina were dancing together again. Her horned sister smiled cheekily as she leaned in and confided to her…
>> "I'm really glad you stayed,"
Agnes smiled back, her heart touched a little bit. She wasn’t going to let this much time and distance get between her and her sister again. She just wasn’t going to allow it. So, with a nod of her head, she leaned down and planted a kiss on her Gina’s cheek.
”I’m glad too.” she said with a nod. ”I promise. We’ll hang out more often.”
As they started to prepare for another dance, Agnes’ attention was suddenly diverted to that of a clearly wobbly Nessa who moved over to them. She gave her a shy smile before trying to focus all her attention on her sister, but that space was instantly taken away from her. Blinking in surprise, she watched as Nessa interrupted their dance…
>> ”Can I borrow yer sister?”
This was a surprise. Agnes wasn’t sure what to say or do about the matter until the dark-haired woman was already in front of her and committing herself to the dance. Agnes smiled a bit sheepishly, turning her eyes away and dancing with somewhat less conviction. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Nessa, it was merely that her mind was racing with thoughts about what to do. Her guilt over making out with Rebecca, about letting things with River unravel, and so on. She was so self-conscious that her usual moves and tempo were thrown off and she seemed so much more amateurish.
That is until suddenly Nessa grabbed her cheeks. Caught off guard, Agnes mind immediately flooded with thoughts. Nessa knew, didn’t she? She knew about the staircase. She knew about the live she told River when she asked her if she and Becca had had sex while she was away. The image of Rebecca’s flat, toned stomach with the bellybutton ring blinked through her mind. And all of that was capstoned with a tremendous sense of guilt for what she had done. But as soon as the thoughts entered, she was released by Nessa’s palms and Agnes stood there, dumbfounded.
She blinked as Becca came over, to inquire if everything was okay but Nessa seemed far from it. Whether she was upset or just really, really drunk, Agnes didn’t know but she seemed deadest on leaving. For a moment Agnes was bummed because that meant that Becca would have to take her home, but the dark-haired woman declined and instead asked a ride from Gina.
Agnes piped in at this point because she may have been a bad ex-girlfriend but she was still a kind human being. ”Wait, Nessa, Gina’s still seems pretty drunk,” she pulled out her phone. ”Just sit down, breathe for a moment until you get your wits and we can call an Uber or something?”
She shared a concerned look with Rebecca. What was going on?
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Gina's mind and body swam comfortably around their group and, for a brief moment, beyond the group before she'd been reigned back in. In her loose dancing, the gargoyle found her way to a redhead who was not-actually-Becca and danced with her for a stint, until the real Rebecca retrieved. (This was not before Not-Bedda had been dubbed "Ducky" by the inebriated gargoyle.) Gina was dancing with Agnes when Nessa intervened. Dancing with Nessa was fun, she liked Nessa.
>> ”Can I borrow yer sister?”
She'd like that, too. Gina shrugged and eased out of the way, rubbing shoulders with Becca quite literally as she went. The scales over her shoulder probably felt cool against the freckled arm.
>> ”Nessa, th’ heck?”
It took the inebriated gargoyle a few clicks to realize no one else in the group was dancing any longer.
>> ”Sorry, thought I saw something on her face. Honestly, I’m not really feeling well.”
"Oh nooooo," Gina complained. Her party was dwindling, that'd be half of the people here, if Nessa left too. Of course Gina loved Becca and Agnes, but Nessa was a new friend that the gargoyle wanted to keep around. In protest, the gargoyle had lightly clasped one of Nessa's hands in her own two. She wasn't sure of what was going on (being sloshed made it hard to follow the train of the conversation), she just knew she wanted her new friend to stay.
>> ”Ah’m sae sorry, hun. We can call anaither Uber and gae back tae mah apartment, sae—“
>> ”Actually, I’m sorry about this. I can’t go back to your place tonight. I have… a thing. Gina, could you bring me home?”
"I don't know where your house is," Gina whispered, her eyes owlish. How could you take someone home if you didn't know where they lived, "OO! Or we could go to my place! Sleepover! After-party?!"
In reality, going home probably meant the end of the party (she'd likely go right to sleep, courtesy of all the alcohol in her system), but Gina was at such a good mental place right now, ending the party seemed impossible.
>> ”Wait, Nessa, Gina’s still seems pretty drunk. Just sit down, breathe for a moment until you get your wits and we can call an Uber or something?”
"An Uber to my house! For the after-party!" Gina said chipperly, "But we might need two. My wings are big. I mean, super big. I take up more than one seat."
Gina looked at her trio of friends, brow's stitching with dramatic concern, "It would be so. Sad. If someone had to ride alone. Don't you think?"
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Rebecca was not expecting her girlfriend to decline a ride home with her so she could get a ride with Gina. There was no reason to change travel partners, particularly when Uber was going to be the travel method of choice. Did her hesitation when dancing tip Nessa off to something? Honestly, the decision should have made Rebecca feel worse about her choices, but there was a selfish, opportunistic side of her that was glad. She had been trying to think of some way she could spend her night with Agnes, and it seemed Nessa was handing her that chance.
Her need for Agnes was too great to resist, regardless of her doubts or her shame.
Gina jumped on board right away, seeing the idea as an opportunity to transition the night into a sleepover. The plan sounded fun in theory, but Nessa already made it clear she was hoping to split paths for the evening. Rebecca could catch a hint, even if she could not explain where it came from. They would drift further as she had a different kind of sleepover with her ex-girlfriend.
In lieu of voicing the unspoken decisions being made, Rebecca shrugged. ”An efterparty soonds loch a blest, but Ah am sae exhausted. Ah hink Ah’m better aff headin' haem myself.” Nessa looked over to her, the look in her eye burdened by doubt, but she said nothing.
Regardless of her less noble intentions, Rebecca did want to ensure Gina and Nessa did end the night safely. ”We can call an Uber fer ye first sae we make sure ye gie oan yer way tae Gina's.” Of course, if the pair of new friends left first, no one would be around to question Becca and Agnes leaving together, or the subtle act of a hotel room being booked via smart phone app.
The rides would take time to reach the club, giving the group a chance to gather up any of their belongings. Rebecca contemplating avoiding Nessa until the night was over, but her conscience nudged her in the girl’s direction. ”Hey, Nessa. Ur ye gorna be okay…?”
Contemptuously, the brunette looked up and bluntly replied, ”We can talk more tomorrow. I’ve gotta go.”
Rebecca felt deflated at the hands of her girlfriend’s brevity, but knew better than to push the matter. ”Okay. Ah…” what was she supposed to say? That she would miss Nessa? That felt disingenuous. They had never reached the “I love you” stage of their relationship, which was more alarming considering how many times she had shared that tender phrase with Agnes over the past months. ”We’ll talk soon. Feel better, Nessa.” It was all she could muster.
Nessa looked to her newest friend and her escape out of a painful, awkward situation, trying to force a smile. ”I’m ready when you are, Genie.”
Agnes didn’t like the way that anything was going on right now. Nessa seemed off somehow. It wasn’t just because she was drunk, either. She had been getting drunk most of the night, but something happened after she had danced with Agnes and looked her in the eyes. She didn’t fully understand why the woman did that and instead figured it was probably just some strange dance move that she was in no way familiar with. But as much as she wanted to convince herself of that, something felt off about the whole ordeal. What was going on tonight.
Gina, on the other hand, seemed absolutely hammered. The young, curvaceous girl had spent the majority of the night dancing, drinking, and having an absolute blast. Even though drama seemed to be brewing on the horizon, she certainly wasn’t letting it get her down – even when Nessa spurned Rebecca and asked the young gargoyle to take her home.
Seeing just how drunk her sister was immediately sprung Agnes into action. She stepped over, quietly speaking with the both of them, suggesting that they sit for a spell just so that they could get their wits about them before anyone decided to do anything. While Agnes wanted to ensure that Nessa was safe (even if she was technically stealing her girlfriend away), the violinist always wanted to ensure that her sister lived to see the world beyond the age of twenty-one. Making hasty drunken decisions wouldn’t work for anyone here.
It was then that Gina seemed unsure about the plan to take Nessa home. How could she? She didn’t know where she lived. However, she did have a different suggestion, an afterparty! Agnes cracked a small smile with that and nodded her head that it sounded like a good idea, however she didn’t say anything out loud. She was keeping the two of them from exiting a bit too hastily.
The evening seemed to be taking a decidedly different turn. As she stepped away from the small group to allow Rebecca to order in the Uber ride for both girls, Agnes found herself watching the duo, especially Nessa. Nessa just seemed to have the darkest looks in her eyes, mainly tossing them at the redhead whenever she attempted to smooth whatever wrinkles she had caused over. It made Agnes wonder just why the brunette was so upset. For a second the blood drained in her face as she questioned whether or not Nessa knew about Rebecca and hers trip down memory lane, but it was impossible. Only Rebecca, herself, and Lilith knew about th—
The cat! She knew it! She knew that she was evil! Wait, no…she was letting her imagination get carried away with her. With a sigh she let that go and instead just stood off to the sit, sipping slowly at some water to help flush the alcohol from her system. Honestly she didn’t know what else to do other than the just stand to the side and wait for the girl’s Uber.
When the vehicle had finally arrived, Nessa turned to see if Gina was ready to go. Agnes smiled as she stepped close, leaning in and kissing her sister on her gray cheek. A smirk and she ruffled her hair as a big sister would. ”Please be careful, hon. Remember, don’t drink anymore and don’t sleep on your back. Just in case. Goes for both of you.” Another kiss to the cheek. ”Happy birthday.”
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Gina’s head was reeling as plans were made for them to go home—not for an after-party, mind you. Just home. Gina anchored herself to one of her nearby friends, with the hope of stopping the world from reeling around her. Becca and Nessa exchanged some terse words—maybe Nessa was sad that the party was ending, too. Oh, well. Gina joined Agnes in drinking water.
Now that they were outside, the sweat was cooling on the gargoyle’s skin and a faint wind whipped around them, chilling Gina to the bone. It’d be good to go home, change clothes, and bundle up in a blanket. The car rolled to the curb—the Uber—and Nessa stepped towards the car. It’d be a process for the gargoyle to clamber in, so she let the brunette go ahead.
Agnes kissed the gargoyle upon her freckled cheek, bidding her a goodnight.
>> ”Please be careful, hon. Remember, don’t drink anymore and don’t sleep on your back. Just in case. Goes for both of you. Happy birthday.”
Gina wrapped her sister in a hug, offering a pointed, “I can’t sleep on my back anyways, silly goose.”
Wings, remember?
Gina hugged Becca as well, giving her a faint squeeze, before telling both of her sisters, “Let’s not be strangers anymore, okay? We should get together more often.”
That being said, Gina wedged herself into the car, tucking her wings underneath her. She pulled the door shut, making sure her wings were completely inside. After verifying the address with the driver, Gina waved to her sisters chipperly. She waved until they left the curb, rolling into the darkness.
“What a night,” the gargoyle breathed, unfastening her bun.
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Nessa had been the first to shuffle into the Uber car, leaving three old friends to share farewells for the evening. Rebecca and Agnes made things complicated for so many people, but at least the old trio of Gina, Becca, and Aggie was back together, and this time they would learn from their mistakes. Becca accepted the hug from her oldest American friend and gave the drunk birthday girl a parting kiss on the cheek. ”Agreed. Ne’er again. Happy birthday, Gina.”
Of course, friendship was not the only place where Rebecca was looking to learn from her mistakes, even as she made new ones. Waiting until the first car rolled away, the redhead held her phone up for Agnes to see the reservation confirmation for a room at the Slate Hotel. ”Sae… Ah loove stairwells as much as th’ next girl, bit whit dae ye say we caa a car fur an efterparty ay uir ain.” Despite their public spot on the curb, Rebecca could not resist getting closer, pressing herself against Agnes. She was trying to show some level of restraint she did not possess until they were in a space of their own.
And for the record, there would be no “next girl.” Not for either of them. Rebecca was finally sure of that.
Meanwhile, the “last girl” was in the back seat of a different car, paired off with a new, very sweet new friend who was totally unaware of how Nessa’s night had just come crashing down.
”What a night.”
Nessa put on a brave face and smiled. If everything else was going to hell around her, at least she could be glad to see a good woman happy with how her birthday turned out. Still feeling the effects of alcohol and sadness, she rested her head gently on Gina’s shoulder. ”Yeah. What a night.”