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If there was one thing Mythril had that she could greatly appreciate it was a decent party scene. Upon first arrival she may have made a bad impression on some important folks, but it wasn't something she couldn't handle. Giselle had lived her entire vampire life moving constantly, and to be honest now that she no longer had her maker at her side her will to really be overly careful was slowly going out the window. Who cared if something happened to her? No one. God it was depressing to think about, which was why she spent her time instead distracting herself with things like parties and entertaining strangers.
She'd invited herself to a party that was being hosted by one of the locals, convincing one with a weak form of glamour that they'd met at the dudes work and since she was a fun person to be around why not take her along? Once they arrived together she left him be and did her own thing anyway. Whoever owned the house, the host of the party she assumed, had pretty decent taste at least. A view of the beach could be seen off of a large back deck. If she hopped over it she could probably walk down to the beach too. Alas inside of the house was where all the drinks and fun resided, and being alone with her thoughts on the beach sounded...lame as hell.
Giselle tossed an empty can she'd drank within a few minutes, and set it on the kitchen table as she made her way toward the kitchen. She was had to weave around a few groups of people, standing around and chatting, laughing at lame jokes she didn't have the attention span to listen to. Once she made her break to the kitchen though she was pleased to find that it was mostly clear for her to rummage around. She beamed as she dipped into the fridge, scrounging for harder liquour that she could take. The blonde hummed in a chipper, pleased tune, as she found a bottle of straight vodka in the freezer, which she closed without much care now that she'd discovered her treat. She took a step forward, about to turn down the hall to maybe look for someone to rope into some careless fun with her, that is, until she bumped into a shorter, smaller person.
"Shit!" She hissed as the open bottle in her hand tipped and spilled what she could smell to at least be a few good shots - she swore - all over this stranger. That was the opposite of fun. "Jesus watch where you're going." It may have been her fault too, but it wasn't like she needed to take responsibility. She took a step back, adjusted the bottle to her left hand and flicked the her other hand after it dripped with vodka. Then she lifted her eyes to really set them with a look of her displeasure.
Had you told Ma-ri she would be out in some sort of wild social function--because all she had been to in her past where for the elite and pristine her mother had so walked circles on and around--well as they say, Ma-to would have thought you absolutely mad. Parties....parties in general had never agreed with the more quiet bookwormish young woman. The time of her life usually consisted of the touch of the moon or sun, tea, and a lovely book to read.
This though, this was....absolute insanity. It would be okay Ma-ri, they said. It will be fun they said. It would be good for her, help her be a little more open to people they said. Honestly the only thing this made Ma-ri want to do was....close herself further off. She felt too anxious, arms had settled to hug at herself while others drank, laughed, and danced. Her friends had hovered for awhile but in the end, it had been Ma-ri who insisted they go and have fun instead of standing around with her. Though she had been brave enough to do some dancing. Brave until a friend of hers got swept up by some guy and then another had thought to do the same to the petite witch.
It had been the thing to set her on the course she was on now. Broke away she had, feeling....horribly invaded. People touching her she couldn't say she was terribly fond of. At least people she didn't know, and then even with her friends sometimes it was still hard to remember what a hug was. This thing people did out of affection. This thing that was acceptable and in which you had to wrap your arms around another person. Warmth had not been a thing much given to her in life and she knew it wasn't just because....of her shameful entrance into this world.
In panic, she had gone to seek out a bathroom and when that seemed occupied--stupid move Ma-ri of course it would be with a bunch of drunk people at a party--she just...wandered and wandered in circles while rubbing her arms while she felt her anxiety just freaking build to the point where she just wanted to cry. She had just started to turn around again when someone smacked right into her, something cold splashing her skin and staining her blouse though at the moment Ma-ri couldn't be bothered with it because her hands raised to her mouth, lowered and raised again each time she tried to speak.
"O-oh! I am......I am so...so sorry." she managed though perhaps her voice was too low over the music. Probably so. Honestly the only time her voice ever rose was when someone flustered her enough and then she....tended to yell. Charming right? No wonder she had been disowned. It was then she realized nothing had gotten on--the much taller but then everyone was taller then her five feet two inches of height--the other woman....and was more on her. Tears started to brim just then. Fuck. Fuck
Fuck her life.
As a general rule she avoided get into things with strangers, situations that were mostly just petty. No she wasn't the type of vampire that would eat you for revenge over a ruined shirt, or even spilled liquor in this case - she'd just eat you without needing any real reason honestly but that was besides the point. Unless she was in a particularly hostile mood, she wasn't usually so petty, and at the moment she wasn't on that level of pissed. Yes, seeing her alcohol spilled on some stranger annoyed the hell out of her, but then she got to looking at the stranger in question.
Obviously the first thing she couldn't help but notice was the wet spot on the girls shirt, though her gaze lifted as she frowned. Giselle stared, half glaring still, as she listen to the girl sputter under all the loud noises in the room. If she weren't a vampire it would have been far more difficult to hear her. She would have no doubt missed everything she'd said honestly. Human's had such shitty hearing. That said watching this girl stammer, hearing her awkward attempt of an apology, Giselle could quite easily tell that this chick was completely out of her comfort zone. Even what she was wearing seemed far too formal in comparison to Giselle's cut up band t-shirt, skinny jeans, and boots.
Giselle scoffed at the woman, and was literally seconds from just brushing past her and nudging her out of the way. However, rolling her eyes she had lingered, and when she looked at the girl again and saw signs of tears, literal tears, forming in her eyes something in her just-..She hadn't a fucking clue honestly, but the girl just looked a fuckin wreck. Giselle had wanted to find someone to drag off somewhere, but this girl wasn't the type that came to mind. The deer in headlights look was just making it strangely impossible for her to just tell her to fuck off though.
Giselle sighed, then reached out to take one of the girls wrists before she could object. "Follow me." So much for leaving the kitchen. Giselle turned back, holding the girls wrist firm enough to tug her along but not enough to hurt her. Vampire or not she still knew what a human could handle, usually. Once back into the kitchen she walked to the sink, let go of the woman's, and set her prized bottle on the counter beside it. In the meantime she tried to remember how to be social, how people interact in a more 'normal' sort of way. When she reached for the faucet in the sink and turned it on to rinse her hand off first, she was still reaching for what the hell she was supposed to say.
When she glanced over her shoulder she was honestly just hoping that this girl hadn't actually started letting those tears of hers flow. Giselle looked her over again though, scrutinizing her admittedly, but not as harshly. She seemed like..the 'nice' type, which was sad for her that she'd bumped into Giselle. "Did you have one too many to drink or something?" She asked, trying to start conversation while also prying a little. Again, it really had been quite awhile since she'd had to talk to someone that seemed relatively ..normal? Yea, this chick looked pretty- well a lot- mundane as hell.
Lucky her Giselle had aquainted herself with the kitchen a little earlier before she'd stepped outside. Without needing to scrounge for it she turned to a drawer by the stove and found a clean hand towel. She closed it back up, dried her hands then turned to the blonde. Looking down at her, Giselle handed out the towel to the girl. "Here. At least Vodka is clear." Once the towel was accepted she'd fold her arms over her chest loosely. She tilted her head as she stared. It was probably rude to do that, but she couldn't help it. What else was she supposed to look at? "What's your name?" Whatever the hell had possessed her to ask that was beyond her. After asking she felt like a complete idiot, but at least she was capable of hiding her personal displeasure. Putting names to faces was never a good idea in her case.
The wet spot on a white shirt with a rather lacy white bra beneath the shirt mind you was.....embarrassing. Though what was more embarrassing perhaps was the fact that to her horror she began to realize you could realize that it was in fact, a more lacy sort of bra beneath the shirt now that it was wet in spots and why had she chosen to be so impractical. She honestly had never worn....something like that before under the rule of her house hold but you know. A year an some change of exile and life to figure out how to live on her own. Sometimes you had to say fuck it and learn some freedoms and what you liked and....she was massively regretting her designs right at this moment.
Perhaps the only good thing in the moment that it was another woman around her because Ma-ri was just...that sort of sheltered being not to think first off "Oh hey, a woman could be attracted to this too," and thank goodness for it because it was possibly the only saving grace of the moment, the only thing really that kept those tears from brimming over thick blonde lashes. For now anyway. Just for now. Couldn't really call it five minutes from now. Her emotions at times, were rather treacherous things. Sh expected though, to be yelled at further more for her clumsiness--because ever was it always her fault didn't you know--but to her surprise she was only met with a look of irritation at best. She'd take it. Another blessing to help her keep her fraying strings together.
She had been trying to put together words to excuse herself, perhaps apologize more profusely, but before she could the woman seemed to make a decision of her own. Oh, how terribly embarrassing. Perhaps one might enjoy the fact that someone was being kind but honestly Ma-ri just felt like a terrible burden that this woman clearly felt she was too fragile to deal with it on her own. Though to her regard, she probably did. Fuck her life. She hardly spoke against or tried to rally backwards at the pull to her wrist, simply following the woman back toward the kitchen area and quickly pieced together just what perhaps she intended to do. Kindness, but gosh, Ma-ri still couldn't shake feeling so damn burdensome. She tried to make a mental note to....try and pay the woman back some way for her kindness. It was only right after all wasn't it?
[n]"o-oh...No. No. Nothing at all."[/b] Sadly. Though she didn't really...trust people not to try and spike drinks. She had heard that was a thing at parties and seeing as she didn't know any of these people--well except where ever her friends had floated off too--at this party, yeah. She definitely didn't trust it. She had a water bottle she had brought on her own and nursed until she finished it and figured she'd drink from the tap if she got thirsty through the night. A moment after her confession however, she realized just how....terribly lame she might be sounding and how much more a spazz she might be painting herself to be. Perhaps inebriated she would have had more leeway.
When she was released she went back to cross her arms, then frowned realizing she still was damn from the alcohol and let her arms fall to her sides. Fingers pinching at the pink material of the skirt she had tucked into her blouse. Rubbed it between her fingers in a small fidgety sort of way while she watched Giselle poke about though easily enough found a kitchen cloth. After a moment it was extended to her and Ma-ri took it with a soft "Thank you," and carefully padded it at her arms then....frowned a bit as she tried to use it so sponge up her shirt just a bit. Not much use. When she finished drying off she placed the towel on the counter and raised her hands to tuck...well wisps of hair behind her ears. Another nervous habit because the rest of her long blond locks were scooped up into a messy but some how still elegant looking bun.
When asked her name she peered back up at the woman, certain she would probably make past her any moment. Looking at her now she certain looked....edgy. Though Ma-ri certainly didn't like to judge books by their covers just...usually girls that appeared as she did....didn't mix well with pastel princess looking ladies like herself. She frowned at the thought, scolding herself mentally already. The stranger had been kind. It was so rude to think like that. "Ma-ri." Came her answer a short moment later as she dropped her gaze to her hands a moment as they clasped in front of her, then peered back up at the woman.
"What...what's yours?" Because this was properly holding a conversation right? That was what you were supposed to do when someone asked your name right? Of course it was and it was silly to think she even had to wonder about it but...old wounds sometimes don't heal very fast and Ma-ri had many to start healing from.
Nothing at all? She was pretty quick to admit that she was a noble sober. It was terribly lame, but admittedly she couldn't help but smirk because of it. Who admitted things like that so eagerly? Giselle wondered how old this chick was, but she didn't believe she was underage. Who would bring some underage kid to a party like this? Considering the possibilities sort of made her second guess her assumption that the girl was legitimately old enough to be here. That was probably a bad thing, but was it her responsibility to make sure some young thing made it home okay? Hell no! She wasn't a babysitter.
"Seriously?" Giselle raised a brow and leaned into the corner space where either end of the counters met. "What are you, someone's ride home?" God she hoped so, because she'd already glanced at the girl's chest and couldn't help but notice the bit of lace that she could see under her clothes and it was seriously wrong for her to be staring at a minor. To be honest it was probably wrong for her to stare at anyone realistically, but just because she was dead inside and out didn't mean she didn't have needs too. Thinking about it just brought up more sad memories about her maker though, so she was quick to distract herself from it once Ma-ri introduced herself.
"Giselle." She should have lied considering the amount of trouble she'd been getting into lately, but she didn't think she'd have another chance meeting with this girl again. She looked too...prim to be seen in the places that the vampire found herself in. "I would say its a pleasure to meet you, but I ruined you're nice..shirt." She snickered, because calling this girls fancy looking shirt just that was weird. "Well, maybe improved since I sterilized it for you." What was she actually doing? Honestly she would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't lingering just because she thought this girl was kind of cute, but the deer in headlights thing was endearing.
"So..how old are you?"
Clearly Ma-ri had never been one of the cool kids....and sort of far too honest for her own good at times. Lies even the faintest had never been allowed when it came to being...except for the very biggest lie of all. Even now she was still a lie, and cursed to keep lying all her life. If you were gifted in a sightful sort of magic, you'd see the red string of her curse knotted up around her throat like a intricate ribbon that looked far too complex to try and unravel. At least, that was what a curse breaker had once told her in her travels. Not something she had actually tried to seek herself. She was just ever unlucky in running into people to always remind her of her sad predicament.
But none of that! Ma-ri....honestly tried to make the best of it. She really did. Life was already tragic, she tried to see the positive. She was free wasn't she? She was free to make her own decisions, figure out her own life. It just wasn't....easy, but then nothing ever is, isn't it? At least nothing worth it. Or at least that was supposed to be some wise words spread from lips to lips of sage advice to give. Positive. She tried so hard to remain positive. Well despite you know, how crippling awkward she could be. How bad her anxiety could get. How she really didn't know how to communicate still like a proper human being. She was always saying soft prayers under her breath to any gods that might be listening. Give her the strength for the day, give her a lightness to her step.
Today just didn't...exactly seem to be so light. But! If she tried to think of the positive of it, this woman couldn't have been so kind to her for her clumsiness. So maybe her prayers of the day and all in between were indeed, still being answered? Her hands unfolded, went back to fidgeting with the material of her skirt between her fingers as the woman asked about her sobering status and possible driving position. A small, barely there smile touched her lips coupled with a small graceful roll of her shoulders. "I...I don't think that it was their...intention. But I might end up being the driver." Well no, she was sure it was very likely and she was sure the woman in present company would agree and draw the same conclusion. "I'm....not very good with parties." She glanced up at the woman almost shyly with a nervous smile to boot. Clear it was though, again, she was so sure.
Either way upon hearing the woman's name Ma-ri couldn't help but smile a little more. It was a beautiful name, really. It was elegant and still...something wild. It suited, as she imagined the woman before her was...perhaps quite like that. But no judgment yet to be called. "Nice name." She complimented softly, and hell, managed a small laugh. Really, maybe this woman had been an answered prayer after all because for a total stranger she was sure distracting her from her previous turmoils and that was a rather hard thing for a stranger to accomplish with Ma-ri.
Again, her right hand raised to tuck wisps of hair that would never stay behind one dainty looking ear, then settled back at her side to go right back to fiddling with her skirt. "Oh...I don't know. I've had worse encounters. This one is kind of nice. Th-...thanks for the sanitation?" She offered in a half playing half unsure voice as she peeked back up to give the woman another small smile in hopes she wasn't being too terribly lame. She was so very aware of just how freaken lame she could be. Painfully so. So freaken awkward. At the question of her age though she made a small face. Just small. Her lips quirking slightly to the right. She still got carded every time she went out with friends and they wanted to go to a bar. "Legal, I assure you." She started, then lamely added, "Twenty-three."
Being the sober noble sounded so boring. Unsurprisingly Ma-ri didn't appear too bothered by the idea though, well, aside from how awkward she looked in general. This setting was just clearly not one very fitting for her. The girl admitted as much a moment later, making Giselle feel pretty good about herself that she'd guessed right. She gave herself the mental pat on the back, even if making such an assumption about the girl surely wasn't rocket science. "Yea I can tell." She'd said without really thinking, but after it came out of her mouth she didn't really regret saying it. She wasn't supposed to be here trying to impress some human. That said maybe talking to Ma-ri could still entertain her.
Giselle secretly wondered if she could get her to drink, and just how much. She grinned at the timidly spoken compliment. It didn't so much make her feel all warm and fuzzy inside, but made her wonder if this girl was hitting on her, but no. There was no way. As said she seemed too 'plain' and with how anxious she had been Giselle didn't think she'd actually just start flirting with a girl after nearly being brought to tears by said girl. Poor thing. A part of her felt bad that Ma-ri had been the one to bump into her, but at leas she hadn't tried taking a bite out of her yet - because trust that Giselle did think she looked appetizing.
She's had worse encounters huh? 'You have no idea who you're talking to' God it was still weirdly cute though. Like looking at a sad puppy, an ignorant sad puppy. At least she was legal. In most cases it was probably rude to ask a woman for her age, but at least Giselle wasn't trying to insult her with it. "Hm. Sorry for asking you just look young." Twenty three made more sense, and made Giselle feel far less like a creep despite the fact that she was centuries older anyway.
"I make it a point not to talk to kids." She joked, and gave the woman a smirk before she turned to reach for the bottle of vodka she'd set on the counter. Her words may have been a joke but she was still being fairly serious. She disliked teenagers, and looking at anyone younger made her sick. There was probably some sort of truly disturbed psychological reason for that, that any shrink would have a hay day picking apart, but she could care less she just avoided them all together. When she'd turned to face the woman again she uncapped the bottle and took a swig of it. The burn only lasted a disappointing second or two, but it was nice while it did last.
Giselle ran her tongue over her lower lip as she eyes Ma-ri once more, shrugging as she raised the bottle out. "Would you want a drink? I could make you something." She could be nice too when she tried, but she had ulterior motives. Giselle wondered what kind of drunk this girl was. "Screw your friends. They can find their own rides home."
The young witch could hardly take offense to the other woman's blunt words. It was simply true, she had confessed to much, though if anything she couldn't help but feel just a small bit more lame. She knew she wasn't....exciting okay. She was very well aware of it. Exciting to Ma-ri was a roller coaster at an amusement park alright. Something she had only recently discovered in life because even something as simple as that, her mother had denied her in her years growing up. Amusement parks were disgusting little germ filled places for children to get lost, the food was disgusting, and the lines were ridiculous. The list could go on with things her mother had said about anything that seemed remotely family friendly unless it were some sort of fine and fancy coven meeting or luncheon.
Also bars. But again. Bars seemed more like a tame sort of party. Honestly though she much preferred the bars. Either way, she was sure she was going to bore this poor woman to death. Really, again, she hardly seemed the sort to really want to take too much in conversation with someone like her. Giselle didn't seem like a more introverted shy sort of person that Ma-ri knew she was. She seemed....like she was more care free, and if so, that was something Ma-ri could admire. She always admired those brave enough to be seen. Loud and fun and sassy. Even with the...well, even with trying to break her molds she wasn't very sure she'd ever be that. You could change yourself for the better but could a tiger, as they said, change their stripes? Unheard of.
A small wave of her hand was made, even if not very high in being raised. "It's fine." Because again, she got carded all the freaken time and mistaken for a teenage girl countless more. Make up wasn't much something she ever dabbled with beyond a little gloss, a light bit of eyeliner or eye shadow, but every now and again she'd try her hand at it to see if it helped her....seem older. She didn't know. It never seemed quite right on her face and tonight she hadn't bothered either. Her smile remained however at her next comment, a small nod being made. "Makes sense." Gods was she even supposed to reply to that? That was supposed to be kind of a joke right? Because yes surely it was smarter to....not be too familiar with children at a party but---ugh.
With the moment of silence that followed, Ma-ri glanced slightly off back toward the party. It seemed more like the thing to call Giselle's name than stand here with her and she was just so very sure she'd leave in the next few moments. Pleasantries had been made and all, and again, she just didn't seem the kind of person to want to hang out with someone like herself. She seemed like one that would have more fun with other....party going fuck and loud people. It just made sense honestly, and though logically it seemed sound in her mind it still sort of bothered her. It always bothered her knowing that she never seemed...right for people.
That said it surprised her, so very much, when she was offered a drink. Her gaze shifting back to Giselle as the sound of her having taken a swig from the bottle still rung in her ear. It....made her so fucking nervous. Pathetic right? Made her so nervous and a bit anxious but....stupidly excited and even more so when she said "Screw her friends" like maybe....maybe she did want to spend more time with her? Because...was that the sort of thing someone said before they paroozed off with you right? Still her blue hues dropped to the bottle, lips parting as her teeth bit at her lower lip while she thought it over. Would that be okay? Clearly Giselle was drinking from it, so that meant it was okay right? Nothing funny there? "O-okay." She finally stammered, heat flushing across her pale face. "That'd be...cool." Gods strike her down on how she said "cool" like an uncool kid trying to be cool in saying the word cool. Mercy. Please, mercy.
She chuckled, unable to help it at her reaction and the way she responded. It seemed apprehensive, and she definitely seemed wary at least, but it was a good thing that she was to be honest. Innocent little doe perhaps, but even the most fragile of humans could sometimes sense that she was no good. Giselle was a predator after all, a monster, a vampire. Her intentions for attending this party hadn't even been innocent. Free drinks, nice trashy music to listen to, and a good meal. That was why she was here, with the full intention of taking a bite out of someone, but alas it was what she had to do to survive anyway. She never once felt bad for it, even if she should, but humans freakin sucked.
"Alright then." She smiled, and leaned off the edge of the counter. Giselle set down the bottle and went to find a glass from one of the over head cabinets, then to the fridge where she scanned for something to mix it with. "Mmmmm..Do you like orange juice? Oooh or we can mix it with lemonade." Giselle glanced over her shoulder at the prim blonde, giving her a teasing shrug with her shoulder. Whichever she decided Giselle would retrieve from the fridge, shaking it as she shut the door and turned back to the counter.
"So what's with your clothes honestly?" She chuckled, teasing mostly of course but come on. "Did your friends drag you here after work or something?" It had been one of the first things she couldn't help but notice about the girl, the obvious sign that she didn't belong. If she wasn't dressed for work it looked as though she were prepared for a date or something. "Unless you were trying to get lucky?" Giselle glanced at her before she started pouring her drink.
Some witches made some sort of detectors or some such thing against vampires. Ma-ri honestly had yet to meet one...and maybe that made her rather silly in not having something to protect herself. Though she did know quite a few spells of protection should she need it. As of the moment? Hardly did she know just what or who she was staring at....and even then some witches were wary of vampires she heard other say there were some decent ones. Ma-ri wasn't really sure what to take on it. Her mother had always called them scum, but at times useful scum, but scum none the less. But her mother used to say a lot of things.
The heat of her blush still burned against her cheeks which Giselle pushed off the counter and she thought it a blessing the woman didn't pick at her for it. Her arms raised only to cross over her chest while Giselle was quick to busy herself with making her a drink and it dawned on her. Had she even ever had vodka before? A small frown touched her face as she tried to think of the few more....fruity mixed drinks she sometimes sipped at when her friends took her to a bar. She knew the strawberry margarita she usually got had tequila. But sure tequila was possibly just as bad as vodka on a scale of how fast you could possibly get sauced on it. She made a mental note not to drink too much because Gods above, sometimes she got buzzed on one of those large margaritas even.
Choices though, at the choices she hummed lightly before settling with the thought of lemonade. "Maybe lemonade?" She asked in...answer. Silly she knew but she was going to simply just trust the other woman seeing as she seemed to know what she was doing when it came to possibly mixing drinks. Or so Ma-ri hoped. Either way who knew, she could absolutely end up disliking vodka. But she hoped not. She didn't want to....disappoint this new acquaintance even if she was sure she'd probably...well most likely never see her again. It almost made her frown. Almost. It was silly to think she could possibly make a new friend, right? Who was to say Giselle simply wasn't taking pity on her and being kind enough to remain in keeping her company.
At the question of her clothes, teasing or no, Ma-ri glanced down. A frown in truth touching her fine features, arms unfolding from her chest to smooth her hands almost defensively down her outfit. What was wrong with it? Just because it wasn't....revealing like some other woman wore? What was wrong with a nice blouse and skirt? Okay, fine. She knew her tastes most often then naught didn't line up with other woman her age but...she still liked her outfit and she didn't care to...dress like some other girls. All the same it still flustered the fuck out of her to be teased about it. "T-there isn't anything wrong with it." She stumbled a bit, arms crossing again and before she could even attempt to say more Giselle asked if she had been---oh gods.
If her face hadn't been red before it certainly was now as her eyes widened, that uneasy feeling starting to land itself all over again as she shook her head. "No! Definitely not!" She answered oh so quickly, and in a pitch far louder than she had been speaking in while she shook her head. Oh gosh she was....she was talking too loud, she was yelling? She didn't know if she had reached yelling yet and the more panicked she felt the more flustered she got before she had to bite her nails into her arms to try and calm herself. Gods, she was going to--well no she already looked and sounded lame but surely she was just making it worse and so she thinning her lips and bounced at the back of her heals a moment while she glanced down, trying to even herself out. "I like my outfit. There isn't anything wrong with it."
She glanced over at Ma-ri hearing her louder defense. Her smile grew, and she laughed briefly before turning her attention to what she was doing. Oh she had noticed the deeper flush in the girls features, and made subtle note of the fact that her heart was beating a little louder too. God it just made her hungry, but Giselle had control of her eating habits. She was a grown vampire, thank you. After pouring two shots in the girls glass of lemonade she reached into another drawer for a spoon to stir it so the vodka wouldn't linger at the top.
Whether Ma-ri was being honest or not Giselle was still childishly amused that she'd gotten the girl to fluster. Did she really think that this girl had possibly come to this party to get lucky? Giselle couldn't honestly say. Even the innocent looking ones could still be pretty devious in their own way. The shy quiet types were the ones to look out for, as they say. She couldn't judge, nor did she. "I mean I wouldn't judge. I'll help you find your friends if it was one of them." Giselle grinned mischivously, then tossed the spoon in the sink.
Finally she turned to the girl, narrowing her eyes down at her skirt, then back up again after Ma-ri had nervously pressed down her clothes as it if they were in disarray. The only thing that was, was perhaps the girls shirt but she could tell it was drying slowly. The hint of lace she could see through it was only partly visible, and only at certain moments when she breathed. Giselle looked back up at the woman's features and sighed. "You're way too overdressed for a house party. It just looks like you came here on a date or something."
Gracefully she retrieved the glass from the counter, then held it out to her new companion. "It also looks like you just left a library, or a church service." And she hated church. Yes it was cliche as hell, 'the vampire that hated churches', whatever. Crosses might not burn her skin but she still despised religion as a whole. There was another deep dark fucked up reason for that too but she was never willing to talk about it. "Let me know if I need to add more." Of course she was mostly kidding, because if she was still making assumptions here this girl was probably a light weight and hardly ever drank in her life, but it was worth a shot.
The witch bounced some more at her heals, certain she was just being teased in....what she hoped to be a friendly sort of way but even so she was never well in knowing how to really deal with it. What to say how to say it. What sort of smile she might use. She also hated that it just might make her seem guilty. She wasn't that kind of person and it was just....frustrating that she didn't know how to say it other then perhaps in a way that might make her sound terribly whiny or maybe annoying or disappointing and there was just.....so much that could go wrong. It was like a yo yo feeling too, in thinking one moment maybe she could do this, and maybe it wasn't so bad she had allowed her friends to drag her here and then suddenly she wasn't so sure. She was always good for a laugh but never much the one laughing.
"I'm....I'm not like that." She insisted, looking anywhere but Giselle now, but then in a moment realized she needed to be doing the important thing and that was....watch this stranger make her drink. Was it stupid that she couldn't bring herself to look the other woman's way at the moment even knowing it might not exactly be the wisest thing to ignore in doing? He bit at the inside of her cheek, brows pulling together all the while trying to tell herself to calm down its just a joke she was just joking no reason to get absolutely worked up here. She knew she had grabbed a pocket stone on her way out of her apartment. Positive energies and an extra charm laid on it by yours truly honestly did a world of help at times.
"They are just my friends." She insisted, finally looking up as she heard a spoon clank against the sink upon being tossed in. Of course it was in that moment Giselle chose to turn back around and started looking her up. Sizing her up more the like and she felt her cheeks burn all over as she turned her head and looked away again. Stupid. This was so stupid. Surely she looked like a child like this but she simply couldn't help it. Her anxiety bubbled, her embarrassment brimmed. What she wouldn't give to feel normal for a day really. How nice would it be not to have all crippling social issues she had. To think too, she had been rather proud of herself a few minutes ago.
Her shoulders raised some in a shrug while Giselle continued to comment on her clothing. Still she didn't get what the big idea was. It was a nice skirt. It was a nice blouse. Certain styles weren't for everyone and she wasn't going to....wear something she didn't feel comfortable in. House party or no. Her gaze shifted back when she saw something coming toward her in her peripheral vision. A glass. She was being handed her glass and reluctantly Ma-ri released her hold on her arms and reached with her right hand to take the cup with a mumbled "Thanks," then just as slowly brought it to her lips to take a small sip. Much to her surprise it was actually....good. Very good and it showed on her expression as she peered down at the glass and licked her lips before taking another sip.
Her silence and sips taken, perhaps could have been the green light for it was all good to go but after her third she managed to give the woman a small smile despite all her teasing. "It is good. Thank you." Who knew vodka could be so good. Or maybe it was just the lemonade. Was vodka supposed to have a taste? Though she certainly felt a burn when she sipped it that definitely didn't happen with just regular lemonade. All of those things however, she kept to herself because after all this, she was most certain that if anything that had happened thus far would make her appear less that spectacular it would be her bubble of questions and observations on alcohol.
"So....what about you, hm? Where are your friends? Your date?" Her attempt at being brave through all her picking, though the moment the words left her lips she just felt....all the more anxious on just how that could backfire on her or maybe she was sounding pissy or rude and just....uhg. Socializing was so freaken hard. She needed a freaken spell for it. Or maybe someone just standing on the side lines with cue cards.
Giselle knew she was an asshole. Why be a sweet innocent little thing when she could just not give a fuck? Nevertheless, she sort of took the hint when Ma-ri reiterated to her that 'she wasn't like that'. "Yea yea okay whatever." She'd rolled her eyes, but overall it was her signal that she was dropping it. She was over it anyway. So this chick was single. It still struck her as freakin odd. She was cute and prim, just the sort that most guys wanted to corrupt or make their wives. On that note her nose scrunched thinking that she wasn't being so different - in wanting to corrupt the girl anyway.
She was more than happy to move their conversation along thanks to those really uncomfortable thoughts that entered her mind, coupled with memories that made her want to just end herself. She crossed her arms over her chest as she watched Ma-ri raise the cup to her lips, her own expression mostly passive until the girl praised her - or rather the taste of the drink she'd made. Giselle actually smiled, smirking at the shy tone Ma-ri had given her. "Good. Now we just need to work you up to straight shots." She teased, and lowered a hand from her arm to gently pat the girls arm with her knuckles.
In that brief moment of contact she felt how warm Ma-ri was. It was another one of her triggers, that made Giselle want to wrap this person into a trance so she could eat. Bad. It was bad because it wasn't safe, not while they were just hanging around the kitchen where anyone could see them in passing. It was a sin to be thinking of what ways she wished to feed on someone, especially a someone that was right in front of her. Giselle never claimed to be innocent though. As far as she was concerned she was evil, probably going to hell, so what did it matter?
"Do you wanna step outside?" The taller blonde smiled, her demeanor amused, but interested. "This music is literally awful." Giselle flashed the girl a dramatic look of disgust before rolling her eyes and smiling once more. "Besides, you can see the beach from the back deck."
Lame, she probably sounded lame in her insistence but it couldn't be helped. She didn't....she didn't like it when people assumed her to be some type of way. She had enough of it in her life. Ma-ri knew she wasn't the most exciting person, so when people saw that and could silently agree or if they wanted to be cruel enough to poke at it, then so be it. It was simply the fact of the matter. But she didn't want someone accusing her of being something so....uncomfortable. At least uncomfortable to her, very much so considering she had honestly had nothing but a few...botched kisses in life. Her past years had been stressful enough to really want to add romance to the mix. Not that her mother would ever allow it. Until that so fateful day she wanted her to meet her future husband and start planning the wedding.
She shuddered at the thought, pushed it aside though the woman's eyerolling did not go unnoticed in her momentary lost in her mind moment. Giselle was then, not the only one more than happy to move things along, though it still clung in the back of her mind. Still made her nervous. Was she acting a certain want to make Giselle think she was....well. She didn't like to degrade other women but perhaps a girl that enjoyed getting around and was comfortable with it, because again she was not that. She hadn't thought she ha---and she drew in a soft breath, forced herself to calm, watched Giselle mix her drink, took it when it was offered and tasted it, compliments full. No need for any of that. No need to over analyze as she did most moments in her day. That only served to make her a larger mess and that was ever embarrassing.
She was trying really hard not to embarrass herself further in front of this new stranger. Would it matter? Maybe not. Probably not, but for the moment Giselle seemed to want to spend her time with her no matter how rough around the edges she felt compared to herself and that...was nice in it's own way. So she was trying hard and only gave the woman a soft smile around the rim of her cup when she teased about working her up to shots. Now, that would definitely take some work. Not something she had ever done and...something she didn't quite think she could be coherence into doing even with a sort of nice stranger.
It made her feel a bit good about herself none the less that she was worth joking around with, and that such a small simple sort of friendly nudge was given as well. Another slow sip was taken before she reminded herself that pacing would be her very best friend and finally she lowered her glass from her lips, rolled her tongue over them to lick the last bit of taste from it before glancing off toward the crowds of people. Outside? It made her a bit nervous, but then she was already a bit of a ball of nerves already...and the music choice currently was just a bit awful. It was the beach that solidified the deal as she glanced toward a window. The beach sounded nice. Even if they didn't go on it, just to see it, maybe catch a bit of sound from the waves crashing, breath it in. The beach was always a nice sort of calm for the nerves wasn't it? And it was night. Quite beautiful, she found the beach to be at night.
"I think I'd like that." Ma-ri answered finally, living Giselle a bit of a more excited sort of smile. Just a bit before she started for the back door she had spied in the kitchen. Looked like it lead out to a little patio area and all. Seemed like a good place to simply relax a bit with a nice cup of booze and some new, for the most part, lovely company. "So...um....do you know anyone here?" She asked, hand on the door knob and after turning it, she slung it open carefully to step outside, the click of her heals soft and she automatically took in a deeper breath. The tease of ocean air hitting her senses. It made her smile all the more as she exhaled, eyes raising to look at the half moon in the sky, then lowered to see the beach off a bit in the distance, watched the reflection of the moon lick at the ocean waves, watched it ripple while she made her way to the railing that bordered the patio and leaned against it.
"Cool" Giselle grinned, and glanced over Ma-ri to peer at the glass sliding door located around the bend of the kitchen counter. She gestured to it with a nod, and made sure not to forget the bottle of vodka once Ma-ri moved away from the counter and started off toward the back door. Her question suddenly gave her deja vu however, and as the short blonde opened the door she paused a moment as she was hit with the feeling that-...Shit she'd asked if she'd come with someone hadn't she? To be fair Giselle did kind of space the hell out, and sometimes such trivial conversations so easily could go over her head if she weren't actively paying attention.
She chuckled though, because she found it amusing as hell to envision herself coming here with some idiot. "Hell no." She spoke partly through laughter, stepping through the open door and glad that as she shut it it cut off the louder thumping of the music behind them. Rap wasn't really her thing. "I go where I want when I want, and do who I want." Her grin tilted into a smirk as she turned to look at Ma-ri. She just had a feeling that the poor little princess didn't give herself such liberties in life, but then again most people didn't. Most people weren't as fucked off as Giselle, and most had actual lives to live, things they cared about.
The vampire raised the bottle to her lips and swallowed down a couple of gulps that burned as they went down. She stopped when her tongue felt tingly, but it went away within a few seconds, in the time it took her to walk toward one of the lounge chairs that faced the beach and plopped down onto it. "So what got you to come here, princess? It's obvious this isn't your scene. Did you just want a change of environment?" Giselle tilted her head to look at the woman, taking another long swig of her vodka while she waited.
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