Alcoholic Remedies (Kayla)

It had taken Dwyn all of two seconds to decide that a party was called for. She hadn't been dancing and drinking in forever. This night that would change. She quickly pulls on a pair of skinny jeans and a low cut tank-top before dashing out the door, leaving her newly cut hair down, to hang just below her shoulders. It was raining slightly and the water reminded Dwyn of another rainy night... with Flight. She shivered slightly at the thought of what they'd gotten up during then. Soon she was at the entrance to the Sewers and quickly climbed down, her single dagger banging quietly against her hip bone. She then walked towards her destination, a club that served anyone who had money. She quickly opens the door and steps inside, letting herself blend in with the crowd, letting herself become just another body hiding in plain view.

Now you can do this on your own
But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone
So get on the floor and grab somebody
Ain't nothin' but a White Trash Party
So let's have us a little bash
And if anyone asks
If there ain't no one but us trash
You dunno, you better akse somebody
Cuz we're havin' a White Trash Party

The first thing Dwyn does is head for the bar, intending to get wasted. She needed the fun, the senselessness. She sidles up, carelessly shoving people out of her way. Downing a few shots she soon had a nice buzz going and decided to dance. The pounding of the music and the swaying of sweaty bodies soon furthered her pleasure and she was finally enjoying herself. Then familiar fingers raked across her stomach, a delightfully enticing tongue sliding over her sweaty skin. A smile slides across Dwyn's face and her night suddenly seemed twice as good. "Do I? Are you sure it's not just the lights?" Her voice was a slurred purr, filled with new expectations and excitement. Then Flight somehow squeezes herself closer to Dwyn and her smile grows bigger. She runs a hand on Flight's thigh, a frown crossing her face when the pants get in her way. Then the smile returns as Flight's teeth find Dwyn's neck. She keeps dancing to the music, enjoying the press of bodies against her overheated skin. At Flight's next words Dwyn turns around, eying her friend. "Where else would I go for a drink? And I'm not the only one who's looking good tonight." Dwyn's smiles wolfishly as she grinds against Flight, putting her hands on the girls waist and pulling her closer. Then she slips her hands under Flight's shirt, her nails scraping against Flight's back. Then she leans closer, whispering in Flight's ear. "I'll just need a few more drinks... and then... there's a room in the back." She bites Flight's ear teasingly before moving down her neck, keeping time with the music. Her hands roam Flight's back, getting dangerously low.

Then Flight's back and Dwyn pushes away from the boy, chuckling as he steps back, dejected. The shot suddenly in Dwyn's shirt surprises her but she keeps dancing, glancing at the boys. She recognized one of them from the orphanage, he was as old as she was. She catches his eye and grins, then her attention turns back to Flight. A slight, uncontrollable shiver passes through her as Flight trails up her stomach and then to the shot glass. She tilts her head back, still dancing with the beat. Then, after Flight looks up Dwyn's face suddenly has a playful pout to it. "What? No shot for me?" Her words are silky smooth, just loud enough that only Flight can hear them.

"Poor boy." Dwyn thinks with a smile as she watches the kid. She lets Flight take control and just dances to the beat, grabbing a random drink and downing it in a single gulp. Tonight was definitely going to be fun, already was fun. A smirk became plastered on her face as Flight started to tease the boy. Dwyn didn't know him very well and probably wouldn't after this. Her smirk grew wider until Flight spun her around, to face the boy. Dwyn just keeps dancing, pulling him closer so she's sandwiched between the two. Too bad she was going to let Flight win.

Then Flight's gone and Dwyn smirks at the boy. She leans in, to whisper in his ear. "Maybe next time, eh?" She bites his ear, none to gently, and is gone, following Flight. As soon as she's out of the crowd she's suddenly cold but it's invigorating. She follows Flight into the room, closing the door firmly behind her. Then she turns around, a small giggle escaping her lips. The room was dimly lit and the bed was old and looked like it had already been used that night. She didn't care and instead pulls Flight to the bed, stumbling a bit as she goes. "You ready, sweets?"

As Dwyn is pushed onto the bed the tiny, sober part of her mind wonders what the boy will do now. She had to return to the orphanage someday... or else someone would come looking for her but she wasn't sure she wanted to see him again just yet. She smiled at the thought of the boys face just moments ago. Then Flight pulls off Dwyn's shirt and her thoughts go elsewhere... She quickly does the same to Flight, resisting the urge to rip it like she did the last time. She snares one hand in Flight's black hair and lets the other one scrape down the side of her back. Going clubbing tonight was definitely paying off.

Flight's words spark something in Dwyn and she pushes herself against Flight, wanting to be as physically close to her as possible. "You'd be the only one." Her words are just as slurred as Flight's, if not more so. Then she kisses Flight again, a strange hunger building up inside. It was just furthered by the alcohol and the pounding music. Into Flight's deliciously smooth skin she murmurs "Though I might have to give my friend back there a bit of a consolation prize." She smiles teasingly as she untangles her hand from Flight's hair and runs it down her side.

Then Dwyn grabs Flight and roughly rolls her over so Dwyn's on top. A mischievous grin crosses her face. "My turn." Then she grinds her hips hard against Flight's and goes to work on her neck, making a trail down to her stomach. Her breath is hot against Flight's skin as she sighs into it, grinning all the way. After a bit Dwyn makes her way back up to Flight's mouth, were she pressed down hard, her tongue questing for entrance. "Didn't I say I took what I wanted?"

Suddenly it seemed that Dwyn was the hottest thing in the room, everything else cool to the touch. Except Flight who was just as fiery as Dwyn. A smile crosses her face as Flight snaps the band in her underwear and then shimmies down her jeans with her feet. Dwyn's occupied with Flight's neck, licking and nibbling as she travels further downwards, stopping just below her heart. There she keeps going as Flight's hands tease her.

Dwyn's attention shifts for a second to the pounding on the door. She glares at it swiftly before turning back to Flight, who's stripping off the remaining fabric. She smiles and slides down, unzipping Flight's jeans with her teeth. The banging is soon forgotten as she then hooks her fingers into the waist band and pulls down. A grin is flashed at Flight before she goes back to teasing her stomach, inching lower with every breath. And then she travels back upwards, slowly.

Then she was back to Flight's mouth, grinding her hips against hers once more. The banging on the door got more intense and she sighed a bit, irritated. She moves to Flight's ear, nibbling and biting as she whispers "Who just can't leave us alone?" She smiles, knowing Flight feels the same way and then she lets her hand explore dangerously low on Flight's waist, going lower and lower. She'd decided it was time.

A slight sigh of displeasure escapes Dwyn as Flight once again takes control. but it's quickly forgotten as Flight moves down Dwyn's neck. Her hands go lower but don't go for the prize. She knew Flight wanted hers first. She was willing to let that happen... this once. A smile crosses her face at Flight's contained laughter. "He wouldn't dare." Her smile turns devilish as she kisses Flight again.

A shiver and a moan escape Dwyn as Flight's hands ghost against her skin, teasing her. She bites Flight's lips, feeling Flight's hand go closer to the prize. "But I don't beg..." She trails off, another moan escaping her lips as Flight's fingers finally find what she'd been hoping they'd find. The pounding on the door got louder and she just laughed, thinking of the boy.

Dwyn had slipped into a kind of alcohol induced euphoria as the night wore on. All sounds except for the ones she and Flight were making melted away, and only the beat of the music penetrated her blissful bubble. It was a very dirty pleasure she divulged in that night, one filled with sinful acts, ones that people would turn their noses at and look away. God did it feel good. Every part of her throbbed with pleasure, every part of her hypersensitive to Flight's touch.

If there was any innocence in Dwyn, any childish nonsense you'd expect to find in a 15 year old, it was totally destroyed that night, and she let it happen, even encouraged it, with a smile on her face. Because... for once in her life, she had someone she trusted absolutely. It was just a bonus that they could have this much fun. With those happy thoughts she continued on long into the night, until she fell into an exhausted sleep.

Pounding at the door finally makes Dwyn open her eyes. Sunlight streams through the windows and she squints, cussing at the sudden headache the sharp light creates. It seemed her guiltless pleasures last night had a price to them. Then Flight moves and Dwyn rolls over, looking towards the door. The voice answering Flight's question is one she recognized and she let out another string of cuss words before sitting up, putting her hand to her head. She glares at Flight when she does nothing to make the pounding go away.

"Hmph." She grabs the only blanket and clutches it loosley around her, cussing as she stands up. The world spins beneath her feet and it's only her years of balancing in trees and on rooftops that keeps her steady. She walks to the door, fury in her eyes. She glares at the boy, completely ignoring her friend on the bed. His eyes take both their forms in with surprise but he doesn't back up and only looks at her, a strange determination in his eyes. Dwyn's eyes narrow and her voice is cold and hard when she talks. "What the hell do you want? I have a bloody hangover and you're just making it worse."