oh, sweetie. your complicated isn't even getting you laid? that's the best part of complicated.
( only good part, if you ask her. complicated relationships often contributed to great sex, that's the only thing they had going for them. )
okay, no more complicated talk. let's forget the complicated. what are your thoughts on drinking and dancing? that's the best way to forget pretty much anything.
[ Something that if she's honest with herself, Aerith really needs. (Not that she'll ever admit it to anyone else even if she did admit it to herself.) ]
Oh! I've seen it. I just haven't been in. But if there's drinking and dancing, then I'm in. Gotta enjoy ourselves, right?
[ Honestly, if Aerith had it her way, she'd be wearing red, not pink. She loves her pink, of course she does, but when it comes to evening wear? Her favorite is definitely that piece Madame M bestowed on her for her meeting with Don Corneo. Probably, at some point, she should ask the Augur, see if she can't get some version of it over here. Still, she's got something cute enough to wear, definitely pink, and there's a bright smile on her lips when she shows up outside the Dive. When it comes to things she needs, a relaxing night out is high on the list.
More reasons that a color other than pink might have been better. But that's thought pushed aside for now. She's here to have fun, not to worry. To drink and dance and... well. Other things were discussed too, weren't they?
The problem with being alone for too long is that Aerith's mind tends to run off on its own, and with the situation as it is of late, said mind has a habit of being unpredictable. So it's a relief when she spies Carmilla coming toward her, standing on tip-toe despite the heels of her strappy shoes and greeting her with a wave. ]
( they're of like minds. nothing like a bit of blood red to say you're looking to have a good night. case in point, Carmilla isn't quite the cliche she usually is, and is wearing red herself. thanks to velvet being on her card, she has bullied dispensers constantly for new clothes. it's cold enough these days she appreciates the extra warmth of velvet, too. she doesn't generate much of her own heat, after all.
Carmilla is not usually one to be early, but hey, for particularly pretty girls she'll make an exception. she offers Aerith a smile too, pleased despite herself. Aerith was pretty as it was, but all dolled up? she's impressed. )
Hi there, gorgeous. ( Aerith opted for heels, which seems to be the only reason she's got a little height on her. fuck it, though — she lifts on her own toes to press a kiss to Aerith's cheek. ) What do you think — drinks before dancing?
[ Speaking of impressed - there's a lift of Aerith's brows when Carmilla actually gets up close, a hint of red on her cheeks, though whether it's before or after the kiss pressed to her cheek, she's not sure she can say. The other woman is beautiful in a completely different way to when they met on the beach, and it's enough to cause some embarrassment, especially with what they've talked about before.
That's not meant to be the focus right now, and yet her brain keeps drifting back to it, curiosity and nervousness teaming up to keep her thoughts engaged. ]
Drinks, dancing, then maybe more drinks?
[ Perhaps it's the nervousness that leads to her response, even as a bright smile forms on her lips after the words are spoken. She's not suggesting blackout drunk, of course, but just enough to take the edge - of nervousness, but also of complication - off. ]
( true, she'd not exactly been dressed to the nines on an overcrowded, overheated beach — vampires and direct sun didn't mix, even if Carmilla wasn't the type to literally melt after sun exposure. tonight she's dressed intending to impress, and she's never been subtle about dressing up for girls she's interested in.
she skipped the corset and leather pants this time around, though. and not just because the last time she tried that combo she got tied to a chair for two weeks. Aerith is a lady, beautiful and soft and rosy all over — she can tone down the angry goth on rare occasion to properly suit her company. Carmilla has intentionally dressed more approachable, warm and welcoming, even. she doesn't expect anything but drinks and dancing, but nobody ever said she couldn't make the prospect of more than that tempting.
she laughs, a warm smoky rumble, at the suggestion. ) My kinda girl. ( drinks before and after, huh? sounds like a plan to her. she catches Aerith's hand and winds their fingers together to lure her toward the bar. ) Just be careful with the A label, they make it to get you hot under the collar. ( while the warning might be against the interest of warming Aerith up to the idea of another girl, Carmilla isn't interested in forcing things. aphros were only fun when you knew they were coming. )
[ The warning is one that Aerith certainly appreciates; the few times she's been under the influence of aphro or similar since arriving in the Nameless City have not had good lasting effects on her, even if they were good in the moment. If anything happens with Carmilla, she would prefer not to have doubts about it, to not look back with questions or foggy memories. So she nods, offering the other a smile. ]
Thanks. I think I'll stay away from that one this time. [ She tilts her head, her words thoughtful as she continues. She doesn't know how to explain it. ] I don't really like being out of control, if that makes sense.
[ Still, she holds Carmilla's hand tight as they thread through toward the bar. Drinking and dancing while still being able to keep her head - it sounds like a good time to her at least, especially with someone as friendly as the other.
Although, it occurs to her that she really doesn't know a whole lot about the other woman yet, and so once they're seated at the bar a few moments later, she turns to her, a tilt of her head betraying her curiosity. ]
It makes sense. ( Carmilla is very much the same, in fact, she more than simply does not like being out of control. she despises it, hates it. too much of her existence was forcibly out of her hands, at the whims of her Maman or her parents or Vordenberg or anyone else that had treated her like a possession instead of a person. now that she's on her own, now that she's free to do what she wants and only what she wants, with no need to consider input or commands from anyone else... even the slightest lapse in that freedom stings.
it's happened enough here that she actively avoids it. and does what she can to help other girls avoid it, too.
that said, admitting her hangups on control and her natural cat vamp tendency to constantly dance along the line of losing it would really hinder her careless, sulty vibe. so of course she doesn't mention why she understands. just that she does.
then she focuses on finding them a relatively quiet spot, demanding attention from one of the robot bartenders, and settling near Aerith as she finds a spot on a barstool. Carmilla stands next to her, leaning slightly on the bar and more towards her company. because it keeps them close, and while she could say it's the noise it's mostly because she wants to be close that keeps her there. ) What do you want to know? ( telling people about herself is not exactly one of her stronger suits. give her a place to start, cutie. )
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hey, cutie. how are you settling in?
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[ She's pretty sure she remembers the username, but she wants to be completely certain. ]
I'm doing okay. It's been rough settling in, but things are getting better~
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yeah, this shithole does take some getting used to. but eventually you do. it helps when you're getting laid left and right, i notice
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Complicated, you know?
Like we talked about, I could definitely do with a little less of that.
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( only good part, if you ask her. complicated relationships often contributed to great sex, that's the only thing they had going for them. )
okay, no more complicated talk. let's forget the complicated. what are your thoughts on drinking and dancing? that's the best way to forget pretty much anything.
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[ Not just for forgetting things, either, but for fun. It really feels like she hasn't had anywhere near enough fun since she's arrived in the City. ]
Are there places we can do that here??
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sure. it's called the dive, and it definitely is one, but it has drinks and it has dancing. the whole island is a dive, so it's better than nothing.
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Oh! I've seen it. I just haven't been in.
But if there's drinking and dancing, then I'm in.
Gotta enjoy ourselves, right?
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so the question is: when works for you, sugar?
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I'm free whenever, really... is there a time that works best for you?
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( understatement... of.... the century... . . ... )
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Name a night, Carmilla, and I'm all yours~
[ The flirting is 100% accidental. ]
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okay. tomorrow, then.
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okay then. tomorrow.
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[ Honestly, if Aerith had it her way, she'd be wearing red, not pink. She loves her pink, of course she does, but when it comes to evening wear? Her favorite is definitely that piece Madame M bestowed on her for her meeting with Don Corneo. Probably, at some point, she should ask the Augur, see if she can't get some version of it over here. Still, she's got something cute enough to wear, definitely pink, and there's a bright smile on her lips when she shows up outside the Dive. When it comes to things she needs, a relaxing night out is high on the list.
More reasons that a color other than pink might have been better. But that's thought pushed aside for now. She's here to have fun, not to worry. To drink and dance and... well. Other things were discussed too, weren't they?
The problem with being alone for too long is that Aerith's mind tends to run off on its own, and with the situation as it is of late, said mind has a habit of being unpredictable. So it's a relief when she spies Carmilla coming toward her, standing on tip-toe despite the heels of her strappy shoes and greeting her with a wave. ]
Carmilla! Hi~~
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Carmilla is not usually one to be early, but hey, for particularly pretty girls she'll make an exception. she offers Aerith a smile too, pleased despite herself. Aerith was pretty as it was, but all dolled up? she's impressed. )
Hi there, gorgeous. ( Aerith opted for heels, which seems to be the only reason she's got a little height on her. fuck it, though — she lifts on her own toes to press a kiss to Aerith's cheek. ) What do you think — drinks before dancing?
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That's not meant to be the focus right now, and yet her brain keeps drifting back to it, curiosity and nervousness teaming up to keep her thoughts engaged. ]
Drinks, dancing, then maybe more drinks?
[ Perhaps it's the nervousness that leads to her response, even as a bright smile forms on her lips after the words are spoken. She's not suggesting blackout drunk, of course, but just enough to take the edge - of nervousness, but also of complication - off. ]
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she skipped the corset and leather pants this time around, though. and not just because the last time she tried that combo she got tied to a chair for two weeks. Aerith is a lady, beautiful and soft and rosy all over — she can tone down the angry goth on rare occasion to properly suit her company. Carmilla has intentionally dressed more approachable, warm and welcoming, even. she doesn't expect anything but drinks and dancing, but nobody ever said she couldn't make the prospect of more than that tempting.
she laughs, a warm smoky rumble, at the suggestion. ) My kinda girl. ( drinks before and after, huh? sounds like a plan to her. she catches Aerith's hand and winds their fingers together to lure her toward the bar. ) Just be careful with the A label, they make it to get you hot under the collar. ( while the warning might be against the interest of warming Aerith up to the idea of another girl, Carmilla isn't interested in forcing things. aphros were only fun when you knew they were coming. )
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Thanks. I think I'll stay away from that one this time. [ She tilts her head, her words thoughtful as she continues. She doesn't know how to explain it. ] I don't really like being out of control, if that makes sense.
[ Still, she holds Carmilla's hand tight as they thread through toward the bar. Drinking and dancing while still being able to keep her head - it sounds like a good time to her at least, especially with someone as friendly as the other.
Although, it occurs to her that she really doesn't know a whole lot about the other woman yet, and so once they're seated at the bar a few moments later, she turns to her, a tilt of her head betraying her curiosity. ]
Will you tell me more about yourself, Carmilla?
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it's happened enough here that she actively avoids it. and does what she can to help other girls avoid it, too.
that said, admitting her hangups on control and her natural cat vamp tendency to constantly dance along the line of losing it would really hinder her careless, sulty vibe. so of course she doesn't mention why she understands. just that she does.
then she focuses on finding them a relatively quiet spot, demanding attention from one of the robot bartenders, and settling near Aerith as she finds a spot on a barstool. Carmilla stands next to her, leaning slightly on the bar and more towards her company. because it keeps them close, and while she could say it's the noise it's mostly because she wants to be close that keeps her there. ) What do you want to know? ( telling people about herself is not exactly one of her stronger suits. give her a place to start, cutie. )