(Jesus christ. Noticing the annoying habit of putting an ooc comment on every. bloody. one of my rp posts. |D It's just so formal fff. I SHALL STOP THAT. STARTING...NEXTPOST.)

About twenty different thoughts ran through Tuna's head within the next thirty seconds. Most ran along the lines of holy shit he's a good kisser and fireworks in your head much? and glitterpants is not liking this, but she finally allowed herself to enjoy it, skating her fingers over his neck subconsciously. Finally, she pulled back, grinning mildly. "For a decade of unuse, that wasn't so bad. Could use some improvement, though."
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Bios

"Spiffy," the blonde responded mildly. Her mind was still dislocated from the feel of the kiss, but she managed to start walking again, slipping her hand inside her pocket and swinging the other arm slightly. Looking up absentmindedly, she noticed the grayness of the evening sky and grinned disbelievingly. "Jesus. Looks like rain."

(O RLY? millions of pants jokes do want. :DDDD)
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Bios

Jettem almost jumped to his idea, more than glad to be able to talk freely with another without the fear of being looked at like some crazy on the streets. She did jump physically when he mentioned the dog.
" Oh my gods, I'm so sorry! The poor thing, let me just pay the man..."
Dropping the dollar bills on the counter, Jettem hitched her dress and moved to the door looking back at Oz as the bell chimed again.
" You're dog almost made me kill myself you know."
She said with a smile.

Nearly blinded by the sudden sheets of rain obscuring everything beyond half a block, it would have proven difficult to find his way there quickly if it weren't for Tuna's hand tightly gripping his wrist and leading the way through the downpour. Everybody else on the street was making a mad dash to find cover themselves, reacting to the weather change as a great inconvenience, when really, it just seemed to add a little excitement in the man's opinion. It was clear that a handful of people had crammed themselves into the bar's entrance simply to escape the rain, and it was nearly a task to slip by them to get in. Even the short distance of running was enough to initiate a period of coughing upon stepping inside. Sharing the look of amusement that the blonde woman wore, he brushed away the soaked hair clinging to his forehead and wrung out the front of his t-shirt.
"Well, at least we only got a tiny bit wet." He said cynically, searching the place for a couple of open seats.

"Hm?" He questioned absentmindedly, pulling his jacket off and hanging it up along with Tuna's on the post next to them before sitting. Why she wanted to bring up Aegle now was beyond him, as it only stirred up the knowledge that she would eventually know about this, and she may not be too happy to hear it. But then, that's what happens to hypocrites such as himself. Masque had already decided he wasn't going to feel guilty about this relationship, regardless of what his other friends thought about it. Life's too short to feel bad about everything.
"No, not really. You?" He responded shortly, trying to get the attention of the waitstaff.

(GIVE ME THE LEFTOVERS.)

It was true that it had been a while since he had seen her. As a matter of fact, it had been a while since he'd seen anybody he wanted to. And who could blame them, really.
"Mhm," he grunted in agreement, focusing his attention on the minute details of the table in front of them, "she's been hanging out with other crowds, and even been getting into fights. I don't really like it, but. What can ya do." He shrugged to himself.
At this point an almost scantily clad brunette approached their table wearing a smile almost as false as her chest, and asked what she could get for them.
"Jack on the rocks." Masque said flatly, hardly even giving her so much as a glance.

(-WEEPS FOREVER-)

The man wore a small frown as Tuna spoke, trying to process what she was saying. Not worry? How could he. It was like she made the suggestion to stop breathing. Yes, she probably could take care of herself, and she insisted that she could, but it was hard to leave her alone. After seeing her collapsed, bleeding and broken in the middle of a snowy field, he couldn't shake the feeling of protection that he needed to offer her.
He looked up to see the woman focused on him, and grinned. Her hair was still soaked and she looked a bit flustered from the sudden cold rain, but god, he thought she was pretty. Time for a subject change.
"So what's new on your end?"

(SO PUNNY.)

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow. Huh...well that's exciting." The only time he had ever met Her was quite a while ago, before knowing either of them, on his birthday, if he remembered correctly. His recollection of the night was luckily quite vague- all he remembered was he was smashed, violent, and somehow got involved in an altercation with a handful of people. Of course.
"So Ziggy's being a pain in the ass, huh?" He asked with a hint of humor marking his tone.

(LET'S DO THIS. You will be irritated to know that I refuse to start. c8)

Laughing breathily, Tuna leaned back in her chair again, unable to decide on a position in her seat. It was becoming a common practice to hide the tiredness she felt whenever her roommate was mentioned. Masking it with a wry smile, she replied "I'd be getting more understanding out of a rock. Luckily I'm becoming very good at getting away."
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Bios

Dannii

A, C, D....C. Hahaha. The notes on the saxaphone reminded Tuna of someone she'd met a while ago, a gentleman with a mellow flair. They'd been alike. She hadn't seen him in a while. Perhaps she should've picked up the phone and made a call - it would have certainly got her out of this place. Then again, that was a selfish reason for making a date with someone. She'd been too frustrated lately to see anyone, and despite wanting to pay a visit to her partner of late, she knew she couldn't leave without being stalked. The woman cleared her throat and curled herself up a little closer on the couch, hugging the form of her instrument. Her fingers found the right spots again, and, with no hesitation, she launched into a well-practiced rendition of Biggest Mistake.

But after a while, I stopped to rebel. I'm back in the past and I'm raisin' up hell-

Eight knocks on the door in a familiar beat stopped her abruptly. The blonde's head flicked to the side, and she stared in slight bewilderment. Nobody was supposed to come over today, she knew. Shooting up off of the couch and laying her instrument down gently, she crossed the room in a few limping strides and pulled the door open.

"Oh!- Uh, hi."

(TEUNAH YOU FAIL.)
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Bios

(OHLAWLDANNII 8D)

"I can tell-" He stated wryly before the woman came back with their drinks and set them down on the table. Masque picked up the glass as she left and gave it a scrutinizing look before downing half of the amber liquid. The craving for a cigarette suddenly became quite strong, as he was almost conditioned to have a smoke whenever he drank whiskey. But he wasn’t ready to give in just yet.
”I don’t even know why you still live with him” He continued with what could possibly be taken as a jealous manner, looking around the clientele absently.

Rut followed Tuna over, sitting perfectly at ease beside her, but then his expression became one of concern as he took in her tired appearance. "Nah, just missed you a bit. How you doin', love?"
However, his attention was diverted by the sudden appearance of a dark-looking figure at the hallway. Eyes blazed with anger as the Goblin King watched Rutilus and Tuna, arms folded across his chest. "I see we have company." Jareth's voice was colder than ice.
"Is he glitterin', or is it just me?"

-- Dannii <3

The man couldn't help but chuckle at her comment.
"Hah. I dunno, babe, I think you can send him off easily. Throw out his hairspray or something-" He took another drink, then drummed on the tabletop with his fingertips anxiously, still thinking about his cigarettes.
"Ah, I think you know the answer to that." Her notion got a flash of amusement from his eyes, even while in his head he knew how quickly people tended to change their minds when it came to spending more than a week living with him.

(OH HOHOOO this is far too amusing. C: )

[ -DYING- ]

"Ziggy" scowled in outrage, his gloved hands twitching slightly as though they were itching to wrap around both Tuna and Rutilus' necks.
"Damn," Rut sighed, but his expression quickly changed from amusement to anger as Jareth started to speak again. "FUCK OFF!"
"Or wh--"
"--I swear to Christ, if you don't get lost at this precise. fucking. moment. I'll kick you in the crystals so hard they'll come out of your mouth."
The king stared.
For a long moment. He looked at Tuna, thought for a few seconds...
...muttered something darkly under his breath that Rut couldn't quite catch, then disappeared.

[-brainfail at 1am-]

-- Dannii <3

(GREAT SUCCESS.)

Dannii

Just like that.

It should have happened a long time ago.

Tuna stared at the spot where her roomate had been. Her eyes dulled. They flickered to Rutilus after a moment. "I think...you have the biggest balls of anyone in this room right now."

(-BRAIN.FAIL.-)

Fled

He was right - a group over on the other side of the bar was picking up the volume, and a few others were starting to look their way. Idly, she took another swig of her drink, waving her hand in the direction of the lot. "Problem is, they're all idiots. And this will probably end very violently." Casting an eye out the window, which was impossible to see through due to the rain, she grinned slightly. "Then again, kissing in the middle of a bar fight was something I always wanted to try."
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Bios

Rutilus snorted, laughing uncontrollably despite himself, his head tilted back. It took him a few moments to calm down before he could speak again, a huge grin stretched across his face. "Did you see his face?" He choked out between giggles, eyes dancing. "God. Seriously, Tuna, I gotta come here more often. This place is amazin'." His heart was still racing due to the lurch of fear that had struck him when Jareth's gaze had looked to Tuna then straight back at Rut, but he was soon chuckling all over again.

-- Dannii <3

Rutilus' laughter faded as he looked at Tuna in bewilderment for a few seconds. "Thought you hated him...?"

[shortfail -flee-]

-- Dannii <3

(OH FLEF. Now I have to go about deciding just what method Tuna will use to obtain and return said asses. This could be difficult.)

Fled

Finally, the two erupted into a bout of fighting. Which, in Tuna's eyes, looked more like a pair of little girls slapping each other over a stolen toy. Ruefully, she drained the last of her drink and drummed on the table. Masque's idea was a good one, but it certainly wouldn't go over well unless someone else spread the fight around the place a bit more. Otherwise she'd be too easily noticed. "Mmm. I dunno. What would I be getting for this?"

Dannii

A few different thoughts flashed through her heat, but she settled on an offhand shrug. "It's painfully obvious that I latch on to people too easily," the girl responded with a slight smile. "Slap me or something. Might snap me out of it. I'd much rather be having fun then whining right now."
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Bios

He shrugged slightly, hitting her face playfully and very gently but patting it afterwards. "Drag his ass back here if y'like when I'm gone," A shrug. "But anyway. Fun. Fun's good, yeah?"

-- Dannii <3

(Lazyness is awesome, just look at me <3)

He smiled genuinely at her comment, not wanting to imagine all of the possible sources for disaster she could have gotten herself into in the past. More exciting than anything he'd been caught up in, most certainly. Only then did he realize that the brawl itself had not only gotten out of hand but had also migrated closer in their direction. The fearful looking couple next to them edged out of their seats and stood off to the side, all while the two who started the fire were still throwing pathetic punches and calling out inebriated slurs of threats. By the time Tuna came to an abrupt stand, the man who was quite clearly losing was backing up in their direction.
Wearing a sneer, Masque followed suit and stood up before the younger guy came stumbling backwards into their very table.
"Watch yourself, asshole." He snapped, doing everything it took to keep his hands out of it and not shove the guy out of their way.

Fled

Watching the fray, Tuna's eyes were only drawn away when a rather large man came crashing backwards into their table. By this point, they really were the last pair not involved in the fighting - and quite frankly, it was bumming her out. Her eyes flashed. "Hang on a second." In what seemed like that amount of time, she had the offender pinned to the floor with her sneaker, idly grinding his fingers into the wood. He didn't attempt to get up when she stepped away and looked at Masque. "Okay. Time to make an exit, I guess."

(LOL that's so ridiculous in my head. D8)

Dannii

Grinning at the song coming from her friend, the woman hopped out behind him, leaving her jacket be and grabbing only her keys. "You're gonna love the new car," she remarked breezily, nearly skipping down the hall. The minute her feet had crossed the threshold, she'd felt....lighter. Excellent.
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Bios

Rutilus' eyes lit up; cars, motorbikes, buses, whatever type of vehicle you could think of, he loved them. He walked alongside her with a sort of loping walk, not his usual strut. "Yeah?" He grinned in amusement. "How'd you get it?"

-- Dannii <3

Stepping out into the cold rain was quite the unwelcome change compared the warmer comfort of the previously undisturbed atmosphere inside the bar. The man paused for a moment before continuing on down the stairs and throwing himself at the mercy of the cold and wet night. Tuna stepped around him as she spotted a place to stay fairly dry, and he followed without question, tugging his jacket closer to him. Once the two of them had sheltered under the quiet structure, he stood at ease and watched the scene unfolding in the direction from whence they came. Strobe-like flashes of red and blue rolled up on the street as a handful of stragglers decided to make a run for it as well. His attention was brought back at the cue of the woman's voice, to which he responded after giving his jacket a brief and analytical glance.
"Pfft, there's no point anymore; this thing's already been to hell and back." He crossed his arms with a shiver, the warm burn from the whiskey already wearing off his throat. In a remedial act, he edged over and gently hugged her body closer to his, immediately appreciating the vanishing chill as it was promptly replaced with comforting heat.

(-STILL LAUGHING AT RUT'S REACTION-)

Dannii

His reaction was priceless. Probably one of the best she'd ever gotten. Tuna couldn't help but laugh loudly, covering her mouth with her hand to stop herself after a minute. Struggling to regain a sense of composure, the blonde nodded placidly, a board smile still tugging at her face. "As much fun as it would be to make you guess, I know you'd tickle me into confession or some other retardation. Masque - it's Masque." It sounded strange to say. Still, the fact that she could say it made her show her teeth in a grin again.

Fled

Observing the patrol cars speeding up the street, Tuna grinned slightly. What was it about men with guns that made people so nervous? They had to know how to use them. Nodding vaguely at Masque's response, she was too focused on the scene behind them to look at him - when he pulled her into a hug, her heart skipped a beat. A smile spread on her face, least of all due to the warmth seeping through her chilled body. "This is going to be one hell of a relationship, you know."
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Bios