young hunks taking shots stripping down to dirty socks music up getting hot kiss me

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CHARACTERS: Who's that giiiiiiiiiiirl... it's anybody!
LOCATION: Space Babylon; it's still open for regular business so even if you're not there for the vampire party planner, it's all good.
WARNINGS: DRINKING? Language, most likely. Potential drug use. ( will update as needed )
SUMMARY: YAY KLAUS IS GONE let's party like we could have died at any moment for months upon months.
NOTES: I have no excuse for this cop out of a log.





❝ PARTY ON, WAYNE ❞

❝ PARTY ON, GARTH ❞

Comments

[theyalldieforme]

Not as much as I talk to you.

[constructum]

Why is that?

[ Her brow arches slightly at that, as she rests her hand in her chin, looking up at him with a faint smirk. ]

[theyalldieforme]

Because when I talk to you I have some hope I can figure out why you're so strange.

[Is that....a joke.....]

[constructum]

[ She just makes a small face at that. You're funny John, really. ]

You're calling me strange? [ a beat, smirking just slightly. ] I'm not the one that responds to being surprised by breaking others arms.

[ yep...that's a joke. really. ]

[theyalldieforme]

Around here, everyone should.

[constructum]

Breaking peoples arms? [ a questioning brow and smile ] Or calling me strange?

[theyalldieforme]

Be on such high alert they break people's arms.

[constructum]

No. [ unsure face time. ] As much as I will admit to being paranoid of people here, I don't think breaking their arms is something that would be my first response to things.

So why would you think that?

[theyalldieforme]

[Pause]

There are monsters here. I wouldn't be surprised if we got a zombie outbreak.

[constructum]

Wichita apparently dealt with Zombies where she's from.

[ which yes, is completely odd to her and only seems like something that would be in ones twisted nightmares. but whatever, she was slowly trying to understand that whole idea and knows she only will by asking for details from others. ]

But anyway...still doesn't explain why you are so trigger happy and think that way. [ a questioning brow. ] So what's Earth like for you back home?

[theyalldieforme]

[He looks over at where Witchita is. Well. That explains...nothing.]

Like Earth. I'm from Los Angeles.

[constructum]

And it's normal in Los Angeles for people to think this way?

[ because really john, she can't help but look slightly skeptical by that. she may not know your LA. but really, it's not a war zone where she is from. (granted, she only made it to the airport there before she showed up here, but whatever.) ]

[theyalldieforme]

[He's quiet for a minute]

No.

[constructum]

[ okay...

she's just silent for a moment at that, her brow furrowing in thought over that, before she is asking: ]

So why are you that way, John?

[theyalldieforme]

Call it the way I was raised.

[constructum]

Can you be more specific?

[theyalldieforme]

[He shrugs]

No, not really.

[constructum]

[ she can't help but frown slightly at that. (does everyone have to be so secretive she is close to?) ]

Why not?

[theyalldieforme]

Because I can't.

[constructum]

[ well...she is just going to sit there, looking up at him with a slightly frustrated look. ]

We all have secrets, John. But that doesn't mean they have to be secrets from all.

[ so yes, she is trying to urge him on here, hopefully showing him that he can trust her here. ]

[theyalldieforme]

[He turns and looks at her, slightly annoyed himself]

I know incredibly little about you. I haven't asked who that guy was who got you after I broke your arm, and why he moved like he could have taken me out in half a second, and why he was packing that day.

[constructum]

[ She blinks in surprise at that, not fully sure what to make of the statement at first. No one has ever made a remark like that to her, and pretending she knows how to handle it wouldn't be something she knows how to truly do – at least not without drawing some suspicion. Because sure, she knows how to lie (well…for the most part) but she has never really been fond of it - not with someone she has grown to somewhat consider a friend - in a roundabout way of course.

So she just sighs, quietly admitting: ] People only see what they want to see with me, no one bothers to look beyond the surface.

[ and there's a sadness in her eyes about that, as she knows there is much more to her than what people are choosing to see and she sometimes wishes people would honestly just see it. ]

And Arthur - the man that was with me that day - he knew the real me and you saw the real him.

[ and yes, she has finally started talking about arthur in past tense, as she has slowly come to accept that she wouldn't see him again. ]

[theyalldieforme]

[John shrugs]

I look. I just don't pry.

[He's more observant than most people realize, probably because he's also a lot more paranoid]

[constructum]

[ She just sighs, her hand going to rub at the back of her neck in thought. ]

Sometimes prying will only help you better understand things.

[ seriously, she has found so much more of an understanding for things the more she pry's at times. ]

[theyalldieforme]

[He nods, sharply, once]

But sometimes prying makes people want to do it in return.