Genevieve’s Pity Party
Date: 2025-07-05 17:02
(Genevieve’s Pity Party)
[Sat Jul 5 2025]
A Lofty Industrial–Chic Living space/span>/spanThe open living area stretches beneath a series of skylights that flood the space with natural light during the day, while clusters of Edison bulbs suspended from exposed ceiling beams provide warm illumination after dark. The hardwood floors gleam beneath carefully arranged seating; curved sofas upholstered in charcoal velvet form a broken circle around a large smoked glass coffee table, its center dominated by a chrome dancing pole that extends from floor to ceiling. The eastern wall features a mounted flat-screen television flanked by built-in bookshelves displaying vintage hardcovers and trailing ivy in brass planters. Black and white photographs in simple frames punctuate the exposed brick walls, their subjects ranging from jazz musicians to city streetscapes. The southern wall consists almost entirely of sliding glass doors that open onto the balcony, offering views of the entertainment district below.
It is afternoon, about 76F(24C) degrees, and there are clear skies. The mist is heaviest At Church and Sidney/span>/spanMalin declare of Marlow, “She said I was one of those, but I think her vision just gets cloudly when she’s looking at me because she gets so daydreamy.”
“Lab grown, they’re virtually eye eff,” Marlow assures Malin.
Malin squints at Marlow. “Virtually.”
“You want to fight me, Diamondz?” Marlow asks Malin.
Genevieve shakes her head a little. “Anyway, can I get anyone a drink?” She wonders, motioning towards the drinks menu. “My milkshake brings all the monsters to the penthouse you know.”
Esme says “Can vouch, this milkshake is fuckin’ great. Everyone needs a milkshake“
Malin stances herself firmly, sock-footed feet pressing wide and hard to the floor. “Bring it, Daddy,” she tells Marlow.
“I’ll take a Cookies and Cream milkshake,” Preston says, waving a hand towards Lykaia and Kai. “If you would, Vie.”
“I want a milkshake, not your smoke,” Marlow decides, swerving Malin’s aggression to check out the drinks menu. “Which one did you get?” Marlow asks Esme.
Sophie perks up, “Milkshake says what?”
Malin utters out, “Wimp,” after Marlow.
Kai gives a little half-moon wave to the group as he walks in followed by a little grin, he looks around and heads over to the free food, rubbing his hands together.
Lykaia makes a light nod to Preston seeing his wave.
“Drink?” Genevieve queries of Kai and Lykaia, indicating the menu.
“I would like to drink someone who has the bourbon and hot fudge milkshake,” Marlow decides, heading for the sofa and taking a seat, one leg tucked beneath herself.
Sophie asks Genevieve, “Oh oh! Can I please have the Bourbon one?”
Esme waves to Lykaia and Kai, seeming to try and place the former but being unable to. “Hey there, Esme. Not sure we’ve met before.”
Kai glances to the dancing pole and diverts that way, hopping up and grabs onto the pole, spinning around it as he attempts (unsuccessfully) to pole dance in an enticing way, “I’ll just have… a milkshake too,” he nods to Genevieve please, “Whatever kind is fine.”
“It has, and I missed your delve too, I’ve been kicking myself over it,” Marlow tells Esme as she settles into her seat. “How did it wind up going?”
Lykaia looks down to her phone when it vibrates and spends a good moment answering before looking up, and then moving closer to Preston as Kai makes for the dancing pole.
As Lykaia begins to make her way towards him, Preston shifts a bit – giving her room on the sofa.
Esme adjust some in her seat, relaxing back. “Went well over all, though we ended up almost gettin’ our asses kicked by some fuckin’ ghosts.” She tells Marlow with a faint laugh. “I don’t have another Delve lined up justtt yet, but I’ve still got ya on my list for when I do.”
Sophie takes a sip of the milkshake and lets out a happy sound of both pleasure and delight, “Perfect.”
“I thought vampires could still have like one drink and hour or something.” Genevieve says to Marlow as she hands off the other drinks. “Hey Mab, Hey Aeryn, either of you want a drink?” She wonders with a motion to the drinks menu.
Kai wanders away from the pole when Genevieve returns with a glass, “Why thank you, Miss Gen,” he says and gives a wave to Mab and Aeryn as he heads over to the sofas to take a seat on it by Lykaia, taking a drink of his milkshake.
Onesie face threatening to obscure her vision completely, Aeryn waves as she wanders in.
“Thank you,” Preston tells Genevieve, accepting that milkshake from her with a smile and taking a sip from it.
Already in-character for a pity party, Mab languishes her way in, pausing at the entrance with a hand idly twirling her ringlets around her manicured fingers. “I wasn’t sure if I was even going to come,” she announces to the room at large in a lethargic tone of voice, “I have had such a day, you wouldn’t believe it. There is just so much drama, all the time, it follows me everywhere.”
“How does one get their ass kicked by ghosts?” Marlow asks Esme. “Do they not just… go right through?” Marlow asks. “We can, but why drink a milkshake when I can see who orders the bourbon milkshake knowing I want to drink someone who does?” Marlow lays her plans bare in response to Genevieve.
“Sure,” Aeryn tells Genevieve. “Jack daniels float, if I can please.”
“That’s a really cool, misty mantle thing you got going on.” Genevieve says to Aeryn.
“Many thanks,” Aeryn taps a pearl atop a ring she wears, smiling at Genevieve.
Genevieve cracks up a bit at Marlow’s evil plan and head back to the kitchen.
Kai hmms at Aeryn and snorts, he extends his legs in front of him and slouches down and peers at Mab, “Oh nooo…” he says in mock-sympathy to her, “Tell us more,” he grins a little.
Malin is staring at her pillow, clearly coming up with nefarious plans.
Malin slooowly turns her gaze to lock on Marlow.
Esme waves to Aeryn and Mab, grinning a bit at the latters dramatics and then admiring the misty aura around Aeryn. She asides to Marlow, “See, you’d think that. But their weapons still hurt like a motherfucker. Maybe it’s just cause of the latent magic or whatever in tha place.”
“Well first I need to know whose photo that is,” says Mab, pointing an accusatory finger over towards Marlow’s locket. Then she sulks her way over to the couches, picking a seat near Malin. “So is Cats-and-coffee finally going to show at one of these parties, or does she only shitpost in chat? I’m so sad she isn’t here.”
Kai turns his face toward Marlow and absolutely stares right at her dead on as he sucks down a long few swallows of his bourbon-spiked milkshake.
“What?” Aeryn asks Kai. “It’s not like this is the only thing I have on, or something.” She smiles at Malin, giving a little wave.
“I promise I haven’t cried in any of the drinks.” Genevieve assures everyone, “Hey Marina.” She greets the latest arrival with an easy smile, “Want a drink?” She asks, gesturing towards the drinks menu.
With milkshake in one hand, and phone in the other, Preston looks like a good example of pity. There’s a perpetual frown on his face.
“Behave,” Marlow demands of Malin from where she’s seated. “That’s the most gloomy raincloud-chic thing I’ve seen yet,” Marlow tells Aeryn when Genevieve draws attention to her aura. “Very well done.” She nods at Esme. “That makes sense, though it makes me a little reluctant,” she admits. “I do so hate getting shot.” She touches her locket, then flashes Mab a brief, fanged grin. “MyHaven pictures are fair use,” she claims.
“What’s with the lookie-loo?” Marina queries Genevieve, ticking her head westward as she ventures into the living room. She squishes her blanket a few times, before looking to the menu. “Oh, sure. Get me one of those peach milkshakes,” she encourages, “Heavy on the booze.”
Malin smiles warmly at Mab. “Hey, my Lady,” she extends and then offers a genuine smile over at Aeryn. “Hey. I’m going to kick Mars’ ass with this thing later,” is stated as she gives her plush pillow a wiggle.
Kai gives a wave to Marina upon seeing her, “Hey!” he greets her with a grin and looks Aeryn’s way, “Proooove it…” he calls out teasingly and bobs his feet up and down, then knocks his sneakers together lightly.
Esme waves to Marina with her free hand as she takes another sip of her milkshake and peeks briefly westward. “The milkshakes are bangin.”
Genevieve peers to the west. “I don’t see anyone?” She says with a small frown before heading back to the kitchen to make her her drink.
“But whose picture is that?” Mab insists with a sulky frown Marlow’s way. “I thought about singing you a song for the karaoke, but then I decided I’ve probably abused you enough at Vie’s last party.”
“There are pillow fights?” Aeryn looks intrigued as she drops into a seat beside Malin. “Fine, Kai. If you don’t like my pretty onesie.”
“If thre’s a pillow fight, I’m winning.” Preston mentions idly.
Malin nods assuringly to Aeryn. “Yes, it’s part of the father daughter bonding experience, according to Freud.”
“You can’t pillow fight Mars,” Mab immediately informs Malin with a frown, “Vie already told you what happens if you lose.”
Marina looks befuddled, but when Genevieve says she sees no one, the Mercer shrugs. She seems more than content to just sip her milkshake. Maybe she sees people regularly that others don’t.
Aeryn nods to Malin. “If it’s for science, I’m in. Can I have one with duck feathers?”
Malin considers Mab’s words, and then she glances at Genevieve before eying Marlow. “I think I can win.”
Reaching behind the couch to where she’d tossed her pillow, Marlow settles it onto her lap. “What happens if she loses?” Marlow asks Mab.
“What happens if you lose?” Preston asks Genevieve, head tilting to a side.
“Hey Aghilas.” Genevieve greets Aghilas, “Do you want a drink or is that against your thingy thing?”
“Whoever loses the first pillow fight of a relationship has to bottom.” Genevieve explains authoratatively.
Kai peers over to Aeryn and grins at her slightly, “How’ve you been anyway?” he wonders and gives a wave to Aghilas, “I like your pyjamas!” he jokes with a waggle of his brows to the man.
“I don’t know how,” Marlow says with finality.
Onesie now held in a hand, Aeryn shakes it toward Kai. “Just fine. You?”
“The first pillow fight of a relationship…” Preston wonders, breathing out with a snort. “What if you’re not in a relationship?”
Malin sighs over Genevieve’s explanation. “I tried to be subby to her earlier and she said I failed. I’m not innately good at it.” She pouts at Marlow.
Malin states, “She said I used too much eye contact.”
“Matt better show up so I can kick his ass in pillow fighting,” Marina decides, jabbing her straw into her milkshake a few more times. “He’d make a great bottom.”
“Malin hasn’t been in a real relationship in like fifty years,” Mab explains to the others, gesturing over to Malin, “so she isn’t familiar with all the customs, how things go. Vie had to explain to her that pillow fights are a vital cornerstone of how relationship dynamics are decided in the twenty-first century.”
Malin nods to Marina. “He’s just getting on the panties I got him. One moment.”
“It’s not bullying if it’s true,” Marlow tells Malin without remorse.
Marina claps her hands together once. “Awesome. Are they cute?”
“Is Malin not….” Aeryn starts to wonder, and then she blinks.
“True,” Kai agrees with Marina and looks aside to Aeryn, “You can put it back on now if you want?” he shrugs and slouches down more in his seat on the sofa, “Mmm mm… I love bulking,” he says and takes another drink of his milkshake.
Unfortunately, Aghilas is not in an onesie, but is puffy enough in his robes that maybe it’ll pass off as one. Hopefully. He looks around for a moment as he finds his way inside, and lets out a quiet laugh at Genevieve. “Technically it isn’t against my ‘thingy thing’.” he answers with a shrug of his shoulders, letting the Parnassian act drop, if not just for a little bit, for the sake of the pity party today.
“I have mastered the art of drinking with my litham, anyhow. What is on offer?” he asks, curious, not taking a seat just yet as he glances towards the door as if waiting for someone with a thoughtful hum.
“A bottom? No, I don’t think so,” Mab helpfully supplies Aeryn.
Malin listens to Mab, and she throws in the actualy number of, “Sixty-two years,” and nods along. “It was sixty-two years. But I have these wonderful, wise woman to explain to me how to navigate a relationship in whatever century this is.”
“All of these.” Genevieve explains to Aghilas, gesturing to the drinks manu.
“In a relationship,” Aeryn murmurs.
Aeryn says “I’m going to pick up Matt.“
Esme manages to not completely lose her milkshake at the pillow fight talk, swallowing and laugh.
“There’s also food and/or drugs if people want. Although I’d probably pick one or the other of those lanes really, unless you’re just vaping anyway.” Genevieve muses.
“Oh my god, are you two in a same-power relationship?” Mab turns to ask Malin and Aeryn, like it’s the most scandalous thing she’s ever heard.
Malin warns Aeryn, “Don’t let his makeup distract you! I did it for him!”
“Oh man, am I like, a baby and all of you guys are ancient?” Marina blinks a few times, looking from face to face. Then she muses, “Fine wine all around, man.”
Monday floats in, uninvited and drifts her way to the sofas, spotting Preston with a wave.
“Getting into a relationship only to find out that your bottom is not actually a bottom at all sounds like something you’d read about in one of those urgent advice-seeking newspaper columns,” Marlow muses.
Sophie chuckles quietly and sips on her milkshake.
Esme waves to the newest arrivals, gaze flicking over the other things on offer.
Preston nods towards Monday.
“That’s where you and I went wrong too, isn’t it?” Mab teases Marlow with a smirk.
“I usually find out my top is not a top and it’s even worse,” Monday responds to Marlow, overhearing her.
Michael betrays the concept of ‘sauntering’ as he enters the room, dressed in a nightdress entirely not meant for someone his size or gender, bright pink against his pale skin. The slabs of solid muscle constituting his ass sway without a hint of practice, proving a hazard to anyone nearby as he heads into the room. The man’s appearance is a violation to the senses.
Kai gives a wave to Michael and Monday, “Hey Eminem! You guys should get some milkshakes with booze in them,” he says, “They taste kinda… weird, but they’re hitting the spot,” he grins a little.
Monday settles onto the sofa beside Preston, elbowing him, “Well that’s a lie, you sleep nude.”
Genevieve smiles at Michael and Monday, “Not sure we’ve met, I’m Vie.” She introduces herself, “Would either of you like a drink?” She asks as she gestures to the drinks menu.
Malin chews at her lower lip. “It was fun to try and pretend to be a bottom. Fake begging is dramatic.”
“No I don’t,” Preston mentions to Monday. “I rarely ever sleep nude.”
Sophie lets out a low sweet whistle for Michael.
“Is it?” Marlow peers at Mab. “I didn’t think that far ahead,” Marlow admits. “Now see,” Marlow tells Monday, “I think two bottoms can make it work.”
Nemi walks in, spotting the sofa’s she walks over and sits down on an available spot.
Marina leans forward when Genevieve introduces herself to Michael and Monday, declaring a noisy, “And I’m Marina. Howzit?”
Esme leansss forward to casually swipes up an orange pill. For later. For science. Following it up with a fry to dip in her milkshake
“Hey Nemi.” Genevieve greets Nemi, “Would you like a drink?” She asks as she gestures towards the drinks menu.
“Is that.. ice cream with alcohol?” Aghilas asks with narrowed eyes, scanning over the menu that he’s been shown by Genevieve. “I do not know half of how these would be like, so I suppose I will go for a.. spiked coffee milkshake. How do I make it?” he inquires, finding a spot near the couch instead of on it to sit cross-legged on the floor, robe pooling around him. “I do not wish to inconvenience you, so I will attempt bartending. For the third time, in my life.”
“You can… but it lacks the.. passion, the oomph,” Monday mentions to Marlow, “It’s just a lot of, ‘no you get on top, no you get on top, no you do it.”
“I’d love one,” Monday flashes a smile to Genevieve, “I’m Monday, and that,” she jabs a finger towards Michael, “Is Michael.”
“That’s when you turn it into a game,” Marina suggests, kicking her sandals off, “And whoever loses is on top that time. Then you rig it so you’re always on bottom. It’s not cheating if no one finds out.”
Kai asks Genevieve, “Hey Vie, what other drinks are on the menu?” calling over to her with a tilt of his head.
Esme waves to Nemi, “Good t’ see ya Nemi.”
Michael inclines his head to Genevieve, feigning an aristocratic accent, “Charmed, Darling.” Dropping it immediately, he nods towards Marina, “Good to meetcha’. Michael. Don’t call me Mike.”
Giving Marina a toothy grin, Monday tells her, “I like you.”
“I have every confidence in your ability to read Kai.” Genevieve informs Kai flatly.
“I forgot my glasses at home!” Kai lies breezily to someone, “Pleeeease…?” he calls after the woman with a light pouting of his lower lip.
Monday lifts a hand to correct the delicate strap of Michael’s night dress, “I think it looks perfectly comfortable, Mike.”
“I forgot my glasses at home!” Kai lies breezily to Genevieve, “Pleeeease…?” he calls after the woman with a light pouting of his lower lip.
Marina blinks several times at Michael, only just now realizing what it is he is wearing. “Yeah, looks cute,” she decides, agreeing with Monday.
“Stop being a pest, she’s trying to manage an entire party, get Blackwell to read to you,” Marlow tells Kai from where she’s seated.
Matthew arrives looking very comfortable, his face heavy with makeup that leaves him looking like a sad panda. He follows in after Aeryn, pauses by the sofas and waves before looking for a place to slide in and sit.
“Why me?” Preston grunts at Marlow.
Kai nods to Marlow, “True,” he looks to Preston, “Hey can you go read the menu to me? Thanks,” he grins a little and takes another sip from his milkshake.
Michael is doing whatever the opposite of ‘working it’ is. Failing it. Violating it.
Lykaia lets out a sigh to something that she’s reading on her phone.
This makes Marina sip her milkshake as she considers what she’s just been told. “…I think nudity counts, but this is more fun,” she ultimately decides, before noisily greeting Matthew with, “Matty! Come get a drink! Where are those panties Dobie said she made you wear?”
There’s an almost growl from Preston that’s directed towards Esme, “No I don’t.”
“I should have gotten a onesie,” Kai frowns a bit, glancing sidelong to Lykaia, “Everything good?” he asks her and stands up, asking Genevieve, “Where can I grab a refill?”
Monday notices the drink in her hand.
Michael nods firmly as his sips his pina colada, “I’m a pretty fuckin’ princess.” Glancing aside as Monday, “Everything you dreamed of?”
Nemi hums softly to Genevieve as she snaps out of her daze. “Oh… water please… I don’t drink alcohol-…”
Marlow blows a kiss toward Monday.
Esme smirks at Preston’s reaction to her comment but just takes another sip of her milkshake
Malin winks over at Matthew, proud of the face paint he wears. “You look perfect.”
Catching the blown kiss from Marlow, Monday lifts her glass to her mouth, “Jesus this looks insane. What is this. Get in my mouth.”
“Ok I’m officially not asking anybody else if they want a drink, you want a refil you have to poke me.” Genevieve declares, “So welcome everyone to my pity party, you might not know but I lost an election this week and also got cursed a bunch and abducted and threated with murder and also one of my favorite ballerinas retired so you know, it’s been tough.” She complains. “But misery loves company as they say, there’s cards here, if during the night you want to write a complain of some sort on a card and then you can just pop it in the bitching bowler hat and they’ll be read out anonymously later.”
Turning to look at Matthew’s sad panda make-up, Mab breaks character for the pity-party and just starts giggling into the palm of her hand, poorly concealing her laughter.
Preston leans into someone when he’s shown the communicating device, nodding at her.
Preston leans into Lykaia when he’s shown the communicating device, nodding at her.
Aghilas accepts the shake from Genevieve with a nod, bowing his head in gratitude at the woman. “Tanemmirt.” he muses, then with a rather practiced motion, covers the lower half of his face with his free hand. The one with the drink tugs the litham covering his face just low enough to take a sip of the drink, face hidden behind his palm.
Malin pouts those filler enhanced lips as Genevieve shares her woes.
“Mmlmph?” Monday answers Michael, lost to the calorific goodness in her hand.
“Who was the ballerina?” Mab calls over to Genevieve.
Michael grins wryly at Monday, “Nothin’.”
“Misty Copeland.” Genevieve replies to Mab, “Anyway, you can’t really get a refill cause I have to make the cocktail each time.” She explains to Kai and nods at Nemi, “One sec…”
Michael jabs a finger suddenly in Malin’s direction, “Hey, its that chick. the one we tried to save from that demon. Got scorched for you, fae eyes chick!”
“Your makeup looks like even your makeup artist was depressed, damn,” Marlow tells Matthew. “It’s kind of impressive.”
Nemi smiles and nods softly, drinking it as she sits there and enjoys her thoughts with a soft nod.
“UGH. We did lose,” Marina complains, throwing her head back against the couch. Then she goes boneless in her seat, as if the entire world is ending and she’s just given up.
Mab fixes Michael with a withering icy stare when he addresses Malin.
Preston rubs at his face, palming his eyes for a moment.
Malin stares at Michael and she shakes her head. “No, no. That’s Dovie. I’m Dobie.”
Monday lets Michael feel the sharp edge of her elbow.
Esme nods solemnly about the loss, “Fuckin’ awful loss too, being so close.” Solidarity and all that.
“What’re you talking about? I’m Dobie,” Kai peers at Malin in confusion and tilts his head at her, trying to maintain a straight face.
Matthew pulls a sad face and then paints the tears from his eyes, never touching his face. “I know,” he mopes towards Marlow, “but they captured it right.”
Soon enough, Aghilas consumes the whole espresso shot in one go, downing it all before setting the empty cup aside and adjusting the tagelmust back up to cover himself, satisfied.
Malin winks at Kai. “Your sister was pretty cute, I’d let her claim my namesake.”
Kai nods at Malin, “She did get all the looks in the family,” he sighs and leans against the sofa, “At least I got the… wait a minute.”
“I’ll be back around,” Aeryn nods before she stands. “Something to take care of.”
“You’re out of the will if you’re just going to be growing your family tree at this rate,” Marlow warns Malin.
Malin gazes at Kai intently.
“I still think Kai’s sister and my cousin are OTP,” Mab declares, casting a sulky look between Kai and Matthew.
Marina blinks at Marlow and wonders, sullenly, “Can I be in your will?”
Matthew shoots Mab a look and shakes his head, “No, I can’t date a janitor’s sister.”
Michael blinks, then leans in, eyeing Malin suspiciously. “That right? Well, hope she got saved, then.” He shrugs, either believing her, or not caring that she lied, “Would make it a little more worth almost dying.”
After rubbing his face with a hand, Preston settles his milkshake between his legs – using his legs to hold the milkshake in place. More idly rubbing of his face comes shortly, and then eventually just folds his arms over his chest.
Malin points at Marlow like an accusing lawyer. “You can’t afford to lose me!”
“But you’ll date a Mercer?” Mab blurts out, biting her lip soon after and flashing Matthew and Marina a cheeky grin.
Kai laments overdramatically, “She got everything!” he complains to the air and peers at Malin, though he glances sidelong to Matthew, “I’m a delivery driver!” he protests.
Sophie asks Mab curiously, “What’s wrong with a Mercer?”
“Alright, we’re going to get the karaoke underway.” Genevieve declares then, “Would anybody like to volunteer to go first?” She asks, “If you’re having trouble hearing tune your airpods or whatever to this,” She says, showing a code for: https://w2g.tv/?r=p4m67txxt1mmx3t1z4
“We’re just friends,” Marina assures Mab, “And I’m not a janitor. I’m a data scientist.”
Malin flutters her lashes at Michael. She really has no idea what he’s talking about — as made obvious given her facial expression.
“I had a text from a.. who’s Albert Fairchild. He here?” Monday asks, looking around.
It’s not Mab’s turn to sing, but she still drops one lyric Sophie’s way: “If you ain’t got no money take your broke ass home.”
“Don’t your lot just hide all the wealth in old trunks at the bottom of the sea?” Marlow asks Marina.
Kai nods at Monday, “Prince Albert… I’m sure he’s around here somewhere,” he replies, looking about the crowded party.
Matthew informs Mab dramatically, “She says she won’t match me until I give her my credit card,” and then he look stoward Marina, painting a sad panda tear down his cheek.
Malin flashes a broad grin over at Mab.
“Prince?” Monday asks someone, arching her brow skywards. With a glance at Michael, Monday mentions, “If he’s a real Prince, I’m gonna leave you.”
“Prince?” Monday asks Kai, arching her brow skywards. With a glance at Michael, Monday mentions, “If he’s a real Prince, I’m gonna leave you. We matched on dating.”
Marina nods her head at Marlow agreeably. “See, so I need yours,” she explains further, “’cause mine’s all under water, you know?” Then she gives Matthew a squinty look. “You gave me that weed brownie and I matched you fine, nerd.”
“Shit,” Mab says, after hearing what Matthew has to say about Marina. She turns to study the Mercer intently, and then is forced to admit, “She’s smart.”
Sophie giggles at Mab and nods,”Ah.”
Esme looks as karaoke is getting set up and says to Preston, “You should get up there and sing.” Some amusement in her features. “Bet you got a good singing voice.”
Matthew dramatically to Marina, “But only as friends!”
“Yeah, because there was no credit card!” Marina counters Matthew as dramatically.
“Woman after my own heart,” Mab shamelessly flirts with Marina, draping her fingers over her breast. Looking back at Matthew, she wonders, “Are you sure you two are just friends? Maybe I’ll date her.”
Matthew plops right next to Malin, he doesn’t try to look at her phone.
“Can you breathe underwater?” Marina wonders of Mab, “Because swimming dates are a must.”
“I can,” Mab tells Marina, batting her lashes.
Michael raises his arms above his head, stretching out. The fabric of that nightdress looks like its a slight movement away from bursting under the pressure, firm muscle filling out the dress rather than the usual curves. “I should throw a party anytime I have a bad week. Damn good idea.”
After waiting a few minutes, Genevieve nods, “Ok well I guess I’ll go up first then. But someone better be ready to go after me or I’ll stop making cool drinks.” She threatens as she heads to the karaoke area.
“Boomer,” Kai declares after Monday’s iPhone beeps, though he gives a wave to Lykaia when she returns and yawns, a sleepy smile on his lips as he glances around the room, his gaze soon lands on Genevieve, brows lifted in curiosity.
Genevieve steps up to microphone and holds it both hands, her eyes partially closed as she sways her head from side to side as the guitar starts to play and slowly builds up in tempo. She slowly opens her eyes to peer up at the audience from under her lashes as she holds onto the microphone. “Beeeen dazed and confused for so long it’s not true, wanted a woman, never bargained for you.” She says with a little shake of her head. “Lots of people talkin’, few of them know, the soul of a woman was creeeeated bellllowww.” She rumbles, her dark hair falling in front of her face like a true glam rocker as she sways from side to side while the guitar rips out before she looks up to continue singing.
“Sweet little baby. I want you again…” She croons as she leads into the chorus. “Ah… ah… unnnnhhhh.” She wails, each one getting breathier and more sensual as she slowly sinks down onto her knees holding the microphone between her hands. Finally looking up dejected from under her bangs at the audience as she croons out the end of the song. “The soul of a woman was created belloooow…” She concludes before slumping her shoulders and letting her head fall forward at the end of the song.
Monday flicks a lewd finger at Kai, though the gesture is playful. As Michael stretches, the flash of his thighs alerts Monday. “Did you not wear underwear?”
Marina reaches a foot out to try and push at Matthew. “Go sing,” she demands of him.
Malin watches and listens as Genevieve performs, still nestled against Matthew’s side.
Matthew shakes his head, “Not yet,” he says to Marina, “I’m…” he looks up then over at Malin and back to the Mercer. “I’m channeling my performance.”
Esme looks like she’s going to clap when Genevieve finishes but instead does that snapping things poetry slams do
Michael laughs at Monday’s question, “Was I supposed to? I’m commando by default. As often as my shit gets shredded or burned off, just another layer to pay for. Demonborn problems.”
As Genevieve finishes up her song, Preston begins to clap for her. Not letting that milkshake go flying at – since it’s tucked safely between his legs. There’s even a loud whistle from him.
“I had no idea the ice skating lawyer went this hard,” Mab is forced to conclude in a tone of awe when Genevieve goes for hard rock angst.
Kai widens his eyes just a bit as he listens to Genevieve, sitting up a little straighter in his seat as he listens to the woman sing, he also begins to clap for her, grinning, “Wow, that was pretty fucking great,” he admits and looks to Mab, laughing a little, he then remember sto flip off Monday for a few seconds as well, a teasing grin on his face before he drops his hands to his thighs.
“Very dramatic,” Marlow agrees, clapping for Genevieve once her head hangs forward. “Who is going after that?”
Sophie furrows her brow, tugging her panda hood down low.
Malin claps her hands for Genevieve, whistling her approval.
Genevieve slips back off the stage and heads back over to the sofas flashing everyone a self conscious grin. “Alright, who wants to go up next?”
Aghilas listens to Genevieve sing her heart out on the stage, giving a little clap for the heartfelt, very emotional performance afterwards. “Very theatric.” he comments, only to spot Dante walking in with his pimp coat and pinstripe suit. A hand is raised in greeting at the big swamp man, and then he glances around curiously to see who will be going next and give another, hopefully heartfelt, performance. It is a pity night, after all. Get those feelings out.
Marina lets out shrill whistles, but no clapping since she has her drink in both hands. “Great! Excellent vocals! Really a vibe!” she insists, before scrunching her nose up a bit.
“I will go whenever everyone else is too much of a pussy to,” Malin says.
“Spicy,” Marlow says.
“So we have to sing a song about our bitching?” Kai asks in confusion, though he gives Dante a wave when he sees the man, “‘Ello,” he greets the man with a terrible attempt at a British accent.
Monday would have the grace to blush, but, well, she doesn’t.
“It might be close to that point already.” Genevieve admits to Malin, “Unless people are just doing prep work.” She supposes, “Mab or Mars either of you ready to perform?”
Monday does decide to hand Michael the glass rather than spit it into his mouth like a baby bird.
Nemi just smiles and sits there as she watches people she knows have fun so far, nodding a bit as she seems a bit tired, but so far not doing bad.
“Okay, I think that means everyone is too scared,” Malin says as she stands up from the couch, and will head over to the karaoke zone as she nods to Genevieve as long as Mab and Marlow aren’t going.
Michael makes grabby hands at Monday. for her chocolate treat, eventually winning a sip. Then three. Gulps.
“I can go next, sure,” Marlow says, bouncing her pillow in her lap as if prepping a weapon. “Got my prop and everything.”
Monday watches Michael take -all- her drink, open mouthed.
“Woo!” Mab cheers for Malin when she gets up, and indeed doesn’t yet volunteer. She seems almost … shy? Uncertain? Shocking, who knew Mab could be shy.
Malin sits back down, and nods to Marlow.
“Hey I don’t think we’ve met.” Genevieve mentions to Dante, “I’m Vie.” She explains and nods at Marlow, “Amazing, thanks, you’re up next then.” She says, lightly applauding for Marlow to head to the stage.
Michael returns the emptied glass to Monday, not a hint of shame on his expression, “Thanks for the taste, gorgeous.”
Monday imagines breaking the glass over Michael’s face briefly, but instead sets it down by her ankle.
Sophie smiles down at her phone and looks around for a snack.
“Yass Daddy!” Malin calls out to Marlow from her spot on the couch between Mab and Matthew. The Ma-triarchy sandwich.
Sophie glances over and waves at Kurt.
Getting up from the couch, Marlow heads toward the stage, pillow in hand to wait for her queue.
Matthew claps his hands, “Yeahhh” he calls out for Marlow, throughly entertained when a pillow is produced in hand.
Michael slips an arm around Monday’s waist, just letting it settle there. His fingers drum idly along her hip as he listens to the karaoke.
“Is that we we call her? Daddy?” Marina looks intrigued by this, before giving a whistle of encouragement to Marlow.
Dante enters and observes, his swagger an immaculate feat of rhythm and murderous intent like he’s a gangbanger about to accost somebody for being trifling on his block. He swerves over to the couch and skulks his way to where the party is at, and when spoken to by Kai in that bad attempt at a British accent, the playa responds, “Bonjou, what up Kai? You lose your spice?” The playa also gives Genevieve a quick ocular pat-down and answers, “Nice to meet you, Vie. Call me Dante, de man from de swamp, or Bayou.” He adjusts his extravagant coat pridefully.
Matthew glances at Marina, nodding, “Yeah, Mars is daddy,” he confirms. “Like how Derek is the people’s boyfriend, she is the People’s Daddy.”
Kai gives a two-fingered salute to Kurt upon noticing the man, “Hey there,” he looks to Dante, “Hey, what? My spice?” he asks in confusion with a tilt of his head and a small grin given to the man.
“Are we all to call Mars daddy or is it.. person specific?” Monday asks, looking between Marina and Matthew.
Standing at the edge of the stage, Marlow waits for her song to begin, holding the pillow in her arms as if it’s a lover she’s addressing. “We clawed, we chained our hearts in vain – we jumped, never asking why…” she croons along with the music, jumping down from the stage and swaying toward the sofa – and accidentally-on-purpose nearly swatting Malin with the pillow as she passes.
“…Don’t you ever say, I just walked away,” Marlow continues, giving Mab a challenging look as she dances past. “…I came in like a wrecking ball!” Marlow shouts when the chorus begins, and this time she really does swing the pillow toward the couches, several people at risk of being clobbered. “I never hit so hard in love!” Marlow croons, swinging the pillow again, aiming for Marina this time, before drawing the pillow back to herself at the last second and squeezing it tightly as the song begins to wind down. “All you ever did was…wreck meeeee. Yeah you, you wreck meeeee.” She drops to her knees dramatically, then looks up and flashes a fanged grin.
Michael says “The People’s Boyfriend? I wasn’t aware that was an option.“
Malin is enthralled by Marlow nearly hitting her, simply awe struck.
Genevieve bobs her head along to the chorus when those power chords hit.
Dante shakes his head at Kai as he half-sneers in malicious amusement. “Ahh- nothin… nothin. Colonial accent, childish quip. Nothin to think too hard about.”
Sophie glances at Michael, “Not everyone can be a daddy but he can.”
Monday side-eyes Michael.
At first, watching Marina sing, Mab looks somewhat shocked. But she can’t help it, and when the Vice-President of Coretech Consulting reaches that chorus, she starts to giggle, releasing all the pent up tension into her elbow and grinning over at the Pierce.
Kurt meanders on in, finding himself a spot on a sofa and flopping onto it. Nodding around the room at those he recognizes, a deeper nod is given to Genevieve, “Lovely place you have, Vie. Thank you for the invite.”
Laughter comes out of Marina, flinching at the pillow before it’s drawn back again. A bit of her milkshake gets spilled in the process, but she doesn’t seem to care that it might stain her shirt. “Yeah!”
Aghilas observes the exchange between Kai and Dante with faint crinkling of his eyes in amusement, perhaps feeling pity for the poor man about to be potentially verbally murdered by the Bayou monster and left dead in the water, only for the pimp to show some mercy for his soul. But then he’s distracted by the performance as the song, much like a wrecking ball, comes crashing in through the speakers.
“Oh,” Kai nods to Dante in understanding, he hmms and blinks his eyes a few times and glances back Marina’s way, listening when he isn’t tapping away at his phone.
Getting up from the floor and dusting off her white pants carefully, Marlow heads back for the couch once her song is done, diving in and curling her leg beneath herself. “I sounded great, right?” she demands.
Michael keeps an amused smile, avoiding Monday’s gaze for a moment, rather intentionally.
Like before, Preston claps for Marlow, whistling just as loud for her as he did for Genevieve. “Good job, Mars!”
Malin applauds Marlow. “Thank you, Papa!”
Genevieve applauds wildly for Marlow when she finishes the song. “Great prop use.” She comments to others around her.
Matthew whistles out to the crowd, “Ayyyy, that song was perfect!”
Genevieve flashes Kurt a smile now she’s not distracted by the show, “Hey Kurt, nice of you to come, let me know if you want a drink or anything.”
Aeryn re-seats herself, crossing one leg over the other.
“Ok, Preston you wanna go up next?” Genevieve checks with Preston.
“Okay, that’s a hard act to follow,” says Mab, “but I’ll do my best.” She grins over at Marina again.
“Or Blackwell can,” Mab offers, sinking back into the sofa.
“You can do it, Lady Mab,” Malin cheers for Mab.
“Why thank you, thank you,” Marlow bows toward Genevieve and the others from where she’s seated. “Does this make Matthew my grandson?” Marlow asks Malin, looking somewhat skeptical.
Preston looks like he’s about to stand, “I can wait for Mab,” the man offers up.
“You’re all too nice, ok Mab you’re up next, then Preston.” Genevieve announces.
Malin looks over at Matthew after Marlow’ question. “Yes. Yes it does,” she confirms.
“You could be a professional singer, you know,” Mab lies to Marina shamelessly.
Monday whistles wolfishly at Marlow, albeit rather late.
Matthew then calls out, “I’ll go after Mab,” then over to Marlow, “You’re basically my pawpaw.”
Mab lied to Marlow, rather.
“Are you singing?” Aeryn wonders of Malin.
Mab has mistargeted Marina multiple times at this party, oops.
Malin looks to Aeryn and nods her head. “I am.”
“You’re after me, Matthew,” Preston tells him, indicating to Mab, Genevieve, and then himself.
Aeryn smiles to Malin and nods. “I can’t wait to see what song.”
Sophie says “Sounds kinda fun“
Matthew bobs once at Preston, “Okay, perfect.” THen he look stowards Marina, “You gonna sing?”
Pushing up from the sofa, Mab slouches over to the stage, fully in-character for the pity party. She takes the microphone, waiting for the music to build before she starts:
“When I get a hit of addition,”
“Start to think in zeros and ones:”
“I become a mathematician,”
“Counting up the trophies I’ve won.”
“Hungering for gratification,”
“But I don’t have a problem!”
“Swear it’s nothing like a fixation,”
“Swear that I’m not coming undone.”
The last line is whispered, with Mab staring straight towards the audience with a tuck of her chin. Her voice, while professionally trained, starts to fray — in direct contradiction of ‘not coming undone’ as she starts to croon,
“Fill the hole with the follow …”
The crescendo of the song and chorus sees her climbing in volume, spreading her arms out dramatically to desperately belt out,
“When everybody loves me,”
“Then I’ll finally be happy,”
“Then I’ll finally rest.”
“And when everyone around me,”
“Says that I am astounding,”
“When I’m finally the best,”
“Then I’ll find the cure,”
“I’ll finally cure,”
“This loneliness.”
She gives a twirl, and now that she’s find her stride, the shyness of this public, sung confession starts to melt away. She launches into the second stanza with much more energy:
“Stuck in the pursuit of perfection,”
“Bend my body, twist it around,”
“Late at night, loop on the obsession,”
“How to not let anyone down?”
“Jonesing for a standing ovation,”
“But after they give me the crown?”
“Still alone, with all my ambition,”
“Whispering, look at me now …”
The chorus is repeated, desperate and sad, before finally, she takes a bow.
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Michael pokes Monday’s tiny, tiny, pathetic bicep.
“I bet I could get you up there if I really wanted to, and I wouldn’t need muscles, baby.” Monday slits her eyes at Michael.
Marina lets out an uncertain noise back at Matthew. “I’m considering it, but weird stuff happens sometimes when I do,” she relays to him.
Kai claps for Marlow and then Mab when she goes, he grins a little and hmms as he squirms a bit in his seat, “Pretty good..” he says at the performance given by Mab.
Sophie applauds softly with her Panda paws.
“Woooo!” Preston lets out for Mab, during the middle of her performance, whistling and clapping.
Marina even sets her milkshake down to applaud for Mab from her seat, even going so far as to use her fingers to whistle this time.
Michael waggles his eyebrows at Monday, then crushes her dreams, “I already have all your bargaining chips, darling.”
Perhaps applause really was all Mab wanted, because when she gets it, she beams, a little sheepishly, and returns to her seat.
Kurt lets out a rumbling laugh as the song concludes, bringing his hands together in applause. “Well done, boss, well done.”
Leaning into Michael’s arm, Monday tells him, “You really should think about singing one you know, you’d be good, I bet.”
Malin squeezes reassuringly at Aeryn’s hand. Then she beams at Mab. “Bravo, Lady Mab!”
“Are you happy yet?” Marlow calls out as she applauds at the end of Mab’s performance.
Genevieve sways a little from side to side in time to the music as it builds towards the end and then applauds when Mab takes her bow.
Sitting down, Mab flashes Marlow her most charming smile and just says, “No.”
“Ok Preston up next, then Matthew.” Genevieve declares.
“Nothing has filled Mab’s hole yet!” Malin informs Marlow about Mab after that song.
Esme grins a bit as Preston gets up on stage next.
Michael seems to think on it, blinking rapidly for a second, “Y’know, I bet I would be. Whats the next song? I’ll do it.”
Preston makes his way up towards the stage now, trying to put on a little theatrical performance. There’s a bit of a hip sway, as much as his hips will allow in fact – which isn’t a lot. The man, unfortunately, has hips that lie. He can’t help it, but damn does he really try. One hand on the microphone he begins, in a bit of a low rumble – he’s not particularly good. It’s bad singing.
“Yo listen up, here’s a story, about a little guy that lives in a blue world, and all day and all night an everything he sees is just blue, like him, inside,” using one hand he gestures to himself now. A clear indication of who is blue – himself of course.
It’s really the main part of the song now, the chorus begins, and the singing gets worse, it’s more yelly than singy.
“I’M BLUE, DA-BA-DEE, DA-BA-DI, DA-BA-DEE, DA-BA-DI, DA-BA-DEE, DA-BA-DI.” And then it continues on, for the rest of that chorus.
Fortunately, it’s not a very long song in general, and Preston eventually finishes it up, repeating that sing-yelling for each chorus. As the song wraps up, Preston places the microphone back, nods and hops off the stage, strolling his way casually back to the sofa where he just plops himself down, flashing Esme a shit-eating grin.
“Alright Blackwell, take it off!” Marlow catcalls from where she’s seated, but then the song begins, and she shuts her mouth.
“This song is so obnoxiously catchy.” Genevieve complains as she bops her head along to it.
Monday gives Michael a slippery little smile.
“Wooo!” Mab cheers for Preston, punching the air and bobbing her head along with the melody. “This isn’t sad at all, but you’re rocking it!”
“Keep it on,” Aeryn appears to disagree with Marlow entirely, horror entering her voice.
Esme cackles as Preston gets into the song, cheering as he finishes. “I take it back, ya sound like a dyin’ cat. But that was fun.”
Malin simply stares, wide eyed.
“Did anyone text you Pumped Up Kicks yet?” Mab turns to ask Genevieve, “I feel like happy songs which are secretly sad is cheating.”
“It’s about being blue,” Preston complains towards Mab, as he settles down on the sofa, milkshake in hand. “That’s technically sad.”
Michael struts up to the karaoke stage, swaying the solid wall of muscle that is his ass like the prissiest girl he can manage. Its abhorrent.
“What about sad songs that are secretly happy?” Marlow wonders. “Like Smile, by Lily Allen?”
“It depends on why you are blue.” Aghilas opines towards Preston after his performance, amused.
Kurt lets a wry smile cross his lips, raising a brow towards Mab, “Amazing song, honestly. I didn’t even listen to the lyrics the first… I don’t know, hundred times I heard it? Just a catchy tune… And then you *do* listen.”
Directing a shameless glance towards the seat of someone’ dinosaur-print pyjama pants, Mab wonders, “Like, your balls, or? …”
Matthew looks towards Michael and then over to Genevieve, “Is it me next or this guyt?”
Directing a shameless glance towards the seat of Preston’s dinosaur-print pyjama pants, Mab wonders, “Like, your balls, or? …”
“I don’t think so.” Genevieve mentions to Mab, “People can have multiple turns though.” She explains, “Upside to efficiency.” The corporate lawyer brags.
Malin gives a nod to Matthew and then sends off a text.
Genevieve shrugs at Matthew, “I guess him unless you wanna wrastle him for it.”
Michael turning to Matthew, “Oh, you were next? DIdn’t know there was a que.
Preston snorts at Marlow after her yell, “I am, fortunately wearing underwear underneath this. But I won’t take it off, since Aeryn is gonna complain.” Then towards Mab. “Maybe.”
Matthew shrugs, turning to look at the stage, “Naw, I’m good. I can wait.” But he pouts when he says it, no smile.
Aeryn stretches her legs in front of her, crossing them at the ankles.
Matthew is such a sad panda.
“He probably couldn’t see that.” Genevieve points out to Matthew.
“Why would Aeryn complain?” Marlow asks, curious.
“I’d have to be able to see something to complain about it,” Aeryn says sweetly to Preston.
Matthew look towards the stage and yells towards Michael, “Give us a show!”
“Anyone want a drink refill by the way?” Genevieve checks.
“Do you have any virgins tied up in the back?” Mab checks with Genevieve.
“And remember there’s also bitch cards if you want.” Genevieve adds with a gesture to the cards and bowler hat.
Malin widens her eyes even more now.
Preston grunts at Aeryn. “I can’t tell if you’re trying to get me to take my clothes off or not.”
“I’ll take a drink, if you’re offering,” Marlow tells Genevieve, leering sweetly.
Nemi nods softly to Preston. “Always a possibility.”
squeezes Malin’s fingers lightly. “Definitely not, what a waste it’d be,” Aeryn tells Preston, still smiling. “I wouldn’t want you to catch cold.”
Malin claims, “This town doesn’t have virgins.”
Aeryn squeezes Malin’s fingers lightly. “Definitely not, what a waste it’d be,” Aeryn tells Preston, still smiling. “I wouldn’t want you to catch cold.”
“You sing one Miley song now you think you’re god’s gift huh?” Genevieve says to Marlow with a roll of her eyes. She nods at Esme and shakes her head at Mab, “Not at present.”
When Genevieve mentions bitch cards, Mab reaches forward to pick up a card and write something on it, but says, “Everyone, take a card and bitch on it! I’m not putting mine in the hat unless everyone else does, it’ll be lame if everyone knows the only one is mine.”
Preston pats his chest with his knuckles, shaking his head at Aeryn. “I’m a big boy, Aeryn. I think I wouldn’t get cold.”
“Is that not how it works?” Marlow asks Genevieve, looking very sad and self-pityingly at her empty lap.
Staring at Preston, Aeryn allows, “You’re entitled to your opinions of ‘big’.”
Malin moves to get a card, but then she’s distracted by something else.
Matthew look slike he’s unsure on what’s happening and so he simply continues to sulk. “Why don’t I have a bitch card?” the tallest Montrose wonders.
“I’m like a foot taller than you.” Preston points out towards Aeryn. “I’m pretty sure that classifies as big.
Malin goes, “Hippos,” for whatever reason and she’s quickly snorting a line, but not before saying, “This better not be chalk.”
“Oh, if we’re talking entire body stature, sure,” Aeryn nods at Preston, and then she’s staring at Malin like she’s the tastiest thing she’s ever laid eyes on.
“Oh, I can’t write my own custom bitching on this?” Mab asks Genevieve, turning the card over in her hands, “Well there goes my plan to air all my dirty laundry.”
Matthew shows off his sharpie to Malin. “Hey check it out.”
Nemi smiles softly, leaning back and getting comfy as she takes a look around as she now is less tired and not as dazed.
Meanwhile, Malin has her eyes watering as she pinches at her nostrils and sniffs harder, batting lashes over at Matthew as he addresses her.
“I thought Matty was singing,” Marina muses, reaching for a card for herself.
“I guess technically you can do whatever you want.” Genevieve replies to someone with a shrug, giving Marlow a faux-pout of sympathy and reaching over to pat her knee lightly.
Matthew look at Marina, confused, “No, I think it’s that guy up on the stage.”
“I guess technically you can do whatever you want.” Genevieve replies to Mab with a shrug, giving Marlow a faux-pout of sympathy and reaching over to pat her knee lightly.
Marina gives a little ‘oh’ and shrugs her shoulders, beginning to scribble something down onto the card.
Preston just shakes his head at Aeryn, sipping from his milkshake and easing back to, rather lately address Esme’s words to him. “Yes. It was terrible. I don’t know why you told me to get up there.”
Matthew points towards Michael, “That guy’s singing, I think?” But he’s unsure and look stowards Genevieve.
“Yeah, except he didn’t really seem prepared to head up there and is ruining my perfectly efficient system.” Genevieve bitches.
“You alright up there?” Genevieve calls out to Michael.
Matthew starts to stand up, “Hey,” he calls towards Michael, “Buddy, you get it together and go after me,” he decides, taking matters into his own hands, “Or join me, I don’t care!” THen he look to Genevieve, “You got my song, right?”
And them Matthew just storms the stage.
Genevieve nods at Matthew, “Yup, all queued up.” She confirms.
Kai nods at Genevieve, “He’s ruining everything. Let it out sister!” he grins over at her, “It’s all fucked now!” he laments to the room, “And my milkshake has run dry!”
Michael says “I’m good! Lets get it started!“
Matthew gives Michael a few pats on the shoulder, pulls the mic from his hands and then looks toward Genevieve, “Alright, this guy’s alive up here and gonna… well dance.” Cus he doesnt’ share the mic.
Malin is the least in need of drugs, but here she is, drugged up and ready for action. She starts scribbling away on her card, settling back on the couch beside Aeryn.
Writing down her entry on one of the cards, Marlow flicks it into the bowler hat when she finishes.
announce The song kicks off with all the emotional weight a fast paced synth jam can muster Matthew treats it like it’s the opening act of his own personal chip-and-dale performance. He’s dancing for the crowd, full body rolls that stutter stop until the lyrics kick in. Microphone in hand, he croons into it unabashedly bad and only accidentally on pitch. “DO YOU NOT REALiZE THAT IT HURTS ME? WHEN I SEE YOU GO OUT?”
With a dramatic pause in the chorus, Matthew lifts his shirt, revealing a stretch of effortless sculted torso. Neat abs, a sharp Adonis Belt, and the kind of fleshformed perfection that looks like it was designed in a magazine, not earned in a gym. Then he stops, gasps out towards the sofas, and spins away like the heartbreak is too much to bear. “DO YOU NOT REALIZE THAT IT HURTS ME? WHEN I SEE YOU GO OUT?”
When Matthew turns back, its with a smirk, and he yells, “Out of mind out of siiiiiiight,” shimmying the shirt off his shoulders inch by inch like its made of lace and secrets. He begins to twirl it over head, tossing out towards the sofa for some lucky individual to claim.
Michael steps back, waiting his turn.
Now down to his shorts and bedazzled shoes, Matthew executes a series of booty shakes-everything from cha-cha-cha hips to a romp-shaking twerk that plays the fabric of his shorts like a flag caught in a hurricane. “Yeah you got what you need then you never came back around!” He pulls the elastic of those shorts, turning to face the crowd, daring to tug them lower to reveal a flash of gemstones and blue
At the the grand finale, Matthew snaps down those shorts leaving them lost at his ankles, revealing a pair of glittering, bedazzled blue briefs beneath. The rhinestones catch the light and he sings into the mic like it were his only solace. “I’ve been trippin’ over how you been actin’, actin’ like I left you behind. I think you do it for my reaction.” The final lyrics sung he’s right back to dancing, bedazzled underwear and shoes sparkling like a disco ball, until the last note plays out and then he’s left there standing like a Sad Panda Stripper.
“Is this about Eloa?” Mab shamelessly wonders aloud of Matthew’s song.
Dante blends into the crowd as best he can given the peacock fit he’s wearing, one feather short of looking like he’s trying to perform a mating dance as he grooves to whatever music is on. The swiss army knife of lazy dance moves. His dreads fly about with every bop as he step-step-steps over to Aghilas to be the devil on his shoulder. “Desert Storm. Should get your ass over there and sing somethin patriotic.”
“Oh, my god,” Aeryn’s mouth drops open at her cousin’s fashion choices.
Marina blinks a few times as she looks at Matthew on the stage, seeming fascinated as she sips on her milkshake. “Oh, those are the panties,” she decides, “Cuuute.”
“Baby Elmo-a?” Malin wonders of Mab, likely referencing the speech pattern that is shared between the puppet and the Brasilian. She gazes at Matthew, cheering him on and wolf whistling. “Take it off!”
“Oh my GOD,” Aeryn’s eye twitches, and her head goes into her hands.
Mab covers her eyes with her hands, shocked to see Matthew almost-naked.
Esme raises her brows Matthew’s performance, letting out a laugh at the attire change. “Thanks, Vie.” She says, accepting the milkshake.
Kai bursts out laughing at Matthew and shakes his head, clapping a few times at the fellow, a grin on his face, “Nice!” he calls out in encouragement.
Genevieve applauds for Matthew and then puts two fingers in her mouth to wolf-whistle.
Matthew stoops low to claim his shorts, pulling them back on, for Mab’s decency, not his.
Michael approaches the stage after that display, sauntering up to the stage.
“Awh, no fun. I wanted to see the panties more!” Marina hollers from her seat.
“You’re the best, Mattycakes!” Malin praises Matthew. “You always follow my plans so well!”
“The only songs I know are likely going to be too poetic and ruin the mood, for this crowd.” Aghilas tells Dante sadly, shaking his head. “I do not know many popular or modern songs, otherwise perhaps I would. But you certainly should. What was it – Murder Muse?” he asks of the swamp man, watching Matthew go wild on stage and really, really sing his heart out. He joins in with the rest of the crowd, applauding the man.
Michael struts up to the karaoke stage without a plan in mind, calling out confidently to the crowd, “Just hit random!” An extremely familiar and catchy beat fills the room, condeming Michael to an improvised presentation of ‘I’m a Barbie Girl’. “Ah, shit, uh, hey Barbie, how’s it doing? You ready to fuckin’… Barbie it up?” He clearly does not know the intro by heart, but he’s giving it all of his soul and talent, the later of which is none as the discordant notes of the deep-voiced man try their best to mimic the sing song tones of Aqua, and fail miserably. His hands move along his body in his best imitation of a seductive pose, feeling up the muscle under the stressed and stretched night-dress he wears. Eventually, the song ends, though not before many ‘Ah, Ah, Ah, yeaaaaahs’ have assaulted the listeners.
“Isn’t this the lame that shot Meg the Stallion?” Marlow asks as the music starts, cancel culture alive and well, but then Matthew is in his little blue panties and she laughs, calling out, “Shout out your stylist, Montrose!”
Malin scowls, “Danish music….”
“Those can’t be that comfortable.” Genevieve comments to Matthew, giving him a long look.
“Please … someone say when it’s all over,” Mab begs the crowd, refusing to catch a glimpse of Matthew’s mic. But then someone finally starts singing and she decides it’s safe enough to lower her hands.
“Can I look?” Aeryn wonders, blindly turning her head in all directions. “Lovely song, Matty, honestly.”
“Please … someone say when it’s all over,” Mab begs the crowd, refusing to catch a glimpse of Matthew’s mic. But then Michael finally starts singing and she decides it’s safe enough to lower her hands.
Matthew steps down off the stage and then over to his shirt, he nods at Genevieve, “They’re…” he doesn’t answer, and then plops back where he was setting. Marina he teases, “Play your cards right Mercer and you might!”
Wiggling herself free from a crowded sofa, Monday manages to extricate herself and stand, lifting a hand with curled fingers in the universal beckon-gesture to Michael as the music fades after his horrendous performance. “Amazing, Barbie. Can I borrow you outside a moment?”
Nemi checks her phone and sighs softly.
Nemi says “I need to get going- needed for something…“
Genevieve applauds for Michael when he finishes his song. “Ok, Marina, Malin which of you wants to go up next?” She checks.
“Matthew, put a card in the hat right now,” Mab demands of her cousin, pointing to the bowler hat and the bitch cards next to it.
Nemi waves softly as she stands, sighing a bit as she waves to Kai and Esme with a soft nod.
Back in his seat beside Malin, Matthew gives her a squinty-eyed look, seemingly unsure of the praise but he can’t help it. He laughs and nods. “Alright get up there, let’s see what you got for us!”
Marina flashes a toothy smile at Matthew, full of dimples and mirth. “Maybe once I have that credit card!” she decides, looking towards Michael, and then someone. “Uh, whichever,” she offers to Genevieve, ambivalent to her position in line.
Marina flashes a toothy smile at Matthew, full of dimples and mirth. “Maybe once I have that credit card!” she decides, looking towards Michael, and then the door. “Uh, whichever,” she offers to Genevieve, ambivalent to her position in line.
Malin gestures to Marina. “Go for it!”
Monday accosts Michael and shepherds him to the door with her hip.
Matthew outs like a sad panda at Mab, “I don’t have a bitch card nobody gave me one,” what ar eal baby bitch.
Like she’s his maid, Mab leans forward, collects a card from the table, and then hands it to Matthew with a stare.
Marina makes her way from her seat, leaving her afghan behind on the couch and heading towards the stage. “Guess I am going.”
“Alright, Marina you’re up next.” Genevieve announces.
Dante nods repeatedly at Aghilas in understanding. “I see you have located de Bayou man’s MyHaven profile. Murder Muse indeed my friend, but I see your point and you are right. I hardly feel comfortable performing some other’s words myself, a man has his own lyrics when he has a message on his heart, seen? Talk dat BAYOU TALK.”
Matthew knows what to do once Mab coddles him and hands it over. He seeks out Marlow’ eyes and just beams all the radiance of a brat.
“Wooo, go Mercer! The only fish-wife good enough for the Ma-triarchy!” Mab cheers for Marina.
“Let’s see it Mercer!” Matthew calls as he puzzles over that card.
Marina does a bit of fixing of her hair as she steps onto the stage, sipping her milkshake a final time before it gets left on a side table on her way. The microphone is taken in hand as the music builds, bouncing a foot on her toes with the beat. An audible inhalation comes first, then the start of her choice in song:
“I am your conscience.”
“I am a decoy.”
“I am your orchestrated, wet, verboten, dream boy.”
“I want your anger. I want you mad, I want you done, I want you asking what I did to your daughter and to your son,” escapes her lips, each line crisp in how she speaks it. It’s only now that she really begins to sing, crooning the chorus into the microphone as if she were speaking to a lover:
“Want you to take my breath and merge your ooooh-own.”
“And walk into my open bo-oooh-ones.”
“Found my body, welcome hoh-oh-oh-ome!”
“We’ve been waiting for you for so long.”
Her back turns to the party-goers, a hand coming down to smack against her own rear end as she comes into the next verse, once more sing-speaking with crisp articulation: “I want a splash of slut with your compulsion. I want your feelings confused if it’s obsession or repulsion. I want you…”
“Unaware.”
“Or to consume you entire.”
“I am not something to be…”
“Casually desired…”
Into the chorus again, tossing her hair enough that her bun fully begins to escape its confines. As the song comes to a close, she’s breathing a bit harder than she was before, and spends a moment wiping her forehead against the back of her wrist. She bows forward, then gets her milkshake and hurries off the stage into the safety of her afghan-held couch seat.
Kai stands up and stretches, he leaves his milkshake glass somewhere or other and then he gives the ole Irish goodbye to the party and its party goers.
“Thank you,” Marlow tells Aeryn, reaching up to touch one of the earrings with her fingertips. Her other hand moves to flip Matthew the middle finger. “You’re such a little monster,” she tells him.
“You see?” Preston points to Marlow, and Matthew. “People get horrified when you take your clothes off.” Though, he goes quiet when Marina begins to sing, listening to her now.
“Oh my god I love Sofia Isella,” Mab gushes, “I saw her headline for Tay-Tay Swift!”
Aeryn leans into Malin. “And a date, if I remember right.”
Matthew leans to Malin, “Oh, don’t forget about taking tourists deep diving,” he seems excitd for that one.
Malin gives a nod to Aeryn. “Yes, those are date ideas,” she explains, and then there’s more nodding Matthew’s way.
“I would adore bowling with turkeys just as much as the parachute….these are good ideas,” Aeryn beams at Malin.
“Very cool song choice,” Marlow applauds as Marina hurries off the stage, her brows lifting. “Why are you running so fast, surely you’re not shy?” Marlow asks.
Genevieve bops her head in time with the beat, watching Marina sing with bright eyes and applauds when she finishes. “That was hot.”
Malin applauds Marina approvingly.
“Don’t know if I can legally agree with that, without getting in trouble,” Preston nods to Genevieve, and Marina, clapping wildly for Marina. “But yeah, that was well done! Everyone’s doing so good.”
Once she’s safely in her seat again, Marina begins fixing her hair. “Uh — not shy,” she assures Marlow, “Sometimes I worry my choice in music isn’t stellar. Everyone else was picking some fun stuff.” Then she pauses and muses, “Except Mab, I guess, which was definitely right to the heart…” Her lips go back around her straw, encouraging Malin towards the stage.
Dovie wanders in, waving!
Malin itches once at her irritated nose. “What did I snort? It’s been a few decades since I did that,” she confesses, and then stands up, nodding to Marina, heading to the stage.
Matthew watches Marina’s performance, lost in the jarring jolting manner she breaths into that mic. As it comes to a close he’s clapping, nodding agreement with Genevieve’s sentiments.
Aeryn waves at Dovie. “Cocaine,” she muses to Malin.
When Dovie steps into the room, Mab rises from where she’s slouched at the sofa, pinches the edges of her gold silk sleep kimono, and curtseys deeply before her. “My Queen,” she greets her.
Dovie waves back to Aeryn and Mab with a big smile and raises an eyebrow, looking confused. “Co-what?”
“They’re peeking from between their fingers, trust me,” Marlow tells Preston with absolute confidence.
Preston snorts at Marlow.
“Cocaine,” Marina answers Dovie, “Dobie snorted cocaine.”
As the first piano chords drift in, soft and very bare, there isn’t any layering to the song. Zero percussion. Slow presses of recorded keys draw out the notes that play through the speakers. It has a fragile complexity to it all, and as the chords bloom and fall away, Malin prepares to sing. Her tone is soft, nearly even conversational, but there is a deeper pull in the way she shapes each word. It almost sounds like she could shatter if she isn’t careful. As it turns out, the woman who often is heard belting out like a mortally wounded wildebeest can actually carry a tune if she wants to. There is no belting, though, as her voice is shyly intimate with emotion that causes quivers to sneak in. It betrays an ache that dwells inside of her.
“Around here, it’s the hardest time of year. Waking up, the days are even gone. Oh, the collar of my coat, Lord help me, cannot help the cold. The raindrops sting my eyes, I keep them closed, but I’m feeling no pain, only the lonely and my quietest friend. Have I the moonlight? Have I let you in? Say it ain’t so, say I’m happy again.”
The rest of the song has a similar vibe, but the bridge ends up having the rawest points. Malin’s voice trembles as if she is singing from a place she rarely visits, and by the final lines, she’s barely above a whisper, and she’s obviously trying not to cry. Wimp. When the music fades after the length of the song, she, too, surrenders, having giving out something of herself she would have never admitted out loud any other way. She replaces the microphone.
Reseating herself once Malin starts singing, Mab sways along to the slow ballad’s melody, and then raises her hands high into the air and starts waving them from side to side, like she’s at a concert.
Inspired by Mab, Genevieve take out her phone and turns on the flashlight, waving it from side to side over her head.
Matthew leans forward, going quiet as Malin begins to sing. He doesn’t know the song but he bobs his head for it, the card sadly neglected in his hand, still.
Aeryn points at the thin lines of white powder. “Stimulant drug,” she tells Dovie.
Dovie points to the pills. “What’s that?” she asks Aeryn.
It’s a sad song alright, not like Preston’s own. There’s a gentle sway from Preston, that probably causes him to bump shoulders with whoever he’s sitting beside. Poor Lykaia, probably getting the worst of the shoulder bumping. Out his phone comes, matching Mab and Genevieve. Using the phone flashlight.
Marina seems to get into the rhythm, bobbing her head as she sips her boozy milkshake more. Maybe she’s starting to feel the alcohol now. Her own hand goes into the air as she sways with the tune, expression on her face shifting through some emotions to match the lyrics.
Malin heads right back to the sofa, itching more at her nose and sniffing quite a bit, blaming all of that on the irritants still inflaming her nasal passages.
“That was properly depressing,” Marlow claps for Malin as her hyper-emotional performance ends.
Genevieve slips her phone away when the song finishes and applauds but more somberly as suiting the vibe.
Marina snaps her fingers as if this were a poetry slam and not a sad karaoke party.
Matthew sighs, looking truly like a sad panda. He eyes the area, looking for some kind of support in the form of the drugs laid out. “Pills, pen, or powder?” he asks of nobody in particular.
“Anyone need another drink?” Genevieve checks, “Is anyone still wanting to go or wanting to have a second turn?”
“I did the powder,” Malin informs Matthew, as if he couldn’t tell already.
The flashlight from Preston’s phone is turned off, and then he slurps and slurps his milkshake, chugging it. “Sorry, Kaia,” comes Preston’s reply. “It was a good song, I had to get into it.”
Dovie looks a little lost, as if she’s never been presented with these three options and now has analysis paralysis.
Marlow relates.
“Matthew should, and he should take his pants off again,” Marina suggests to Genevieve, her own eyes going to the offered drugs. She tilts to the side a bit. “Pen!” she announces to Matthew.
“I don’t know,” Aeryn leans in to examine the pill. “You can try one though?” she muses to Dovie, before relaxing with an arm draped around Malin.
Matthew wanders his way over to the table, studying the options out there, “Okay, Pen, powder… both?” HE shrugs like yes, both, and takes a pinch of the white stuff, snorting it before collecting one of the pens.
“People, fill in your cards,” Marlow issues a reminder from where she sits.
“Alright.” Genevieve decides, “We’ll do the bowler hat and sort of wrap things up and if a few people wanna keep hanging out and doing some more songs until we fall asleep or something we can do that maybe.” She decides, “Any last entries for the hat?” She checks, poking the bowler hat with her foot.
“Vie doesn’t have any drinks for me,” Mab bitches, “So, anyone who hasn’t put a bitch card in the hat yet, I’m going to drink you after the party.”
“How will you know, it’s anonymous?” Marlow reminds Mab.
Matthew is getting crossfaded, it seems, though he perks up with a jolt, alert and then says, “I think Marina’s right about something, I Really should,” he starts to pull down his trousers, “just let that which glimmers be gold.” Is that even the saying?
“I’m tracking who’s putting cards and who isn’t,” Mab claims to Marlow, pointing two rather lethally pointy fingertips at her own eyes.
Marina moves from her seat, forcing herself onto a cushion next to Matthew as he disrobes again. “Pen,” she demands of him, opening her lips just enough for one of the vape pens to be tucked between them.
Malin applauds Matthew. “See? I picked the right size out and everything.”
Dovie stares at Matthew. “Wow, those are nice panties?”
“That’s such a you think to do, please drink someone on hard drugs,” Marlow advises Mab.
“Thing,” Marlow corrects herself, after a moment.
“Oh my god,” Mab is scandalised for the second time when Matthew shows off his rhinestone undies, covering her icy virgin eyes.
Dovie looks at the pill closely and pops it in.
Raising his hand after reading the card, Preston looks at it, frowning slightly. “What if we have nothing to bitch about?”
Dovie sinks into the sofa. “Oh my god…. what is this??” she murmurs, relaxing.
Matthew carries on with all the confidence of a greek daddy at a nude beach, offering up the pen to Marina, carefully aligning things just right before the tip settles to lips. He doesn’t notice Mab’s scandal.
Malin is not scandalised at all, watching Matthew.
“Am I surrounded by virgins or something?” Marlow wonders of no one in particular. “See, Blackwell, way less eye covering this time, go ahead and take it off,” Marlow points out to Preston.
Lykaia stands up and leans over to grab a card, then sits back, holding it up to read it. “Just the radio for me usually.” She tells to Preston. Then, without difference to her tone, adds. “How do you do these cards? Think this one’s difficult. I’m not dissatisfied.”
Aeryn glances at Dovie, arching a brow. “Do tell?”
“That’s a lie, don’t make me air your dirty laundry,” Mab teases Preston. But for now, she rises to her feet, deciding to get up and admire the penthouse for a bit.
Dante glances over to Matthew at all the commotion but doesn’t seem to be phased by the half nudity. He grunts like he’s either seen better or seen worse. A faint twitch of his lower lip in amusement and approval says it’s probably the latter, then he looks away.
Preston cocks his head at Mab, “I do my laundry fairly often, actually.”
Dovie smiles widely at Aeryn. “You gotta try this!!”
Malin stresses to Marlow, “There are no virgins in this town.”
“Nonsense,” Marlow tells Malin. “They’re a delicacy.”
Marina lets her lips close fully around the vape pen, sucking in a full lungful of vape smoke. She holds it for a moment before releasing it into the air, turned to the side so she isn’t vaping in anyone’s face. “I’m not a virgin,” she reveals to Marlow, “Sorry, vampires. I’m not that delicious.”
Malin recalls, “Emmett Hairytongue, whatever his name is,” to Marlow.
Preston shakes his head at Marlow, snorting a bit of a laugh. “It’s not my place,” he admits, gesturing towards Genevieve. “Would be rude.”
“Oh, well, we can’t let you date our Matty if you’re not a virgin,” Mab claims to Marina, “he needs someone pure like he is. What will people think?”
“Do you taste like fish?” Marlow asks Marina. “I heard a rumor a few weeks back that all the Mercers do, but I’ve not confirmed or denied for myself as yet.”
Dovie tells Marina. “Only a virgin would say that!”
“I wouldn’t know,” Marina admits to Marlow, “You can try me if you want… But I’m not a fishgirl, either, so probably not fishy.”
Matthew look at Mab like she’s crazy, “In what world did you think I was pure?” he asks, then is looking toward Marina like she needs assurance -how many times has she called him her friend- “I’m not pure. Never first never last, right?”
Marina holds up a hand with her pinky finger up, as if she’s expecting a pinky promise. “Never first, never last,” she agrees merrily.
“Don’t listen to him, guys always lie about how much they’ve scored,” Mab rebutts Matthew.
Malin is way too amped up right now, rubbing her palms briskly together.
Genevieve takes the cards out of the hat and quickly shuffles them before arranging them and sitting up straight, “Ahem, we need less of people who get jealous and mad at you for talking to their SO. It’s os toxic, I wasn’t trying to steal them, but even if I could, were they really yours to begin with.” She reads out and nods, snapping her fingers a few times in agreement. “And I wanna bitch about it’s all girl on girl action around here in town, but it’s the stabby kind, not the steamy kind. If you came for sapphic tension, sorry, you’re going to get corporate espionage paired with lip gloss and stilettos. The weapon of choice is gossip, and the battlfield is eyeliner and side eying.” She reads off, “I dunno that the stabby kind and the steam kind are that opposed really…”
Aeryn leans lightly against Malin.
Matthew pinky swears Marina on that most sacred of promises.
“Whoever wrote this sounds conflicted,” Marlow snickers.
Mab starts giggling into her elbows at the line about corporate espionage paired with lip gloss and stilettos. “I can’t believe someone would say that,” she pretends to be shocked, “I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
“I love women in eyeliner and side-eye,” Marina declares to everyone, “It’s the best sort of sapphic tension. Now kiss!”
Malin winks over at Mab for whatever reason.
Marlow side-eyes Marina.
Matthew look sover towards Genevieve as she reads off the card. “I don’t mind a little girl on girl action,” he offers out cus nobody asked. “Or boy on boy action,” his eyes slide towards Dante and then back to the hostess.
Marina looks aside at Malin and Matthew to relay an excited, “Daddy looked at me.”
Genevieve shuffles the cards to the back and reads the next one. “She thinks it meant nothing to me when I kissed her…” Her eyebrows go up a little, “But it did, and if that has to explained, it’s not meant to be.” She concludes, “Uhh, way to give up person.” She comments, then, “We need less of people declaring themselves to be cool instead of just acting cool.” She reads off, and then switches to the next card. “We need more of Matty taking off pants please.”
Dovie peers over at Lykaia, Aghilas, and Dante. “I don’t think I know you all yet. I’m Dovie!” she chirps, cheerfully, her cheeks flushed from whatever was in that pill.
Marlow rests her face in her hand, but can’t quite hide her laughter.
Something between the boozy milkshake and the vape pen has Marina forgetting this is an anonymous Bitch Bowler. “That last one’s me. I said we need more pants-off Matty,” she reveals, leaning into Matthew’s shoulder a bit when he brushes against her.
Preston settles into the sofa, mostly haven gone quiet. His singing was done, his milkshake is gone, and now he’s just listening to Genevieve read out the cards.
“Trying it would be trying you,” Aeryn tells Dovie. “I unfortunately, don’t react as well.”
There’s a moment when Mab looks chagrinned, but then the last bitch-card to be read has her looking around for someone to be blamed. When it settles on Marina, she tells her, “Outing yourself defeats the purposes of anonymity!”
“Sorry!” Marina insists to Mab.
Matthew calls out for the card, “Whoaah,” he calls out, “I’m here to please,” he then says, “Well really we all came from Africa… I can’t help that some people…” he motions it off. “At least my paw-paw’s hot, right?”
“Three little gold-digging will-invaders,” Marlow chastises the noisy trio. When the latest card is read out, Marlow studies the ceiling.
Having been distracted with Aghilas’s own thoughts after all those emotionally raw performances – having felt them all, truly, in his (hopefully) beating heart. He shakes his head clear and settles in to listen to the cards, only to stand up from his seat on the floor to offer a bow towards Dovie, all theatrical. “I am Aghilas ag Emenni of the Kel Ifergoumessen. A pleasure to meet you.” he introduces himself back, then settles back on the floor to listen to the rest of the bitching cards. Even if he doesn’t get most of the inside jokes about corporate espionage and eyeliner, which not to mention, his kohl-liner -is- immaculate.
Dovie quirks an eyebrow up at Aeryn. “State?’ Her eyes widen. “Ohhhh! Right!”
Aeryn grins to Dovie, fangs and all.
Dante clears his throat as he cuts a positively charmed, thuggish gaze over at Matthew the playa’s hands adjusting and smoothing out his opulent pimp coat as he deadpans. “Ain’t realize rhinestones had aphrodisiac properties but understand you would be on bottom.” He half-sneers wickedly.
Dovie nods at Aeryn, grinning. She turns to Aghilas. “Love your eye liner!”
Genevieve shuffles to the last two cards. “I want to bitch about global warming. Seriously. Every single day, without fail, the sun rises. It’s absurd. Cancel the sun, profit. Who needs it? Eternal darkness, come on. Everyone looks better in the dark.” She tilts her head slightly as if acknowledging that point. “Music sounds better in the dark. Parties go hard in the dark. The liquor hits different in the dark. Kissing is better in the dark. So yeah that’s me bitching about the sun. It ruins everything, Thank you for coming to my ted talk.” She concludes then flips to the last card. “We need more of wild nights out, explosions, pranks and easy drama-free times.”
“Woo!” Mab cheers, “Preach! Cancel the sun! Save the planet.” She raises her hands high in the air and claps.
“More explosions!” Malin sing-songs out happily as she claps.
“So hot,” Marina agrees with Matthew, stretching her arms out in front of herself. Then she stretches out a leg to join in on the stretching. “The sun is okay sometimes. Definitely more explosions, though!”
Matthew lifts his hand up to teh sky, “More explosions, here, here!” He unfortunately misses what Dante has to say his way, but rhinestones do seem to be a fixture of this guy’s style.
“Explode the sun,” Marlow combines the last two cards. “Profit.”
Matthew shoots Marlow a look, “Hey whoa, let’s not attack the sun, alright!”
“It is interesting that none of the things they were complaining about were actually caused by global warming though.” Genevieve points out.
“He’d be on bottom for me too,” Marina assures Dante cheerily. “Unless he wins the pillow fight first.”
“I think that would actually not save the planet,” Preston points out towards Mab, but otherwise doesn’t say much more. Once his milkshake is gone, he picks it up, and looks around for a garbage to discard it. “Thanks for the party, Vie!” Preston calls out to her, giving a wave to everyone else.
Dante snickers devilishly to himself, not pressing the issue as he goes back to his conversation with Aghilas. “Only the most interesting of company to keep around here. The Muse is perpetual and always in your face, right–poet?”
“Ok that’s the end of the official part of the party.” Genevieve declares.
“The sun warms the globe,” Marlow counters. “The sun is to blame for it all. Focus.”