one night in paradise // Cass
Oct 6, 2013 21:38:42 GMT -5
Post by Python on Oct 6, 2013 21:38:42 GMT -5
[/blockquote][/justify]That crisp afternoon, after a wild goose chase leading the Solothurns to abandoned allies and decrepit warehouses with empty hands, Deandra’s nerves were stretched as taut as a violin’s strings. In solitude they relaxed in their respective spaces, feet propped against furniture and cold beers wrapped in grimy hands as they waited for the sun to dip beneath the horizon. What precisely she was waiting for, Deandra was uncertain. She just knew that after a day’s worth of wasted time and no notable progress in hunting the criminals who deserved the sword of justice, she needed to relax. Her muscles were tense and the beer wasn’t working its magic just yet - probably because she was now dependent on it. A few more bottles would do the trick, but she wasn’t going to party that hard just yet. The night life was beckoning her, whispering promises of free alcohol and sweaty bodies. That was exactly what she needed: free drinks and men.
Except Samaria didn’t seem to share the interest. She insisted she would stay in for the evening and catch up on a good night’s sleep, to which Deandra replied with a scoff before she gulped the rest of her beverage. Fine, if Sammy wanted to be a nerdy loser-bitch, that was okay with her, but she was going to have some fun.
After a shower, of course.
She was in and out within minutes, having scrubbed all but a few traces of grime stains inked into her skin. Hair wrapped in a towel, she picked a relatively simple outfit (with a strict budget and an “I couldn’t care less” attitude there was no need to aim for anything beyond simplicity) then cracked open another cold one, determined to reach a buzz before she walked out of the house. She stretched herself out along the sofa and suffered the painstaking process of waiting for her hair to dry, all awhile Sam continued to sit in silence, seemingly absorbed in what looked like some type of old textbook. Nerd, she smirked, faintly wondering why Sam was so eager to succumb to fading school habits when there was a world of fun waiting for her outside. Was she just not in the mood for a good time? She never was as rambunctious as Deandra, but still, after today Sam should want to do more than just read and sleep like some schoolgirl. What was up with her?
She decided not to ask, and instead focused on what sort of guy she would try to hook up with tonight, if at all. Should she go for shaven or whiskered, brunette or blonde, monstrously tall or average height? Should she act bold and try to score with one of the haughty career boys, or aim for somebody more casual and manageable? Should they have short hair, or longer hair? Straight or curled? What color eyes? Blue, she suddenly decided. He had to have blue eyes, because she was in a blue-eyed mood. They were the prettiest type of eyes, and nobody could ever convince her otherwise.
On the subject of blue eyes, however, a figure with a significantly striking pair of them came to mind. As she sipped the rest of her beer, eyes trained on the ceiling, she wondered what Castella would do if Deandra asked her to join her for the evenings festivities. Ripred knew the girl needed something to relax that stiff spine of hers. Hadn’t she mentioned something about being a virgin? No, not even that - she had never even kissed a man before. Deandra’s eyes glittered. Oh yeah, she was definitely inviting Cas.
”Hey, I’m going to the store. You want anything?” Sam’s voice dragged her out of her own thoughts. She stared lazily at the taller sibling and pondered for a moment. ”Nah,” she muttered, pressing the rim of the glass to her lips. Sam shrugged and headed for the door, which is when Deandra finally sat up straight and leapt to her feet. She really did need something from her; how else was she going to get a hold of Cas without walking out herself? ”Wait!” Sam paused in the doorway and quirked an eyebrow. She didn’t like that expression on Sam’s face, but she chose to ignore it for now. ”I need a favor,” she said, and evidently Sam didn’t like that. She flashed a grimace as if doing favor for her own sister would be painful. Deandra wasn’t that difficult, was she? ”Don’t give me that bitch face. I just need you to stop by Cas’ place and tell her to come over in an hour.”
”Why?" Why was she so nosy? Oh wait, she was always like that.
”Don’t worry about it. But tell her to put on something nice.”
”Dean…” There was an obvious trace of suspicion in that tone. She wanted to roll her eyes. ”Okay, fine. I’m taking her to a bar. Thought I could introduce her to some guys,” she admitted. That same damn expression on Sam’s face failed to falter. If anything, it twisted even further into a mask of disapproval. ”Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
”Of course it is! The girl needs to loosen up. Just do it, okay?” Her patience was wearing thin, and Sam seemed to sense this. She muttered a soft “fine” before vanishing behind the door, leaving Deandra to her own excitement. Tonight was going to be one hell of a night, she just knew it. Cas was totally going to thank her later! Now all she had to do was wait. She could never remember when Cas’ career training sessions were finished, so hopefully Sam wouldn’t be interrupting anything important. Besides, what could be more important than hanging out with a best friend? This was top priority, Cas just didn’t realize it yet.
An hour and a half later, Deandra couldn’t remember how she had managed to fall asleep on the sofa. She only recalled that after grumbling about tardiness, she had rested her head against the cushion with another bottle in hand and drifted in and out of a sleep-like trance until she finally lost control and slumped like a limp doll. The creak of the door opening without a knock (Cas always had permission to welcome herself) only tickled the edge of her consciousness, prompting her to stir. It wasn’t until several minutes later that her eyes fluttered open and noticed the silhouette of an intruder standing not five feet away from her. She cursed and practically jumped out of her skin, spilling beer onto the fabric of the soda. ”Dammit, Cas!” She sighed and set the bottle down on the nearest table, willing herself to calm down. What was it with Cas and watching people with that unblinking stare? ”I told you not to do that, it’s just creepy.” She stood up and check herself for stains. Clean. Then she glanced over at the clock and frowned. ”You’re late.”