7/30/2003
12:49
AM
Logfile
from Chase.
The
Berkley Apartments - 302
Sparse
living at its finest, or worse. The wood flooring actually as something of a
luster to it through the careful maintenance of leaser's past. Walls are a
rather neutral beige with something of a wood border about a third of the way
up to add some character, as sparse as it is though. There is a threadbare
couch, simple table and chairs, a tiny kitchen and an even tinier bathroom. A
pair of doors seem to oppose one another down the small hall to the bathroom,
each one leading to a different bedroom. But it is the additions that seem to
give this places its character: like the expensive stereo system just over
there flanked by a couple of towers of CDs or the dreamcatcher by the window
that overlooks the fire escape and the street below.
Obvious
exits:
Exit
It is a
really good thing that Chase and Kenny's neighbors are either really lenient or
are never around, because currently there are the sounds of music coming from
the apartment, more than likely from a local radio station. Chase, himself, is
settled upon the floor, singing along with Beyonce now and again when he
actually knows the words in between shooting tie fighters on behalf of the
rebel alliance from the video game he is currently playing.
And
it's the music that let's Mina know that the Genbu's in. Tapping lightly on his door, she stands on
tiptoe to peek through the peephole in hopes of catching sight of the
seishi. "Chase-kun," she
calls through the wooden barrier.
"Open up, I know you're in there!" She's in a good mood, her genki features sparkling with
excitement.
Chase's
head comes up and he hits the pause button. Dropping the controller to the
floor, he crawls to his feet and goes up to the door, eye peeping right on back
through the hole. Whoa. Dark. "Who is it?" Yeah, you heard right.
*snicker*
"What
do you mean who is it," Mina pouts, sticking her tongue out towards the
door and sniffing. "Obviously you
don't want to hear my news, Chase-kun," she adds with a huff. "Fine, I'll go seek out someone else to
celebrate with." And with that,
she turns as if to head down the hall and back out to the street.
*snick*
The door is quickly opening and Chase is reaching out to try to snag the girl's
shirt. "Awwwww, I was just messing with you. What news is this? Come on
in. I'll -uh... I'll get out a box of Fruit Loops for you or something."
Mina
peeks over her shoulder at Chase, still huffy.
"Perhaps I don't want to share with you after all," she sniffs
again. But who is she kidding, she
can't keep the news to herself.
Bouncing into his apartment, she clasps her hands together
delightedly. "Guess who got the
Dean's scholarship for this year?"
Chase
chuckles faintly, reaching over to shut the door behind them. "Oh, come
on. Share." He moves over, flopping onto the couch, slumping neatly into
the corner, "Dean's scholarship?" And the first person to come to
mind is naturally: "Hiroshi?"
Mina
settles next to Chase, poking him in the ribs.
"Wrong answer, try again."
She's insulted really, is Hiroshi even in college yet?
Oh
yeah, he is. Chase is poked though, curling over to the side at it. "No?
Well, damn. He should have. That's too bad." He leans back a little
further into the couch corner, dropping his head back against the cushions.
"Huh... Dunno. Illuminate me." So sarcastic.
"He
might have, there's more than one scholarship," Mina considers for a brief
moment before she's punching Chase lightly in the arm. "You don't deserve illumination, Chase-kun,"
she sulks, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting. How is he so good at ruining her good
mood? Her parents got it in one guess.
Chase
just smiles across to her. Smile. Oh yeah. Smile. Smile. "Of course I
don't. I'm just some ignorant hick from nowhere who finds it a hell of a lot
more entertaining to tweak the kitty's tail then out and out say exactly what
she wants me to say. Yep, that's me." And he will now take this moment to
stick his tongue out at her.
Chase
is just asking for it, so Mina obliges.
Finger wiggle lets the Genbu know just how tweaked her tail is. Well, the finger wiggle and resulting
fuzzies, that is. And then she's
smirking slightly, adding a rather unnecessary, "Wiggle, turtle boy, 'cuz
that's all the action you're ever going to get from me."
Dood.
That is so bad. So bad. Chase blinks and then falls forward. Fine. Two can play
at this. If he is going to be wiggling, it is going to be on her if at all
possible, because if tortured is
involved, she is going to be getting it too -or at least he is going to try so
very hard to do so. "Mina!"
"Eek! Chase-kun!" Mina's wiggled on, and it has her flushing and pushing at the
Genbu, trying to tip him off her.
"Ecchi seishi," she accuses, because she's got a sneaky
suspicion that the falling was on purpose.
Peeking at Chase's face, she's ready to switch out the fuzzies for the
slimeys if Chase looks like he's enjoying the situation in any way.
Chase
didn't mean anything sick and demented by it, he was simply trying to give as
good as he got. Thus, revenge. Alas, the boy is slipping and falling onto the
floor, smirking, "Hey, girl.... don't make me freeze something!"
Looking
relieved as Chase finally slips onto the floor, she sniffs, turning her nose up
haughtily. "Don't make me drop an
elephant on you, Chase-kun," she retaliates. "I'd hate to have to hurt you." Empty threat if anything, but she does let
up on the poor Genbu's torture, the fuzzy weasels disappear with a brief
thought and she's peeking over the edge of the couch, beaming at the
seishi. "Anyone ever tell you that
it's dangerous to tweak a tiger's tail?"
Chase
snorts. "Dropping an elephant on me would send me right down into Brice's
place. I don't think he'd be too happy about that." Knuckles wrap upon the
flooring before he is looking back over to her, happily fuzzy free. "Sure.
But that hasn't stopped me before, and it won't stop me in the future. So, you
really did get that?"
Mina
shrugs lightly, "You spend enough time there, ne? Might as well make it one big
apartment." Beaming down at the
Genbu, she nods her head happily, her Caribbean blue eyes sparkling with her
enthusiasm. "Hai, I applied for it
at the end of the Spring semester, and I'm one of the recipients. It's going to save my parents a couple
thousand, at least." She just
needs to maintain a 3.5 gpa, but seeing as she pretty much needs a 4.0 for
veterinary school, it shouldn't be too hard.
"So you should take me out to celebrate, Chase-kun."
Chase
is still recovering from the last time he went out, and she expects him to take
her out now? He actually chuckles though, climbing up off of the floor and
placing his hands upon the back of the couch, "Nice." He smiles back
right on down at her though, "Celebrate, eh? You, me, and a big ol' bottle
of vodka?"
Of
course she does. Mina doesn't know that
he'd gone out recently. Turning over on
the couch to peek up at the Genbu, she wrinkles her nose slightly. "Vodka? What about something yummier, like wine coolers. The strawberry daiquiri ones are to die
for." Much better than plain old
alcohol. "I'm in the mood to
experiment though. I've always wanted
to try Sex on the Beach or a Fuzzy Nipple."
Chase
is immediately wrinkling his nose. "Wine coolers? My grandmother drinks
wine coolers." He rolls his eyes though, and then peers a little closer at
her, "Got a fake ID? Maybe if you put something on a bit more... skin
tight, I might be able to get you into a place without an ID." He rubs his
chin as he considers her.
Mina? Have a fake id? And wear skintight clothing?
"Perhaps we should stay in," she decides after a brief,
uncomfortable pause. "I suppose
that Fuzzy Navel can wait until I'm twenty-one." And then she's frowning at Chase and poking at him again. "Are you calling me your
grandmother? I'll have you know that
wine coolers are much better than plain vodka and infinitely better than
beer." The last is said with a
wrinkled nose, her distaste obvious for the stuff.
Chase
blinks down at her, and then chuckles. "I can get you one, you know? A
fake ID. Get a really good and professionally done one too. Just as good and
authentic as the real thing. I can set you up." He nods most sagely,
squints at her for a moment, considers, and then slips away to the kitchen.
"I've got something just as nice as a wine cooler, only better..."
Mina
sniffs and shakes her head. "Iie,
I don't need a fake id." Only it's
obvious that she does. "I don't
think I could pull of being twenty-one anyway, Chase-kun. Any bouncer worth his salt would know that
it wasn't real right away, ne?"
She blinks as the Genbu makes his way into the kitchen before pushing up
off the couch and trotting after him.
"Better?"
Chase
rolls his eyes, "And you think that I've got it any easier?" He really
has to work now to make them believe he is twenty-one, and even then half the
time it doesn't work. He drops into a crouch and begins to rummage inside of
one of the lower cabinets. After a moment, he comes back up, only to hide the
label of a bottle of something that is clear in appearance. "Hey now...
just wait." He edges along the counter 'til finding the glasses to pour
the contents in a pair of them. "A whole lot better."
"I
didn't say you have it easy, Chase-kun, in fact I'm surprised that you get in
at all." Moving up behind the
seishi as he drops to a crouch, she leans over his shoulder, peeking
curiously. "Why should I wait? Waiting's no fun at all." It's that darn Byakko curiosity of
hers. Eyeing the two glasses
skeptically, she notes warily, "It doesn't look a whole lot
better." In fact, it looks a whole
lot like straight vodka.
Chase
flashes her a bright smile, and then rolls his eyes at her skeptical look.
"I can look older than I am if I really want to." It is all in the
eyes. "You like peach, right? This tastes like peach." Schnapps that
is. Glass is offered to her along with an even more smarmy grin.
Sometimes
Mina's far too easy. This is one of
those times. "Oooh,
peach?" Reaching for the glass,
she sniffs suspiciously at the liquid before taking a tiny sip. Licking her lips, she concedes, "It's
not bad." And then she's lifting
her glass to clink against his, smiling and saying "Cheers." And then she's downing the glass in one go,
trying to prove that although she likes wine coolers, she's no light-weight.
"Cheers!
And to your new scholarship!" Chase concedes, clinking his glass with
her's as well, smile beaming, and taking a good, long drink as well.
"Ahhhhhhh. More?" Of course, the boy is already filling. "See, told
you it was pretty good. They've got all kinds of flavors. Like peppermint and
sour apple and just all kinds."
Only
Mina is a lightweight. And it's soon
obvious after she sips at her second glass, licking her lips again. "Mmm, peppermint? Sour apple?
D'you have any of those," she asks brightly, giggling ever so
slightly. "I'd like to try
them. Y'know Chase-kun, this is awfully
good. Much better than wine
coolers," she nods with a delighted motion. "I'm ever so glad that I thought of it."
Chase
shakes his head from side to side, "Nope, just this one, and just this
kind. It is a good kind though. Just like a margarita. Taste so good that
before you know it, the drink is gone and you are trashed." But, of
course, that is the best part. He chuckles at her though, reaching over to try
to grab her sleeve and drag Mina back to the couch. "So, tell me, what
have you been up to though, besides getting scholarships like some kind of
geek."
Mina
sniffles haughtily, still cradling her glass close, careful not to let even a
drop spill. "I'm not a geek,
you're just jealous Chasie-wasie."
She reaches over to pet the Genbu on the head, adding benignly,
"Demo, don't worry. I don't take
it personally because I know that you just wish you were as smart as
me." Plopping down on the couch,
she blinks blearily before beaming, "Anou... Rathan is getting a new
roommate. Nikki. She's awfully pretty, but that's okay
because she's going to cook for me. And
we're going shopping together to buy housewarming gifts and kung-fu
dvds." She frowns slightly and
adds, "But I'm not allowed to bring my kitties over there. Nikki doesn't like them."
Chase
is patted. Huh. He slips onto the couch as well, leaning over to add more drink
to her glass. You know, to make sure it doesn't go dry. "Nikki? She? As in
a girl? He has a new girl roommate. That's at Lexie's old place, isn't
it?" He flops back into the corner of the couch, contemplating this as he
drinks from his own glass. "Why does he got a new roommmate? And no kitties?
I'd take them... only I dunno if Benny would eat them or not."
"Because
she's his miko," Mina notes in a conspiratorial whisper. "He doesn't know that I know, but I
do." Nodding her head, she appears
pleased that she'd put two and two together.
"But she doesn't care that it used to be Lexie's place. She doesn't care about Lexie at all. I told her that's who'd been Rath's roommate
beforehand." She cocks her head,
taking another sip from her never-empty glass, adding, "But she seems
awfully nice. She said she'd cook for
me, and I can come over any time. She
doesn't mind. I just can't bring my
kittens. Well, they're not my kittens
yet. I'm going to go and pick them up
from the pound. Rath's going to choose
them for me, I just have to be sure that he doesn't pick out psycho kitties,
because then they may hurt him while..."
Giggling, she pokes the other seishi, "While you know."
Chase
isn't quite under the influence enough to simply glaze over half of what Mina
says, because quite a bit of it actually registers in that head of his.
"Eh?" Wow, now that took a lot of brain power. "His miko?
Wait... he has a miko now?" This little bit of information is filed away,
only to be swept off as the girl continues. Now, roughly, Chase is going to take
on the appearance of a fish out of water. Wide eyes and mouth opening and
closing. Another "Eh?" He facepalms though, nearly doing it with the
wrong hand and getting a face full of liquor, but he actually uses his free
palm, so the disaster is averted. "Ugh. Mina! I don't need to know about
that! That is just sick and wrong!" *guzzle*
"Hai,
she's the new miko." Mina doesn't
know that Nikki's not like Lexie, one miko for all four gods, thus she
considers Nikki to be the former Yin no miko's full replacement. "But don't go getting any ideas,"
she warns, waving a finger in front of the seishi's nose. "She looks rather young. And she's French. Rathan seems to like French women, ne? First Rainey and now Nikki.
I'm not French," is noted next, a rather disgruntled look upon her
features. "I wonder if he would
have loved me if I was French."
She blinks over at Chase and giggles again, falling over onto him. "Oooh, don't be an old granny, Chase-kun. I bet we could compare stories, you could
tell me about Lexie and I could tell you about Rath. Or... what is that girl's name that you're with now? Sayed?
Sarah? Iie... that's not
it." She makes a thoughtful moue,
trying to remember the name.
Okay,
so maybe it briefly crossed his mind that this Nikki girl might possibly be
some sort of girl that would be a lot like Lexie. Chase blinks though at her
response, and he is immediately on the defensive, "Awwwww, no. I didn't
get any ideas... French, eh? No, Lex was definitely on the Italian side of things.
Huh... French." He'll certainly ponder that one. "And I'm not an old
granny! I don't kiss and tell and...." Wait. He downs the last of his
glass, and sets it to the side, but he reaches over instead for the bottle.
Suddenly, a bright smile lights up his features, "Wanna see what I got
her? Sayuri... But hush, it's a secret,
I ain't supposed to show anyone. But I'll show you, 'cause you are
different."
"Good,"
Mina looks satisfied, crossing her arms over her chest. "Because I know your penchant for Yin
mikos. You're just as bad as me,
Chase," she giggles behind a hand.
"There's something about forbidden fruit, ne?" Holding out her now empty glass for a
refill, she pouts slightly, "You don't kiss and tell ever?" Shaking her head sadly, she just looks
disappointed. "Demo, I was going
to ask you for ideas. You're a guy, you
know what guys like, ne?" She
smiles brightly up towards the seishi, "I wanted to surprise
Rath." And then she's blinking,
eyes widening in surprised expectation.
"Oooh, you got her a gift?
Lemme see, please? I promise I
won't tell." And then she's
looking proud, nodding her head knowingly, "Hai, hai, I'm much
different."
Chase
hesitates, turning back towards her. "It was only /one/ Yin miko,"
this emphasized by a single finger lifting in front of her face, "and she
was different too. She was fun, was about ten years older than me, and was sure
good in...." But he is distracted once again, only to press that very same
finger against her lips. "You can't say anything though. Not to anyone.
Not to Kenny, or any of the Byakko, or those Yin, or your kittens. No nobody,
otherwise I'm sure Say will gut me like a fish." Head is bobbed with
exaggeration and great panache. The truth, you know. He takes another guzzling
drink of the peach schnapps, hands her the bottle, and then prepares to drag
her off to the bedroom to show. "Come on."
"Good
in what?" Mina has to ask. "In the kitchen? In the bath?" But before she can ask for more explanations, there's a fingers
pressed against her lips. Eyes widening
solemnly, she makes the cross-her-heart motion. "I won't tell a soul," she promises against his finger,
eyes serious. "Not even my
kittens." Which isn't saying much
since the kittens don't exist at the moment.
"I'm good a keeping secrets.
I keeps secrets from Rathan all the time." Peering blearily at the bottle, she holds it
close and wobbles after Chase towards the bedroom. "Is it something pretty?"
"Actually,
she was damn good in the kitchen. Made me this dinner once... Mmmmmmmm."
Chase licks his lips in remembrance of that meal, because it really was one of
the better ones he had in a long time. "She as good in a lot of
things..." Yes, the inevitable moment of sadness crosses his face before
steeling over. Head shakes from side to side though, momentarily causing the
boy a bit of a loss of equilibrium and a reach for the wall to steady himself.
"Whoa. That was a close one." He kicks open the door to his room
though and leads her through, "Well, it /can/ be pretty if you use it
right."
Mina
pouts as she follows Chase through the door.
"I wish I could cook," she sighs wistfully. "It'd be awfully nice to make a nice,
romantic dinner for two, ne? With
candles and music and flowers."
Her smile goes hazy just thinking about it. "Is that what your dinner was like, Chase-kun, flowers and
candles and music?" She peers
dreamily over at the seishi, attempting to steady him too late as he falls
against the wall. Her actions have the
opposite result though, as she leans heavily on him, using his stable form to
help regain her own balance. "Be
careful," she warns. "The
floor's being tricky, it won't hold still." And then she's smiling blearily at the seishi, "Oooh, does
it sparkle and have lots of lights? I
like lights, they're so pretty when the blink."
Chase
chuckles and is once more shaking his
head rather avidly from side to side, dark hair flopping about with the
action, "Not quite all of that,
just really, really good food. She really was very, very nice. Quite snuggly.
You know, I really like to snuggle." Just a random bit of information.
"Next time I make you s'mores, I'll have wildflowers and I'll sing you a
song and... well, a fire? How about that?" He tries to makes his way into
the bedroom, but with her weight on him, it takes quite a bit of work, mostly
using the wall and furniture to keep him upright. "Lights? No,
silly-minnie, it doesn't have /lights/. But it is pink."
Mina
glomps onto Chase, her eyes going teary at how nice he is. "Honto ne? You'd do all that for me?
You really are the best friend a girl could ask for." She stands on her tiptoes to deliver a
rather sloppy kiss to the seishi's cheek, swaying slightly. "Ooh, hold still floor," she
chides. "You're not supposed to be
moving so much." It takes her a
good moment to regain her balance and then she's peering eagerly at the
seishi's door. "Pink? Oooh, is it a big pink dinosaur, Chase-kun? I like pink dinosaurs. You know, there's this song that goes
'lalala something pink diiinosaur...'"
Chase
acks. Literally. He is being smooched by her, and it is a slobbery one.
"Mina!" comes the protest, hand wiping at all of the slobber on his
cheek. "I swear I'm going to tell on you. Tell on yooooouuuuuu." More
finger waggling. "Go sit down. You're heavy." She better sit, 'cause
he is simply going to stagger away and to his dresser. "And I've got blue
and purple too." It takes a couple of tries to open that top drawer.
"Heh. Heheh. Pink dinosaur."
Mina
just pikus as she wobbles over to Chase's bed and sits on it, watching him
expectantly. "Tell on me? Why?
Girls can kiss their friends, right?
It's not like I really kissed you." And then she looks sad for a moment, adding with a slight shrug,
"And even if I did, it wouldn't matter, ne? Rathan already said that he doesn't care..." She's feeling maudlin, and it's bringing
down her high. Taking a brief guzzle
from the bottle that she's brought with her, she pushes that thought out of her
mind. "Blue and purple dinosaurs
as well? Ooh, can I have one
Chase-kun? I know the pink one's saved
for Sayuri, demo blue's almost as nice.
I wonder if there's a blue dinosaur song?" And then she lapses into singing the chorus
from the Pink Dinosaur song again.
"Nononononono,"
Chase drawls, riffling through the drawer and tossing out this and that as he
looks. Finally, he seems to come up with something, the sound of a plastic bag
crackling. Leaving the drawer wide open, he totters over, only to fall on his
side onto the bed. "Commere!" A few crawling movements forward,
"It ain't a dinosaur, but I might get one of those now. But I want a
pokka-dotted one."
Since
Chase is laying on his bed, it's only natural for Mina to do so as well. Slinking up the bed, her eyes on the plastic
bag, she snuggles next to the Genbu and pouts only slightly. "It's not a dinosaur?" Awww, her hopes are dashed so easily. "Then what is it? Candy?
Ooh, did you buy her a pink candy heart? Can I have one too? One
that says: U R 2 Cool. I loves those
candy hearts. Though they all taste the
same to me. But you don't buy them for
the taste, ne? It's the messages that
are important." She yawns tiredly
and blinks up at the seishi, "If you get a polka-dotted one, can you get
me a pink one? I think pink dinosaurs
are cute."
Chase
manages to crawl up onto his knees, reaching into the bag. He pulls out
something, and it most certainly isn't a candy heart. It looks almost like a
really, really fat marker, or maybe a glue stick. He pops the tops the pink off
though, reaches over, and rather unceremoniously moves as if to draw a big pink
heart on her cheek with it, the smell of strawberries coming with it.
"Nope. Even better. I can /make/ my own heart with this. Just like....
there. All done."
Mina
giggles, eyes widening as she reaches up to touch the unseen design and then
she's reaching into the bag to pull out a marker of her own. This one purple. "Oooh, fun!"
Popping off the top, she tries to give Chase a curly-cue moustache that
one sees on cartoon villains all the time.
And then she's giggling more, ordering, "Take off your shirt,
Chase-kun, I'll give you your tattoo back.
You said you wanted another, ne?"
See what a giving friend she is?
Chase
laughs and nods, "That one is grape. I think the other is raspberry.
Maybe. I don't remember. But it sure smelled good. But guess what! Guess!
Guess! Guess!" And despite the rather excited demands, he is struggling
with the removal of he shirt, having a bit of trouble at his neck, snickering
the entire time, and then it does finally pop off, moustache smearing some in
the aftermath.
Mina
crawls down, tugging on the waist of Chase's pants as she bites the top off the
marker again. "Wmrph?" Spitting out the top onto the Genbu's cover,
she asks again, "What, what, what?" Because she has no idea what goes on in the fuzzy mind of
his. Holding the purple marker up to
her nose, she inhales deep and then about goes cross-eyed from the fumes. "Don't try that," she notes
dizzily before frowning down at the seishi's abdomen. "Take off your pants too.
I can't draw the lips properly if your clothing's on."
Chase
laughs, and then moves over closer to Mina. He takes a firm hold of her head
though and proceeds to lick her cheek. Yep. "Mmmmmmmmm. Strawberry."
What a couple of fruits. First peach, and now other flavors. "Isn't this
the best gift ever! They are so much fun!" While struggling out of his
pants, he is reaching over to try to yank her shirt up and write the inevitable
U R 2 Cool across her tummy, giggling the whole time.
Mina
blinks as Chase licks her cheek and then she's giggling madly. "They taste yummy too?" Leaning up, she licks along his upper lip
tasting the grape flavor. "Mmmm...
yummy." And then she'll try to
trade him markers as lips really do look better in pink. As he struggles out of his pants, she
wiggles briefly as he writes across her belly before giggling madly and tugging
down the waistband of his undies just enough to draw a pair of lips where the
tattoo used to be. Filling them in, she
giggles before giving a brief lick and then blinking up at Chase. "Where did you get these markers? The toy shop? Kids must have an awful lot of fun with them."
Chase
bursts into laughter considering that despite the numbing sensations in some
areas of his body, others are just plain ticklish. He is giggling once again
despite trying to stay still for her drawing. "Oooooh. Wait!" Pink is
given over and now he has the blue, drawing across her back and up and arm with
a movement that more than likely divests her with her shirt. That /thing/ is
supposed to be a weasel, but it is looking rather almost like a snake with
feet. "Whiskers... The Pussycat! Isn't that the best place? They gave me
my piercing, and tattoo... Ooooh, but now I've got a new one. That is so much
better, Mina. So much better." His voice sounds most grave and serious
now. "You are a really, really good drawer."
Mina
preens happily, "Lips aren't hard."
And since Chase is shirtless, she attempts to draw a bra across his
chest, though in truth it's a couple of triangles and some wavery lines. The loss of her shirt isn't really noticed,
so intent is she on doodling on the seishi and the she blinks, puzzled. "The Pussycat? The Pink Pussycat? They have children's toys?
That's just naughty, Chase-kun," she shakes her head as she fills
in one of the triangles and then gives up and licks at the tip of the
marker. "Hrm... you're not wearing
many clothes," she notes with a giggle, poking at his belly button. "You're a stripper!"
Chase's
drawing has apparently devolved into simply a bunch of squiggly lines. Never
was all that good in art class. You know, always coloring outside the lines and
such. Squiggles go down, down, down, until reaching her pant line. Bah. His face squinches up in
annoyance, only to try to divest her of those as well. Squiggle. "Oh? Do
they? That is so bad. Very, very, very, very, very naughty." Of course,
followed by more snickers. "A stripper? Oh! New job. I'd be a great
stripper!" More wobbling as he attempts to stand up on the bed to strike a
pose, "Baaa-dada-Baaaa-dada-boom-chika-chika."
Mina
doesn't want Chase to feel lonely, thus she helps wiggle out of her shorts and
then she's kneeling while he's shaking his groove thing and drawing money
coming out of the waistband of his undies.
"Oooh, sexy," she coos, giggling up at him as she circles
around to the clean slate of his back.
Nibbling her lower lip thoughtfully, she finally decides on a larger
version of his kanji symbol, drawing it for all the world to see. He may not like it, but it's on his back, he
probably won't see it anyway. And she
likes the harsh simplicity of it.
"Hold still," she grumbles as one of his shakes makes her line
go all wonky. When she's done, she just
flops down on the bed and giggles.
"I like you present, Chase-kun.
They're fun." She blinks up
blearily and adds with a soft smile, "You're fun."
Chase
fairly collapses onto the bed as well after his little tease, as drunkenly
uncoordinated as it was. Naturally, he bounces with the mattress, more than
likely causing a few springs in the box to break. "Ooooooooh." He
rolls over, naturally snuggling right on up with Mina, "Awwwww. But you
are more fun, Mina. You are fun and pretty and my bestest best friend and you
can draw on me any time."
Mina's
response to Chase is a light snore.
Alcohol, coloring on friends, and beds do not mix well, and the poor
Byakko's out, shifting slightly so that she can snuggle up to the Genbu's
warmth because it's awfully cold without and clothing on. She giggles once again in her sleep and
mutters something about pink dinosaurs but at least she doesn't attempt to sing
the song again.
Hey! It
was a success. Nobody threw up. There was no brawling. All is great.
"Mina? Mina?" There are a couple of taps to her forehead, but seeing
as she isn't going to be waking up, he drags his arms around her and sighs
happily, humming a few bars of 'boom-chicka-boom-boom' 'til dropping off as
well.
7/30/2003
03:54
PM
Logfile
from Chase.
The
Berkley Apartments - 302
Sparse
living at its finest, or worse. The wood flooring actually as something of a
luster to it through the careful maintenance of leaser's past. Walls are a
rather neutral beige with something of a wood border about a third of the way
up to add some character, as sparse as it is though. There is a threadbare
couch, simple table and chairs, a tiny kitchen and an even tinier bathroom. A
pair of doors seem to oppose one another down the small hall to the bathroom,
each one leading to a different bedroom. But it is the additions that seem to
give this places its character: like the expensive stereo system just over
there flanked by a couple of towers of CDs or the dreamcatcher by the window
that overlooks the fire escape and the street below.
Amefuri
is here.
Obvious
exits:
Exit
You
know, when the morning light streaks through a window like that and strikes a
guy in the eyes, especially after a night like last night, it really is
torture. Still closed eyes squinch up more, and the boy turns to the side. Turn
to quickly and his head is liable to explode. Warmth. Soft warmth and the smell
of fruits. He'll just snuggle up with that. Yep. Hey, if it smells like fruit,
then it can't be Benito, right?
The
pain, oh the pain that just won't go away.
Groggy, Mina just reacts on instinct, returning the snuggling with a
soft sigh, she blinks open her eyes blearily.
And then blinks again. Wait,
that's not who she was expecting.
"Aiiiiieeee!" The
scream can probably be heard throughout the whole apartment building, and she's
instantly regretting it because the sound reverberates continuously within her
head. Holding her head between her
hands she looks at him, looks at herself and just starts panicking all over again. "Oh my god, oh my god..."
Ouch. Just
ouch. Well, maybe a more death-toll sort of pain actually that slams through
his head and threatens never to ever, every stop. "Oooooh!" Hand
lifts up to push against his forehead at the very close proximity of the
scream. That was so bad words cannot simply describe it. Eyes squint open to
lock on Mina, a blurry Mina at that. "What the hell was that for?"
Mina
would move, but she can't manage that just yet. Her head's complaining mightily and the rest of her body just
doesn't seem to want to comply with her wishes. Flopping back against the mattress, she moves a pillow between
their bodies and just moans pitifully.
"Chase-kun, you're not wearing any clothes." Which is a lie, he's got his undies on. "And I'm mostly undressed too,"
she adds, looking down at her squiggle covered body. Squiggles? "Oh my
god, what did we do last night?"
Peach Schnapps is evil, eviiiiil.
Things
are slowly beginning to come a bit more clear in Chase's head, although that is
up to interpretation. Okay. In bed, mostly nekkid, with a mostly nekkid Mina.
Hung over. Body paint. Body paint? Confusion shows along the with pain as he
squints at her a little longer. "You are in my bed." Duh.
"Uhm... Hi." Fuzzy memories aren't doing him a bit of good at the
moment.
Clarity
eludes poor Mina, though, and she whimpers, covering her eyes with an arm. The one saving grace is that she's not
completely naked, and neither is Chase.
And that's a slim one. One eye
peeks out to focus on the poster of Legolas facing the bed and she just moans
again. "Chase-kun, whatever you
gave me last night, don't ever give it to me again, okay?" The throbbing behind her temples isn't
easing any, but she makes a valiant effort to turn her head and smile weakly at
the Genbu. "You look
terrible."
Chase
continues to squint at Mina, as if maybe by simply looking at her he can figure
things out. Alas, there is absolutely nothing there. It is the searching sort
of look. He sort of snorts something of a chuckle, but it is rather
halfhearted. "But you had fun, right?" He is a guy. This demands to
be asked.
Blurry
images of laughing and stripping Chase pops into Mina's head and she flushes a
deep red, looking away slightly.
"Hai Chase-kun, I always have fun with you." She peeks up over the pillow barrier and
nibbles on her lower lip and has to ask because she can't quite remember,
"Demo... demo, we didn't do /anything/, right?" And then she's frowning again and sniffing
at him, blinking confusedly yet again.
"And why do you smell like strawberries and grapes?"
Chase
notices that blushing from the other side of the bed, and suddenly his worst
fears come to light. Oh shi... And why, Oh why should he not remember a bit of
it? "Uhm, good." He looks confused for a moment longer before
offering her a chuckle that only has him reaching for that poor aching head of
his. Ow. "Anything?" As for the last. "You too. It might be
the... uh... the..." Hand reaches over to scratch at her cheek, flaking
away some pink stuff that was part of the heart.
"You
don't remember either?" Oh, that's
not looking good for them behaving themselves.
Mina pales again, eyes widening as Chase's hand reaches over and she
flinches ever so slightly at his touch, though she doesn't pull away entirely
as he scrapes lightly at her cheek.
Obviously her pillow barrier isn't very effective. Trying to maintain the easy air about them,
she turns to face the Genbu, not wanting things to turn awkward between them
again. Not wanting to push him
away. "The what,
Chase-kun?" Oh there's a world of
emotions flickering about in her stormy gaze, confusion, regret, acceptance,
and worry swimming around as she just stares at the seishi. And then she's giggling, because he's got a
silly moustache flaking across her upper lip.
Chase
blinks across to her. She doesn't remember anything. "Nothing? You don't
remember anything?" He isn't sure though if that is a good or bad thing,
male pride being what it is. He swallows and then flops back on his own pillow,
only to wince again at the sudden movement. He really must remember to stop
that. "This stuff, I mean," he indicates, looking at the pink stuff
on his finger and smelling it. Yep, strawberry. Oh damn, that was supposed to
be for Say too... He winces, turning away now and felling really, really
guilty. His eyes squeeze shut to try to block out the implications of this only
to flash open at her giggling. "Eh? What?"
Mina
shakes her head and then instantly regrets it, cradling it between her hands
and wincing, eyes crossing at the pain.
"Don't do that," she advises.
"It hurts." As he
flops onto his own pillow, she leans over, worrying about the Genbu now,
because he's not looking all that good.
"Chase-kun, Chase... are you... are you..." She sighs, deciding perhaps it's better not
to ask. Instead, she changes the
subject, blinking at the squiggles on her arms again. "Anou... what is this anyway?"
"Flavored
body paint," Chase responds. And it itches too. He scratches at his
drawn-on 'bra' only to realize what it is and smirk. He /so/ didn't draw that.
Of course, his gaze wanders. noting the bits of clothing still on him, and her.
Confusion still reigns though. Hrm. Maybe.... He eyes Mina a little closer,
searching her. Surely he would have remembered if he and she... A couple of
chuckles as one arm drops over his eyes to shield them from the morning light
and such, "My head hurts."
"Flavored
what?" Mina's eyes widen and she
blinks over at Chase, poking carefully at him, because a harsher motion would
certainly hurt. "Chase-kun, I had
no idea that you were that kinky."
She moves her pillow to rest against the other seishi and rests her head
on it, his chuckling easing her own worries.
One wouldn't forget about sleeping with someone else and chuckling about
it later, right? "I think you
should get up and make us some coffee," she decides. She nibbles on her lower lip and sighs. Then peeks up at the Genbu and decides
there's only one way to know for certain.
Slipping upwards a little more, she places her lips softly against his
in a chaste kiss, hoping to trigger a memory for either one of them with that
action. If they did anything, they
would have had to kiss, ne?
"Flavored
body paint," he repeats once more, only to groan and give her a nudge.
"Hey, apparently I wasn't the only one drawing with it. So don't be saying
that it is just me being kinky." Because she was obviously playing too.
"Coffee? That's asking for a lot. I might have orange juice, but I don't
know about coffee." And it is the second, the very moment that she is
putting her lips on him that the boy literally jumps with alarm. Their lips
barely brush before he is pushing her from him with a gasp. Ack! Ack! Ack!
"What are you doing?!!"
"Hai,
but I didn't buy it," Mina retorts.
At least she didn't think that she bought it. She might have, but she's not really sure where one could pick up
flavored body paint. That means she's
unlikely to have bought it by herself.
"No coffee," she moues, and then is actually bapping at Chase
as he jumps up and jostles her, wincing at the result. Oiii, her head. "I was testing..."
And then she beams brightly up at him, her eyes dancing. "Demo I think that resolves that
question, ne?" And she's looking
awfully pleased with herself, because that's one less thing to worry about.
Chase
just gapes at her for the longest moment. "Mina! You scared the crap out
of me!" Lets just note that the last time she kissed him on the lips,
chaste or not, there were all kinds of troubles, and he isn't about to have a
repeat performance of that. He scooches back in the bed, putting a bit of space
between them as if half afraid she is going to try that again. "Testing?
You moron. You could have at least warned me."
Mina
giggle-winces, because her head hurts like hell. "Darn it, don't make me laugh," she scolds as she curls
up on the bed, snuggling underneath the covers. Chase it going to have to wash them, they've got fruity stains
all over them as well. "If I
warned you, then you'd be expecting it and it wouldn't be the same,
ne?" Mina-logic, gotta love
it. She yawns drowsily and blinks up at
the seishi, "Demo, now that you're up... do you have any aspirin?"
Chase
throws one of the pillows at her just because, only to wince a little at the
throbbing of his poor head. Alcohol is bad. Instead of waking up with a black
eye, he is drawn in pretty, fruity colors. Hand comes up to rub at his hair,
peering back at her, "Just... just don't do that again like that."
Freak. Weirdo. He slips carefully off of the bed and pads out the door, voice drifting
from the hall. "Dunno. I might. Kenny? You... guess you are already
gone..."
And yet
Chase keeps indulging. Slow learner
isn't he? She yawns again, stretching
and snuggling up to his pillow, she nods her head drowsily, "Okay
Chase-kun." Whimpering slightly as
the bed jiggles as he moves off of it, she clings even more to the pillow. "How can you not have aspirin or
coffee? What do you do for hang-overs
then?"
"Tough
it out," Chase responds, returning with water glass and a bottle of Tylenol.
Hey, he found some. This is a very good thing. As he returns, he nearly trips
over the empty peach schnapps bottle with a smirk. "And when was the last
time that you got drunk, little girl? You seem to be handling it pretty
good."
"Why
tough it out when they make drugs for these things," Mina retorts,
reaching for the water and Tylenol eagerly.
Downing two pills with a quick swallow of water, and then following it
with the rest of the glass, she whimpers, waiting for it to take effect. "Mrmmm? Drunk? It's been a
while." She curls up on the bed
again, deciding to sleep the pain away.
"Demo, I don't drink much.
I'm a cheap drunk," she adds blearily. Peeking over at him, she motions him closer. "Come and keep me warm?" Darn Genbu, do they have the air
conditioning running full throttle? It
has to be over 90 degrees out on the street, but it's almost arctic in
here. "I promise not to kiss you
again."
"Because...
because... Oh, I don't know. Because a person can?" Never mind he already
took a couple of the pills too before returning. Chase sits on the corner of
the bed, still looking quite fuzzy and rather brightly painted as well.
"Keep you warm?" Dark eyebrows arch and he looks decidedly reluctant
to do that. "I... uh... I don't trust you. And just so you know, your
breath is nasty."
Chucking
the glass at Chase, Mina frowns.
"It does not, meanie-head."
And then she's reaching out a leg to push him off the bed, sniffing as
she cuddles up under the blankets some more.
"And why don't you trust me," she asks, hurt, as she peeks out
at him from under her lashes. "We
obviously behaved ourselves last night, ne?
So I'm trustworthy, see?"
She's rather relieved about that fact, hugging that truth close to her
heart. She was about to truly freak
out, but the kiss eased her mind.
Proved that Chase is trustworthy as well. He truly is the best of friends.
Chase
is shoved but manages to keep his perch. A finger lifts up to scratch at that
purple moustache. Distinctly odd, that. "You might try to kiss me again,
or something," he murmurs, looking a little petulant. He does continue to
look rather reluctant for a moment there, frowning at her, "Depends on
your definition of behaved." Nekkid with flavored body paint and drunk in
bed remains to be said as behaving. Ah well. He lays back though, moaning,
"Behaved. Yeah." He still isn't all that convinced yet.
"I
won't, I won't," Mina promises again, "I don't need to prove that you
and I didn't do anything more than a little friendly drawing." She blushes again and peeks down at a
squiggle and just shakes her head.
"Wait... what did you write on my tummy anyway?" Rather hard to read it upside down. She doesn't go further into her definition
of behaved, because by her standards, they didn't, but that's not something
that she wants to think about now.
Plenty of time to regret later, when the drugs kick in. "Why don't you sound convinced,"
she asks peevishly, peering over at the Genbu.
"You don't remember anything more, do you?"
"Friendly
drawing in some very friendly places," Chase amends, turning his head to
the side to look across at Mina. "I didn't think I'd ever say this, but
Mina... I really hope nothing happened. You know, nothing involving /that/.
Alright? Not that it wouldn't have been... good. Just not like this and not now
and... you know, right?" He looks rather embarrassed. "It would just
screw everything up, and not that I don't like you or anything, but..."
Another shrug of his shoulders as he reclines back, only to peer back at her.
"You know... I have absolutely no idea what that says. It is all
smeared." Stare.
"At
least we kept the important bits of clothing on," Mina counters before
sitting up and wrapping the blanket around her, the Tylenol finally kicking
in. "I think we'd know if
something happened," she soothes softly as she gathers up her shorts and
top. And then she's nodding and smiling
over her shoulder towards the other seishi, looking happy for him. "I'm glad... I'm glad that you feel
that way, Chase-kun," she notes quietly.
"It means that you found someone special, just like I
have." And then she tottles over
to snug the Genbu, eyes closing as she adds, "You deserve to be
happy." Straightening, she grins
and says, "And now I'm going to take a shower. I can't go home with all this gunk all over me."
Chase
snickers, glancing after the underwear and painted Mina, actually enjoying the
view for as much as it is worth and until she wraps up in that blanket.
"Yeah, I suppose," he finally concedes. He hugs her back and then
lets her go. "Although now I think
I'm going to have to get her a new present..." he notes wryly, tossing one
of the open paints to the side. Either that or finally show her the various fun
to be had with ice. Hrm. Decisions. Decisions.