The day is simply perfect. The sky is blue with a vengeance, and not a cloud in sight. The autumn breeze keeps the island heat perfectly tolerable, and it's a perfect day to put on your best boardies or bikini to go see and be seen. Today, the place to be seen is the grand opening of Ho'okipa Hostel, Waikiki's only pay-what-you-can luxury hostel.
The grounds are dressed for the occasion, with edison bulb light strings threaded through the trees in the garden and food trucks circling the perimeter, offering all varieties of nosh. Two bars are set up near the pool and slide, apparently taking the day off from their normal modeling gigs. A DJ keeps the music loud and thumping enough that the crashing surf nearby is all but drowned out.
Ho'okipa's proprietress, Aurelie Frost, mills through the crowd to greet familiar faces with kisses on the cheek and new faces with smiles, handshakes, and we won't take kisses off the table. The leggy blonde with the sea-green eyes is dressed in a gauzy white long-sleeved mini-dress short enough that a stiff breeze would turn it into blouse. She's holding a daiquiri with a little pink umbrella in it, which accompanies her on her rounds to welcome all the guests.
Aksel stood amongst the crowd, having found himself an appropriately fru fru drink. Which was to say, enormously. He'd been forced to get rid of most of the little umbrellas, skewers, bits, bobs and wingdangdoodles to actually get at it, but was clearly enjoying himself as he searched around for drink in his drink. Dressed in a sort of business casual of summer slacks, a light blazer, white shirt and loafers, he'd come mostly to satisfy his own curiosity.
Peter is dressed in colours for the day, sporting a bright blue tshirt, and deep purple shorts. He works one of the bars, serving up beers, wins and mixed liquor drinks with the best of them. The young man tries hard not to dance to the heavy beats laid down by the DJ, but he often is seen tapping the bar, or moving ever so slightly to the music. Peter watches with amusment as Aksel has to disassemble the drink to get at it.
The car that arrived to drop off Eve was something out of a magazine ad. Sleek lines, smooth angles. It was entirely something that was meant to be controlled by someone solely tasked with such a thing, and sure enough a driver slipped out of the front seat to step back and open up the rear passenger door. Long, bare legs complete with a set of pearlescent black heels that looked like they could double murder weapons slipped free from the car, followed by the attached body, and then Eve was out of the car and walking towards the new Hostel. Eve's dress was something that nearly defied logic, a series of bruised purple straps across her upper body, severe and precise, that culminated in a halter-style clip behind her neck left her entire back bare all the way down to the curve of her lower spine. A mere breath before anything more than her back would be seen, the sharp line of her skirt began, and subsequently ended only 4 inches later to leave the long as hell lines of the nearly 6' tall woman's legs mostly naked. The lines of that skirt were so sharp it might well have cut her legs off just below the hip if she'd tripped and fallen, but Eve moved like she was fully comfortable with it. All of her long, currently auburn hair was pulled up into a sleek, stylish do with a braid that ran around her head like a thick coronet. Her hair being completely up and away left her long neck looking almost delicate, fragile while her sharp cheekbones and jawline stood out noticeably. Above all, though, her velvet gray eyes looked enormous, and took in the party with a slow, studious gaze that never seemed to stop moving, as if Eve was looking for someone in particular.
It's warm and sunny, a far cry from Oxford. But Iara likes it better this way; Somehow, it just feels more comfortable, more natural. She'd been at the hostel for a short couple of weeks already, mostly staying indoors, trying to recuperate, while Abdiel was busy running about, trying to get his studio set up, trying to re-establish his music career in a new environment. This, coupled with the bats eventually learning to fly and having suddenly flown the coop recently had left her feeling lonely and a little down.
And so she arrives at the party, alone, feeling a bit lost amongst the crowds. Again, she wears her cute navy and white striped bikini, hidden shyly beneath a light white beach cover. Somehow she ended up ordering a tequila sunrise again as she circles the cool, enticing looking pool. Peter had given her crash course in getting her feet wet, but she's still nervous around water. Plus, this one is bigger, deeper.
Conni is sat at the bar, the Nordic blonde making the most of the sun after a busy day working on her room. She is dressed in a grey tank top that is cut low enough to leave her midriff exposed, a pair of cut off denim shorts and pale sneakers. Exposed, slightly sun-burnt skin covers a physique that she obviously works at, Conni having learned from her previous outings is quite liberally covered in sunblock as well for the party.
Handing over some cash, Conni raises her glass and then turns on the stool to leave the bar to her back, her left leg hooking around the strap of her artist tube which she has left by her feet. Seeing Aurelie mingling with the crowd, she offers her a smile and a wave but doesn't get up just yet, the premium for seating being something she's apparently quite concerned about.
The sun blazes overhead in the clear blue sky.
"Tax shelter." Heath offered the bartender as he held up four fingers. "Dos dos tequila, my man." The man smiled, "I don't have a stutter, but give me a couple of hours." Laying the twenty on the bar, his fingers pressing it into a proper stripper fold. The man wore an honest to god tuxedo t-shirt, but the front was tailored from an actually tux, complete with an emerald green pocket square and hand-tied silk bowtie. "I'm going to slide this over to you, and we are going to be friends for the rest of the night, because Jackson has a big family. Old Hickory. Beat a man near to death for failing to kill him." He press over the bar and looked over it to check out the bartender's bottoms, and grinned, "Checking to see if you were wearing a g-string, I get handsy and it's important to know where the tip jar is." He chuckled, shaking his head, "Relax, I kid. No. I promise you'll enjoy it." When the glasses were placed in front of him, he knocked two of them back. "So it begins..." Taking the other two glasses, he turned to oogled Conni as she left the bar, glancing back to the bartender, "That one needs more sunburn shaped like my hands. She wouldn't be able to sit, but that doesn't mean she won't like it."
As her guests make themselves comfortable and most everyone has settled in to enjoy a drink or the pool or the lazy river or...the other guests, Aurelie makes her way to the DJ booth. She brings the mic to her scarlet-painted lips and her honeyed voice booms through the speakers, "Aloha, beautiful people! Is everybody having a good time?" And she brings her hand to her ear, brushing away tendrils of golden hair that have tumbled loose from the plumeria blossoms holding them up in an artfully tousled labyrinth of curls atop her crown. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" she bellows back into the mic, and the crowd as a whole, dutifully rises up in a chorus of well-liquored shouts.
"Now that's what I love to see. I'm going to get a little real for a minute," Aurelie continues, her blue-green eyes widening with the kind of earnest genuine vulnerability that only comes from years of practice. "This place is my way of giving back. Of making good. I've done some things I'm not proud of, that I've been running from. So I'm not running anymore, I'm facing my mistakes. And the best way I know to give back is to make sure everybody in my new home, has a home, no matter what their circumstances. So, here it is! Make yourselves at home! Now stop listening to me and let's get wild!" She blows a kiss out to the crowd and then cheers loudly, throwing her hands up as the DJ brings the beat back, and the long-legged woman dives into the crowd to be buoyed along by whatever hands will carry her.
All the while, a new arrival joins the party. A young man, with dark hair and blue eyes, carrying a large, overstuffed backpack. He starts making for the hostel building, bypassing offers of drinks and snacks with an impatient wave.
Having finished removing the worst of the obstructions, Aksel was just in time to share a toast with their hostess, raising his glass along with the others and smiling. His eyes took in the crowd now that most of the arrivals had... arrived, spotting one or two faces he'd seen before. Lightning Lass and Batwoman were both in the crowd. It was hard to spot Eve moving through the crowd with the bow wave her sheer presence made. Mostly he was thinking on Eve's speech, wondering what you'd have to repay things with a place like this.
Shrugging, he carefully pocketed the more keepable umbrellas and plastic swords from his drink and moved off into the crowd to find nibblets, stopping short to avoid the most recent arrival as Carson passed by. He immediately continued walking, head down, eyes on the ground as he made to approach the host. Finding Aurelie amongst the crowd he stepped in, beaming widely with his drink in his hand as he approached. "Hey! Great party! Terrific hostel. Just wanted to say I love what you're doing here." He went in for the insidious air kiss that fancy parties demanded, instead speaking low into Aurelie's ear. "I think you might have a recent arrival who's up to something. Might be nothing. Dark hair, blue eyes. Big backpack. Came to the party looking nervous. Still looks nervous." He shrugged, pulling back and smiling. "Love the canapes." He started to wander off.
Peter cheers loudly with the crowd, and then slides a few beers down to a couple at the end of the bar. He waves and grins at Aurelie as she crowd surfs past the bar. The young man scans the crowd, and blinks, waving and calling out. "Hey, Iara! Over here!"
Eve, for her part, hadn't raised her voice in the chorus of 'YES!' but she had given Aurelie a slow, wicked smile and cocked her head to the side while listening to the boisterous speech. Making her way with steady, measured strides to the nearest bar area, Eve ordered herself a drink. "Seduction on the Rocks, with an orange slice, please." Her voice was cool and melodic as she spoke, carrying with it the edge of her sharp grin. Looking over at Aure, once the proprietess had come down from her lofty flight along the crowd of supportive partygoers. "Aure, you've simply outdone yourself. I'm positively impressed you managed to find bottoms that could stay up while you were prepping your flexibility for the rampant lack of satisfaction coming later." Her gray eyes flashed with some sort of wicked glee as she examined Aure from head to toe and nodded succinctly. "You absolutely look as though you belong in this place, kudos to you for your choice of appropriate clothing." Glancing along the people gathered, Eve's eyes caught onto a couple of people, whom she examined carefully, and when she spotted Heath at the bar, her smile only grew to the point that it looked like it had been slashed there with the sharpest of blades. "Ooooh, yes. You definitely have the clientelle you should expect."
The tide is high and slack.
Iara peers around at the new arrivals, but doesn't really see anyone she knows. As Aurelie makes her speech, she moves in a little ways from the pool and, having finished her drink, decides to head to Peter's bar to order another. She pauses briefly, smiling at Aurelie and applauding, though too shy to really whoop and holler. Keen eyes still sweeping the crowds, she finally spies a flash of bright orange and yellow hair and smiles, quickening her pace to join Peter at the bar..
But not before she spots the guy with a backpack. Golden eyes narrow, peering intently at him, slowing her pace somewhat. How strange, he seems to be in a hurry. Was he a new tenant and why didnat he stop to join the party? Oh..Looks tired, probably needing a rest. It's a hot day afterall.
With a shrug, Iara manages to make it to Aurelie, though she's probably busy with a crowd so she makes her appearance brief, nodding and smiling faintly towards Aksel as she recognizes him from somewhere or other before nodding to Aurelie. "Hello, Aurelie, just wanted to say thank you for the party." Of course, she cant help but notice Peter again, eyes lighting up happily, waving at him as she tries to make her way slowly towards his bar. "Peter!"
Conni takes a sip from her drink and then a sniff, tipping the glass to eye the contents warily, she drains the rest of the drink and then lets out a soft sigh. She looks over as Eve and Aurelie approach the bar, shifting a little on her seat to give them the illusion of privacy. Looking to the other patron's she glances at Heath and then blinks when she notices the front of his shirt, her head tilting to one side as she finally works out what he's done. Grinning now, she spins round on her seat and attracts the attention of one of the bar staff, ordering a tall beer and leaving a note on the bar.
Heath licked his lips sending a sharp whistle in reply to Aurelie's speech. "All for the low price of a form 990!" The man knocked back another one of his tequilas, slipping the fallen soldier onto the bar top. "Accountants, you know what I'm talking about." He pressed an index finger to his lips, grinning behind it. The man was chuckling to himself as he sipped his fourth tequila, his eyes scanning the crowd of party-goers. His mouth curled into the smile of a shark as he watched the exchange between Aurelia and Eve. Strolling over to that end of bar, he offered, "Ahola my ventus venditor de terra. How you been managing to stir the native into picketing by condominizing their sacred ground?" He offered a bow of his head to Aurelia as well. "Open bar was a noble charity option, your alturism knows no bounds and I applaud you."
Party? Check. Drinks? Check. Random woman propping up the bar? Check! Jane hasn't been here long but she's already made herself at home with the casual air of either someone who's supposed to be here, or a professional party-crasher - not that there's really such a thing in a land where a welcome to all comers is so much a part of the culture. Her Hawaiian shirt in shades of blue goes nicely with her eyes, while the brown board shorts are three shades lighter than her skin. The sports socks and black boots don't really go with the outfit, but apparently Jane doesn't actually care.
Aurelie salutes Peter as she's carried on the crowd past him, and finally lands on her feet again in time to return Aksel's air kiss with one of her own, a knowing nod and a wink. "Glad you like it, Baby. I love when people notice the little details." She starts to survey the crowd, when she's stopped by the icy cold tendrils of Eve's greeting. "Eve! My darling, I'm so -happy- you came! You look just like Christmas day in Guantanamo Bay. I'm gratified you've noticed how hard I've been working on my flexibility. I see you've maintained your perfect rigidity, God forbid someone mistake you with a person. It's absolutely lovely to see you, as always, but," She smiles warmly over to Iara and reaches to try and catch the Brazilian girl in a side hug, "I have to see to my other hundred happy guests." She turns her full attention to Iara and beams back at her. "I'm glad you like it. And I'm stoked you're here! This party's for all of us who call this place home, not just me." She moves back towards the bar, blows Eve an over-puckered air kiss and moves to Conni. "How are the drinks? Is it time for a drinking contest yet? The prize is more drinks when you regain consciousness," she grins cheekily at the Nordic blonde. "An accountant?" she asks Heath with a wolfish grin. "I dig the suit. And please believe me when I say the open bar is as much a selfishness as a charity." She tips a wicked wink and turns to greet Jane with a wide grin. "You been lei'd yet? I think an orchid lei would go with the ensemble nicely. Need a refill?"
Carson hasn't been spotted by the hostess, and he doesn't know he's been spotted by anyone at all as he and his backpack disappear into the hostel proper.
Having delivered his message, Aksel did indeed go back to wandering around, looking for canapes for a moment. He frowned, head tilting towards a certain noise, slowly chewing on a crab cake. Turning his head, he eyed the hostel, eyebrows going up as he sipped on his drink. "Well... that's one way to christen a new place to live." Shrugging, he resumed hunting for snacks amidst the crowd. Walking by, he gave Conni a nod, raising his glass in salute. "Hey there. Conni right? How've you been since the night of eels and turtles?"
"Good choice, miss.", Peter says to Eve as he starts to mix up her drink. Butterscotch Schnapps, orange juice and lemon-lime soda. Pouring that over ice, and topping it off with an orange slice and a wee umbrella, the young man slides the drink towards her. "Enjoy the party!" He looks out again at the crowd, watching Iara (finally) approach the bar. "Heeey, you showed up! How're you?" Peter eyes Iara's drink. "Did you want a refill on whatcha have?" The young man rubs at the back of his neck, and rolls his shoulders separately, as if trying to crack his neck or something.
"Oh darling Aure, I only refuse to be mistaken for a person that can't afford rent, let alone a mortgage." Eve's smile seemed to have grown warmer as she spoke, as if she were genuinely amused, and it reflected in the matte gray of her eyes as she nodded to Aurelie and watched her walk off for a moment. That same, dry and obvious amusement stayed on her face as she turned her gaze to Heath, though her smile grew as she thought about his question. "I've only incited three picket lines in the last year, but I've got time. I figure the last announcement I make on the 20th of December will have plenty of people begging Santa for a funeral pyre." Accepting her drink from the bartender, she took a sip of it before licking her lips, the cranberry colored stain on them not transferring to the glass, or her tongue. She looked over at Peter and gave him a wink, something that looked like it had been taught by Marilyn Monroe herself. "Mahalo, barboy. Though you should keep your umbrellas for those witches that melt in the rain." She plucked the umbrella from her glass and set it delicately onto the bartop without getting her fingers wet. "So then, Heath. Have you stopped your father from saving the world yet, or are you still working at it?" As Conni was at the bar, the tall nord got a wide smile and a shrewdly assessing gaze, Eve obviously appreciating the appearance of another blonde lofty in height.
Iara smiles shyly up at Aurelie, finding it hard not to get lost in the crowd of mostly Amazonian, leggy people. "Thank you, I'm not usually one for big crowds or parties, but this looked fun. I'm sorry that Abdiel wasn't able to come here and perform, but I guess he had some important business to take care of, and a studio to set up. Perhaps next time..?" But it seems she has others to tend to, so Iara nods and steps out of the way, idly wondering where she can get a Lei, as he finally makes her way through the crowds to join Peter, smiling faintly.
"I'm okay, though a little sad that Abdiel couldn't make it. How are you doing? Do you get a break at all from the bar?" As for a drink, she shrugs and giggles, "Um how about you surprise me!" because he's not already full of surprises now, is he?
Though she seems relaxed, Iara's ears twitch a bit, peering up at one of the balconies, eyes narrowed. "Huh. What's going up there, some sort of private party? Wonder if that's where the backpack guy was hurrying off to?" she seems mildly bothered by it, curious perhaps. But otherwise not wanting to pay much more attention or really wanting to know what that weirdness is about.
Taking a long sip from her beer, Conni pauses and then shifts her gaze skyward, listening intently for a few moments before a wide smile forms on her face. Turning to her right, Conni spots Eve and returns the look, going from feet to head and not missing a detail. "Purple is a good colour on you." She says by way of greeting, raising her glass to Eve and then taking a sip. Conni continues to eye up those at the bar, spotting Jane and offering her a friendly nod as she continues to work on her drink.
Heath drained his glass setting it on the bartop, smiling at Aurelia. "Oh... It was something just lying around, but not in that surrexerunt ludere way that you are familiar with. Maybe exactly that, but when I saw your invitation, I thought it would be a rather astute fashion statement for the event." With his hands free, hairs on the back of his neck be damned as he adjusted his bowtie. Eyeing Eve out the corner of his eye, he grinned, "My father is a philanthropist of the highest esteem who understands that settlements out of court are not admissions of guilt. That fire was an accident as the stories lined up. But now I've just talking about me. I'm glad to hear real estate, I can only hope you have a wicker man on your hands." Leaning his head back, he grinned at the barkeep. "Something fruity that could be used as embalming fluid, my good sir."
Jane greets Aurelie with an exuberant, "Aloha!" followed by, "No, I ain't been lei'd yet - and it ain't every night I get an offer like that! Orchids're just fine, and I sure could use a refill. Thanks!" Not that she's got a fill to start with, but who's counting? She glances around for a moment, then returns Conni's nod with one of her own and a smile. Leaning one arm against the bar, she takes another, longer look around, still smiling broadly.
In the space of one song, the perfect, cloudless sky over Waikiki darkens with swirling clouds that anyone looking skyward would notice didn't blow in from anywhere in particular. The dark skies throw an eerily greenish shadow over all of Waikiki, and sudden snaps of green lightning arc through the spiraling cloudmasses. The surf begins to churn angrily as green bolts pierce the surface of the waves. One virulently green lightning bolt strikes the ground just outside the hostel grounds, and the ground lurches in a sudden, violent quake.
Aurelie dashes to the DJ stand as strings of electric lights come crashing down in showers of sparks. "Get inside!" she orders through the mic. "The quake could cause a..." the power cuts out in the middle of her speech, but to anyone who looks where her manicured finger is pointing, it's apparent what she meant: a tidal wave is forming, and is about to crash into Waikiki.
With a shrug Aksel moved away, snagging a few more bites before finding himself a comfortable seat and folding one leg over the other. He looked back up to the rough area where the sounds of copulation were coming from, then to the front doors through which Carson had disappeared. With a shrug he slipped a flask from inside jacket pocket and poured a shot's worth into his already fruit filled and alcoholic drink. "I wonder if the two are connected at all."
His first attempt to drink was interrupted by the crack of lightning and thunder in the sky, the second by the ground shaking beneath his feet. Abandoning drinks, snacks and the rest Aksel rose to his feet, getting up onto one of the tables and calling out. He called out to Aurelie. "Hey! Get your shit together! You run this place right? I bet you have ten plans for this. Pick one." He pointed to Eve. "You look like we could stick you in the ground and the wave would break around you. Help her." His eyes scanned the crowd, falling on the only face he knew something about. Hopping down, he went to Conni and booga boogaed in her face, hoping confusion would catch her attention. "You do stuff right? Woogedy stuff? Can you woggedy this at all?" He shrugged. "Good luck!" And with that the dark haired man was off into the crowd, herding people as best he could towards the doors.
"A'ole pilikia.", Peter says to Eve, with a grin. "Sorry, house rules, every mixed drink gets an umbrella or else. We don't ask what the 'or else' entails." He takes up the umbrella, and carefully slips it into another woman's hair, someone sitting at the bar looking out at the crowd. Peter looks to Iara then, and grins brightly. "Alright, one surprise coming up." He spends a few long moments mixing, and the drink she's handed doesn't look anything special, looking slightly darker than an apricot in colour. It too has a wee umbrella. "Drink it slowly, okay? But if you've ever eaten Skittles, this is the alcohol equivalent."
Heath's request has him raising his eyebrows a moment, and he laughs. "Alright then..." A few moments later, Peter slides a reddish drink towards Heath. "Cherry Bomb #2. I used maraschino cherries and sweet cerry c... holy fuck..." The young man disappears from view behind the bar as the quake hits and takes his balance.
A few moments he pops up, covered in different alcoholic liquids, and dripping. A few spots are a deep red, where he's been punctured by glass. He's over the bar in another moment, taking Iara's hand. "We need to get inside!", Peter yells over the noise. He also encourages others to follow his lead, pushing them towards the hostel.
Eve's eyes flashed as she laughed, the sound surprisingly sweet and flowing like that of someone younger, and less refined. "Oh Heath, the wicker men I keep on file are so busy lighting themselves on fire I have a rolodex to make it easier to rotate them." She looked at Conni, the smile still left over from her laughter. "Mahalo, though I imagine it would look smashing on you as you've the figure for something far more enticing than what you've got on. Maybe we'll see if it fits, later?" Bright green lightning reflected sharply off of the matte gray of Eve's eyes and the pale perfection of her skin as it struck nearby, causing Eve to jump closer to Heath. Her hand clenched against her glass hard enough to cause the stem to shatter as Eve turned to stare in wide eyed horror at the shore line not far enough away to make a difference. "Goddamn it FROST! You could have just paid your barboy to push me into a pool if you wanted to destroy my Choos." Her voice had taken on the edge of harsh ice, sharp and implaccable, as her blood pressure rose. Aksel received a scathing glare, something that could well have freed him of his flesh, had he been close enough for the dagger blades of her eyes to flay him. "Oh yes, because women and children out first isn't the name of the game, in this age of Chivalry being Dead? Fuck off and do go stop the wave yourself, Captain Fuck." Eve then turned and started moving towards the city proper, pushing through the crowd and growling as people began their panicked, mass exodus from the party. The crushing weight of others was shoved aside with the sound of pain and random tearing as clothing was used to pull people out of the leggy Eve's path of egress.
Iara smiles, leaning forward a bit on the barstool to peer intently at Peter as he mixes her a 'surprise' drink. "Ooh, it's a funny color, umm what do you call it? Taste the rainbow?" she giggles at the reference and nods, taking the drink, sipping it slowly. Which is perhaps a good thing because suddenly lights are flashing and the ground is shaking and light bulbs are popping and people are running scared.
Suddenly, Tigerboi stumbles back, drinks spilling everywhere, and Aurelie's telling people to get inside. "Huh? What..What's going on!?" she hops to her feet, glancing around, confused, scared..If Abdiel were here, he'd know what to do..But at least Peter's here. She blinks as her hand is taken, nodding, following after him. At least she's not quite as panic stricken as the others, "Umm. Okaya?" Biting her lip, she runs, heart pumping madly. Ugh, one thing she hates more than floods are earthquakes. Except maybe tidal waves triggered by quakes!
"Perhaps, it's an intriguing offer." Conni replies, her Danish accent a little thick as the alcohol starts to get to work. Smiling to Eve, she blinks a few times and then has to stifle a yelp as the lightning crashes down. There is a rustling of feathers as two raven black wings fade into existence behind Conni, the blonde amazonian looking about with a wild eyed expression at the mention of a tidal wave. Looking to Aksel with a confused expression, her mouth drops open and a look of confusion shows on her face. "What are you doing? Run!" She almost yells this as she struggles to untangle her legs from the barstool she is sat on. Hooking her artist tube over one shoulder, she grabs a bottle with her other free hand and then without looking to see how everyone else is doing, she stretches her wings, takes a breath and then darts skywards with a woosh of air.
The tide is high and ebbing.
As the drink was passed to him by Peter, Heath gave the man as nod and a smile. "You are a gentleman and a lifesaver." Like the eye of a hurricane, it was nothing pristine blue skys over Heath when bolts of green lightning flew. When the world moved, the man didn't budge. Not until he leaned harder against the bar and reached over to pluck a bottle of mezcal from behind it like a ripe fruit. The man also pinched a glass behind his thumb where a smile as he filled the glass calmly. "It's no Dies Irae, but good try." Picking a small vial from behind his pocket square, he opened it and dotted a fine white powder onto the creave of his hand as he snorted it, thumbing each side of his nose. Of course the panic steps of an onlooker hit his hands, sending the vial flying from his hand, Heath again stood his ground with only mild irritation. "I get it, Dad! Just a bump." Licking the remaining powder from his hand, he sucked through his teeth and grabbed the cherry bomb to knock it back. "WOAH! Hell of a party, Aurelie!" The man took his glass and bottle, killing the glass and spiking it on the ground as everyone ran towards to the building. "Ego confido in Deum" The man took several quick breaths before dropping into the deep end of the pool along the wall side nearest the coming wave.
When the going gets tough, the tough... panic. The sudden clouds are a bit weird. The thunder doesn't worry Jane too much. She's been through storms before. The lightning, that's not a problem. The tidal wave, though? That /is/. And so Jane (with a bottle in each hand, because some things are Important) takes one step up a bar stool, one step off the seat, and a third one off the top of the bar. Possibly she's been on the Red Bull already tonight, but either way at the top of the third step's trajectory a pair of jet black wings snaps out with a boom, carrying her skywards in Conni's wake.
Everything was perfect. Just perfect. And now it's all going to hell in a very damp handbasket. Aurelie stands frozen in panic as her guests mob around her, her new daiquiri slipping from her hand to shatter apart on the floor. She watches the water start to break over the city. Fortunately, there's one thing she hates more than tidal waves. And that's Eve. "I don't need to ruin your Choos, you did that when you put them on this morning," she hisses, then shrieks. "Goddammit get inside you insane soul-sucking harpy!" And the hostess turns and darts for the reception area, tugging guests along as well as she can, so long as they can keep up.
The tidal wave takes on the same eerie greenish hue as the sky as it comes hurtling towards land. From Ho'okipa, the view is one of a massive wave headed for town, and then...splash. The windows and guests remaining outside are rather thoroughly doused by blowing water, but the big wave doesn't come. From the air, it's possible to see the tidal wave narrows as it connects with shore, the entire weight of a mile-wide tidal wave focused into a point no larger than your average boat. Which is, in fact, what it strikes. One single, solitary moored boat. A boat that is reduced to splinters and blood on the water. The lightning slows, and confines itself to the swirling miasma of green clouds over Ho'okipa.
Aksel watched Eve retreat and snorted. "If someone pulled the stick out of her ass she'd deflate completely... chivalry my little white backside bitch." He stepped back in surprise as Conni launched herself into the air, sighing and starting to run. "Really poking the balloon here!" When Jane took off he just gave up. "That didn't help either..." With the crowd moving as best as he could hope it to, he started in himself, turning in time to see the wave come down on that one boat, reducing it to floating garbage. Lurching forward he strained to see, trying to make the ship out. "Oh hell was that mine? No wait there's blood. Not mine." He shuddered. "Still..." He hurried on inside, in case more madness was coming.
Peter carefully tugs on Iara's hand, leading her into the hostel. "Find a good place to stand and hang on, yeah? I'll come and find you afterwards." Peter starts guiding more guests inside, directing them to find a spot deeper inside the building. The young man pauses a moment here and there, rubbing his face and trying to calm his nerves. "Aurelie, do we have a shelter in here, somewhere to huddle? I dunno what will happen if the tidalwave is big enough..." Peter shuts his mouth promptly, not wanting to cause more panic.
Eve tossed a glare towards Aurelie, turning with a scrap of someone's sarong falling from her hand in colorful, flower filled tatters. "I suppose I should be thankful they aren't as befouled as the scrap of fabric you used to hide the gaping maw between your legs tonight." Intentions to get to the city were quickly put at bay as she glanced into the building and at the upper floor. Instead of fighting the current of panicked bystanders, Eve rode the wave, moving with a surety towards the building and then continuing up. She climbed the stairs nimbly for a woman in 6 inch spiked heels, though her hand was holding the railing with knuckles gone completely white. Aksel got another scathing look, and then she narrowed her eyes at him. "I hope it was your boat, so I can make sure not a single person on this island will rent to you while you wait for a new one." Cold, chilly spines infiltrated her words. She looked around then, attempting to spot someone, but gave a frustrated groan of annoyance. "Oh you fuckwit, where the hell have you gone?" Eve, notably, wasn't speaking to anyone in particular, at least no one in earshot.
Iara nods wordlessly, ducking into the foyer, but lingering a bit on the edges, peering back at the waves, her keen sight picking out how they converge on that one boat. "What'sa?Going on? Why did it.." she shudders at the sight of blood, trying to figure out why it was so..Focused. Then Peter's heading back to help others. "Wait! You're bleeding!" she follows after him, offering him napkins. "Here..Take care of yourself too, okay?" she's calming down a bit as he peers around. "Higher ground..They should head to the top floors, it's safer. Did anyone get left behind?" Iara does a sweep of the area for stragglers, doing her best to direct people. She's more of a follower than a leader, but she's sure as hell not gonna leave Peter in danger. Or anyone else. This time she's gonna be useful.
From her vantage point, Conni gets a good look at the wave as it hits, her panicked eyes narrowing as she looks at its colour. Letting her wings beat lazily as she bobs in the air, she takes a few calming breaths and then shouts down into the courtyard. "I think we're safe! The wave is dissipating now, it just hit this one boat...very strange." Says the black winged Valkyrie flying in the courtyard. Shaking her head, she remembers the bottle in her other hand and after yanking out the cork with her teeth, takes a good hearty, nerve-calming slug. "Reeked of magic, oily dark stuff. Any folks here feel that?" Realising that the yelling possibly isn't going to help, Conni slips down to the ground, her wings fading out once more as soon as her feet have touched the ground. Doing her best to smooth out her top and her shorts, she does the best to give the air of someone who wasn't flying just a moment ago. Nonchalant she ain't.
Heath continued to control his breathing in long slow pants to oxygenate his blood. Listening to the shifting wind. "Tiny bubbles..." The man blinked his eyes, "Oh yeah, the good stuff is hitting the brain like it should." He eyed the sky and feathered figures up there and shouted up at them, "I'm expecting the red carpet treatment! You know the one I'm talking about! And bring the damned trumpets!" Valkyries, angels, close enough. The man tilted his head to the side, hoisting manself out of the pool as he opened the mezcal and took a deep pull from it. Sighing heavily, he was slow to take in the disappearance of the other party guests. Sniffing the air, he wiggled his nose, eyeing the ground for his vial and sighing.
"What the...?" Jane stares at the wave from her elevated vantage point, watching in horror as it crashes home on one single - now obliterated - point. "Well, fuck." And then she turns in the air, and rather than heading groundwards she instead dives towards a second floor balcony on the inland side with an enraged scream of "You oily green magic wand-fucking-wavers!" Both bottles get flipped so they're held by the necks; one passing hard surface and Jane's got two sets of glass knives to go with the boots and the attitude.
Aurelie had almost made it to the door when the great splash came. Suddenly, her white gauzy dress is reduced to basically saran wrap over her black bikini bottoms. Aurelie just blinks as her golden hair is as plastered to her face as her clothes are to everything else. But a cold shower does wonders for the constitution. "That's fucking it?" She turns and shouts back at the sky. "You ruined my party for THAT?" Grumbling, she turns and starts for the stairs. "There are more enjoyable ways to get us all wet, asshole." Then she raises her voice and adds, "Higher ground, everybody, just in case," echoing Iara's suggestion. She shakes her head to Peter, then. "No underground shelter. Maybe that should be our next construction project. Or like...a treehouse shelter. It was such a nice party, too." She's a little petulant, and that's making her irritated. "I need a drink in my hand, and I need to know what's going on. Right. Now." Fortunately, Conni has a situation report, and Aurelie doesn't mention the wings. "Only...one...boat? What the..." She grins sideways at Heath and reaches over to pat his shoulder. "I don't think they're coming for you today, dude. Besides, I'm not sure angels would much care to tread this place." She laughs until she hears a commotion and a woman's voice shouting from one of the nearby second floor rooms. "Now what???" She bellows as she charges for the direction of Jane's voice.
The second floor suite where Jane landed is dressed for romance, all lit by candlelight and full of naked people in the throes of their exertions. Young professionals, judging by the designer clothes cast aside haphazardly. Of course, most romantic interludes don't include candles placed in the shape of a circle, along a circle made of blood. At one point of the circle sits Carson, the dark-haired visitor from before, the only one wearing clothes in the entire room. He's on his knees, a bloody knife in his hand and a battered pulp that used to have feathers in front of him.
Aksel had made it safely into the building, soaked as he was, and had followed the others to higher ground. Well, followed the others in the sense that he'd traveled vertically. He found himself a good vantage point a few floors above, waiting out the possible damage well away from the windows.
Peter rubs at the back of his neck again, tsking and looking around. When Iara returns, he just shrugs. "Yeah, bleeding a little bit. Fell on bottles and such when the quake hit." He waves away the napkins. "I'll get someone to bandage me up afterwards.
A few things don't go unnoticed, and Peter looks back to Aurelie. "Hey. Whatever did that... thing just now? It's still here. HERE here." The young man gestures to the hostel in general. "An' it's comin' again." The commotion above has his shoulders drooping slightly. "Now what, for fucks sakes. That's it..."
Peter ducks behind a door with his name on it, leaving it open just a finger's width. A few moments later, the door opens slowly as claws curl around the edge of it, and out strides a large Siberian tiger. Pausing only a moment to glance at Iara, the large feline heads for the stairs, taking them several at a time.
Safely up to the second floor inside the building, Eve took a moment, putting her hand to her abdomen and settling her nerves a touch. She looked a touch on the side of uneasy, but was still, strangely, gloriously put together. Her sleek hair and the style, along with the color, of her clothing made any dampness completely unimportant. In fact, all she had now was a dewy glow to her skin. Her eyes fixed on Aurelie and she watched the woman go into her fit, raising a brow and grinning at her slowly. "Why Aurelie, are you attempting to seduce me with your indignation? It's a party dear, I imagine this will make it all the more memorable. How terrible is all that, really? Even bad publicity sells. And you didn't even have to pay a PR agent. Chin up, or you're going to be positively mouth watering." The inkling of strange, harsh support in her voice was somewhat akin to being rubbed awake by a block of concrete to the chest, for all its sweetness, but it was oddly there. The statuesque blonde looked out the large sheets of glass that gave a view of the gardens and let out a groan of annoyance when she spotted Heath, soaked from his dip in the pool. "Man doesn't have the sense God gave a fucking.... Tiger?" Her train of thought was completely derailed as a tiger strode toward the stairs inside the hostel. Her voice called out loudly, in an attempt to make sure it didn't waver as much as it might want to. "Did someone call animal control already?" Whatever worry the woman had about the wave outside was now quelled by the fact that someone's exotic pet was wandering freely... in a building filled with at least 80 people attempting to get out of the way of dire danger.
Iara's eyes widen as she sees the two Valkyrie sprout black wings and head for the sky. But she is no stranger to magic, and she's only engaged to the closest thing to an earth angel, so she's not all that shocked by their wings. Moreso by their observations. And it doesn't take her long to put two and two together with a surprised gasp, turning on her heel.
"Those people on the second floor. That loud ruckus. They must have been casting some sort of spell!" And without hesitation, she runs back towards the hostel, towards said balcony. Of course, she's figured it is some sort of magic ritual by now, and proceeds cautiously, peeking carefully into the room rather than just storming in like the other Vakyrie.
Conni blinks as she hears the smashing glass from upstairs but then is reassured when she hears Jane's voice and the authority in it. She is still trying to get a grip on her nerves when she spots a tiger coming out of a room and then heading upstairs towards the others. "Tiger!" She yells out, her right hand coming up, the hairs on her arm standing upright as she raises power. "Thurisaz!" A wrist thick bolt of lightning flashes from her palm and grounds itself on a wall just off from where the tiger was moments before, leaving a black scorch mark on the wall that will be absolute murder to get rid off. Panic rising in her voice she looks upstairs towards where the tiget is headed. "Tiger!"
The 'angels' making their landing, Heath moved towards the building itself, drinking as he went and he headed to the stairs to make his way up. The crack of lightning from inside the building caused him to drop the bottle and he shouted, "Fuck!" So the man quickened his steps to get inside and towards the thunder.
"Hey!" Jane stomps into the second-floor suite from the balcony, all boots, glass daggers and attitude, "Pick on someone your own size!" The great black wings haven't gone away, but they are dripping water on the floor - or on writhing bodies, whichever's below them. The first casualty of Jane's attitude is the circle, which gets kicked at and smeared; when that doesn't help much, Jane goes for the nearest candle, which gets stamped on with extreme prejudice.
Shadows lengthen and the light turns golden as the sun sinks toward the west through a clear sky.
First a tidal wave that ends up not being a tidal wave, and now a tiger on the loose? Dozens of guests have had more than had enough, and a screaming mob goes bolting down into the common room, where they huddle together in fear. Cell phones are out and 911 is flooded with calls, all from Ho'okipa.
Aurelie watches the tiger emerge from Peter's room, and her eyes go briefly wide, but she turns immediately to trying to calm the freshly panicked guests. "He's a...pet. Of one of my guests. Nothing at all to worry about...probably..." and then there's lightning. She looks at Conni and blinks. "Babe, I knew you were smokin' but I didn't imagine it was quite so literal." She hollers to the front desk staff, who start tending to the panicking masses downstairs before Aurelie moves on towards the ruckus. She pauses next to Iara and considers her assessment. "Someone casting a spell? What kind of spell could do this?" She stops next to Eve and flashes her a great big smile with entirely too many teeth. "What would I do without you, Eve? I always know you'll be right behind me, so long as I'm between you and something that could chip your nails."
Jane's assault on the circle proved to be frighteningly effective. All of the contained ritual energy fueling the storm lashed out of its confines when the circle was broken - and an entire tidal wave's worth of backlash came rushing at Carson, slamming into the dark-haired man like he had ridden a bomb all the way to the ground and impact was imminent. The man formerly known as Carson splattered across the walls in unrecognizable tiny pieces of flesh and gore, only his bloodied gold wedding band remaining of the man who called the storm. The people in the orgy slowly begin to regain their senses, awakening to the gore-fest that is their suite.
Aksel frowned, tilting slightly out of the bathtub he'd found to sit in, brow knitting together for a moment. "Tiger? Someone's been digging into special reserves by the sound of it.." He'd read somewhere that during big natural disasters like this you were supposed to hide in a bathtub. He'd lined it with whatever he could find and had built himself a nest. "I'll either wake up slightly embarrassed or not at all." The crack of thunder made him raise his head as he pulled the stopper from his flask and took a pull. "I wonder if that was another wave or the blond..." He sat back and drank again.
The evening stars come out as the red-orange sun sinks below the horizon.
The Tiger charges up the stairs, past people who may or may not note his passing. The feline rushes into the room and comes to a skidding halt as the extent of the gore becomes obvious. And the naked people slowly coming to their senses. "Meow?", the Siberian says, somewhat noisily. Snorting, the creature shakes his head, and turns about, striding out of the room as if everything was alright.
Barring any interference, the Siberian will slowly pad down the stairs, and back into the room marked with the name 'Peter'. And the crudely drawn striped thingy drawing underneath it. The door slams shut.
Eve fluttered her lashes at Aurelie, though the pulse at the side of her throat was thrumming hard enough to be seen against her seemingly delicate flesh. "Without me? Why darling, without me you'd be so very soft." The sound of spattering flesh from the other side of the nearby wall had Eve stiffening. Then there was a slow, seeping smile that actually curved her lips to a dreamy, half-lustful state. "Ooooh. Something bad just happened. So much... oh." She dabbed at the corner of her mouth, swiping with the tip of her middle finger like she was checking for remnants of ice cream. "Little did I know you'd throw a party just for me, Aure. I'll be sure my thank you card smells like sex so you're not too quick to throw it in the trash." Her eyes were burning brightly with a silvery glow before she shut them all the way, cutting off the pure sparkle so that it didn't raise so much alarm. A shudder made its way up her spine and she cleared her throat like she'd swallowed something thick. "Alright, well. Let's see, shall we? What happened to make everyone so very unhappy?"
Iara peeks into the room and gasps, taking a step back. She has studied demonic rituals as part of her religious studies at the convent; Enough to know this is some sort of demonic ritual "I think..Some sort of dark magic ritual, involving sacrifices. Umm, I don't know what for, but we need to contain this somehow, before it gets even worse!" she's trying to remember her lessons, but her mind I still a jumbled mess.
And then a certain Tiger rushes by and people start to panic. One of the Valkyries lashes out, striking him down with lightning! While everyone else runs AWAY from the tiger, Iara runs towards him, eyes widen, fearful. Not for the tiger, but for the lightning. She is only vaguely aware of what else is going on, heart stopping for a fearful moment as the lightning barely misses him.
He retreats into his room and she breathes a sigh of relief. He's safe, or now. She'll have to check on his wounds later. Boldly, she strides towards the Valkyrie who wielded the lightning, arms spread out. "Stop! Leave him alone! He's not the enemy, he's trying to help! Look around you, there is dark magic at work here, these people.." she points to the open door , towards the remains of a ritual that is hopefully over now, "These people are the enemies! The question is, are we still in danger, from them?"
But with everything going on, Iara blushes self consciously and retreats to Peter's room, concerned about him.
Conni manages an embarrassed smile which she flashes to Aurelie at the compliment. "A pet? In which case I am sorry. Oh...and thank you." This is said with a wink and then Conni looks forward again, and then Iara is charging towards her. Doing her best to calm her breathing, Conni closes her eyes for a count of five and then opens them again, focusing chill blue eyes on Iara. "I am sorry..." the words come out slowly, the Dane seemingly having trouble with her English, he accent quite thick now. "The next time I see a tiger charging towards people, I will ask it if it is friendly first." Gritting her teeth in a smile that is possibly friendly although perhaps a little forced. "Now, as you say, I will look in on the ruckus." There is a whoosh as Conni's wings come back out, the raven feathers gleaming in the light from the hostel. With a huge downwards gust of air, Conni skips into the air, landing neatly on the balcony. "Oh..."
The stars glitter like diamonds in the deep sapphire blue of the night sky.
Health was panting by the time he got up the stair to the second floor, panting heavily. "That's just the increased blood flow rushing the organs through your alcohol system... Take it in and think about the Skippy in the car." Shouldering the door on the upper, he leaned his weight into it several times. "Comon you bitch, open up for daddy." He hammered his weight against the door twice more, and sighing heavily as he eyed the door handle for a long moment as he chuckled, "Right... Help those that help themselves." Thumbing the latch, his weight oozed off the door as he pulled it open. "King Kong ain't got shit on me!" The man started wandering down the hallway and around the corridor as he called out. "Aurelie, I hope your insurance covers 'Acts of G-d'. Still, marvelous spread and the open bar was divine, and know that's no small compliment from me." He leaned against the wall to steady himself there and the returning Conni got him staring. "The answer is no, unless you know a dragon that needs chasing."
"Whoah, man." Jane can only wipe her eyes clear, then stare in shock at the spattered remains of a magic user after a very bad time. "No need to go all to pieces." That done, she looks down herself with a grimace of disgust. "So much for a new outfit." Now stomping with irritation more than rage, she heads back out towards the balcony. "I need a bath. And a shower. And a bottle of mind-bleach. But not as much as the folks still alive in there," she informs the newly-arrived Conni. "That's gotta be like the worst post-coital wakeup /ever/."
Aurelie steps into the bloodied suite as the orgy participants are beginning to come out of their sex fugue. The willowly blonde with the sea-green eyes clears her throat and picks her way through the gore to the room phone. "Jason? It's me. Would you please send someone to the Plumeria Suite with a mop and bucket? They're here now? Well, yes, of course I would like you to stall them. Give them beer. Then...show them your ass? Fine, tell them I'm seeing to a few guests in need, then I'll be right down." Aurelie looks out to those gathered in the room and near the doorway, and smiles sweetly. "The police are here. They have questions. Anyone who doesn't want to be involved in all of that mess, there is a back stairway just around the corner." She grins wolfishly at Heath. "I made sure my insurance covers -everything-. We'll be fine. Probably."
Auri looks over to her guests a moment, her hand tightening around the phone until the plastic case cracks. "And if anyone has any way to tell me who is responsible for this and why, I will make it worth your while."
She carefully resets the broken phone handset on the base, and steps over towards the very confused naked people. "You're right," she agrees with Jane. "I should take care of them after the shock. No one deserves a ruined afterglow." Gently laying her hands on the shoulders of one pretty young thing, Aurelie guides them out. "Come on, why don't you let me take you all to a fresh room. You've had quite a shock." As she escorts the naked revelers out of the crime scene, she licks her lips and her eyes flash silver, her entire affect rather like freshly uncorked champagne.
"Thank you all for coming to my little party," Aurelie bids everyone remaining who isn't in hysterics. "I hope you all had a...memorable time? And I meant what I said. Anyone who can get me clues to what happened here will be very well rewarded. I would very much like to return the favor to whoever decided to interrupt my party."
When silence had descended, Aksel did his best to stagger out and down the stairs, having to take it fairly slow with the cocktail of alcohol and narcotics in his body. Thankfully, to all the world he wouldn't look much more than any other reveler who'd gotten drunk, gotten wet, hidden out and was now trying to go home. A bit of a wander found the back stairs, and he started shuffling towards a hidden hammock spot off in the distance, not at all looking forward to the inevitable vomiting.
Iara gets to Peter's door JUST in time for him to open it, stepping outside with a pair of crocs dangling from his mouth. "Mmmh!", he says to her, dropping the crocs so that he can step into them. "Thank goodness you're okay." He gives he a quick hug. "I'm okay. Uhm, I gotta go clean up the Plumeria Suite, apparently it looks like someone was painting with blood and gore. Probably not a good idea to go look, yeah?"
The young man heads for a utility closet, pulling free a fresh mop, and a large bucket on wheels, complete with a mopwringer. "You should go check up on Abdiel, maybe? Haven't seen him in all this racket, but I find it hard to believe that he'd sleep through it, yeah?"
Eve opened her eyes to watch the trouping of the sexcapaders down the walkway to the next room to be defiled. She smiled winsomely at Aurelie as she passed, and gave her a slight nod while meeting her bright blue, silvery sheened eyes. "Dinner and a show indeed." Shifting a bit to the side, she took a peek into the room, then looked at Jane and Conni, her eyes taking in the height and form of the two women as a slasher's-dream grin stole her lips. "Ladies, you were marvelous, I can't say I've ever been more interested by looking at the sky, though I was far too conflicted by the whole surprise wave during the party to really express it earlier." She sighed softly and swept her hand down her perfectly fine dress. "I'm afraid I'm a mess, or I'd continue with our earlier line of conversation, lovely. Still, I expect to see you again. And you." She looked at Jane and nearly purred. "Your eyes are like fire, red really is your color. Maybe I'll be able to buy you both a proper drink sometime. Here, my card." A slim pocket that fit so closely to Eve's hip that it was indistinguishable from the line of her dress was reached into with just the fingertips of Eve's first and middle finger. Withdrawing a couple of cards, Eve held them out to the ladies, giving them a wink. "Let me know if you ever want a place with a little land that lets you spread your wings." Seemingly unhurried by the impending police arrival, Eve nodded to the Valkyries and then turned to walk toward the stairs, her eyes fastening on Heath. "Heath! A pleasure to see you didn't drown yourself in the unmanned bar while we were all running. Shall we continue this fun evening elsewhere? My treat tonight, as I have something in mind." Eve watched the people passing her by, all headed toward the back stairs.
Iara blinks, hugging Peter tightly, eyes sweeping worriedly over his body, making sure he didn't suffer any major damage from that lightning attack. "Umm, are you going to be..Okay?" she bites her lip, looking worried, shaking her head, "It's okay, Abdiel wasn't even in the hostel as he had some business to take care of." Still, she's worried, she should check in on him. "Yeah, I'll do that. But first I want to take a quick look around ground zero." she follows him out, peering around, only just catching what Aurelie says about finding out more about this mystery. "I'm sorry that things ended so badly, Aurelie, but I'll do my best to get to the bottom of this."
"It was black magic, I think. Only that magic has this 'oily' feel to it." Conni does her best to suppress a full body shudder. Looking to Auri, she gestures with a nod of her head in the direction of the docks. "All this was directed at a boat in the harbour, it pretty much obliterated it. If you want, I can show you, just give you a lift up to see. Would probably be something you could do with the phone though." Shrugging her shoulders, she turns from Auri to Eve, raising an eyebrow at the comment but still managing an honest smile. "I am normally more subtle but thank you for the card and the offer." Conni takes the offered card and pops it into the pocket of her jeans, nodding to Eve as she does so. "I'll bear that in mind, thank you!" Turning now to Jane, Conni casts a critical eye over her wrecked attire. "I have a room here Cousin, come with me and we'll get you cleaned up. I sure I've got something that'll fit you too."
Heath grinned at the retreating Eve, "Dear Evelyn, it would take more than a kiddie pool for me to drown in, but here are beckoning me to the ocean... How could I resist?" The man strode past Aurelie, picking out of his pocket to pick out a pair of plastic business cards. "For the stains on the sheets." He passed the card to Aurelie, "Aloha and good evening to you, if there are questions from authorities, I may have had too many to be of use." He offered a nod to Conni and Jane as well, "Aloha ladies."
And Heath continue out of the party to join Eve.
Jane looks down at the card she's offered, then remembers that both her hands are full and covered in blood. "Er," she says. "Thanks? I'll steal that one later." She nods to Conni, then smiles. "Now you're singing my song. And if things get a little hot here later, well, we got options." She gestures for Conni to precede her out of the room. "After you!" And not just so she can watch the blonde's magnificent backside, either...
After blowing kisses to everyone on her way to "take care" of the "witnesses", Aurelie disappears into another Suite, only to be escorted out not fifteen minutes later by investigating police. Her hair is all askew and she's wearing one of the officers' jackets and not much else. "I'll be back soon everyone, I'm going to be interrogated!" the blonde beauty waves and blows kisses back after her, positively aglow with...afterglow? "Free drinks for whoever needs them! I'm going to blog my jail visit, you guys, look it up online tonight...or maybe tomorrow..." One of the officers tugs her arm and she adds hurriedly, "I'm on YouTube at CallMeAuri! Some of you might be in it with footage from the party, it's going to be huge!" And then those long, lissome legs and that cheekily grinning face with the red lipstick get tucked into the back of a police car. The forensics team is stalled downstairs, about to head up to the Plumeria Suite to collect evidence - but the staff has them distracted for now.
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