Hawaii Trip: we're at the beach but we're not swimming with the fishes

"Forgo the drinks," Eliana said as she closed the distance between them to pull him into a rough, sensual kiss that was deepened when she stood taller and held the back of his head.

Eliana wanted to be alone with Malvoes, more than she had ever wanted anything. With Eliana, that could have been said with any desire at any given time. When she wanted something, she wanted it bad, and that hunger burned in her and fed off every action she took.

Still, the want to be alone with Malvoes was cooler than that, not by a lot, but it was containable and felt raw rather than throbbing.

When she broke the kiss, Eliana gave him a lascivious wink and said again, with added profanity, "fuck the drinks."

@Poppy

Klaus' thought processes were rather similar. The two of them were both important individuals, with no end of people tripping over themselves to get a little attention and a quick fuck. The way they clawed at each other, savored everything, was definitely something to fight for, and to feel this strongly over.

He gave an amused huff, inwardly agreeing with that sentiment, and getting busy with his favorite task- making his boyfriend weak and gay. He obligingly fed Mikh his magic, holding very little back, nearly forgetting they were still in public- but fully aware of the effect his greed had on the other.

He looked at Mikh like a cat- clearly knowingly being a menace, but without regret, more intent over the reaction. He pressed kisses to Mikh's palm while shushed, grazing fingers with sharp teeth. The words were exactly what he'd wanted to hear, so he decided not to tease further. Or, at least, he'd make a vague attempt not to, but no promises. This was simply in his nature.

Klaus didn't need to add anything else to what had been said. Mikh had summed it up quite well. He smiled, taking the hand from his mouth and lacing their fingers together. He eagerly pulled Mikhainon away, accompanied by a rush of bubbling laughter and stolen kisses.

They'd be back. Just had to settle a few things first. Filthy, sinful things. Ah, he loved this man.

Chloe sighed, and nodded over to the departing dads.

"They finally got a room," she muttered, partly to Dorito and partly to herself. "Thank fuck."

She hated this party. All these people were so happy and excited about all the alcohol, and the music, and the stupid shit that everyone was doing or was about to do. It felt wrong, being out here. She felt like she ought to be inside, mourning, not going out and getting drunk and partying - but she knew from experience that locking herself away would only make her feel worse.

Ever since the Tsunami hit, Dorito had lost contact with her sister, which was troubling, because they had a literal telepathic bond.

"How are you feeling, Dori?" She wasn't going to wait for an answer. "I feel like I should let the next willing person I meet fuck my brains out, but I'm absolutely not drunk enough for that yet." That was the appropriate response, right? Diving into a hedonistic haze and trying to forget about it all for a while? Chloe didn't even want to have sex, much less with a stranger. Maybe the next drink would help her with that. Or the next one. Or the one after that.

@Botchmun

Dorito was already surrounded by tall stem glasses and empty shots. Chloe sounded pretty worn down, Dorito certainly could relate. It was hell. Having no contact with her sister was a new hell she was not used to, that she never thought she'd experience. She could close the link to her sister but she'd still feel her, like going into another room but knowing someone was on the other side of the door. Dorito was actually alone for the first time in her life, her body, mind and soul felt a hollowness that was making it hard to concentrate, hard to breathe. Chloe mentioned letting someone fuck her brains out, letting anyone fuck her brains out.

Dorito reached out and took hold of Chloe's arm, she was clinging to her wrist tightly. "P-Please just stay with me?" She was a mess. Dorito hadn't prettied herself up or put on something specific for the party. She had bags forming under her eyes, her hair was unkempt and ruffled, and it was clear she had gone beyond a mild buzz. "If you want you can just... take me off somewhere and do what you want, but... Please don't leave me alone." Dorito felt herself shivering a bit. She shouldn't be cold, she was in Hawaii. She was at a party in Hawaii, surrounded by the likes of Chloe, Mikhainon, Klaus, but she felt isolated, separate. Chloe meant so much to Cheeto, and being near her was enough to anchor Dorito, to keep the truth from sinking in just yet. It kept Dorito from knowing how truly alone she was, now.

Chloe didn't respond to that immediately. She just stared at Dori for a while.

"That is possibly the saddest thing I have ever heard anyone say."

Chloe was a slower drinker than Dorito. She only had a few empty highball glasses sitting on her table. "Shit," she said after clearing off her third. "This is probably way worse for you than it is for me. Even if I was closer to your sister than probably anyone else on this planet... you literally had a telepathic link with her you could fall back on." She set her glass down and stared at it. "Like, fuckin... people will joke about people who are super close having some kind of telepathic bond. You had an actual, literal telepathic bond for your entire life. And now that's gone."

Her eyes were welling up with tears again. Now she was starting to think about how many other people would have been affected by this same loss. It sucked.

She didn't want to feel any of this pain.

"In the hospital," Chloe said, "When you get surgery, the doctors dont always give you drugs that stop you from hurting. Sometimes they just..." She grabbed the drink menu again, "Sometimes they just, like, give you a drug that stops you from forming memories about that horrible shitty experience you're having."

She wanted to get so blackout drunk that her great-grandchildren would have cirrhosis.

"Lets just... get blacked the hell out." She pushed the menu over to Dori. "Do some stupid shit and wake up with a bunch of stolen tigers in our hotel room or... or some shit like that. Like in that one movie. The one where they got really drunk and there was this... fuckin tiger in their room when they woke up."

Their bartender made a strong Midori sour. Much stronger than the ones at Gomorrah made for her.

The kiss was a bit of a surprise to Mal, but a pleasurable one at that. It seemed Eli was feeling rather excited at the moment, which was always welcomed. He'd give her his own passion, making the kiss rougher as he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close but not too close.

He started to want to get out of the public eye and bring this to a more secluded area, maybe their hotel room. Alone time with Eli sounded like the most wonderful time he could imagine as his want for her only grew.

He'd wait for his breathing and heartbeat to return to normal before speaking, looking around the beach for a bit. "So, are you saying we should head to our hotel room?"

@FoxalypticWorld

Dorito smiled a bit at that remark, and at that plan. She raised a finger and spoke to the Bartender as he mixed up that Midori sour for Chloe. "I'll have what she's having!" When Cheeto and Dorito first arrived, they were practically creatures of instinct. Cheeto stuck to her studies and her hobbies, barely socializing at all unless forced to by Dorito. On the other hand, Dorito was almost never in her dorm, usually in someone else's for one reason or another. Something about this reminded her of those days. She had spent most of her time partying or out on the town or hooking up with her fellow students.

Cheeto was always there for her, though. In the back of her mind as well as waiting at home. It was hard, trying to be happy. The booze was helping. "I don't wanna remember tonight!"

"Who would?"

Chloe caught that glance from Eliana. Saw her heading off with Mal. She didn't know how to interpret that. Well, of course she knew that Mal was going to bone Eliana, but she didn't know if Eliana was trying to tell her something, or what she was thinking about her.

"I'm not getting drunk nearly fast enough," Chloe proclaimed. "Bartender! I need four shots of the strongest non-magical stuff you have."

The bartender gave her a funny look. "Magical?"

This was when Chloe realized she wasn't on Manta Carlos anymore. There was a glamour keeping herself and Dorito disguised as humans, and the chances that anyone else at this party knew about magic was pretty slim. "It's, ah..." Thinking on her feet drunk was a difficult time. "It's a slang term, where Dori and I come from. It means you added something to the drink which is probably illegal in Hawaii anyway. I forget what it's called. Fuck it." She desperately hoped the bartender wasn't thinking of cutting her off. She'd still be able to remember things with this little alcohol on board.

"Just give us four shots of the purest alcohol you have."

When they arrived, Chloe would give Dorito one, then kick back the remaining three. She had catching up to do.