Mouse on Boob Kinda Day

Chloe saw the text message from Cheeto, and found herself profoundly disappointed in Dori's party-planning capabilities. A few posts on social media sites about the party happening that night was the first anyone had ever heard about it, and they even made a post on the god damn online classifieds for their dorm party. She was already embarassed at the thought of her father, who might as well be the dark lord of wild parties, seeing that classified ad. Oh, how her father would judge her for associating with these goblins.

Well, more than he already did, at least.

This was going to be a shit show, as far as Chloe could tell. The frigid ninth circle of party hell. Cheeto needed saving, and she needed it badly. Thankfully, Chloe was on campus when she got the bad news, so all she had to do was pack up her studying material and walk over to the dorms.

"No Shirt, No Shoes, DEFINITE service!" Chloe peeked into the room and, seeing so many unfamiliar faces (or whatever occupied the front of Webb's head), Chloe walked her perpetually shoeless self inwards with shirt still attached. One for two would be more than enough for her, not that it wasn't She deposited her backpack at its usual spot by Cheeto's closet before annoncing her presence.

"Hey Dori, Hey Chee!" She'd try to keep it positive. "A completely open invitation to your dorm party, eh? This'll be an experience!" With that deadpan display, Chloe had immediately failed to keep it positive. At the very least could be hard to read when she made comments like that. It would have been easy to interpret her comment as genuine hype for the mysteries the party's future held.

She glanced several times at Webb and Azrael, to a point that it might even qualify as 'checking him out.' Humanoid in shape, but thoroughly inhuman. She wondered what would bring him here. Was he trying to get laid? How would he even do that, given his... uh, everything? Chloe couldn't tell if he was looking back at her, and she was looking at him for a little bit too long. She gave him a reflexive smile and turned away.

Since this was supposed to be a party, she was doing the thing with her skirt again, and she hadn't even considered the possibility that it would send Webb the wrong messages. That 'thing with her skirt' was the decision to wear her skirt as though she didn't have a hole in the back for her tail. This meant that her tail would stick out of the bottom with her legs, and it had the effect of giving onlookers from behind a glimpse of her panties whenever she lifted her tail enough, as she did when she refocused her attention on the goblins. Anyone behind her, Webb included, would get to see black lace on smooth skin.

Webb was a bit put off when Malara ignores him and merely walked into the room to socialize with the others. Well, that was a bit more on par with how he heard that it usually went. Still, at least she showed interest, and the party had hardly even started yet by the looks of it. He finally walked into the room to see that the alcohol was already coming out. He also happened to notice one demon girl who walked in as well was checking him out, or at least that sure was what it looked like. Wow, he was really liking his chances so far! Just arrived before the party even started and already there were two showing interest! Now he had high expectations for the ni-....holy black laced cheeks!

Now, most men, when looking for attractiveness on a woman, will consider their "curves" when checking them out. Some, like Webb, paid particular attention to the rear curves of women. So the girl clearly showing black lace on those curves was catching his attention so perfectly he quickly paced himself over to her side to try and avoid staring at it. The tail certainly wasn't helping matters.

"Hey guys, I'm Webb, I showed up a little early to see if you guys needed a hand?" Webb said to Dorito and whoever else would listen. Azrael meanwhile had been oddly quiet during the past few minutes. Though suddenly, Azrael started whispering into Webb's head, making it clear exactly what he wanted. Webb would be paying particular attention to the demon girl.

"Nice to meet you, Webb!" Chloe found herself wondering if that was his given name, or something he had chosen for himself because mortals could pronounce it. "I'm Chloe." She later added that "The orange-haired one is Dorito and the green-haired one is Cheeto," when neither of them introduced themselves. Not that she could blame the goblins for forgetting - they seemed to be all over the place.

Chee was apologizing, now, and Chloe shook her head. "No, I'm sorry. I was genuinely trying to say something positive and, uh... I guess it came out wrong." She gave a weak shrug. "We'll make the best of it, though. This really could get crazy."

She looked over to Malara, who seemed intent on getting wasted on the goblins' alcohol. Chloe had heard her name before; they must have a class together. She was definitely cute, but that wouldn't make her any less of a problem if she had too much to drink. Chloe smiled at her and gave her a little wave. She'd have to keep an eye on her.

But soon she was staring at Webb again. What was he? Would it be impolite to ask?

"Well if that's all you need help with, sure thing." Webb replied to the one called Cheeto. He started to go to grab the bowl of punch when that Malara girl suddenly swooped in and grabbed the bowl instead, bringing it to the table. Distracted? Wait, had she noticed him looking at the one called Chloe? Shrugging he decided to walk over to the punch bowl and made four cups of the punch. he walked back to the three girls to offer them some.

"Anybody want some?" he asked holding out three of the four cups. Once everyone had taken one thin and slick tendrils slid out of the holes in Azrael's "face", reaching out into the cup and started slurping up the punch like a bunch of straws. As he emptied the glass he tried to steal a look at Chloe's behind again, only to find that she was looking at him again. Was she really interested? Or was she put off by the display?

"Sorry about that, is that bothering you?" he asked Chloe.

"Sure, thanks." Chloe took a glass of punch from Webb and sipped on it. It was pretty good. Sweet, but not too strong. She made a few yum sounds and agreed with Malara.

When Webb apologized, Chloe realized that she had been staring. "What? Oh, uh, don't worry about it. Actually I think you're fascinating." Chloe made an awkward chuckle, thinking something to herself about phrasing as she took a much longer sip of her punch.

"I've never seen anyone quite like you before. If you don't mind me asking, Webb, what are you?"

Chloe found herself imagining what other sorts of things he could do if his mouth was like that. Her imaginings got more lewd as time went on.