Private Two of a Kind

Suburbia in Manta Carlos was a weird thing to witness. Usually, there were cardboard cutouts of houses laid in identical slots, each a copy of the other. That's how it had been in the city in Greece. The dorms, too, were kind of the same formula. But these houses? No, they were all different sizes and shapes and configurations. Which kind of amazed the faun girl as she walked down the street. She hadn't dressed up or anything for this party. Not fancily, anyway - just a cute tank shirt and her own brown fur to complement it. She glanced at her phone screen. It had to be this street, right?

Tonight she was gonna party till she dropped. She finally spotted the house and was welcomed by a few friends of hers, who invited her in and started her off with a glass of (probably watered down and disgusting) beer. She took it anyway, and conversation, laughing and dancing soon followed. Within a half-hour Chris was completely at ease, humming and swaying along to the music, and most definitely a little tipsy.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'm gonna be right back," she told her friends, wiggling her cup at them. "I'm empty." And to the kitchen she went, groovin' along. She bumped against several people - who, if she was being honest, looked really trashy - on the way, but she got there anyway. Unfortunately, there was someone in the way. Wait, okay, they were kind of attractive. She smiled.

"Excuse me, hot giraffe, pass the brandy."

@Saber

"Nono, trust me, you are," Chris laughed, watching the bottle's contents slosh about in the bottle before taking it from the cat girl. "You're like towering over my actual head." Boy, was she a cat girl - ears and tail and hella hot.

"Not the way I make it. Usually I'd have the good stuff, but these cheapskates could only get like, 6$ brandy. Ugh. Metaxa's where it's at." She poured a little of the brandy into her cup, then grabbed an open bottle of Coke from the counter and poured it in.

"Anyway, I'm technically not. I lived for like two years back in 2005 and then got frozen-ified." She swilled it around in her cup. Took a giant glug. "I know. Weird. But oh well, weird things happen to sexy people like me, I guess." Like a drama queen, she put a hand to her chest and sighed. "I'm Chris. No, that's not short for anything."

@Saber

"Wooow. So rude." Chris laughed. "Haven't you heard about respecting the little people?" She lifted the red solo cup to her lips and took another sip, feeling the burn slide down her throat as she listened to the girl talk. Vampire bakeneko - whatever those were - witch... with elemental magic. Gods damn, that was a lot of things.

"Gods DAMN, that's a lot of things." she laughed. "Doesn't the whole... elemental thing tie in with the witch thing, though, or is that just it's own thing? Cause you're casting a spell on me." Chris snorted, then full-on laughed. "Weird people seem to be the norm here, anyway. Speaking as a deer girl with plant powers and electrical powers who can't taste for shit, I've seen weirder here. It's ... actually really attractive in most cases. Like this one."

Okay, that was just plain bad. Well, it got the right result - the cat girl's eyes looked her over, and the girl affirmed her sexiness. Which... duh.

"Can I interest you in a sip of my shit attempt at a brandy and Coke?" she said, offering up her cup.

"That's fuckin' rad, cat girl," she said, and accepted the tiny gem. Its amber facets flashed at Chris, all warm orange and yellows the size of a dime, kaleidoscopic even in the dim of the party. "Fuckin rad." She handed the tiny gem back - since where was she going to keep it, in her butt? - and closed her eyes in turn, mumbling "You ain't seen nothing yet." Focusing on the excitement of meeting this other person, she concentrated for a second. A smile bloomed on her face, and tiny little sunflowers and ranunculi the size of the gem dotted her braid. Picking one, she offered it to Shiro. "I've got some tricks too. Your brother seems interesting, actually. Can he do stuff like this too?"

Chris offered the cup, too, to Shiro. "Cheers to being two cute bitches." The cat-girl's tail twitched. Was that a bad thing or a good thing?

"Ooh," the girl cooed, grinning. "Love that. He must be a really good artist if he can do that." She gently took her own glass back, noticing Shiro's coughing. Had she not had hard liquor before- or rather, she corrected herself, in a long time? That's what she said, right? Huh. Maybe she had gone a bit too strong on the brandy in the drink...

"I put in like, a splash. Maybe like an ounce for mine. But mine's wayyyy too strong, so like... maybe a quarter-ounce for you?" She was relieved as the cat girl took her recommendation, pouring the bitter burning liquid into her glass. There was probably a story there somewhere, but she wasn't going to push tonight.

Speaking of push...

"Sooooo... what's it gonna take to get you onto the dance floor?"

Chris gave her a look that said oh boy this is gonna be fun. "It'd take a Spartan army to hold me back from the dancefloor. Are you game enough to keep up with me, kitty cat?" As if to demonstrate, she swayed her hips to the music in the living room.