Oh, yes, it's Ladies' Night. And the feeling's right...

[bossyboiler]

Who: The Ladies (featuring Winter)
When: Tuesday Night
Where: Starting out a bar named TWenty-One and Cup and from there, who knows!?!
Summary: All of the girls have been invited. Now it's time for the Ladies enjoy a much needed night on the town. DRINKING GAME ALERT! Spot Winter, take a shot.
Notes: This is a mix and mingle style log. Post your own top-level, respond to others.
Warnings: N/A at the moment, will update if needed.


There's a new bar in Gloucester and the imported ladies mean to make the most of its first Ladies Night. Twenty-One and Cup promises half-off all pun-inspired drinks and shots are buy two, get one free. There are plenty of pun-inspired drinks such as Cinnamon Toast Punch, Tequila Mockingbird and Sauvignon Private Ryan. The puns don't stop there. Puns adore the various artwork surrounding the bar.

The rest of the bar's décor is casual. There are fairy lights that decorate the ceiling with a large disco ball in the center of the room that's meant to serve as the dance floor. Seating comes mostly in the form of tables but in the various corners there are booths to sit in. There are a smattering of couches here and there.

There's no need to worry about a designated driver. They all had to take the bus.

All signs point towards that it should be a fun evening for all though some may hate themselves in the morning.

Comments

[musicdied]

She nods slowly at that, and glances away, towards the windows looking out onto the street.

"I think most of us have those people. The ones it wouldn't just hurt to lose, it would be like having something ripped out of you."

[henchgal]

Meredith follows Yelena's gaze and nods slowly. "Yeah, we all do. In the meantime, we make the best out of our time with them. Right?"

[musicdied]

"Right," Yelena says, and then grins, rolling her shoulders as though physically throwing off the solemn mood. "And on the topic of making the best of the time we have, I have to ask - how was the sex?"

[henchgal]

"Better than it was with Jeff Calhoun, but that's not a very high bar. Jeff managed to dislocate my shoulder--the literal werewolf did not."

Drunken honesty no one needed, surely.

[musicdied]

Yelena's midway through taking a sip of her drink, and only just manages not to choke. She blinks at Meredith, then shakes her head slowly.

"Shit. That is a very low bar. That bar is on the ground. You made the right choice, moving on to the pretty wolfman."

She's just guessing at the timeline, but considering Ches had been showing up for lessons prior to the blizzard from hell and Meredith isn't wearing a sling, she'd be willing to put good money on that order being correct.

[henchgal]

"Oh, Jeff also moved on to my roommate, so it's not like I had a choice in that matter." Meredith laughs warmly--clearly not hugely pissed about it all at this point. "But also, I'm very easy to break like that. It's why I've got the cane, I pop joints like that guy in the IT department pops tabs on energy drinks."

[musicdied]

"Meredith," Yelena says solemnly, "I think you accidentally fell into a soap opera dimension."

A brief pause.

"Also, he is an idiot."

[henchgal]

“I mean, it was just a one-night stand, I knew better than to get attached to Jeff. With Ches, he only really wanted to be friends with benefits. I know I’m not...” There’s a loose gesture at herself and then a shrug. “It’s fine.”

[musicdied]

"You're gorgeous. And smart. And you have impeccable fashion sense."

She tilts her head slightly, eyeing Meredith up and down.

"I think I'm in love with your boots."

[henchgal]

“Are you really, really drunk, or just trying to make me feel better?” It might be working, just a tiny little bit, either way.

[musicdied]

Yelena's eyebrows lift slightly, and she considers her glass for a moment.

"That's a very interesting question," she says. "You could always test me. But we don't have a polygraph machine or a breathalyzer, so you might have to be creative."

[henchgal]

Now, they’ve both been drinking. So what comes out of Meredith’s mouth is completely and utterly uncensored, unfiltered, the first thought in her head.

“I could kiss you to see if I can taste the alcohol on your lips.”

[musicdied]

Yelena meets Meredith's eyes for a moment, and then her gaze dips to trace the line of her mouth, her own smile gone ever so slightly crooked.

"You know I've been drinking," she notes. "So I'm thinking maybe you just want an excuse to kiss me."

[henchgal]

“Here’s a question: do I need to come up with an excuse to justify it?” She leans in slightly. Not all the way, but a start, a slip, a definite show of interest. Her eyes meet Yelena’s for a moment before flickering down to look at her lips, considering.

[musicdied]

Yelena's crooked smile widens a fraction, transmuting into something ever so slightly sharper, ever so slightly challenging. She cuts the remaining distance in half, bracing herself on her forearm against the warm wood of the table.

"I don't believe in having to justify the things you want."

[henchgal]

Meredith closes the gap completely. In the back of her mind, she's glad she opted for a matte liquid lipstick tonight, she's not going to smudge all over Yelena as she...

...soft...

The last person she kissed was Ches, and the facial hair was always present in those kisses. You couldn't forget it, with the gently prickly bristle-texture of mustache and stubble. This is entirely different, though. Soft and smooth and sweet and she'd originally been planning just for a peck.

This is not a peck.

[musicdied]

Yelena lifts her free hand to cup Meredith's cheek, thumb tracing feather-light along her cheekbone, and the faint roughness of the calluses on her fingers are a contrast to the softness of her lips.

Her eyes flutter shut, lips parting slightly against Meredith's in invitation, and there is definitely liquor on her breath, and the lingering sweetness of the cocktail she's been drinking.

(Distantly, she is aware that this has escalated well beyond what she'd been intending when she first sat down. After several drinks, she does not care even half as much as she probably should, about that or the inevitable disapproval of their chaperones.)

[henchgal]

Mere's tongue lightly brushes against Yelena's, catching the ghost of the blue, blue flavor of that whatever-she'd-been-drinking, before she slowly, reluctantly pulls away.

"Um." Well, that's an articulate response. Her cheeks warm to a rosy pink.

[musicdied]

Yelena sits back, withdrawing her hand and curling her arm loosely across her stomach.

"Well," she says, lifting her half-empty glass in a casual salute. "I think I have to add being a good kisser to the list of your virtues."

She takes a healthy swallow of her drink, the rim of the glass not quite obscuring her smile.

[henchgal]

"It might have been a fluke. Maybe we ought to try again." Shameless. With sufficient alcohol in her system, she's clearly shameless.

[musicdied]

Yelena cocks her head slightly, as though considering, and answers solemnly, "That's a very good idea. Confirmation is critical."

This time, she's the one to close the gap between them, in one smooth motion. The press of her lips is warm and light, and unhurried, like there's all the time in the world.