Alina Sanchez

Blame It on the Alcohol | Kitty & Alina

“You’re my queen.” Kitty clarified. He tossed those words around pretty willy-nilly, any strong female he encountered was his queen, if even for a moment, and Alina was no exception. “I said I didn’t care!” He called over the music, putting his arms around her neck in time to actually kiss her, however clumsy he may be. He outright whimpered into her mouth, the noise getting lost somewhere, as she pulled at his hair, his knees feeling weak.

Alina did care though, she wasn't trying to hurt anyone, normally she was the one that always got hurt. This was just fun, have a chance to get out and enjoy the night with someone. Truth be told though, she didn't mind being someone's queen even if it was only for a night. Sure, the kiss was a little sloppy but that didn't seem to matter to Alina really. Pulling back, she smiled a little bit and then leaned back in to talk to Kitty. "We should probably get you some water before you pass out Kitty. It's super crowded in here, then we can come back to dancing. Less you have another idea of what you want to do.."

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Blame It on the Alcohol | Kitty & Alina

“No way,” Kitty smiled, head spinning a little. “Kiss away, queen.” He tipped his head back a little to look up at her, swaying in place. “Do you think Will will care?” He was pretty sure the blond wouldn’t; but not entirely. “Changed my mind, don’t care if he will.” He rolled his shoulder more so than shrugged, obviously buzzed.

"Oh so I'm a Queen now?" Alina laughed, glancing around before looking back at him. "Why would he? You're dating him. I'm kind of dating him? He should be happy we're getting along!" Maybe. Maybe not. Whatever, did it even matter? It was just a kiss, not like she was taking them home or anything. Well, she may, later to crash but that was different. Keeping herself close to Kitty, a firm grip on the dress, she pressed her lips to his softly at first, then again harder before one hand came up into his hair and gripping it tightly between her fingers.

Blame It on the Alcohol | Kitty & Alina

“My hero.” Kitty smiled, putting his arms around Alina’s waist, matching his movements to hers. It was easy; dancing with her. He didn’t have to think too hard about it. Which was nice, being able to turn his brain off for a while. He closed his eyes, getting more into it once he couldn’t see all the people around, as though them being out of sight meant they weren’t there.

"I like to feel protective now and then," she gave a small smile and they wound up somehow dancing through two songs, her hands left around Kitty's neck and down their arms and finally settling on their hips. Sure it was hot as hell in there but that didn't seem to matter any to either of them. Eventually Alina's hands wound up sliding further down and gripping Kitty's dress a little with a smirk, leaning back into their ear. "Hey, kitty cat, would you hate me if I kissed you?"

Blame It on the Alcohol | Kitty & Alina

Kitty nodded, holding Alina’s hand tightly. He was out of his element, so far out of it he could have probably cycled back into it. Already, he felt like the tequila was burning a hole in his stomach, but he ignored it, focusing on the music. Some song he didn’t recognize, not that it particularly mattered, because it had a good beat. “I’ll mace ‘em!”

Would two shots actually make Kitty drunk? They was so tiny that Alina wouldn’t be surprised. But that was the goal of tonight, get drunk, go home, wake up the next morning and wonder what actually happened. It sort of felt like old times just for the moment when her body started moving to the beat and she laughed. “Or you could just let me kick them in the balls,” she said when she leaned in, her arms looping around their neck and tugging him closer to her.

Blame It on the Alcohol | Kitty & Alina

“This is like my third time drinking ever.” Kitty confessed, downing the other shot with another sour face. “And it’s disgusting!” He stuck his tongue out, making a noise similar to ‘yuck!’ “Let’s go dance!”

“Aww, I’m sorry, I probably should have started with something lighter huh?” Alina didn’t drink things like that though unfortunately. She didn’t really ever drink anything thing mixed so she hadn’t thought about it. “Alright,” grabbing his hand, Alina grinned and started wandering out into the crowd, two shots wasn’t a lot but to be honest, Alina had been drinking already before she met up with Kitty. “If you get grabbed let me know okay? We’ll get to a different location.”

Blame It on the Alcohol | Kitty & Alina

“Thank you.” Kitty smiled, accepting the shot. “Normally I can fend for myself… but it’s a lot of people.” He mimicked her, taking the shot, before making a sour face, coughing. “Oh, god! That’s so gross!” He wiped his mouth, nose wrinkled up. “How do you do that? It tastes nasty!”

"Mhm," she nodded and then laughed when his nose wrinkled, shaking her head. "It's not so bad, you've probably never really had straight liquor before have you?" She winked and motioned to the second shot. "Come on Kitty, drink up and then we can go have some fun out there. I'll even buy you something fruity to drink, those always taste better."

Blame It on the Alcohol | Kitty & Alina

“We’re about to find out.” Kitty smiled nervously. He had never in his life had tequila. Once, he’d had a mimosa, a margarita at his high school graduation party, but that was really the extent of his alcoholic endeavors. He stood a little close to Alina, wary of the other people around him. Bars were probably one of those tricky things, like clubs, where some people would ignore him completely, and others would focus in on the boy in a dress, harassing or even attempting to hurt him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” she said with a small smile before paying the tender and handing him one shot. She noticed them sticking close to her and she took that as a sign that they weren’t really comfortable. Wrapping her arm around him, she leaned in, casting a glance at everyone that happened to be looking in their direction. “If anyone touches you, they’ll have their asses handed to them, you say the word and we’ll leave alright?” Knocking the shot back, Alina let her hand find Kitty’s free one before she lifted the second one towards him. “We’ll go dancing after this.”

Blame It on the Alcohol | Kitty & Alina

“I don’t… I don’t wanna talk about Layla anymore.” Kitty made a face. He didn’t want to get caught between Layla and Alina; he wanted them both to like him. He broke into a smile, however, leaning against Alina and flashing his own ID before they were let inside. “That’s really sweet of you!” He looked back to her, grinning. “Thank you!”

“Fine by me,” she was glad to not talk about the other blonde. “Mhm, no problem,” she called out over the music, making sure to keep Kitty close to her. Mostly because she wanted to but she also knew if Kitty got hurt? Will would probably come after her and she didn’t want that - she just wanted to enjoy tonight and wake up tomorrow and remember how much fun she had. Leading Kitty to the bar, she motioned to the tender. “Four shots of tequila please,” then she glanced at Kitty with a smirk. “You can handle tequila right?”

Blame It on the Alcohol | Kitty & Alina

“Yeah, Dimka and Layla really like each other… Then there’s Will, and me, of course, though I’m not anybody’s anything.” He made a face, following Alina’s point. “C’mon, c’mon, let’s goooo!” He sped up, tugging Alina a bit. “C’mon!” He was excited to dance, and even to drink a bit, but he didn’t plan on getting totally wasted… not that that would take much alcohol anyways.

"Mhm," she muttered. "Maybe she'll stop sleeping with people other people like then." Alina probably shouldn't have said it but she honestly didn't care. She just let herself be dragged, giving a laugh and smirked. "Calm down kitty cat," catching up once they were at the door, Alina just wrapped her arms around Kitty from behind and flashed her ID to the bouncer, paying the entrance fee for the both of them. "Well, maybe I’ll just make you my somebody. Since you are my date and all, seems appropriate for me to at least pay for this."

Blame It on the Alcohol | Kitty & Alina

Kitty went along with it, putting his arm around Alina’s waist in return. It wasn’t like he had too terrible much sway in the matter anyway; given that he was a couple inches shorter than Alina, and although he was curvy, he didn’t weigh an awful lot, able to be carted around easily. It didn’t bother him, really, he just kept in step, nodding. “I love dancing! Dimka, that’s one of my boyfriends, he takes me dancing all the time, and not just like… club dancing, either!” He turned even more red, choking on his own breath. “It’s… it’s not far then?”

Apparently Alina had something for the twiggy boys, aside from Zach everyone she liked had been lanky. It was strange but Alina guessed that was just her thing. "Yeah, I've heard about Dimka, apparently he's Layla's main or something. He's an acquired taste," she grinned and gave Kitty a light squeeze before pointing up. "Nope, not far at all. Hear that music? That's where we're going." She grinned. "Am I making you nervous Kitty cat?"

Blame It on the Alcohol | Kitty & Alina

Kitty turned pink, fidgeting with his purse’s strap, slung over his shoulder. “Thank you!” He chirped, beaming. Gosh, Alina was so nice! He could almost forget that she’d made a pass, however jokingly, at him. “How far away is this bar? I wore comfy shoes.” He stuck out one sneakered foot for emphasis.

Alina was solely focused on Kitty right now - okay so it's been a really long time since she went to a club. It's also been forever since she had a night off where she didn't work the next day either. And shouldn't she want to get to know Will's other little datemates? Looping an arm around Kitty's waist, she started dragging him down the street. "Not far, and sneakers are best, I wore my combat boots. Hope you're prepared for dancing pretty one," Alina said with a smirk and leaned in, kissing Kitty's ear before continuing.