“So young, so naive…I’ll give you a free advice: A beating heart for me is simply a walking food, but I guess you lucked out thanks to your fangs.”. Her eyes traveled to the other girl’s hand, Juliette didn’t retribute and simply flashed her typical smirk as she recognized the name, “Indeed I am and of course you are…Do you always introduce your parents as well? That shows insecurity about yourself.”
“Interesting advice-- you’ll have to forgive me for taking it with a grain of salt. I’ve got all your strengths and then some from when you were my age Julie-kins, and in 100 years I’ll be even more so. I just don’t have to be dead for that to happen.” The older girl ignored her hand, but that didn’t bother Lynn in the slightest-- vamps always played the dominance game, but this was her territory, and she had yet to be intimidated. “Insecurity? Hardly-- it shows legacy. See, unlike you, I’ve got genetics on my side, I may be SHV infected, but I inherited all of the good stuff. I mean, I’d personally argue that the fact that you pretend to not care about where you come from speaks more about your insecurities.” The Asian girl shrugged, “But that’s your cross to bear.”
“Definitely the oldest and the prettiest around here. The reasons are my own and the only caged I see right now is you…and who are you exactly?”
“Was that a jab? You make it sound like I don’t have this place wrapped around my little finger. And all while my heart’s still beating. But that’s neither here nor there.” The dhampir extended her hand. “Lynn Yang-- daughter of Agent Zhu Yang and Tobias. And you’re Juliette Martin?”
"Hmm-- so you're the new Hazel Runner? They say you're the oldest thing here. Can't imagine someone like you would have any reason to agree to come back to their gilded cage so easily. Stockholme Syndrome?"
I never scamper my ass anywhere, Lynn. Unless I’m much more furry and I’ve spotted dinner…But I suppose you won’t stop bothering me until I do, so I may as well pay you a visit.
Hmmm– well, that would be tempting, although not a guarantee for so much exertion. I think I’m going to need a visual aid or some kind of hand-out to get a clear picture of my motivation for committing such a crime.
Hmmm– well, that would be tempting, although not a guarantee for so much exertion. I think I’m going to need a visual aid or some kind of hand-out to get a clear picture of my motivation for committing such a crime.
Hmmm-- well, that would be tempting, although not a guarantee for so much exertion. I think I’m going to need a visual aid or some kind of hand-out to get a clear picture of my motivation for committing such a crime.
Missing Pants? What do you think I am-- part of the Sisterhood? What use could I have for leading a pantless campaign against the sexy blonde bakers of the community?
Did you do anything special for your brother's birthday this year? Big 1-6 and all?
Hookers. Strippers (which Charlie’s totally designing the cake for). Lots of porn and dirty magazines gift wrapped. Everything a 16 year old boy could ever want.
Who: Lynn Yang and Charlie Fabray
Where: Charlie’s apartment couch.
When: evening of 13 May
What: After crashing Santana and Monroe’s “date”, an injured Lynn decides to stir the pot even further by hobbling over to Charlie’s place for a pause-- where the otter is partaking in her usual late-night drink and veg causes the building tension between the two to bring them back to old habits...
Lynn was determined to focus on the damage to her dress-- well, Andie's dress. She did not like the fact that she was pretty certain that her face was still bleeding, or that her leg was killing her, or that her shoulder was throbbing slightly from banging into a table. Under normal circumstances she would have maybe humored Santana for a minute before showing her that she was, despite her wings, still pathetically human in terms of strength; now though? Apparently karma was interested in being a super-bitch in the short time she had left as being bound. And it sucked.
So yeah-- while she wanted to talk to Charlie, and she was ecstatic the otter was willing to finally answer her texts, the last thing the dhampir wanted was it to be a pity invite because she looked like a bloody mess. So she focused on the dress, hoping that it would be dark enough this late that the blonde wouldn't really notice any discrepancies in her appearance-- well, except for her hair, but there wasn't anything she could do in the short walk to really fix that.
Charlie wasn't happy about a lot of the bits and pieces she was hearing about today's events. Lynn was coming over because she'd injured herself probably fighting someone Charlie knew pretty well. It did however give her an excuse to let her in, which if she was being honest with herself, she was looking for one to see the half-vamp again. She just wished it could've been under better circumstances. She heard the knocking at the door as the dhampir texted her and she moved from the counter that she'd already set her first aid kit down on to open the door. She wasn't really dressed up. She'd changed into her comfy sweats after work and had just been doing her usual reading and napping when she'd gotten the text message. She ran a hand through her hair that was pulled back in a messy bun before opening the door to her "ex" whatever she was. She looked the girl over, seeing the blood instantly on her head, "Hey..." She offered a small smile, which was kind of a lame attempt on her part. "Come on in. First aid kit's on the counter."
Lynn rolled her eyes grudgingly, fighting a small smile that threatened to overcome her features. "I told you the damage was to my dress," she insisted stubbornly, though not losing a step as she slowly made her way to the counter and clicked open the tabs. "Since when does a first aid kit come with needle and thread?" The half-breed carefully moved her injured leg around a chair to take a seat, brushing back her messy black locks in order to get better access to the bloody mess above her eyebrow. "But...hey, anyways. And thanks. I know this is kind of crappy timing-- you look like you were hoping for a more laid-back evening." Lynn rifled through the box, uncertain of what she really needed. She wasn't well-versed in first-aid honestly: blame being friends with people that generally self-healed or were Healers. "So how have things been going? How are the waves?"
Charlie snorted slightly, "Yeah, well, looks like it was more to your face than the dress. And we all know which one's your better asset." She watched as she moved for more signs of injury. She could definitely smell the coppery scent of blood that was for sure. One thing Lynn never counted on was Charlie's keen sense of smell. She could smell Santana on her dress mixed in with the usual Andie and Lynn. "Needle and thread will be given once the rest of you has been patched up so we don't end up with more blood on her dress than necessary." She gave a shrug before watching the girl rummage through her first aid kit. "You really shouldn't have provoked her, you know." She sighed slightly, taking pity on the dhamphir turned human and walked up to her, taking the kit from her hands. "Let me help you out... I forget sometimes how helpless you can be when you're not accustomed to more human needs." She teased slightly, setting it down on the counter and starting to clean the cut on her forehead. "I'm waiting for the story behind all of this by the way. It has to be something interesting..."
Lynn moved to raise her chin defiantly, although the smirk kind of hurt the effort. "Well, considering the dress isn't mine," she added, "really no question, even in this state." Her face softened in gratitude as the otter moved toward her. "Pretty much impossible at this point, you've got to admit," the Dhampir stated lightly. "I think my very existence is going to cause her to want to rip my hair out." The older blonde took the kit in her hands, and Lynn chuckled slightly. "What can I say? I'm used to my body doing the work for me-- similar to how I don't pay a lot of attention to what my fur feels like or the mechanics of flying. Never really needed to." The petite girl felt herself holding her breath as Charlie touched her gently, cleaning her injury. "About as interesting as your night seems to be going, I imagine. I mean, I was just trying to take Quaker Oats' advice, is all. Get a face-to-face with the Warg, try to talk things out. It went a little south when I refused to roll over and play dead, is all."
Charlie couldn't help the small smile that appeared at the dark haired girl's joke. She just always managed to make her smile even when she was supposed to be all sad and mopey or pining after the woman currently in her presence. "Trained yourself for a lazy lifestyle." She teased lightly, "You'd never make it as a human for long without some intervention... you're lucky I happen to be one half the time... or less than half lately." She looked over the girl's injury now that it was in the light and cleaned out. "I think you'll be okay. Head wounds bleed more than others so really we might just stick a bandaid on you for now. She smirked down at her slightly, although her heart was racing in her chest at being so close to the girl's face again. She pulled back to grab the bandaid and compose herself before her fingers trailed along the girl's forehead pressing the adhesive to her skin as her finger tips lingered around her temples, grazing against them slightly. "I really think you're downplaying the whole thing. Knowing you there had to be a grand scheme." She glanced down at her with a small smirk as she backed up looking at her handiwork and then the rest of her. "You looked like you were limping or something... What else is hurting you right now?"
Lynn loved to see that smile-- it really was worth all of this trouble. Some would argue that she was just now realizing what she'd lost, but the half-blood was never in any doubt about what the otter was: just how difficult it would be to recover her if she did lose her. And Lynn was not planning on recreating this same situation any time soon, so all she had to do was sort through the mess that was in front of her and things would be perfectly back on tack. "Lazy? How often do you worry about losing hair or when your pulse rises or falls? It's a normal occurrence until its not, so...yeah. I only have to stomach it for a little while longer. But I'll take what luck I can get, certainly." She kept her eyes trained on the light ones focused on her injury, basking in their closeness that she'd missed like hell. "Sounds good," the petite girl replied softly, reciprocating her smile with one of her own, breathing Charlie's scent in, though her human senses couldn't pick up half of the parts that made her so distinct. No salt, no surf, no leftover flour or spices left from the day's activities-- but still, it was Charlie holding the bandage to her face, fixing her up, touch causing the younger girl to fight to keep her eyes open, and for that Lynn was grateful.
Lynn rolled her eyes slightly. "You really are too perceptive for your own good," she commented. "Richter did say fix it yourself, in my defense. Although my methods may not have been as straight-forward as he had intended. I called a favor in with a friend of a friend to get her to be in a place that I would be...and I /may/ have had him convince Jameson to be there under the guise of a date in order to keep a buffer between us." The Asian girl smirked slightly and shrugged. "I swear though-- the intentions were good." She bit her lip with the rest of the otter's assessment. "It's nothing-- my ankle just got a little banged up on the way down. Heels are not meant for these sort of interactions, you know.”
Charlie lets a small smile at her joke peak through, amused that the food would be what she commented on. "Oh I can totally tell. Less energy and more cheeseburgers? Lynn Yang's putting on some interim weight here." She teases slightly with a wink. She glances up at her slightly, eyes flashing with guilt over that bit. It wasn't like she wanted to. She really wanted the exact opposite, but she was trying hard to piece what she'd messed up back together. She sighed slightly, "I know... I just... wanted to figure out the best way to handle everyone I guess. Fabray in me wanting to please everybody so things kind of got more confusing and then I didn't know what to say anymore to anyone." She spoke softly with a shrug at the end, trying to explain what had been happening over the last couple weeks. She froze slightly at the hand, not really expecting it but found herself welcoming it once again, her fingers lacing themselves into hers as she met dark eyes staring back at her. "Don't worry about Tess... Let me grab you a change of clothes..." She reluctantly released the girl's hand, finally able to exhale and breathe properly as she found another pair of sweats and an old high school t-shirt from her volleyball captain days. She gathered herself again before walking back into the kitchen and handing the clothes over to her, ducking down to remove the girl's heels because that probably would've posed a challenge for her given her ankle. "I'll set up the couch for you and grab some ice while you go get changed." She wasn't thinking about how weird it was for her to be taking care of her sort of ex right now, she just knew Lynn was hurt and couldn't help herself. May 24
Lynn: laughs. "Yeah, well, I figure while I have the opportunity I should see if I can add some curves-- attract a different set around town, you know?" The half-blood saw the blonde drop her gaze and felt a little bad at her abrasive response, but still-- had the other girl /really/ thought it could have been anything else? Lynn scraped her teeth along her bottom lip slowly as Charlie replied before echoing the shrug. "...And I'm not trying to compound that problem--exactly. I'm just-- I'm just trying to talk. Figured this was the most effective route I guess. Or at least the most straight-forward. I didn't think we needed to /start/ with the serious stuff; I just wanted to try a step above radio silence Charlie." She felt a flush of warmth through her body as the otter tangled their fingers together, her face breaking into a more earnest smile and nodded, even with the disappointment of the older girl releasing her. The petite girl gave a light chuckle as the blonde Runner removed her shoes. "Like a backwards Cinderella," she commented, slowly sitting and nodding her appreciation as she pulled herself to her feet and to the otter's bedroom. She slowly changed into the replacement apparel, smiling in amusement as she rolled over the waistband of the pants that were too long for her tiny body. Not that she'd be moving far regardless, but it was kind of funny. Lynn took a short glance around the room, reminding herself of everything she hadn't seen in what felt like forever, before slowly treading back into the living room and making her way to the couch. "Thanks," she acknowledged with a small smile. "I'll get them back to you soon."
Charlie gave a small snort at her comeback. Charlie had checked that form out while inspecting her for damages, it was as hot as she remembered. The blonde smirked slightly, "Radio silence Charlie sounds like a code name or something..." God, she was such a dork around Lynn, her cheeks almost heating up at how dumb she sounded. She ran her thumb over their laced hands briefly, missing the feeling of the other girl's skin, even if it was slightly warmer than usual. "Well, I'm pretty un-Princess Charming. Although, I could be considered charming because I am getting you out of your clothes without much effort." She smirked a bit with a playful wink back at her as she went to the fridge to get an icepack. She watched as the half-vamp went into her room, silently thanking whatever higher power that she had cleaned it this morning so it looked decent and not a total mess of wallowing in self pity. She grabbed a blanket or two, propping some pillows up on the couch. She bit her lip slightly, looking her over in her clothes. It was so freaking adorable how she had to roll her pants up. "No worries... seriously, you, uh... you look cute in them anyways." She stumbled over her words, her brain and heart battling it out for supremacy over her mouth. She helped Lynn get situated, propping a few pillows up under her foot to elevate it as she draped a blanket over her and scooted it up enough as well as her sweatpants enough to place the icepack over her ankle. She glanced up at her, looking her over and fighting the urge to hold her in her arms again on the couch because it would probably be a hell of a lot more comfortable. She cleared her throat slightly, "I'll uh, see what I can do with the dress." She went to her room to inspect the damage, figuring out whatever tricks she might have in her laundry room arsenal before tossing it into the wash and walking back to the living room.
Lynn: laughed at Charlie's reply. "Well, you know-- out of touch and all, you could be doing secret Agent work for all I knew," the Dhampir teased. "Undercover shellfish communiques or something, huh?" She liked keeping the conversation light, if for no reason than just to keep it going. The younger girl worried in the back of her mind that the geopath may be right about serious conversations and choices, and so she liked the idea of just talking nonsense the way they always had. The petite girl scoffed. "Unconventional, maybe, but I would hardly argue you were Uncharming. And really, I can't recall you ever having a problem with that." She arched an eyebrow with a smirk as the other girl got up and moved to the kitchen. The small Asian gave a soft smile as the otter stumbled in response at the younger girl wearing her clothes, and Lynn settled herself on the couch with a nod as the blonde took the dress and moved down the hall. She adjusted the ice pack slightly before flopping backwards into the pillows, finally relaxing a little since this damn night had started. Lynn had never appreciated the fact she never needed to play nice until now; hopefully something that wouldn't be necessary for much longer. She heard Charlie heading back and tilted her head backwards so she could watch the otter reenter the room upside down. "Hey there," she greeted. "So...now what? I mean, if you had plans..." The vampire opened her hands, gesturing around her. "I wouldn't want to keep you from your crazy night life."
Charlie grinned at the half-vamp's laugh, happy to hear it again and not have the girl a miserable pile of mess in front of her again like she was back at the library. "Agent Charlie Fabray. Sweet on the outside but try to bite me and I'll break your jaw." She smirked slightly at her own joke, puffing her chest out a bit. She knew there were more pressing conversations to have, but it was nice to fall back into their old groove again. She shrugged, "You were hot and a total dork. I couldn't really help but try to get you out of those clothes. Just played sort of hard to get in the beginning." She gave a small wink in her direction. It was true. Charlie hadn't really been open to letting Lynn into a chance with her for the very reason why they had "broken up." She had trust issues, both concerning herself and Lynn. As Charlie walked back in, she couldn't help but smile a bit at how cute Lynn looked all propped up and comfy, basically drowning in her clothes. She ran a hand through her hair and gave a nonchalant shrug, "I already texted my booty call. Told them not to show up." She held a straight face for a bit before grinning. "No, seriously, I'm dressed for my usual wine and book/tv nights after work. You know my routine better than most really." She stood in front of the half-vamp as she spoke, glancing over and thinking about if she was missing anything with her set up. "You're kind of the highlight of my night really. I mean circumstances suck but Lynn Yang is usually some form of entertainment in one way or another." The blonde sat next to the half-vamp's foot on her couch, leaning back a bit to glance over her face with a shrug. "I guess we had to talk at some point too, so two birds one stone. Entertainment and sorting things out, I guess."
Lynn: grinned, adding her own two cents. "Agent Charlie Fabray-- smells salty, but gets what she wants by breaking suspects open like oysters on her belly," she contributed, nudging the older girl in said stomach. "I don't know what you're talking about-- I was never a dork. I am totally respected and beloved by the Springer Community as a whole. Although I'll admit some people have an easier time undressing me than others." The dhampir smirked in response. She shifted into the couch as she nested slightly, waiting for the blonde to return, missing her super-senses since the borrowed apparel only smelled clean and not so much like Charlie right now. The otter's reply about her booty call caused the half-blood's eyes to widen in surprise (and not just a smidgen of hurt), before the girl grinned in a tease. Lynn made the effort to reciprocate, though her now normal-heart rate still had to relax in her chest as it recovered from the shock. "I was going to say-- I'm a little banged up, but I guess if you really wanted to have a go I could make the effort. But now you've saved me the effort of checking my phone for your rain check." The petite girl winked. She shrugged slightly. "Well, sometimes things change. Like Hooker suddenly deciding to take a step toward domesticity. Or Agent Weston opting out of Fed duty to go on a date. But wine and fiction always sounds like a good option, although I'm always happy to be of service." She watched Charlie move to the end of the couch, expression shifting slightly as the girl suggested "talking". Well crap. "Um, yeah," the younger girl acquiesced with a nod as she glanced at her hands. "I guess."
Charlie quirked a brow, looking down at her stomach a bit, "I mean, I always thought I had nice abs, but with a description like that I might overtake Monroe's six pack." The otter grinned as Lynn refuted her dork claim, "Ah huh. Well tell that to the text messages that incriminate you in accepting your dorkish knighthood." And step around the fact that Charlie still has those text messages on her phone because she couldn't just delete Lynn from her life. As the blonde chuckled at the response she got from Lynn at the eye widening about her so called 'booty call', she couldn't help but think that it was interesting that both of them would really be shocked at Charlie moving on so quickly. She snorted slightly at Lynn's calling Santana out on being domestic, "Well... that change might be for the better considering she can't hide out from Monroe's ability to calm her down." She gave a small shrug, "It's sort of rude to just ignore someone else in the room that you pretty much invited to stay, so the wine and fiction can wait." She noticed the immediate change in tone once she brought up talking in the girl. "I mean... the cause of all of this was you trying to get Santana to approve of you with me, right? So it's kind of hard not to ignore the giant elephant in the room." She played with her hands slightly, "I didn't set out to cut everyone off, I just needed time to think and it ended up not really helping me either and making even more of a mess of things. I'm not good at dealing with myself...."
Lynn: shook her head dismissively. "Eh," she mocked. "I've felt that stomach; I'm pretty sure he paints on his stomach in the morning." The dhampir morphed her features into a argumentative frown, but really she was kind of giddy at the idea that the blonde held onto her notes long enough to recall them. "Well, unless you have those messages on you, I'm going to claim that you're simply trying to burn my rep," she said, trying to keep her expression neutral as she wondered if Charlie still had their correspondence. "Yeah, well-- that will probably work for everyone's benefit," the petite girl noted, clarifying, "I mean, I can't be the only one in need of one less Latin Fireball in town. Plus...I don't know-- it /is/ kind of cute to see some badass getting all smushy every time his girlfriend is even hinted at. I wonder if that's how his Teen Angel is supposed to be keeping him," she added as an afterthought. Lynn grinned at the otter's reply, nodding. "True-- can't be ignoring proper etiquette techniques because of last minute situations, can we?" The Asian girl bit her lip, forcing herself to look up. "Well, something like that-- I mean, at least approve of us talking, because otherwise it gets tricky...although I guess I sort of figured the elephant could just chill for a while. But yeah-- I mean, we can talk. I mean--" she dipped her head to catch the blonde's blue gaze with her dark eyes. "I know you had a lot going on-- have a lot going on. And I probably am not really making that as easy to deal with as I could be. I don't blame you for ducking out of the prying eyes of this place, you know?"
Charlie just to tease her lifts up her shirt a bit to show off her stomach because she really couldn't help herself around Lynn. "Nope, no paint on this stomach." The blonde debated a few seconds with herself before answering. "My phone has a full record of the conversation. I'm a bit of a message hoarder." She shrugs like its no big deal. "Your rep is toast." She stretched her arms out in front of her with a sigh before answering Lynn. "She's not /that/ bad, you just have to know how to handle her... Which Monroe does fairly easily. As for Mason, I think he's been pissing the two of them off lately even if he's done it to make them happier." Charlie nodded as she explained what she was doing in confronting Santana. "It would certainly make things a lot easier if Santana were on board... I'm just trying not to lose people." She snorted at the comment about not blaming her for ducking out, "Yeah well, Santana has no problem in doing just that." She sighed, "Monroe understood once I explained a bit to him but I can tell he's still a little hurt by my absence."
Lynn: smirked gleefully as the older girl lifted her shirt to show off her toned stomach. There were some really good memories of her hands on that stomach... "Hmm...what about the rest of your torso?" she challenged. "Any of it painted on?" Hearing that Charlie still had her messages...well, the petite student would be lying if she didn't admit it caused her heart to flutter. It /felt/ like a good sign-- the blonde wouldn't have kept old memories if she wasn't at least /interested/, right? She gave a smirk, "I promise I won't organize an intervention just yet-- if you keep it to yourself." She arched an eyebrow in compromise. Lynn scoffed at Charlie's assessment-- Santana was pretty much on the edge of everyone's list between tolerable and bitch. "Yeah-- that's why the only person besides her beau willing to take her in was the Little Darling, and that was after being practically begged by the school counselor," Lynn pointed out. The dhampir did bite her lip in chagrin as the blonde mentioned Mason's current circumstances, however-- that was partially her fault, especially now. "Well, it seems like a bit of a cruel twist of fate that someone so straight-forward with how they handle people and problems would be in charge of a guy that...pretty much hates people and refuses to talk to them except to tell them that. But...I may have offered my expertise in getting him a little assistance in the finer points of connecting as a Guardian Angel, so maybe they won't be so determined to kill each other soon." She shrugged lightly. Lynn inhaled deeply, not liking that the winged witch was so vital to something that had nothing to do with her, but willing to at least make an effort to patch it up with her in the line of sight. "Fair enough," she conceded. "And, speaking freely-- Santana's a selfish bitch; and I mean that in the nicest way possible. If you weren't her guy's only friend, do you really think she'd be so brash about getting up on you, one way or another? Her loyalties flow like the tide. It's good you've got at least one side of that couple you can count on if you want them in your life though, I guess."
Lynn smirked mischievously with a shrug. "Maybe," before wrinkling her nose in a pout as the shirt fell back down. Not that she was pursuing anything tonight, but she always liked to play. The dhampir rolled her eyes slightly at the "threat", holding up her hands in surrender as she flashed an amused half-smile. Lynn scoffed, "Walls-- yeah: freaking brick-lined vertical minefields. Every jackass justifies their behavior by claiming to be hiding behind 'walls'." Personally, in her years in Copper Springs, the half-breed had seen a lot of angry, closed-off people with various excuses for their behavior. Her? She owned her flaws-- she didn't blame her mother's rod-straight behaviors and expectations (not to mention blatant favoritism toward her sister), her father's all-but non-existence in her life, for why she did what she did. "But I guess if I'm being honest, I can kind of tell that dealing with the tricky ones is a preference of yours," she admitted, shrugging lightly and raising her gaze to the ceiling. The Asian girl laughed at the assessment of Mason's situation. "Yeah; and the stubborn little thing he is probably means Monroe's not going to lose him anytime soon. Makes sense, I guess, on the Powers that Be's part-- I can't think of anyone else that wouldn't have given up by now." She glanced over at the otter, "But it's good that there's so balance there-- Richter's got you back; and while I can't guarantee anything...in theory getting an expert's opinion couldn't hurt." Lynn saw that her comment had bothered Charlie-- she really was on the fence between taking it back to comfort the blonde or maintaining what she considered a serious possibility for truth for the girl's peace of mind in the long run. Charlie made her joke and the younger girl gave a half-smile in return, unwilling to further it one way or another. When the otter's blue eyes fixed on hers, she really couldn't look away. She wanted to kiss her obviously-- wanted to do a lot more than that. But there was work to be done first; the petite girl had a whole plan, and while it started here, it didn't jump to that phase until...well, a little later. Charlie's observation, however, caused her to clear her throat uncomfortably. She'd been truly a mess when the otter had come upon her the other day. Fighting withdrawal; fighting normalcy. She was lucky she was surrounded by friends, and even people she hadn't realized were friends. She had a lot more respect for Kelsey now, honestly, for what Kyle's sixteen year old girlfriend had done for her, which was significantly more than her own sister had. "Well, you know-- time heals all insanities." Lynn glanced at the other girl. "You seem to be doing better too, considering."
Charlie sighed dramatically though she really didn't mind if the girl wanted to get rid of both of their clothes entirely. "Why am I not surprised?" She said playfully at the half-vamp. She grinned triumphantly at Lynn's surrender to her demands. The otter shrugged, "Everyone has them. Santana just kind of sets them out further than most and people run into them repeatedly like they're sliding glass doors or something." Charlie had her own walls, but they were kind of pillowy she supposed, more like a cushion that you run into and don't bother remembering you did because it didn't leave any marks. "Well, it just wouldn't be fun to use my sweets on people who weren't sour now would it?" She joked and poked fun at herself. "It's like trying to hang out with Mason. We just don't really click because its like a weird bunch of bland same flavor or something." She gave a shrug. She liked the boy but they just didn't have much to talk about really other than how other people didn't respect the light they brought to situations. She noticed the throat clear by the girl and wondered if she had overstepped a bit into an uncomfortable spot with how she'd just dropped their last meeting on her. Charlie joked slightly at her own observation, "Yeah, well, I haven't been rejected in a moment of temporary insanity recently." She tucked pieces of blonde hair that had fallen in her face behind her ears. "It was a sort of emotionally charged moment, huh." She remembered back to all the things she'd hinted at and almost confessed to the girl she had been holding in her arms trying to get her to not dose herself again. She dared to look in the other girl's direction as she looked up, biting her lip slightly, fighting all urges to take her back into her arms again and feel that warmth again. Her hand made the move for her however, casually brushing up along her injured leg before turning it into more of a checking up on her ankle. She took the ice off of it and pushed the sweat pants leg up a bit to look at the damage. "Swelling's gone down a bit. Do you want anything? Water? Alcohol?" She joked the last one with a chuckle more to herself until it became sort of appealing to her. "I mean... I still have that bottle of wine sitting around that I was planning on drinking anyways. I don't really mind sharing if you want."
Lynn: grinned and tipped her head. "What can I say? I'm not surprising in a lot of ways." The dhampir scoffed, "Some may run-- although there are those of us that just happen to enjoy throwing stones at glass to watch things snap, crackle, pop. It's pretty amusing, honestly." The younger girl gave a thoughtful half-smile as she listened to Charlie's explanation (rationalization?) for her friendships. "So you don't like Mason because he's bland? Aw, poor kid-- he thought so well of you. And now he's going to feel super-awkward since he's still going to be hanging around Quaker Oats all the time, and now you'll be there too..." Poor Teen Angel just had the worst circumstances fall on him: his ability to be friends with both Lynn and Piper's boyfriend; becoming Jameson's Guard Puppy after hooking up with the guy's girlfriend and apparently not hitting it off with his best friend; and his naivete in general was simultaneously amusing and painful to watch. The petite vampire didn't know what to say really-- their last encounter was a bit overwhelming to say the least, and Lynn was almost positive she didn't want to talk about what was going on in Charlie's head about all of it. The girl's breath hitched slightly as the otter's hand traced along her leg...easing at her ankle to check the injury. Of course-- Lynn couldn't decide if she should thank or curse the incredibly slow human healing rate at that moment. Although as the sea creature's fingers contacted her bare skin, the half-breed decided she really didn't care why Charlie was touching her anymore: just that she was. "Finally," she joked with a small smile. "Um...yeah, actually-- wine sounds decent, although I wouldn't say no to something stronger if you had it on you." Hard liquor didn't seem Charlie's style, but it always appealed to Lynn, and she was more and more grateful for it with her powers bound.
Charlie shrugs, "Sometimes it's nice to have something that you can count on." The double meaning of that statement sat between them for a bit, and Charlie meant it. Back when they were together, she knew Lynn had her back and would stay with her no matter what. She proved that on the night that Monroe got beat up. Lynn stayed with her the whole night and worked to figure out who did it. The blonde sort of felt bad for calling him bland but it was just so hard for them to really click. "He can continue to think well of me and I think well of him too, I just don't know how well we can move further from being good friends. I mean he's like ten years younger than me, Lynn." She chuckles slightly at the thought of the age difference. The blonde grinned slightly as she accepted the drink offer, "I'm sure Tess has something stronger. She usually keeps vodka or tequila somewhere in the cabinets." She offered as she got up to pour them both a drink.
Lynn: smiled softly, hoping that she was hiding the tinge of sadness that she felt in the potential double-meaning of the otter's words. She wanted Charlie to feel like the dhampir was someone she could rely on-- hell, Lynn was someone she could rely on-- but it was a point that would take time, and the younger girl didn't think she could push it now. The half-blood shrugged. "Well, sixteen /is/ pretty young," she agreed. "You've just got to feel bad for a guy whose charge is seven years older than he is-- it'll be a while before they have anything in common...if they ever do. And you were the closest thing he could've used to bridge that gap-- well, unless you count Hooker. But I'm not so sure that shared occupancy in a girl counts as something in common." She smirked at her joke-- while she understood it was a bit hypocritical to mock Santana constantly for her promiscuity (after all, Lynn had certainly gotten around in her years living in Copper Springs), she enjoyed continuously bringing it up for her own amusement. When Charlie suggested raiding her roommies liquor supply, the vampire flashed a bright grin. "Ooh-- I feel like I'm seeing a whole new rebellious side to you, Fabray. I like it."
Charlie knew the meaning wasn't lost on Lynn as her smile didn't quite meet her eyes. She rolled her eyes as Lynn once again poked fun of Santana having both Mason and Monroe. "Yeah, well, I'm sure she was looking for the farthest thing from Monroe when she found Mason. Those two are ridiculous when they're either worried or mad at each other." The blonde turned back to her, offering a mischievous smirk, "There's a whole lot of sides you've yet to see, Yang." She turned back to the cabinets, grabbing some glasses and the bottle of vodka she found from Tess' stash. "What's your poison? I've found us some Russian grade A booze just for the occasion."
Lynn: snickered at Charlie's reply. "Yeah, well-- she found it. Young, inexperienced, innocent as a puppy. I bet he even offered to buy her breakfast the next day even though she probably didn't stay over." The vampire kind of liked the way the otter defended the couple though-- not necessarily the pair themselves, but the way Charlie did it made the two sound much more romantic than at least one of them was. She supposed that explained why the Fabray and Shake 'N Bake were so close-- they really were both softies. Lynn grinned right back at the blonde. "That's good to know," she told her, all sorts of implications left in her inflection-- she was, well, human after all. "Hey, if it's flammable and takes the edge off, I'm in," she answered. "I don't think Russians would ever steer us wrong, do you?"
Charlie nudged her leg a bit but not enough to hurt her, "I feel like the only things that come out of your mouth are either flirty comments at me or jabs at them." The otter didn't mind all that much given the fact that she was sort of used to it by now, but if she could get Lynn to lighten up on them a bit, it'd probably make things a little easier to talk about. The otter heard her little inflections in that last bit and just shook her head, smirking to herself. She found some tonic water and decided to go vodka tonic on the drinks, making them and handing a glass over to her gently, sipping from her own. Maybe she'd be able to relax a little bit and not watch everything she said around Lynn. It was weird being so cautious around her when Lynn had been the person to free her up.
Lynn: rolled her eyes slightly at the arguably truthful observation. "Well, I refuse to feel guilty about the former-- what if I...tried for a more positive consideration on the latter?" She was still damned irritated at Santana, but she actually thought the geopath was kind of adorable for the way he acted around the two girls in his life-- hell, Lynn had gleaned that he'd started warming infinitesimally toward Mason lately. The younger girl could find something nice to voice about him if it put the otter's mind at ease. "For example-- it's kind of cute that your bestie seems to carry over your 'voice of reason' tendencies when he's around his Winged Monkey." She shrugged, rotating her hips so she could watch the blonde pouring the liquor-- no surprise she found something to mix them with. "Or I could talk about someone else entirely. Like a certain blonde Runner Agent who wasn't assigned to the B&W, but is still going with her 'official' boyfriend that was recently released back into active Agent duty. Kind of romantic." The petite girl happily accepted her tumbler, taking a sip and clearing her throat as the drink slid down, sending an instant calming effect through her body. "Not to mention that I know a certain baker's assistant and roommate's sister apparently has not only a date, but a new girlfriend to accompany her to the dance." Lynn raised her glass in a toast. "To Natalie and Frankie-- may they not do anything /too/ crazy under each other's influence." She took a few deep draws from the glass before looking up, glancing at the blonde's drink curiously. "Everything okay there?" she asked, trying to be very careful of the path she was treading.
Lynn: arched a brow. "In order to make friends, you have to at least make a little effort. I think with his "effort", me or his Blonde Fed would be the closest he'd get, and I doubt either of us are on his list." Especially now, she voiced internally. Charlie's glare caused the vampire to press her lips tightly together, but it didn't change her mind. Not that the blonde wasn't right-- they had no evidence backing them, just wild speculations-- but in the younger girl's mind, the fact that it was truth made all of the difference. "I never said they had the right, or that it was okay," she told Charlie, ducking her head slightly. "It was disgusting and cruel, and trust me when I say some of them got what they deserved for it," she couldn't hide the smirk on her face when she remembered her encounter with Ford when he was going through his own withdrawal. "And no one's going to forget it." She wanted more than anything to comfort the otter, make her feel like their town was safe even though all of these horrible things had happened lately. Lynn shrugged. "I don't know honestly: I've never seen Brody interested in anyone-- I was willing to bet he was married to the job really when he's been around. And when he was here long enough to go out, it's always been with the Darling girls." The dhampir was positive that the younger witch would be upset about Brody's new flame: the girl had probably been planning their wedding since they met. "I hope you're right, just to see what happens when two Agents cut loose." Lynn liked the talk of canoodling-- she liked that Charlie used the word. It was adorable. In fact, she decided as she tipped back the rest of her glass, "Well, you could explain to me the whole difference between canoodling and snuggling. Or cuddling? I mean-- you're the only person I think I've ever heard use the word. I'm starting to think you made it up." She placed her empty tumbler by the otter's.
Charlie shrugged, "I think he was on his way to becoming friends with Leah, she just got really busy and now they don't really hang out in the same circles anymore. As for you, you keep poking him too hard and shoving into his sore spot, Santana. Avoid that a little more and he might just tolerate you more, maybe even accept you." The blonde realized she was glaring at the girl still and looked away to try and calm down and relax her face. "Well, by you saying they had a decent reason, that's kind of exactly how it sounds." She looked over at Lynn when she said no one's going to forget it, feeling a little more safe with her around. The blonde was interested to learn more about Brody before all the Runners and Leah came in. He seemed like such a nice and sweet guy around Leah, she couldn't imagine him being all work. Charlie couldn't help but laugh. "I actually made a slightly tipsy Monroe say it once... it was adorable." She cleared her throat to be official. "Well, I'm not really an expert on the official definition but... in my opinion, cuddling is just kind of laying next to someone, intertwined but not actually focusing on them really, just sort of using them as a pillow or something. Snuggling, is a little more actively paying attention to your partner..." She sighed, "It would be so much easier if I could show you." It was the alcohol starting to set in.
Lynn: couldn't help but laugh at Charlie's response to Monroe's apparent budding relationship with the Runner Agent. "Seriously?" she asked incredulously. The tiny girl really hadn't given the idea serious consideration-- even if the geopath had a compatible personality with someone, she'd been certain that the Agent badge would have turned him off immediately. "I mean, Baker pretty much surrounds herself with the type that think he's scum. I've seen the file-- I get why she sticks up for him; but friendlies?" As for her... "Everything about what I do is a sore spot for him. I'm a button pusher-- always have been. Not a real turn-on for Geodude." She pulled her shoulders up into surrender and smiled. "It's okay. His seeming tolerance of me where it matters-- I think that's enough." Lynn inhaled deeply, uncertain of how to respond. If it was anyone but Charlie, she would be digging her heels in, no question. She'd been at Copper Springs a long time, and she'd seen the fallout of a lot of Rebel activity. Monroe was possibly the only /actual/ Rebel that had not only come to town, but actually been given a clean slate. Arguably he didn't deserve the hatred that came his way, especially if the Agency rumors about what his actions against his former teammates was true (those injuries the first weeks had to come from somewhere after all), but she'd be lying if she didn't understand why so many people chose to dump all of their frustration and anger on the only target they could find. The best the tiny vampire could do, though, was shake her head to try to convince the otter that she was on her side in all of this. "Well, it's not." She threw up her hands in disbelief at the blonde's admission. "Are you serious? And you didn't think to get it on video? I'm going to have to bug you or something from now on." The younger girl smiled as Charlie took on a technical air. "I see," she replied consideringly. "Well, I mean-- if you think a visual demonstration would clarify better, I don't mind being the guinea pig of your definition."
Charlie shrugged, "They did spend two weeks together between Hazel Run and here and neither of them ended up killing each other. I'd call it a win. Plus she used to rival me on my ability to Monroe rationalize and understand. We're both sort of experts on the broody beast, or at least we were." She grinned a bit proudly at the fact. "I guess I'm just the only one who can tease him enough to get him to not hate me. Just a gift." She brushed her shoulder off playfully. Charlie let the arguement drop after she told her it wasn't. She didn't need to press the matter further and get them both upset. She laughed, "Mind you, I was a little tipsy myself, but he said it. And then pouted when I called him adorable. It was great." Charlie debated momentarily on her course of action, but the alcohol in her wanted her to just do it. It was how she was around Lynn. Impulsive and a little more wild than people expected of her. She carefully scooted herself onto the couch, laying next to her and sort of hugging her from the side with an arm wrapped around her. "Cuddling... although snuggling and cuddling are kind of being used interchangeably a lot." She bit her lip, turning more into her and nuzzling into her neck a bit, playing with her hand and running her fingers over her palm. "More towards snuggling..." She looked up at the half-vamp, seeing those eyes and that face so close she couldn't help herself. She leaned up kissing her softly and running her hands through her hair, still careful to not knock her ankle as she moved a bit more on top of her.
Lynn nodded, although-- "Wasn't that mostly interrogation?" she commented. Her files started getting harder to access around that time-- Hazel Run had been a major breach and caused a lot of security upgrades-- but she was still pretty sure Monroe was not being bounced around in transfers like some of the other residents. "Yeah? So is that your main field, or do you hope to branch out?" she asked with a tease-- the dhampir was definitely not one to brood, after all, although the otter seemed more than happy to learn about the creatures of chaos as well. "One of your many, I see." Lynn smirked at the girl's laugh. "Well yeah; I can't imagine Richter enjoying being called the dreaded A-word." She tilted her head to one side. "Maybe someday we'll get you both drunk and convince him to do it again." This was a bad idea-- Lynn knew it was a bad idea. The half-breed had a plan to get to where she wanted to be, to getting what she wanted the way she wanted it. But then there was this damned blue-eyed girl with this really sexy glint in her gaze and an impulsive nature that the tiny vamp /knew/ rarely came out to play. Plus that vodka she'd just tossed back was not making any of this seem like a bad idea... The younger girl carefully shifted her body to allow the blonde more room next to her on the couch. Her soft arm swept around the petite frame next to it, and Lynn smiled, nodding in consideration. "Cuddling..." she repeated softly, watching the girl's features with a half-smile as she kept as still as she could in her human form. Though Lynn was positive she felt her heart speed up as the other girl's face drew into the crook of her neck and tracing along her hand, a rush of adrenaline coursing after the flush in her veins as her breath caught in her throat. "I see..." she whispered in reply, her dark eye
Charlie shrugged, "From what I gathered, about half of it was interrogation and the other half resembled more of a road trip with siblings that annoyed and teased each other to no end just to entertain themselves." The otter smirked at the half-vamp, "I mean... given the right subject, I'm sure I would branch out to something of interest as a side project." Charlie could only grin in response to the dark haired girls mention of her many gifts. She did have quite a few, and she was proud of them so any sort of recognition was welcome. "He /hates/ it. Almost as much as Santana does. Quite a pair those two. Adorable together and yet neither one will say it outloud unless they're teasing the other. As for getting us drunk at the same time, you just sort of have to film our Tuesdays, which I'm not supposed to tell you about because Monroe doesn't broadcast it for a reason." She nodded firmly recounting Monroe's instructions. She knew this was a bad idea, but she just couldn't help herself. With each little moment of demonstration, she found herself falling deeper and deeper into the situation with the younger girl. Her warmth, her smell, everything that was Lynn was overtaking her again along with that alcohol. Their lips touched, soft kisses being pressed to them before Charlie pulled away to brush her nose against the half-vampire's, her body shivering a bit at the hands that touched her torso. "Definitely... canoodling..." She said softly, biting her lip to try and help her focus on settling the debate of getting away from the half-vampire and staying right where she was.
Lynn: leaned forward slightly, arching her eyebrow curiously. "Really?" she replied. "What did they talk about? His arms or how they would soon be wrapped around someone?" The dhampir had to admit she was definitely intrigued that Charlie was able to get all of this information first-hand-- the younger girl had always found people unreliable, depending more on records and paperwork to keep her informed on people's interactions, but this way seemed much more...personal, she supposed. Friendly-- not something you'd find in a Federal file, that was certain. She felt her eyes watch hopefully as she wondered if the otter would offer any more information about the unlikely pair. Lynn's own smile quirked playfully at the blonde's reply, "I'm sure-- you are quite the diligent student, after all. The petite girl laughed. "Well, yeah; people who are used to being inscrutable don't like it when you can see through them or poke holes in their walls, especially if you have such a positive motive for it. Yeah...I guess I see the draw for them as a couple," the younger girl conceded, flashing a sentimental smile. "Or at least I remember the inkling of it from our short-lived date." She had, after all, been the one to purposely shove him in that direction. Now Mason seemed to have taken on the role, but the dark-haired girl supposed she was glad that someone was looking out for them, if only to keep the town from becoming a mess. Lynn giggled at Charlie's reveal about their "Toasted Tuesdays" as she called it in her mind. "Then it's a good thing you didn't," she whispered with an earnest nod, fighting to keep her face straight. The half-breed loved the girl like this-- bubbly and sweet and full of life. There weren't enough people like that, especially here. The younger girl was pretty sure she had a good reason for /not/ making out with Charlie, but as they descended into "canoodling"...well, the blonde's lips and the vodka made it pretty damn impossible to remember what it was. She watched the otter pull at her lip before reaching over to comb her fingers through the older girl's light locks and push them out of her face as she leaned in once again to close the distance between them. Lynn caught Charlie's bottom lip momentarily with her own teeth before releasing it, brushing her tongue along the pink tissue and sliding it into the otter's mouth.
Charlie shrugged slightly, "I don't really know, it was hard enough to get his 'not completely hating her' attitude out of him in the first place. He didn't really gab about the details. Mostly I think they just fought and Monroe would do something to annoy her and she'd turn the radio to some obnoxious station to drown him out which only made them fight more. But somehow, he enjoyed it at least a little." Charlie didn't really know how she had become the one for Monroe to confide in. After all, she'd sort of disliked him for quite some time in the beginning. "Good thing I didn't what?" She tilted her head, teasing back at her in a very earnest manner as well. She missed this and she missed her. Vodka and Lynn Yang were a dangerous combination for Charlie Fabray. Two vices put into one ball fit to kill even the strongest addict's resolve. She let Lynn deepen the kiss, both of their tongues sliding into play as Charlie kept herself close enough to the girl to be pressed up against her but not enough to jostle her ankle that was still healing. When they broke for air again, the otter couldn't help but say in a tipsy murmur, "I really wasn't expecting this tonight..." She didn't really know how she felt when she said it though. Whether this was good or bad. She was just confused. "We should probably..." She had to do it, but just one more kiss. Her lips connected with the other girl's again as her hand ran through the dark locks. She didn't want to let go and she had to remind herself that that's why this was so dangerous in the first place. Lynn was her supplier for a whole other drug.
Lynn: shook her head good-naturedly. Monroe was definitely a tough cookie to crack, and while she certainly had no intention on giving up, he was definitely going to have to join her list of long-term projects. "That's kind of cute," the vampire responded. The younger girl smirked in thought. "Let me guess-- a lot of Spice Girls? Nickelback? Miley? I'm trying to decide if his sister-brother dynamic with Baker is more amusing than the weird older brother attachment that his girl seems to have going on with Gilbert." She glanced over at the otter, "Do I need to worry about you running off and coupling with the other Charlie? Because as hot as that imagery sounds..." she made a slight face and bobbed her shoulders in a joking distaste. The petite Asian smiled at Charlie's response and arched an eyebrow, "What? Were we talking about something?" The girl half-cursed her human-restricted system as she felt the alcohol making her plans less important than the girl immediately before her. "So, can I ask why you two never, you know, went the whole ten rounds? I mean, you slept together, you get along-- you're closer in age and maturity level than him and Hooker. What stopped you from trying to rein him in?" A part of Lynn wondered what the hell she was doing still digging into the couple that as currently making her life so complicated when something so less complicated and much more desirable was right in front of her, but the girl could was always a believer in more information being better, and she was still positive, even drunk, that the geopath was the key to getting what she wanted. After all, he seemed to be closer to the sliding scale of chaos than the rest of her cohorts, and yet he also seemed to be the sane man of the group around him. Plus he didn't hate her, which could only work in her favor as she positioned her pieces around the board, right? And then the two girls started kissing, and Lynn was reminded what an impressive skill set the sea creature carried in that respect. She shifted her body into the blonde's slightly to alleviate some of the tension building within her, her hand slipping up into the loose locks framing her face. "Me neither," she admitted with an unsuppressed grin, intoxicatingly giddy as she misquoted "but I'm never one to look at a gift horse's cart..." Somewhere in her rational mind, the younger girl had to know what Charlie was inferring. Her rational mind, however, was not the one driving at the moment, so she smirked and hummed approvingly as the otter pulled her in again. "Yeah we should," she murmured, leaning in to continue their lip lock as her hand drifted down to the older girl's shoulder, slipping under the strap of her shirt to graze along the skin hidden there.
Charlie chuckled and quirked a brow over at her. "Hot huh. Fabray and Darling. Charlie squared." She pretended to think it over. "It would make remembering her name a lot easier, plus I mean... it's like shouting your own name in bed." She joked with a smirk looking over at her. "I mean, I wasn't thinking about it but now that you've suggested this, I like." She nodded like the true dork that she was. Honestly, anyone but Lynn in her bed right now was a concept that didn't enter her mind. The blonde quirked a brow at the blunt and random question. "Well... if I wanted to shrink myself, I'd say that he reminded me of an ex with which I wanted nothing to do with, but slowly I got past that and in getting past that I guess it just sort of friendzoned him. Don't dislike him anymore, just won't like him more than a friend." She ran a hand through her hair, alcohol sort of keeping her from stopping herself from mentioning things. "It's weird, I know. Me judging someone before seeing all sides of them and everything, but Monroe is the only person I've ever really jumped to judging. And I turned out wrong." She scratched her head slightly with a sigh and a slight smirk, "I mean I think I've got him pretty well reined in, just not in a romantic sense." All this kissing was reminding the otter just how much she missed the half-vamp in her bed and on her couch and basically anywhere by her side. She snorted slightly at Lynn's misquote. "Mm... think you mean mouth, babe..." The term of endearment slipped right out of her and drifted between them without Charlie trying to make an excuse for it. She really did need to stop this. Every outside factor told her that she was rushing back into this and yet she couldn't get enough of the girl beneath her. She broke from the kiss again, lips this time moving along her jaw so her head could unfuzz itself for a few moments to rather her thoughts.
Lynn: gave a laugh as she shrugged, but she couldn't really even take the joke seriously enough to continue. While the two girls were both hot and generally 'good' girls, they were just so different that she actually couldn't see anything sexy about the two of them together. She'd had them both, after all, and it was obvious which Charlie she preferred, if her current pursuit was any indication. The vampire felt her interest pique when Charlie likened her bestie with a bad ex. "Is this the crap ex that's still on my 'beating senseless' list?" she questioned. The younger girl was desperately intrigued by this mystery man that her otter was so determined to avoid talking about, and now she found that he was apparently much like her closest friend? It seemed confusing, to say the least. "So does that mean I'm on the lookout for a specific behavior in Quaker Oats to shift him over to my list too? Because as much as I approve of moving on..." The petite girl flashed a mischievous grin and shrugged, hoping to coerce the buzzed sea creature into revealing more about her secretive past. It really did intrigue her, that a girl with so much history would carry so little of it on paper. Monroe hadn't been wrong when he suggested that Charlie had an easily overlooked record-- just name, family, and a little blurb about her infection really. All of Lynn's discoveries about the older girl had pretty much been done the old fashioned way, which was very tricky considering the wall of bubble wrap the blonde wrapped her past behind. She smirked distractedly at the reining comment however, "Yeah, I imagine Bat Girl loves that..." She wasn't sure how she meant the comment exactly-- whether to imply that Santana was jealous of the two's connection or whether the younger girl was genuinely grateful for the older's ability to decipher both of their wants and guide them away from their idiocies inhibiting them from getting it. Maybe a little of both? Kiss was good though. Lynn liked to kiss. A lot. She really liked to kiss the otter from Hazel Run. More than think. "Mouths are good, Snickerdoodle..." she trailed with a smile, returning a nickname giddily while lingering along the blonde's lips. "Mouths; lips; tongues...others..." The groan that escaped her aligned perfectly with Charlie's movement to her jaw, and the Asian thanked the Russians for every potato in the northern hemisphere that had brought them to this moment. The half-vamp's fingers twisted in the tiny hairs along the nape of her neck, and her other hand slid further beneath her shirt along the older girl's back, grabbing and pulling lightly with her nails as she tried to bring the otter closer to her.
Charlie shrugged at her question, "I have two ex's. Don't remember which one you wanted to beat senseless, but one deserves it more than the other. Neither ended too well." The vodka was obviously talking. "He reminded me of the first one, which subsequently fucked up the second relationship, not that I can totally blame it on that because I'm my own person but whatever." She waved it off. "He /was/ like him, or so I thought. I don't know. He's with Santana now and he's not anything like him so it's all good." She nodded a little bit of a tipsy nod. Even when drunk, she didn't give up too much all too easily. It was the drunken Fabray shell. They tended to get a little on the defensive whenever they were vulnerable and drunk with someone who could crack her right open called for the defensive. She snorted at Lynn's comment, "Believe me. I know she's only hanging onto me because of him otherwise she'd just cut ties and run. Their circle of people is starting to get smaller and smaller so I really think they should keep me around not just because of that." She couldn't help but giggle into the kiss. She always thought that nickname was ridiculous and didn't really know how she decided to call her that but she was Lynn's Snickerdoodle. The blonde couldn't stop herself, it was like breaking from Lynn meant going back to reality. And reality was awkward and no one wants awkward, especially not a drunken blonde otter who has the girl she's been pining over for the last however long it was (she couldn't really remember right now). That time was a long time without Lynn in her personal space and that's just not a commodity she was willing to part with yet. Her mouth dipped down to her throat, kissing up along the side of it as she hummed slightly at the hands that pulled her closer. And that's when the drunken otter let slip "I miss you..." Into her neck quietly which seemed to change the tone of the entire thing. It was like once she said it outloud she had to pull back and look at her, eyes like sad little blue puddles that seemed to show a lot more than usual due to the buzzed nature of the sea creature.
Lynn couldn't help but giggle slightly. While the last thing she would do was tease the relationship-centric otter about boyfriends, the fact that she only numbered her exes as two was just kind of amusing. Or maybe it was just funny because the half-breed was both drunk and quite promiscuous. Either way, she supposed. "Well, I'd argue that if they hurt you, they both deserve the same in return," she replied with an assertive nod. "Although if you clarified how your first was like Shake N Bake, I'd have a better idea of whether it was him I'd threatened or not. What was it-- the snide little comments? The lack of common courtesy towards a person of shared intimate relations? The hair?" Lynn leaned over, careful to keep her ankle unmoved even as she clasped the otter's shoulder. "And as for his weird Lopez thing: maybe he just has a weird leather fetish." The younger girl broke out into another fit of giggles. "Anyways, you may be your own person, but that doesn't make assholes less culpable for their actions. Like the Winged Monkey-- she's the one making trouble, and that's what's causing tension in your group. Once she gets over herself and stops acting so superior, she'll realize you're what keeps the base grounded and mend fences and you'll all be able to make each other cute little bracelets or whatever if that's what you really want. Or you could just hope that she gets pulled into the Training Program sooner rather than later I guess-- you'd have a sad Stoner on your hands, but with you and his Angel I imagine you could get him back up and running faster than San gets over her grudges." Had she told Charlie about the whispers surrounding the Warg following her siren bestie? She honestly couldn't remember anymore-- the vampire blamed the alcohol for that one. She was pretty sure at least she'd hinted at it to Jameson, so there was a good fifty-percent chance the sea creature knew about it from somewhere. The giggle was perfect, just like the girl emitting it; Lynn would have said just about anything to hear it again-- the light, cookie-themed nicknames were really just the easiest and least serious sources. When Charlie dropped her whispered phrase though, Lynn's mind suddenly snapped back into place like releasing a tightly stretched rubber band. The tiny Asian girl hadn't come here for foreplay, or to reunite-- yet. She'd come to start her plan, not take advantage of her target. The vampire bit her lip discretely and unhappily as she glimpsed at the beautiful blue gaze fixed onto her once more before she shifted her body, "accidentally" budging her ankle and causing a painful jolt to race up her leg. The younger girl grimaced and grunted in discomfort, sliding out of their compromising position and moving her eyes elsewhere. "Stupid human fallibility," she grumbled, glancing over at the clock. "I...I should probably call up Kyle-- get home, you know? I don't want to monopolize your night." She couldn't help herself as she reached out a petite hand and covered the baker's though. "I'm glad I got to see you though," she told the blonde in earnest. "It sucked...before..." Lynn let the vague sentence hang there, not wanting to push too far.
Charlie made a face at the hurting comment, "Only one of them did. I kind of did the hurting on the other one." She didn't mean for that to slip out, that she, Charlie Fabray, the girl that everyone assumed was sugary sweet had a past that involved being hurt and hurting others. She didn't mean for that to come out especially in the presence of the person who got her to open up about such things. Lynn was dangerous and she always told herself that, but she could never listen. She shook her head and snorted, "The cocky, I can sleep with anyone I like and not feel bad about it demeanor." And there it was. She let a large hint slip. She barely focused on the leather comment, giving a small smile at it. She listened to Lynn speak, sort of letting it calm her until her head snapped in her direction at the agent graduation comment. "Wait--what?" Santana wasn't planning on ditching Monroe. Charlie couldn't see that happen. But with booze and Lynn's information and the siren's pull on her best friend... could it happen? After that one phrase, the whole night turned. She scooted a bit away from Lynn who when she heard her words, instantly put up a wall and diverted her attention to Kyle. Charlie was hurt to say the least. She couldn't even get a 'I miss you too?' What was going on lately? She got rejected by Warren of all people and pushed onto Lynn again and then Lynn rejects her after she's finally getting comfortable again. The half-vamp wasn't even looking at her. Charlie just bit her lip, pulling her legs up onto the couch and avoiding all eye contact with the dhampir. She'd done it again. She'd let her in too far and gotten too comfortable. She felt the hand cover hers and she looked down at them. She didn't know if it made this situation better or worse. "Yeah..." She offered the sad response. She couldn't help it. She wanted her to stay even more now that she'd been rejected like that. In the middle of one of their make out sessions no less. She should've just kept her mouth shut. She wanted to change the subject to something else but all she came up with was, "Do you have a date to the B&W Ball? I mean... that's kind of a huge event, I'd expect you to go. Even Monroe and Santana are going." She wasn't asking so that she could go with her. She was asking to see how far she'd moved away from her. With someone like Lynn, she was sure she'd have a date on standby if Charlie had fallen through as her expected date.
Lynn: made a face. "If you were unhappy, they deserved it. I have known you, Charlie Fabray, biblically and literally-- you're not really the intentionally hurtful type. The worst you can do is demonstrate a lack of presence." The younger girl frowned a little, hoping that the comment wasn't too personalized. She didn't want any more accusations that she and the sea creature were more than what they were after all. The dhampir added, "however, if you'd like to elaborate and prove me wrong..." in hopes that it would properly project the conversation as nosy. It felt easier as the blonde dropped more information about the guy in question. "Like 'not feel bad that I'm a dirty player,' or 'not feel bad that I'm a tool that cheats on my girlfriend'?" she asked curiously. "Because I would argue one is definitely hunt-and-pound status even now." The older girl's reaction to Lynn's information caused an arch in her brow-- maybe she hadn't told her? Shouldn't someone have though? "The Training Program," she repeated. "You know-- kind of a ground zero for potential Agents? I mean, Lopez is a Warg-- there aren't a lot of them. Even with her epic screw-up the other month, they've probably been interested in her since she showed up on the scene. I just figured...well, why else would she be a ROTC type, right? Especially now with Pierce heading out..." She didn't want to say it, even drunk, but in Lynn's mind, the teenager was just too selfish to let a guy hold her back from leaving town with her best friend. The Latina's file had been littered with actions that screamed it. It arguably made her as much of a liability as an asset, with the rare categorization barely edging her to the desired side of the line. "But either way, your life could get much easier with a little sideways movement on her part." The half-breed could tell she hadn't done a good job easing out of Charlie's space-- even drunk that may have been as subtle as a bull in a Chinese shop. But she forced her drunk self to believe that the sexy blonde that she wanted to draw back into her would thank her for not taking advantage of the situation in the morning. She hoped. "I mean, there's a difference between being surrounded by people and being around people you /want/ to be around, you know?" she added, trying to assuage the older girl but not quite sure she was even making sense. "Not that I don't like people-- I am definitely a people person. Not a human-person though; I personally am a halfsie-person and very proud to be so. But I like being around people. Especially ones that smell like clams-- or cookies." She smiled dorkily. The change in subject caused her mind to spin a little-- she couldn't take Charlie herself, although she definitely wanted the otter there. But if she claimed she was stagging it, would that send the wrong message? "Well, you know," she replied with a shrug. "I have to be careful about who I'm seen associating with nowadays. I'm still having trouble narrowing it down I guess if I can't ask Quaker Oats or the Hooker. But you're right-- if I didn't go, I'd be worse than Ford. And as a Yang, I have expectations set upon me." She smiled softly after her babble; uncertain what the answer should have been. If the aforementioned couple weren't so damn annoying, she could have just asked the sexy blonde in front of her.
Charlie snorts, "You know Charlie Fabray. You have no idea about Charlotte Fabray." The otter used the two names to distinguish her current being and the past self that had been something she liked to keep back in Ohio and Brown. "Charlotte Fabray is a vindictive bitch who takes out past relationship issues on present relationships." She murmured not even thinking about her own words as she was transported back to her former life and self. "As for the first boyfriend... both. I thought I could change him. Then we just kept together for the status. Then he turned into an even bigger asshole when I tried to end it." She sighed, running a hand through her hair. She'd never really told anyone about both of her past relationships before, but this was why she had trust problems with letting someone like Lynn in. Lynn had a reputation, but Charlie was sure she saw a change in her. That hunch had been proven wrong before and it could well be done again. "Yeah... I guess so." She scratched her head slightly, her brain twisting in confusion over the new information and how it fit in with Monroe's relationship with the witch. Charlie furrowed her brows, her cloudy mind completely confused by what Lynn was trying to tell her about people and her liking of people. However, her lips did slightly upturn at the clams and cookies tease. "Right..." This really wasn't making things better. It was just getting awkward. Lynn had to be careful about who she was seen with? She didn't ask her so did that mean that she couldn't associate herself with Charlie anymore? Had Santana really pushed her off? She played with the leg of her sweatpants slightly, not really sure what to do. Lynn wasn't acting like her usual Lynn and it threw her off her game. She was second guessing all her words and movements around her now. She'd never been refused and then casually have it brushed off like that.
Lynn: raised an eyebrow. She could hear the distinction in the blonde's voice, and she remembered her otter making comments about her family's expectations in her past life and how she'd rebelled from it, but "Are you telling me that the girls themselves are really that different?" When Charlie elaborated on "Charlotte" the chaos-loving dhampir flashed a mischievous grin. "Hm-- Charlotte sounds like she could definitely be a handful." The petite Asian frowned unhappily at the older girl's description of her first boyfriend. "Well, then I'm definitely beating him up. You may have been a little naive with your intentions, but that hardly justifies him hurting my otter." She nodded assertively, not even realizing she'd added in the possessive pronoun. Charlie had started fiddling with her clothes, and Lynn frowned. She wanted Charlie there, but any question about the older girl's intentions may sound like she was sniffing toward an invite, and Lynn knew, especially after tonight, that she couldn't move in that direction yet. Santana would find a way to kill her, especially with her powers currently bound. "Yeah," she echoed slowly. "Well you know how protective people can be. They personally don't have a problem with me, but if one of their friends gets too close...I'm a bit too much chaos for some. So until things cool down...I guess I just have to keep to the sidelines." There was a knock at the door and Lynn sighed with an disgruntled twitch to her nose as she carefully stood-- Kyle was faster than she'd expected. The younger girl bit her lip and looked at Charlie pointedly. "But that doesn't mean I'm not keeping an eye on the game," she added with a cautious half-smirk.
Charlie snorted, "There was quite a change in me from then to now. There's a reason why my sister wanted nothing to do with me when I first got to Hazel Run.... well, she still wants nothing to do with me." She hadn't thought about Quinn for a while with all of this chaos going on. "Charlotte was reigning volleyball bitch supreme." She smirked over at Lynn. "You couldn't have handled her. I guarantee it." Her brow raised at the "my" used when describing her. Lynn's otter. She always liked that title, even if it was a dangerous title for her to have. She looked over at Lynn as she spoke, the words registering in her mind slowly. She was holding off because of Monroe and Santana. She was trying to do things the right way. At least that's what her clouded mind was getting from it. A small grin appeared on her face as she stood up to help Lynn out. As they reached the door, the blonde gently tugged the half-vamp into her arms to wrap around her in a hug. She couldn't help it. Lynn was like Charlie nip to a drunk Charlie. She pressed close to her and speaking softly, "Don't be a stranger, okay?"
Lynn pursed her lips as she considered the girl's words. She reached out a hand to the older girl's shoulder, "Well, if it helps, in my personal opinion sibling approval is vastly overrated." However, her inebriated mind couldn't help but consider the ways she could potentially manipulate the system in order to get a hold of the younger Fabray-- possibly arrange a meeting if the otter really wanted it. "Volleyball bitch, huh? Sounds hot-- is there video? I mean, just because I wouldn't be able to last the whole eight seconds doesn't mean I wouldn't enjoy the ride..." the dark-haired girl giggled at the idea of a Mean Girl Charlie-- it just seemed so bedroom-role-playing. But not boring, that was for sure. The older girl got to her feet, and Lynn let the blonde help her hobble to the door-- she wasn't sure how long it would take to enact her plan, and she wanted to take advantage of these "innocent" moments as long as she could. Then the girl whispered her request, and the dhampir felt her heart pick up to-- if she'd been in her normal state-- a racing pace. She gave a soft, though hopefully still semi-cocky smile while replying, "Never," before opening the door and shifting into Kyle's arms as the were helped her home. But as they slowly trekked back to her place, her best friend's knowing smirk far more irritating than any tease he could come up with, the vampire knew that she'd have to enact her plan soon. Because this? Waiting in the wings as if she was anyone but the strong, chaotic dhampir that got what she wanted, when she wanted? That was not Lynn Yang-- not in the slightest. The girl set her face and inhaled deeply: Operation Otter Recovery was now officially in play. .
Charlie: So you think I'm repressed? That I repress anger? Because I don't. I'm not angry at the world or anything. Regardless, I wouldn't use it as an excuse to hit another human being... especially you.
Lynn: I think I should probably shut up before you end up changing your mind and locking me out.
Charlie: Did getting hurt mess with your head or do you seriously not know me anymore from our time apart? Because I would never do that to you.
Lynn: I'm not that hurt-- but there are a lot of missed opportunities in those repressed emotions you bottle up so you're always cheerful. If you wanted to get a little of it out, best option is to use a vampire. I'd rather you went against the grain and get a little catharsis than remain perfectly intact.
Lynn: Apparently it's the popular action of choice in some circles. I just thought you'd like to be included. Pr maybe you're upset at someone and would like a punching bag to take it out on? I'm only stuck like this a little longer after all. Might as well take advantage while you can.
Charlie: Considering she's kind of the only person in this town that has a major issue with you that you would provoke into a fight...
Lynn: not necessarily untrue, but still incredibly presumptuous. I'm aure /lots/ of rezies would love to fight me while I'm down to normal. In fact-- dress is already in bad shape: you could throw a punch of you were so inclined?
