A Little Party Never Killed Nobody ❖ Aria, Carla, Charlotte, Damian, Eric & Theon
Who: Ariadne Figiel, Carla Medici, Charlotte Arendale, Damian Figiel, Eric Freeman, Theon Bellanger
What: Damian's 20th Birthday
Where: Theon’s apartment
When: Late evening. Monday, August 5th.
Why: Why not?
Warnings: NSFW. Underaged drunkness, vomiting, sex, language. Everything you'd expect from this party.
A/N: Charlotte and Eric end up going off at one point for their sexcapades. Unstatedly.
Damian stared at his sister, holding some sort of half-empty mixed concoction that Eric had prepared. It was all alcohol, different kinds, aside from what looked and didn't taste like orange juice. He had a light buzz and even Aria's disapproving looks couldn't bring him down. "You're practically reciting the consequences of drinking too much alcohol in your head. Here's an idea, how about you join in?" Damian asked.
Aria watched Damian like a hawk the entire night so far, she couldn't help it. He was known for getting himself into trouble, and after what happened with Eve, she barely wanted to let him out of her sight - God only knows what would happen the moment she did. "If I join in, who's going to keep an eye on you?" Aria countered, lips pressed together in a thin line. She'd had a beer, but after a few minutes she'd discarded it, half-finished.
Damian "Must I be watched every goddamn second?" Damian rolled his eyes. With ease, Damian placed his cup in his sister's hand. "Drink up, be merry, try Eric's future as a bartender…but for god's sake just let me enjoy this. It's been a shitty week." He healed fast, but there were injuries he had retained from facing off with Eve Randall. On a human, a clavicle fracture could take months to heal, and on him it was taking days too long. His wrist kept aching. He found himself rubbing it a lot. He was just thankful Carla had been there for him after.
Theon glanced between the siblings, almost regretting inviting Aria at the conflict that had arisen so early in the party. The alcohol loosening his tongue, he drawled out, "Can't you guys just be civil? Aria doesn't have to drink the kool aid if she doesn't want to, and Damian can drink all he damn pleases." His gaze flicks to Aria's, reassuring and steady, and then back to Damian. "Now pass me one of Eric's drinks, would you?"
Eric peered up from where he was making another drink, lifting it in his hand some and nodding his head, body swaying and giving way to just how tipsy he already was. "A future that looks bright! These drinks are fucking delicious."
Carla "There's nothing wrong with not drinking." Carla piped in after a moment, shrugging her shoulders. She had done it plenty of times at parties.
Aria "Yes." Aria replies simply, there's a remnant air of concern lacing her tone. She only watches him because she cares, and seeing him bruised and broken only solidified how responsible she felt for him. When Theon stepped in, she glanced at him and let out a soft sigh. "Fine, fine." She relents, pinching her brow and casting a gentle smile to Carla.
Carla returns the smile with a little one of her own, bringing her cup up to take a sip of her own drink.
Damian "Awesome," Damian said triumphantly, bounding across the room with a small skip to join Eric at the mixology table. Rubbing his hands together, he took an empty red plastic solo cup to pour a new mix into. He glanced towards Eric, before taking an open bottle of some brown liquid up to his nose to sniff.
Eric raised his brow in drunken shock. "Woah... you're actually gonna drink?" He asked out loud, an open expression clearly conveying how surprised he was about that. He watches as Damian comes over and begins to make a drink before letting a grin spread across his face. "Maybe this shit can actually turn into a party now. Once we're all wasted... then it starts to get real fun."
Charlotte glanced over Damian, his nose practically in a bottle and rolled her eyes instinctively. She'd ignored virtually half the other guests so far besides Eric, Damian, and briefly Theon. The thought of talking to Carla or having to listen to her voice made her want to vomit, and Damian's sister looked as if she was even worse than the red head. "Fun, and way more fucking tolerable," She muttered, tossing her head back and downing the entire contents of her cup in two gulps.
Damian "No one invited you," Damian said, as unimpressed with Charlotte as she was with him and his. "Or Eric invited you, but you can't trust his judgment. Poor taste and a poor bartender, but that's why we love you," he said singingly as he ruffled Eric's hair.
Eric bats Damian's hands away, stumbling to the side a bit and catching himself on the table. "In my defense - I kinda half-drunk texted her. That's gotta be a good enough excuse or something."
Damian wrapped his arm around Eric's shoulders and brought him close and tight to him, taking a sip of the alcohol Eric had poured into his own cup. "If you think you're half of anything, man, you're wrong. Eric, you are full-on everything. Let your freak flag fly."
Charlotte "You two should get a room." Charlotte teased with a smirk, shaking her head as she reached for a bottle to refill her cup.
Theon "Otherwise, you'll make us all vomit. Extremely prematurely."
Eric flashes her a slight grin. "Let me have a few more cups of this shit and I may actually take that jab into consideration. Besides-" He brings a hand up to wrap around Damian's shoulders as well, giving them a shake. "Damian here is a handsome fucker. Who wouldn't want that?"
Carla rolls her eyes a little, a small look of amusement hinting on her face at the two's display. "Cute."
Aria glanced from Damian, to his extremely drunk friend, to Theon, and back again. The entire situation made her mildly uncomfortable, even if it was Damian's birthday - A few of his friends looked even younger than him. A comment about how much they'd had to drink was on the tip of her tongue, but her lips remained pressed in a thin line.
Damian , tipsy and happier than he'd been for days, placed an alcohol-wet kiss on Eric's cheek. "I love you, man," he said. "Just remember, gay marriage is legal here." With a drunk chuckle, he separated himself from Eric and stared into his cup. "Needs ice," Damian mumbled, stumbling a bit.
Theon caught Aria's look that swung from Damian to Eric to himself. He'd have bet his fucking car that she was thinking something disapproving about underage drinking or drinking at all. Sighing, he slouched further into the couch and bumped his knee against Aria's. "So, you never told me how much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood."
Eric couldn't help but chuckle a little at the sloppy kiss placed on his cheek, hands shoving the other away again despite the bromantic moment happening between them. "You're my plan B, dude, you know that." Bringing a plastic cup up to do a toast to himself, he chugs the alcohol down a second later.
Aria averted her gaze from her brother to Theon when he bumped his knee against hers. A small smile broke out on her lips and she shook her head. They'd had a conversation about it already, her letting Damian off the hook for a night at least. Sighing, she relented and ignored the way he slurred his words. "Sure I did - A woodchuck would chuck as much wood as a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood."
Carla couldn't help the slight raise in her brow as she overheard the words Theon managed to slur out to Aria, hazel eyes lifting to glance in his direction before she shook her head and finished off the rest of her drink. Their chatter was almost too cute. She needed another drink. Pushing herself off the ground with ease she walked over to the table the other three were at, dropping her empty cup on it and picking up one of the many that Eric had already made.
Charlotte was finally starting to feel the effects of her multiple drinks and found the tipsy shenanigans of Eric and Damian a little more tolerable. "Does that make me plan A?" She asks Eric with a slight smirk, taking a sip from her own cup.
Damian glanced over to Carla, grimacing as he took another sip of the lukewarm cup of alcohol. "Don't make me vomit," he told Charlotte. "These need ice," Damian said to Carla. "Or I might actually throw up, puppy love unprovoked." He gestured wildly towards Charlotte and…Charlotte. Eric was still cool in his books.
Theon cocked his head to the side, looking at her with mild confusion. "But if a woodchuck can't chuck wood, then how do we know how much he hypothetically could chuck if he actually knew how to chuck wood?"
Eric turns his head to look over at Charlotte when she speaks in his direction, a slight smirk on his lips as he shakes his head. "I don't have a plan for you."
Carla lifts her gaze to watch the trio infront of her as they interact, listening in silently and not really finding the need to talk until Damian looks towards her and speaks. Eyebrow raising a little she gave him an odd look. "Then go get ice?"
Aria "You officially lost me. - Are you okay?" She asks with a raise of her brow and a soft chuckle. For once her gaze doesn't return to Damian, but stays on Theon.
Theon "If a woodchuck can't chuck wood, why is it called a woodchuck?" He maintained a serious expression for a mere moment before his face broke into a grin and a laugh escaped his lips.
Damian Carla was so quiet. She'd been watching everyone since she'd first gotten any alcohol in her system. "Come with me," he suggested with an easy shrug. "Let those two make out or whatever."
Charlotte drains her cup once more, setting it down as her gaze falls over Eric again. "You never do." She says, leaning in closer and letting her words come out as a whisper.
Carla considers it for a moment before slowly nodding her head, bringing her cup up to take a drink as she walks past him and towards the kitchen.
Aria "I wish I knew." She admitted with a laugh of her own, her gaze briefly pulling away from Theon as she see's Carla and Damian head towards the kitchen.
Eric blinks at Charlotte for a moment, his fuzzy mind not really letting him fully try to comprehend what she was even trying to mean. "For good reason."
Theon Seriousness flooded his gaze, and he nudged her with his knee yet again. "You're alright though, right? I didn't make a mistake of inviting you? Because I don't want to be the cause of any premature heart attacks."
Damian watched Carla sway as she walked away. He was more than half a beat behind her, heading into the kitchen. "You know, I might as well be paying rent. I'm practically living with Theon now," Damian murmured. "I guess that would work, if I had a job." Or even a high school diploma.
Carla turned her head back to look at Damian once they entered into the kitchen and he spoke up, humming a little laugh and shrugging her shoulders. "I don't think he minds." She states, setting her cup down on one of the counters and moving to open the freezer for the ice. "You can pay him back in other ways that don't involve money." She pauses, making a face before looking back over at him. "I don't mean that sexually, by the way."
Charlotte "No, I'm fine." She told Theon with a shake of her head, letting herself lean back against the couch with a sigh. "If he's going to be drinking - and you're going to ply him with alcohol - at least it's where I can keep an eye on him."
Aria: "No, I'm fine." She told Theon with a shake of her head, letting herself lean back against the couch with a sigh. "If he's going to be drinking - and you're going to ply him with alcohol - at least it's where I can keep an eye on him."
Charlotte leans against the table some, her eyes on Eric, never drifting elsewhere, and a smirk on her lips. "And what's that reason?"
Theon clamped his teeth down on his lower lip, feeling a slight twinge of guilt. "He's young, Aria," he said with a strange amount of sobriety for someone well on their way to shit faced. "Let him enjoy it." His voice was gentle, a certain calmness in his eyes.
Damian "Are there other ways to pay people back other than with money or sexual favors?" Damian asked. "I mean, I don't think Theon would refuse a blow job, if I could stomach the thought of sucking dick. Maybe I could just get Aria to pay him for me." Damian snickered and leaned against the sink with a shrug to his shoulders.
Aria "He's twenty. I just wish he'd take some responsibility..." She countered with another sigh, "It'd do everyone good." Aria met Theon's gaze, and pressed her lips together in a small smile. His gentle tone did relax her some, but she was still worried. She was always going to worry about Damian, she'd just do it less if he acted his age more often.
Theon A moment of silence fell between the two of them; he really didn't want to be having this conversation right now, when stringing together legitimate, serious thought provoking discussion was about as appealing as eating dog shit. Instead, his lips quirked their way upwards, and he smirked lightly at her. "Says the twenty three year old who came with me to see Despicable Me 2."
Aria couldn't suppress the chuckle that left her lips. If there was something Theon was always good it, drunk or sober, it was making her laugh. "Says the thirty year old that invited me."
Theon shrugged, still smirking, and glanced up at Aria, his long, lanky legs stretched in front of him. "I've resigned myself to the fact that my brain never matured past the age of twelve," he said with a grin. "What's your excuse?
Aria rested her head back against the couch and turned it enough to face Theon, a smile staying on two chapstick covered lips, even as she leaned in a little, her voice becoming a little quieter. "I have this friend that seems intent on dragging me down to his twelve year old level of maturity."
Theon In a stage whisper, he murmured, a cheeky grin on his lips, "Is he hot? He sounds hot. Devilish sort of handsome. Like...James Bond."
Aria finds a soft chuckle, shaking her head as a faint color arises in her cheeks, but it's barely noticeable. Theon makes comments like this to her from time to time, and they always succeed in making her giggle. "I think the word goofy might better describe him." She teases, her smile almost turning into a smirk for a moment.
Theon Aghast, he swatted her arm playfully. "I'm not a giant yellow dog, and even if I was, my owner's name would most certainly not be Mickey."
Aria chuckled and pushed his hand away. "That's Pluto - And I think you've definitely had one too many."
Theon let out a whine, his eyes scrunching together and his nose wrinkling. "There's cake flavored vodka, Aria, I have no self control when two of my favorite things are combined into one."
Carla lets a little smile quirk onto the edge of her lips. "Yes, Damian, there definitely are. Not everyone resorts to those two things first." Making a face at the vivid image that appeared in her mind at his words, Carla shakes her head and grabs the bucket of ice on the top shelf, shutting the freezer door and moving to place it down on the table. "That's disgusting."
Eric doesn't let his gaze waver. "Haven't figured you're worth enough to make a plan about yet."
Damian smirked. "Blowjobs? Nah. You've probably just been doing them wrong," Damian teased her. He wanted Carla on her toes, bickering with him again. She'd been so careful with him since…
Carla rolls her eyes. "No, not the blowjob. Thinking about who will be receiving and who will be doing the blowjob is disgusting." She purses her lips a bit, moving to pick up her cup before leaning back against the counter it had been sitting on - looking at Damian leaned against the sink across from her. "You don't know that either."
Damian shrugged with one shoulder, his good shoulder, and pressed his lips together. "I'm personally not thinking too hard about that. Especially considering it doesn't involve me," he replied. "So, I don't really think about what you might have done or might not have and whether it was good for someone else or not."
Carla felt her brow furrow a bit as she looked at him, giving him a special look that she had made just for him before deciding to just not bother responding. Instead, she pointed towards the ice she had gotten out. "Weren't you wanting that?"
Aria "Clearly." Aria muttered with a disapproving shake of her head, though it wasn't quite as strong as the ones she'd been giving Damian the rest of evening.
Damian "Yeah, thanks," Damian said, grabbing a few ice cubes to plop into his drink. "This and a blow job," he joked, grimacing as it fell flat. He took a sip of his not-yet-cold drink. They'd been through a lot together and all of that was on his mind. He wasn't relaxing yet. "I just wanted a break from everything," he explained slowly, as if Carla didn't already know that. "I'm glad you could come tonight."
Theon "It's cake. flavored. vodka." A pause. "Fuck, now I want cake."
Carla tilted her head to the side a little bit, a slightly amused smirk quirking onto the edge of her lips at his attempt at the joke. She waited though. Even in her alcohol-induced mind she was aware enough to know that something was bound to happen between the two of them. Something always happened when the two of them were around each other. Be it just a conversation. Or something else entirely. Her eyes found him as he spoke, head nodding in understanding. "It's nice to... let loose a little. I'm glad I came too."
Damian laughed shortly. "You, let loose?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow towards Carla. "I'm pretty sure those are two hypothetical constructs that don't even run parallel to one another. But you should. It's important, or something. I mean, you're so serious, all the time."
Carla made a face, bringing the cup up for emphasis. "I'm drinking. That's a step in the right direction." Pausing for a minute she looked down, an almost pout seeming to come onto her face. She would never dare call it that though. "I'm not serious all the time." She retorts back, lifting her head to look back at him.
Aria "There's cake in the kitchen." Aria suggests. "Actual cake - Not just vodka that tastes like cake."
Damian laughed again. Shaking his head and staring down at his feet for a moment. A smile that he couldn't shake off rose to his lips at the sight of Carla's pout. He felt weak and a little dizzy. "You're serious all the time," Damian said. "You rarely do things for fun and you never do things for yourself. I watch you sometimes."
Charlotte "I'm always worth it." She stayed leaned in close, before shrugging, a smirk on her lips as she refilled her cup.
Theon His eyes widened. "How do you know this and I don't? It's my fucking apartment." Struggling to his feet, he swayed slightly as he stood, legs like Jello underneath him. "D'you want any?" he asked, turning to face Aria.
Aria watched him warily as he got to his feet, and stood up slowly, ready to stabilize him if she needed to. "Sure, since I think the only way you're getting there without tripping over yourself is with supervision."
Theon swatted her away slightly, fixing her with a stubborn, scrunched up look of determination. "I can walk five hundred feet without supervision, Mom."
Carla tilts her head to the side a bit. "Just because they don't seem fun to you doesn't mean I don't find them fun." Her defense was a little weak - but his words weren't untrue. "Oh do you?" She asks after catching what he last said, her tone laced in a bit of sarcasm.
Aria "Tell that to your jello legs." She countered with a shake of her head, watching him carefully as she pulls her hands away from his arms.
Eric chugged the rest of his drink and dropped the cup on the floor, not really giving a fuck where it was landing. It was empty anyway. Grabbing another drink he took no time in sipping from it instantly. "You like to think that, don't you?"
Theon: "If they were actually made of jello, I could eat them instead of getting cake." He steadied himself on her shoulder, though, after trying to take a step forwards and having the world tilt painfully on its axis. "Although," he muttered under his breath, "I wouldn't want to choose a slice that hasn't gotten the Aria seal of approval."
Charlotte chuckled at the sight of Eric finishing and grabbing for another drink all within the span of a few seconds. She responded by chugging the rest of hers right after and with a cheeky smirk, she reaches out and plucks the cup from his hand, chugging that too. "It doesn't involve much thinking, actually."
Damian "I do," Damian said with an all-too-serious nod, over emphasized by the alcohol coursing through his system. "I do," he repeated, taking a step forward. He easily stood above all five-foot three-inches of her. "You really should do something that you want to do," he told Carla. A challenge in his voice.
Aria "I'll cut it for you myself." She said with a soft chuckle, her hand resting against the small of his back, afraid he might fall over at any moment.
Eric scoffed when she took his drink, snatching it back when she finishes it off and tossing the empty cup on the ground again. He grabs two drinks this time and hands her one, holding his own close to his chest for protection. "Cause you're a bitch. Bitches think that way. Or... don't think that way." He states in a light tone. No real malice behind it. More snark if anything.
Theon "Look at us," he said, grinning. "Baking our cake and eating it too." When her hand came to rest at his back, he draped his arm around her shoulders. "We should stop and get you a drink first though. Cake goes brilliantly with cake flavored vodka."
Carla watches Damian almost intently as he moves in closer, an almost electric feeling beginning to course through her body. How did he always manage to do this to her? It drove her insane. The caught the tone he used though. Heard the challenge and felt her own need to respond grow. "Should I?" She asked back, her face serious though. There was no playfulness in her tone. Her words were laced with unspoken words. Words she couldn't quite say yet.
Damian put his hands on either side of Carla with no smile laced on his lips. "I'm not saying you should be like me," he added. "Just find what you love and steal it," Damian insisted. "Why the fuck not? You deserve it."
Charlotte scowled when Eric snatched the cup from her, but it lasted only a few seconds before her replaced it with another. She leans in closer. "What's that one song? You call me bitch like it's a bad thing?" Her tone was playful with an undertone of snark that mirrored his.
Aria "I don't want a-" She sighed, cutting herself off when she realized that arguing with a less than sober Theon was going to get her absolutely no where. She wasn't exactly holding him up, but kept her arm around him anyways, just in case, as she steered them towards the drink table, but at the opposite end of where Eric and Charlotte were. "Just one."
Carla felt her heart beat quicken at his words. They dug in deep - just like they always did - and left a mark. "You really think that?" She asked, feeling herself shift feet from where she was standing, body swaying and leaning in towards him. It was like an invisible pull.
Eric makes a face at her. "Never fucking heard of it. Sounds like a dumb song."
Theon Excitement flashed in his eyes; he knew Aria was entirely capable of kicking back and relaxing, and, honestly, that was his favorite version of her. The girl without the weight of the world resting on her shoulders. He bit at his lip, grabbing two glasses and the bottle, pouring them each to the brim. "Bottom's up?" he said, smiling.
Damian closed his eyes; Carla was close enough to smell. "Yeah, you deserve a lot of things, Carla. Nothing in this shitty town though." Damian reached out and slid a strand of hair between two of his fingertips. "We both deserve so much more," he said quietly, eyes stinging as if he had been awake for too long.
Aria One drink wasn't going to kill her, especially if it made Theon smile like that. Part of her knew he was right whenever he insisted she needed to relax, take some time to herself without worrying about everyone else. This was one of those rare times she would actually listen to him, however fleeting a moment it was. She eyed the clear liquid warily, but smiled at him and nodded. "Bottom's up, I guess," she declared, smiling for a moment before lifting the glass to her lips.
Theon downed the drink in one gulp, liquor stinging the back of his throat in almost a pleasant sort of way. There was a slightly sweet tint to it, and he could almost taste the icing sticking to his lips. Glancing down at Aria, he smiled. "You-- you got a bit, right here." His thumb clumsily wiped away some of the liquid that dribbled down her chin.
Carla felt her heart beat pound a little harder at his words. She watched him even as his eyes closed, her own looking over every detail there before she was bringing a hand up to rest on his cheek. It felt warm. He felt so warm. "You should do it too." She says after a minute, still looking up at him. "Steal what you want. You deserve it too."
Charlotte shrugs and downs her cup in a few gulps, coughing some as she sets it down with a thud. "You really should just ... Stop talking."
Eric doesnt bother responded to that. Doesn't really care. He raises a brow as she starts coughing, smirking again a little. "Don't get too ahead of yourself."
Aria could feel the liquor burning down her throat. She wasn't used to the sharp sting of stronger alcohol, but was able to manage a few long gulps before having to stop, a bead of the surprisingly sweet liquor trickling down her chin. When Theon wipes it away, heat rises to her cheeks, though it's most likely from the drink. "Now you see why I don't drink, I make a mess of myself." She chuckles breathily, reaching up to make sure he got all of it, the tips of her fingers briefly brushing against his.
Damian could do that. He could steal. His heart stuttered in his chest, clenching painfully. Carla? She was too delicate to steal. Damian felt as if he would ruin her. Still, he bent down and caught her sweet mouth with his. With a soft sound that was smothered by him parting her lips and slipping his tongue in her mouth to taste her, shakily, Damian cupped her cheeks with his hands. He broke apart from her too soon, leaning his forehead against hers and licking his lips. His eyes were still closed as if he couldn't bear to look at her. "Do I deserve this?" he asked, breath shallow.
Theon "That's the fun part," he said, azure eyes twinkling like the sea. He stared at her for a moment, thoughts flitting through his head, barely formed, unintelligent. As quickly as they appeared, they disappeared. "Time to wash it down with cake," he finally said, breaking the silence and clearing his throat.
Charlotte flashes him a pointed look, finding no amusement from his quip. Her last words were serious, she didn't want to hear him talk, she never really wanted to. So she did the only logical thing that came to her liquor-fueled mind - She kissed him. It was sudden, heated, and rough, her hands curling around the fabric of his shirt for leverage.
Carla felt her head rush when their lips pressed together. The fingers played across his cheek press into his skin in reaction, pulling his face in towards her own while she reacts to it completely and wholly, a strong sense of wanting now in her actions. He was so close and she was tipsy and he was driving her insane. Her eyes flutter open, having shut when their lips pressed together for the first time, and she peers at him again before nodding her head. "Yes."
Eric should have expected it. It always ended up this way for the two of them. He still stumbled a bit at the sheer force and quickness of it all though, hand fumbling with his drink cup and spilling some of it onto the carpet. His free hand came up to grab her by the back of the neck and press their lips close together after a second though. He was naturally reacting, his body already going through familiar motions. Motions for one specific Charlotte Arendale.
Damian 's eyes were open to see Carla nod and to see the expression on her face. He placed his hands from the counter to her hips. Eyes glazed over, Damian curled one hand into her and pulled her to him for another kiss. "Medici, you are trouble," he breathed. "Nothing but trouble." He brushed the tip of his nose against hers. And Damian stole more of her kisses. His skin felt hot and feverish.
Carla let him pull her closer, her body all but giving into all his touches. She reacted no matter what. His hands made her skin hot, made her entire body begin to practically burn. A small smile quirked onto the edge of her lips when he uses her last name, head slowly nodding as she brings a hand up to slip through his hair. She pushes him and presses herself closer until there's literally almost no space between them.
Charlotte The feeling of him kissing her back and his hand taking her by the back of her neck was all the encouragement Charlotte needed. Smirking against his lips, she knocked the drink out of his other hand and forcefully tugged him away from the table only to push him back into the nearest wall. Her kisses were hungry and purposeful, her mouth searing hot against his, demanding more.
Eric was way too drunk for the fast movements she was forcing him into, but he fucking stuck it out anyway, letting her shove until he was against a wall. Ah - support. Much better. For a moment he wondered where the hell his drink went before her kisses thoroughly captured his drunken haze, putting his one-tracked mind in responding and biting back into her kisses.
Damian Breathing heavily, Damian sighed into her mouth. He wanted to say that he had tried to ignore her. Maybe he had at first, but Carla was stubborn. There was no avoiding her. There was no distraction. She had found all the places he hid from her. She was there in his thoughts before he slept and when he woke up. He wanted to name the broken bones and bruises Eve had given him after her. Eve couldn't touch him, but she could. Arms wrapped around her waist, Damian nipped at Carla's bottom lip until it swelled between his teeth. He soothed it over with the tip of his tongue. He sincerely hoped Carla would break him by the end of the night.
Carla felt Damian's arm go around her waist and presses into him without a second though, fingers threading through his hair and tugging slightly when he nips her bottom lip. Suddenly she's pressing their lips together fully again, head tilting as she shoves him back and against the counter he had been against just a moment before, pulling his face in again to deepen the kiss.
Damian groaned as his back hit the edge of the counter. The feel of Carla's hands tugging in his hair make a soft sound erupt from his throat. Tugging her to him, his fingertips brushed along the material of Carla's dress, down her torso. They seemed to find themselves in this position more often lately.
Carla ignores the shudder that follows the grazing of his fingers tip, the press of them light but effective at the same time. She could feel herself practically squirm underneath them. Breaking the kiss with a soft gasp for breath she slid her hands down Damian's scalp a little, pressing kisses along his jawline before nipping at the skin there.
Damian rolled his hips up, grinding against Carla's body. His mouth parted open, a breathy sound escaping and goosebumps rising over Damian's skin, underneath his loosely fit t-shirt. "Let's go somewhere private," Damian whispered. "I want you." As more than just a birthday gift, he thought.
Carla hummed lightly at Damian's reaction, lips still sliding further down the slope of his neck while he spoke up. Somewhere private. I want you. She could feel her body heat up just at the thought of it. Pressing a final kiss against the crook of his neck she finally pushes herself away, fingers untangling from his hair as she nods her head. "Okay-" Carla begins, swallowing thickly before looking around, her hips still pressing against Damian's, not quite ready to move away completely yet. "Where?"
Damian shivered. His hands shifted their grip to her hips, fingertips curling into the material of her dress as if he might tug it up. Not here. Not in the kitchen. "The bedroom," he murmured, voice thick. "No one in there right now." Heart thrumming in his chest, he kept the closeness to Carla's warm body and pushed her back, out of the kitchen and towards the bedrooms.
Carla didn't reply back first, moving her own feet once Damian began to push her backwards and out of the kitchen, down the hallway that led to the bedrooms instead - just out of eyesight of the group still out in the living room. Once she comprehended where Damian was attempting to take her, Carla shook her head suddenly, grabbing his arm and stopping him for a second to pull him into another direction. "I'm not doing anything in Theon's room." She stated in a matter-of-fact-tone, still quite capable of making it even while tipsy. "Bathroom." She explained once her back hit the designated door, free hand reaching behind her to get the knob and open the door, pulling Damian in with a tug and pushing his back against the door once they were both in - pressing back up against him and successfully shutting the door as well.
Damian wouldn't protest. That was fine with him. He tugged at her hair, his mouth pressing against her throat where he could feel her swallow. Damian licked a hot stripe up to her jaw, dragging his teeth against the skin there. Damian wanted to feel Carla squirm. He bunched the material of her dress up her thighs, his fingertips pressing roughly into her skin.
Carla couldn't help the instant reaction when Damian seemed to set his attention on her neck completely, his mouth making her legs go weak a little as a small moan escapes her lips and she extends her neck to him more. Hands coming up to grip his biceps, Carla felt cool air hit her legs as her dress was lifted, the pressure of his finger tips again causing a shaky breath to leave her. Her own hands finally dropped from his arms to slip underneath Damian's t-shirt and press against the skin of his stomach, nails digging in as she slowly dragged them down.
Damian "Fuck," Damian mumbled, mouth open as he inhaled the sweet scent of Carla's shampoo. His t-shirt formed the start of a pile on Theon's bathroom floor as he helped Carla discard it. The soft, feminine sounds she made only served to harden him as he ground their bodies together. He pushed her back towards the sink counter, lifting her small body onto the flat surface. Damian met Carla's mouth in a hungry, feverish kiss, tugging down the silky material of her panties.
Carla drug her hands up to help remove his t-shirt quickly, not paying attention to where Damian threw it and putting her attention on the new skin now revealed in front of her. Her lips press against his chest only for a brief moment before she feels herself pushed back and follows with the motion, a small sound of surprise slipping out of her when strong arms suddenly hoist her onto the counter of the sink. It changes the angle a bit, Carla not having to look up in order to kiss him and instead having him right there. Her lips meet his eagerly and she moans lightly again when she feels her underwear coming off, arms wrapping around Damian's neck as she leans forward and shifts a bit to help remove them.
Theon stumbled into the kitchen, glancing around for the cake he had been promised. "A, you're the one who knows where the cake is," he said owlishly. "I think it's hiding from me."
Damian discarded her underwear on the bathroom floor, his fingers slipping between them to stroke her bare heat. Damian had heard the moan that erupted from Carla's lips with his mouth on her throat. He wanted a repeat of the sounds that vibrated through every nerve of his body. His skin felt hot, and he was throbbing within the confines of his tight jeans.
Carla quietly chokes off a sound as her body jolts slightly at his touch, thighs twitching in response at his fingers, her legs spreading around Damian's waist as one of her hands came back to brace against the counter.
Aria followed closely behind Theon, shaking her head with a chuckle as he glanced around hopelessly. Her mind was still clear for the most part, having managed to get away with not finishing the entire contents of her cup. "It's in the fridge." She points out, gesturing to his fridge.
Theon opened the door, glancing around the bottles of beer and hard liquor for a pristine looking sheet cake. A sudden wave of nausea overcame him, and he pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, shutting the door quickly. "Fuck," he heaved out, staggering towards the bathroom before he vomited all over the floor of the kitchen.
Aria practically hopped out of Theon's way as he made his way for the bathroom, looking like he was about to empty the contents of his stomach onto the nearest surface he could find. Exhaling, she found the nearest rag she could and went to run it under some warm water for him.
Damian pressed soft kisses to her mouth, then her throat and down the exposed skin of Carla's chest before he crumbled to his knees in front of her. Licking the taste of her from the tips of his fingers, Damian gazed at her from his spot on the floor. With an arm looped around her leg, Damian dragged Carla closer to the edge of the counter. Fingertips pressing bruises into her skin, Damian kissed the tender inside of Carla's thigh, leaving hot wet kisses and teeth marks in his wake.
Theon clutched at his midriff, nausea churning his insides; the hand that reached for the door was shaking slightly, and he tugged it open clumsily. However, any thought of vomiting into the toilet bowl vanished from his mind at the sight before him. In fact, all thought was obliterated from his mind, from the nausea that had held him tight only moments before to the awkward hangnail on his left pinky. It was like his mind was a chalk board, and in one, overarching swipe, someone had wiped it clean. Carla was hoisted upon the edge of the sink, Damian's head buried between her legs. Theon wasn't sure if he wanted to scream or cry or simply stare as though he was staring at a car crash. The pain of it all rubbed raw against his chest, sobering him far more quickly than anything else could have. He didn't know what to say, what to feel, what to think. His mind was simply a mass of white noise. Perhaps the emotion that roiled through his mind and stabbed at his heart flashed across his face in a brief gasp of breathless agony. Perhaps it was frozen on his features like someone had carved it into marble, eternal, cold, never changing. Or perhaps, there was nothing, simply an empty chalk board. Theon hardly knew, and he hardly cared. All he knew was that everything seemed to be tumbling, crashing in an organized sort of chaos, and he was the only one in true disarray.
Carla didn't even have time to focus in on the pleasure that was beginning to grow from Damian's actions. The sound of the door opening caught her attention almost instantly and she felt her body jerk forward in automatic panic, not knowing who it was and feeling immensely horrified when Theon's face finally came into view. No. Oh, god, no, just kill her now. Hands coming down to Damian's head she felt no remorse at the moment when she shoved him back with whatever force she could muster, scooting herself back on the counter and closing her legs quickly, hoping to hide away anything that could have been seen and abandoning an awkward and useless rush for her panties. Carla didn't know what to say. Her face was red from embarrassment but the look on Theon's face was making her pause. Pause and really look at him because he looked... so upset. Sure it was embarrassing as fuck - she had not planned on anyone walking in on that and was suddenly thankful they hadn't actually gone too far, but Theon looked... not like Theon. He had an expression Carla wasn't used to. She had never seen it. "... Theon?" She asked after a second, brow furrowed in worry despite the situation they were in.
Damian , stunned, by the force in which Carla had shoved him away from her, settled back flatly on his ass. His head collided hard with the wall, but he recovered quickly from any lightheadedness....Theon? Carla had asked. Damian finally focused in on the image of his friend, his mentor, looking in on the two of them. What? Why was Theon looking so bothered? He'd certainly seen Damian through far worse. Unlike Carla, Damian was not embarrassed, nor was he ashamed of anything he had been doing with the redhead. Hands sprawled on the floor, Damian completely forgot about his discarded shirt and Carla's panties in a small pile beside him. Damian glanced away from Theon and back to Carla's reddened face.
Theon Staying in the bathroom with evidence of them hanging in every particle of the air was certainly not an option. It was suffocating him, curling around his throat like a spidery fingered hand. He cleared his throat trying to find his voice once again, words failing him in the worst sort of way. Nothing seemed even remotely probable to utter in response to the agony that was tearing itself so completely through him. The worst part of all of it was that he knew, or at least, had suspected from the moment Carla had called him and asked him to come to the vineyards because of what Eve had done. Almost naively, he'd hoped against hope that the evidence was skewed or the data was incorrect, but that had simply made it worse. He had lulled himself into naivety, and now he was paying the price. "I-- I have to go," he mumbled out, breathless as though he had just been running for miles. He stumbled backwards a step or two before turning on his heel, and practically bolting down the hall towards the door. He had to leave. He had to get out.
Aria nearly ran into Theon as he bolted down the hall and towards the front door almost looking more upset than she'd ever seen him, leaving her with a confused expression wrought over her face - At least, until she wandered a little further down the hall and was gifted with the sight of Carla on the bathroom counter and Damian on the floor. Shirtless. With a small pile of clothing beside him. Her eyes widened the smallest bit when things clicked in her mind. "Oh." she muttered, lips pressing together tightly as she averted her gaze, standing just shy of the doorway.
Carla watched Theon rush out of the bathroom with a lost expression, mouth parting as if she was considering saying something to stop him, but she reconsidered in that moment - seeing as she was still sitting on the counter and her panties were... well, on the ground near Damian. She wasn't exactly intent on jumping up and running after him at the moment. Eyes turning to look at Damian, her gaze on him only lasted a second before Aria's voice broke through the silence. As if her face couldn't get any redder. Letting out an almost mortified sound Carla got over the mortified shyness coursing through her and slid off the counter quickly, walking to where Damian was still sprawled out and snatching up her panties. There was no way she was staying in this bathroom another second. Walking out the door Carla ducked her head as she moved past Aria, giving her a small pitiful expression and a little apology before taking off down the hallway.
Damian sighed loudly after Carla left him on the floor of the bathroom. "C--Carla…" he called after her. Theon had disappeared and she had followed out of pure embarrassment. Damian bunched his t-shirt in his hands before tugging it over his head. "Are you really just going to stand there, Ari?" Damian, without words, motioned toward the door for his sister to go.
Aria stepped aside when Carla hurried from the bathroom, flashing her a sympathetic look of understanding, before turning her gaze back on her little brother, expression that of slight disapproval and disappointment. At least he had put his shirt back on. She turned the warm washcloth she'd ready for Theon over in her hands and sighed. Instead of leaving like Damian motioned for her too, she set the washcloth on the counter and briefly pinched the bridge of her nose. "No- I'm ... gonna go check on Theon," she muttered, "Are you alright?"
Damian resisted the urge to beat his head against the wall. He was still a bit turned on from the way Carla pressed up against him. Damian clucked his tongue against the side of his mouth. Aria was doing that thing she did when she was ten seconds away from lecturing him. "I'm fine. Go check on him."
Aria paused, eyeing Damian with slightly hesitation. Her gaze flickered between him and where Theon had disappeared just down the hall. He might still be drunk, but he was safe in the apartment. Theon however - Well he could be anywhere by now, but she hoped he'd just gone downstairs for a cigarette. "Alright." She turns to leave, but pauses again. "Maybe you should just sleep here tonight," she suggests with a thin lipped smile, before turning and heading down the hall, grabbing her purse, and out of the apartment.
