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@the-moderators
The Moderators
Defending the defenseless.
Our founder is @mod-does-things
We are a large team primarily dedicated to ending hydra.
We are also a large philanthropy organization.
Hemlock feels a call. He answers to find Sofia. The woman he helped rescue from an abusive relationship. The mother of Mod, also known as Aleksander.
She was holding up two dresses. One was a crimson cocktail dress, the other was a bright yellow sundress.
“Hemlock. Thank goodness. I cannot decide between these two dresses.”
@the-moderators
He drops down, looking amused at the reason for the call. He tilts his head, looking between the two dresses. "They're both gorgeous... depends what the occasion is. Yellow one is more fun, carefree, summery. Red one is more hot, sexy, fancy."
-
She shrugs. "I mean I'm not mad. They're like the coolest women in all reality. Good for you. You wanna see a picture? Theyre so cool cool and pretty." She grabs her phone, searching through till she finds a picture of Layla and Amber, turning it to show them.
“Oh wow they are hot.” Tanya says.
Sofia still has her head in her hands.
“Hey cheer up sunshine. It’s not like you are gonna see them much if you don’t remember them!”
"Mhm, just teasingggg... you have good taste. Stop being so embarrassed by that. You're awesome Sof. Super cool and stuff."
“Yeah! I mean hey you picked me! I’d say you got some good taste!”
“I suppose.” She says. “I think it’s time to go home however. I will message you at another point for a proper date.”
“Alright girl. See ya.”
Sofia takes Reyna and walks out of the bar. “I feel like I’m going to puke.”
She tilts her head, leaning against Sofia a bit as they walk. "Why? I thought that went super well!"
“I haven’t drank this much alcohol in a while. I might be less of a heavy weight as I have not maintained my tolerance.” She says leaning against her.
"Ooooh yeah, I think I drank a little more then I meant to, too..." She says, as if that wasnt obvious. "Its okay girl, we'll get you home and you'll get water and meds and feel-" The air smells like some kind of candy.
Sofia whines. “That sounds amazinggggg.” She says as the two walk back to her apartment.
"Yayy!! Rest and hydration is perfect end to a girl's day." She giggles.
“Yayyyy…” She says trying to not vomit.
"Mmmm you don't look great... here." She picks Sofia up in a bridal carry, conjuring a bag and a bottle of water. "Drink up. Throw up in the bag if you need to."
“Thankssss.” She drinks the water. Flipping the bird to on lookers who give them some odd glances.
She giggles, carrying Sofia all the way home.
Hemlock feels a call. He answers to find Sofia. The woman he helped rescue from an abusive relationship. The mother of Mod, also known as Aleksander.
She was holding up two dresses. One was a crimson cocktail dress, the other was a bright yellow sundress.
“Hemlock. Thank goodness. I cannot decide between these two dresses.”
@the-moderators
He drops down, looking amused at the reason for the call. He tilts his head, looking between the two dresses. "They're both gorgeous... depends what the occasion is. Yellow one is more fun, carefree, summery. Red one is more hot, sexy, fancy."
-
She shrugs. "I mean I'm not mad. They're like the coolest women in all reality. Good for you. You wanna see a picture? Theyre so cool cool and pretty." She grabs her phone, searching through till she finds a picture of Layla and Amber, turning it to show them.
“Oh wow they are hot.” Tanya says.
Sofia still has her head in her hands.
“Hey cheer up sunshine. It’s not like you are gonna see them much if you don’t remember them!”
"Mhm, just teasingggg... you have good taste. Stop being so embarrassed by that. You're awesome Sof. Super cool and stuff."
“Yeah! I mean hey you picked me! I’d say you got some good taste!”
“I suppose.” She says. “I think it’s time to go home however. I will message you at another point for a proper date.”
“Alright girl. See ya.”
Sofia takes Reyna and walks out of the bar. “I feel like I’m going to puke.”
She tilts her head, leaning against Sofia a bit as they walk. "Why? I thought that went super well!"
“I haven’t drank this much alcohol in a while. I might be less of a heavy weight as I have not maintained my tolerance.” She says leaning against her.
"Ooooh yeah, I think I drank a little more then I meant to, too..." She says, as if that wasnt obvious. "Its okay girl, we'll get you home and you'll get water and meds and feel-" The air smells like some kind of candy.
Sofia whines. “That sounds amazinggggg.” She says as the two walk back to her apartment.
"Yayy!! Rest and hydration is perfect end to a girl's day." She giggles.
“Yayyyy…” She says trying to not vomit.
"Mmmm you don't look great... here." She picks Sofia up in a bridal carry, conjuring a bag and a bottle of water. "Drink up. Throw up in the bag if you need to."
“Thankssss.” She drinks the water. Flipping the bird to on lookers who give them some odd glances.
Hemlock feels a call. He answers to find Sofia. The woman he helped rescue from an abusive relationship. The mother of Mod, also known as Aleksander.
She was holding up two dresses. One was a crimson cocktail dress, the other was a bright yellow sundress.
“Hemlock. Thank goodness. I cannot decide between these two dresses.”
@the-moderators
He drops down, looking amused at the reason for the call. He tilts his head, looking between the two dresses. "They're both gorgeous... depends what the occasion is. Yellow one is more fun, carefree, summery. Red one is more hot, sexy, fancy."
-
She shrugs. "I mean I'm not mad. They're like the coolest women in all reality. Good for you. You wanna see a picture? Theyre so cool cool and pretty." She grabs her phone, searching through till she finds a picture of Layla and Amber, turning it to show them.
“Oh wow they are hot.” Tanya says.
Sofia still has her head in her hands.
“Hey cheer up sunshine. It’s not like you are gonna see them much if you don’t remember them!”
"Mhm, just teasingggg... you have good taste. Stop being so embarrassed by that. You're awesome Sof. Super cool and stuff."
“Yeah! I mean hey you picked me! I’d say you got some good taste!”
“I suppose.” She says. “I think it’s time to go home however. I will message you at another point for a proper date.”
“Alright girl. See ya.”
Sofia takes Reyna and walks out of the bar. “I feel like I’m going to puke.”
She tilts her head, leaning against Sofia a bit as they walk. "Why? I thought that went super well!"
“I haven’t drank this much alcohol in a while. I might be less of a heavy weight as I have not maintained my tolerance.” She says leaning against her.
"Ooooh yeah, I think I drank a little more then I meant to, too..." She says, as if that wasnt obvious. "Its okay girl, we'll get you home and you'll get water and meds and feel-" The air smells like some kind of candy.
Sofia whines. “That sounds amazinggggg.” She says as the two walk back to her apartment.
"Yayy!! Rest and hydration is perfect end to a girl's day." She giggles.
“Yayyyy…” She says trying to not vomit.
Hemlock feels a call. He answers to find Sofia. The woman he helped rescue from an abusive relationship. The mother of Mod, also known as Aleksander.
She was holding up two dresses. One was a crimson cocktail dress, the other was a bright yellow sundress.
“Hemlock. Thank goodness. I cannot decide between these two dresses.”
@the-moderators
He drops down, looking amused at the reason for the call. He tilts his head, looking between the two dresses. "They're both gorgeous... depends what the occasion is. Yellow one is more fun, carefree, summery. Red one is more hot, sexy, fancy."
-
She shrugs. "I mean I'm not mad. They're like the coolest women in all reality. Good for you. You wanna see a picture? Theyre so cool cool and pretty." She grabs her phone, searching through till she finds a picture of Layla and Amber, turning it to show them.
“Oh wow they are hot.” Tanya says.
Sofia still has her head in her hands.
“Hey cheer up sunshine. It’s not like you are gonna see them much if you don’t remember them!”
"Mhm, just teasingggg... you have good taste. Stop being so embarrassed by that. You're awesome Sof. Super cool and stuff."
“Yeah! I mean hey you picked me! I’d say you got some good taste!”
“I suppose.” She says. “I think it’s time to go home however. I will message you at another point for a proper date.”
“Alright girl. See ya.”
Sofia takes Reyna and walks out of the bar. “I feel like I’m going to puke.”
She tilts her head, leaning against Sofia a bit as they walk. "Why? I thought that went super well!"
“I haven’t drank this much alcohol in a while. I might be less of a heavy weight as I have not maintained my tolerance.” She says leaning against her.
"Ooooh yeah, I think I drank a little more then I meant to, too..." She says, as if that wasnt obvious. "Its okay girl, we'll get you home and you'll get water and meds and feel-" The air smells like some kind of candy.
Sofia whines. “That sounds amazinggggg.” She says as the two walk back to her apartment.
Hemlock feels a call. He answers to find Sofia. The woman he helped rescue from an abusive relationship. The mother of Mod, also known as Aleksander.
She was holding up two dresses. One was a crimson cocktail dress, the other was a bright yellow sundress.
“Hemlock. Thank goodness. I cannot decide between these two dresses.”
@the-moderators
He drops down, looking amused at the reason for the call. He tilts his head, looking between the two dresses. "They're both gorgeous... depends what the occasion is. Yellow one is more fun, carefree, summery. Red one is more hot, sexy, fancy."
-
She shrugs. "I mean I'm not mad. They're like the coolest women in all reality. Good for you. You wanna see a picture? Theyre so cool cool and pretty." She grabs her phone, searching through till she finds a picture of Layla and Amber, turning it to show them.
“Oh wow they are hot.” Tanya says.
Sofia still has her head in her hands.
“Hey cheer up sunshine. It’s not like you are gonna see them much if you don’t remember them!”
"Mhm, just teasingggg... you have good taste. Stop being so embarrassed by that. You're awesome Sof. Super cool and stuff."
“Yeah! I mean hey you picked me! I’d say you got some good taste!”
“I suppose.” She says. “I think it’s time to go home however. I will message you at another point for a proper date.”
“Alright girl. See ya.”
Sofia takes Reyna and walks out of the bar. “I feel like I’m going to puke.”
She tilts her head, leaning against Sofia a bit as they walk. "Why? I thought that went super well!"
“I haven’t drank this much alcohol in a while. I might be less of a heavy weight as I have not maintained my tolerance.” She says leaning against her.
Hemlock feels a call. He answers to find Sofia. The woman he helped rescue from an abusive relationship. The mother of Mod, also known as Aleksander.
She was holding up two dresses. One was a crimson cocktail dress, the other was a bright yellow sundress.
“Hemlock. Thank goodness. I cannot decide between these two dresses.”
@the-moderators
He drops down, looking amused at the reason for the call. He tilts his head, looking between the two dresses. "They're both gorgeous... depends what the occasion is. Yellow one is more fun, carefree, summery. Red one is more hot, sexy, fancy."
-
She shrugs. "I mean I'm not mad. They're like the coolest women in all reality. Good for you. You wanna see a picture? Theyre so cool cool and pretty." She grabs her phone, searching through till she finds a picture of Layla and Amber, turning it to show them.
“Oh wow they are hot.” Tanya says.
Sofia still has her head in her hands.
“Hey cheer up sunshine. It’s not like you are gonna see them much if you don’t remember them!”
"Mhm, just teasingggg... you have good taste. Stop being so embarrassed by that. You're awesome Sof. Super cool and stuff."
“Yeah! I mean hey you picked me! I’d say you got some good taste!”
“I suppose.” She says. “I think it’s time to go home however. I will message you at another point for a proper date.”
“Alright girl. See ya.”
Sofia takes Reyna and walks out of the bar. “I feel like I’m going to puke.”
Hemlock feels a call. He answers to find Sofia. The woman he helped rescue from an abusive relationship. The mother of Mod, also known as Aleksander.
She was holding up two dresses. One was a crimson cocktail dress, the other was a bright yellow sundress.
“Hemlock. Thank goodness. I cannot decide between these two dresses.”
@the-moderators
He drops down, looking amused at the reason for the call. He tilts his head, looking between the two dresses. "They're both gorgeous... depends what the occasion is. Yellow one is more fun, carefree, summery. Red one is more hot, sexy, fancy."
-
She shrugs. "I mean I'm not mad. They're like the coolest women in all reality. Good for you. You wanna see a picture? Theyre so cool cool and pretty." She grabs her phone, searching through till she finds a picture of Layla and Amber, turning it to show them.
“Oh wow they are hot.” Tanya says.
Sofia still has her head in her hands.
“Hey cheer up sunshine. It’s not like you are gonna see them much if you don’t remember them!”
Hemlock feels a call. He answers to find Sofia. The woman he helped rescue from an abusive relationship. The mother of Mod, also known as Aleksander.
She was holding up two dresses. One was a crimson cocktail dress, the other was a bright yellow sundress.
“Hemlock. Thank goodness. I cannot decide between these two dresses.”
@the-moderators
He drops down, looking amused at the reason for the call. He tilts his head, looking between the two dresses. "They're both gorgeous... depends what the occasion is. Yellow one is more fun, carefree, summery. Red one is more hot, sexy, fancy."
Sofia looks down. “I want something that will help me get a date. I was planning to go to a bar. A note on my arm said I should.”
"Oooh! Can I come too? I can wingman!" Her form instantly changing to a succubus in a blank and red dress with rose patterning. "You should wear the red, we can match."
“Ok. Red it is. I already hired a baby sitter for Aleksander.” She can’t help but stare at the new form. “Wow. You are stunning.”
"Oh. Thanks." She blushes lightly. "I'm a uh- succubus. A sex demon. So- you know. Magically and unnaturally sexy." Definitely selling herself a little short there, but not by much. Helps that Hemlock is just naturally pretty even as a kitsune.
“O-oh.. sorry. I don’t think it’s unnatural. Um.. anyway. Im going to go change.” Sofia runs off to change into her dress.
Reyna sits down, looking on her phone for good bars and waiting patiently for Sofia to come back.
Sofia returns. The dress is a little immodest. There is a deep v to show off her legs. “How do I look?”
"Damn girl... you look amazing. You're gonna have jaws dropping all night. Did you have a specific bar you wanted to go to by the way?"
“Um. Maybe a bar to talk to.. other women?” She looks at her with an embarrassed smile.
"Lesbian bar, I gotcha." She looks at her phone. "Theres a few nearby, theres this one called The Cuddyhole that looks pretty nice, and the reviews say its really mutant friendly too, which is great cause you dont want racists."
“That sounds nice. No racists definitely. I don’t plan on drinking a whole lot. Even though I am quite the heavyweight. Most people in Russia are.” Sofia says.
"Oh Titans. Alright, well don't expect me to drink much either cause I'm a total lightweight." She giggles. "You want me to help you with some makeup before we go? Maybe a red wing and lip? Or red eyeshadow and a black wing..."
“Red lipstick. Match my outfit.” Sofia goes and finds a shad that matches her outfit.
"Awesome." She grabs a small stick of red eyeliner and a mini mirror, giving herself a wing before returning her attention to Sofia. "You ready to go?"
She nods. The two walk out, Sofia gives a few last instructions to the babysitter before leaving. “I am a bit nervous.”
"Thats normal I think. But this is gonna be fun, thats the goal of the night right? Have fun. Besides, you're a knockout and you're super sweet. Any girl would be lucky to have you."
“Thank you. Alright. Let’s do this.” They make their way over to the bar. They get in and sit at a table. Sofia is just looking down. “What should I get? I think I might just do some vodka on ice.”
"Just vodka? You really do like it strong... hm. I dont know. Thinking I'm gonna get a lemon drop." She starts looking around the room in search of someone to get Sofia talking to.
Despite it being a lesbian bar, there was a group of guys being annoying. It was a wonder they hadn’t been kicked out yet.
They get their drinks and take a few sips. “So.. this place is nice.”
She side eyes the men but decides not to pay them any mind. No need to make a scene. "It is... I've actually never been to a lesbian bar before either. Been wanting to for a while though."
The men see the two and start talking to each other.
“Why are they here then? I thought the requirement for a lesbian was that you were a woman?”
"I mean- yeah. Lesbians are women, but its still a bar. A mainly lesbian bar, but any queer person can come if they want. Gay men, trans people, allies just wing manning their friends..." She shrugs. "I'm sure those guys are just a bunch of cis straight assholes who think they can turn a lesbian straight, but kicking someone out of a queer bar on the basis of gender or sexuality just isnt a great look..."
“I suppose. Still not great that they are here. But if they haven’t done anything I guess it’s ok.” One of the guys whistles at a woman and she looks visibly disgusted with him.
She chuckles a little. “Seems that’s the general consensus.”
"Yeah. Shame its not illegal to be a creep. But hey, tonight isnt about boys! Its about finding you a pretty girl."
“Yes. I suppose so.” She smiles. She takes a sip of her drink and looks over.
There is a woman in a yellow dress. She seems about early 20s and is talking to a group of other women. “She seems nice.”
One of the assholes goes over to the woman and he slaps her ass. “Oh dear! Someone should tell him off!”
"Usually wouldnt go straight for someone in a group, but..." She pauses, glaring at the man and resisting the urge to snap her fingers and murder him on the spot. "...yeah. Someone does need to tell him off. What do you say about it being us?"
The woman turns around and punches the guy right in the face. He tries to swing back but she ducks then kicks him in the nuts. She then keeps kicking him in the side. “Oh…” Sofia says. She seems a little flustered.
"Damn... now that is hot." Reyna grins. "You definitely gotta go talk to her now! You can compliment her on her technique."
“Oh goodness no I couldn’t! I know nothing about fighting! Could you talk to her for me?” She asks.
"That is the point of a wing woman... watch my drink, I got you." She stands up, walking across the bar over to where the woman is still kicking the scum. "Mean right hook you got there, huh?"
The woman lands one final kick before the other guys drag him away and leave the bar.
“Yeah. I box on the weekends. I could give you some lessons if you wanted. Can’t let those creeps get away with shit like that.” She says shaking her hand. The knuckles showing some signs of bruising.
"Thats impressive, and I agree. Not sure I need the lessons, but my friend over there would love them." She gestures over toward Sofia. "We both just couldn't help but admire how graceful your technique is. Very smooth dodge."
“Sorry. Not looking for a throuple. Though she is pretty cute.” The woman admits looking her up and down. Sofia gives a shy wave.
"Oh no, I've already got a partner. We're just friends. She is really cute though, isnt she? Super sweet too, like I'm pretty sure she was literally made in a lab from sugar, spice, and everything nice."
“Yeah. Not that this is a breaking factor, would you happen to know how old she is?” The woman asks.
"Fourty six I believe."
“Wow. She’s aged wonderfully. Hell I’m 23 and she could pass for my age. Yeah let me talk to her.” The two walk back over.
“Hey, I’m Tanya. What’s your name gorgeous?” She says.
She takes a sip of her drink, giving Sofia a supportive thumbs up, happy to just see how this goes.
“Hi.. s-Sofia.”
“Hey take it easy I’m not gonna bite. Unless you want me to.” Tanya flirts.
Sofia blushes and smiles a big stupid smile. “My goodness! You really go for the throat with your approach don’t you?”
“Usually. That’s how I am with my partners as well. What ya drinking there?”
“Oh just vodka on ice. Nothing too crazy for me.”
“Just that? Oh I bet I could out drink you.”
Sofia seems serious. “Hah. I’m sure you could dear.” She stands up. A little taller than Tanya. She goes over and orders four large pints of beer. She brings them back over and sets them on the table.
“Sit.” She commands to Tanya.
Reyna raises an eyebrow at Sofias boldness. "Crazy Russians... not gonna drink a lot my ass." She mumbles, watching the competition with interest.
Tanya blushes at the command but doesn’t back down. “I got this. We betting on something?”
“If I win, I get to kiss you. If you win, I give you my number.” Sofia says.
“Oh I’m getting that number.”
“Count us down.”
Reyna counts them down and they both start chugging the beer. Sofia doesn’t seem to be breaking a sweat. Tanya, by the bottom of her first pint, seems a bit nervous.
“How are you holding up cutie?” Sofia says. It’s evident that the vodka has kicked in.
Tanya blushes. “I could do this all night.”
Sofia chugs the last pint and slams the pint on the table. Wiping her mouth.
Tanya seems to be getting more than a little tipsy. She can barely hold up the pint. “Fuck.. fine. You win..”
Tanya’s friends cheer from across the bar for Sofia.
Reyna laughs, her tail flicking excitedly. This is fun to watch. "How fun... guess its time to get your kiss then, huh Sof?"
Sofia walks over and tilts Tanya’s face up. She leans down and places a big kiss right on her cheek. “Oh dear. It seems I missed.” She kisses her face again, the other cheek this time. “Oh darn. I missed again. Can you believe this Reyna?” Sofia clearly knows what she’s doing.
"Mhm. You might need lessons. Tanya, I'm not sure my friend knows what shes doing."
Tanya grabs Sofia by the collar of her dress and pulls her in for a kiss.
The two kiss for a while before Sofia pulls back. “Goodness!”
“Wow..” Tanya says. “So uh.. I know I lost. But do you mind if I still get your number?”
Sofia pulls out her phone and hands it to her. “Go ahead and put yourself in my contacts.”
Tanya does just that. “I’ll uh.. see you again some time?”
“Oh honey we just got here. We aren’t going for a while.”
Reyna smiles, glad to see Sofia enjoying herself so much. "I'll let you girls talk a bit... think I might need to catch up, drinkwise." She walks off to the bar, ordering her second lemon drop and hanging out over there to just watch the couple from afar and give them space.
The two talk for a while. Flirting back and forth. Both blushing like crazy.
Reyna has a few drinks as she watches, stopping a few times to drunk text her boyfriend and tell him exactly how much she loves him. After they'd been there a while she walks back over to them, leaning against the table. "Heyyy Sof... how ya doin?"
Sofia and Tanya both hand a few new lipstick marks on each other’s face and arms. “Oh hey Reyna. It’s going well.”
"Yayy! Glad we found a pretty girl for you to hang out with. You deserve it, cause you're awesome." Boops Sofias nose.
She giggles. “Yeah thanks. Happy to have someone now. Ugh you are so much better than my ex husband already. He was a real piece of work.”
“Oh tell me about it. My last boyfriend was an asshole. He wanted me to be one of those housewives who just has kids and takes care of them.”
“How unfortunate. I’m glad you got out of that situation.”
“So am I.”
"Mhm, men suck. ... ...wait. I'm a man. I dont suck, right?" She might be a little drunk. She sounds genuinely devastated by the idea she might suck.
“You’re a man?” Tanya asks.
“Shapeshifter.” Sofia answers.
“Ah. Ok. Gotcha. I mean, you haven’t tried to hit on me or touch me without my consent so I’d say you are doing alright for yourself.”
"Oh! Good. I dont want to suck. My Mom's raised me right. Theyre awesome." She boops Sofias nose again. "You thought they were awesome too."
Sofia seems confused. “I have not met your moms? I was not aware of them in the first place either I guess.”
"Oh yeah, I forgot you forgot. Magics so weird and lame like that." She shrugs. "Oh well. Probably for the best."
“Wait. Did something happen? What happened.”
“Magic is weird doll. I wouldn’t worry about it.” Tanya says.
She nods in agreement. "Mhm. You dont need magical shenanigans in your life. Its so much work."
She sighs. “I guess. I’m still confused as to what you mean however.”
“Ah it’s probably nothing.”
"I dont know, I didnt ask for the details of your threesome with my mom's. What kind of pervert do you think I am?"
Sofia looks at her. “What.”
Tanya tries not to laugh. “You slept with your friends moms? Fuck yeah dude!”
“I didn’t! Did I?”
"Both of them. At once. Really impressive actually considering theyre goddesses. I'm technically a demigod, did I tell you that?"
Sofia puts her head in her hands. “Oh my goodness. I am so sorry I had no idea.”
“Hey it’s ok! It’s fine! I’m not gonna judge! Hell I’m not proud of some of the people I’ve slept with!”
“This is so embarrassing.”
Hemlock feels a call. He answers to find Sofia. The woman he helped rescue from an abusive relationship. The mother of Mod, also known as Aleksander.
She was holding up two dresses. One was a crimson cocktail dress, the other was a bright yellow sundress.
“Hemlock. Thank goodness. I cannot decide between these two dresses.”
@the-moderators
He drops down, looking amused at the reason for the call. He tilts his head, looking between the two dresses. "They're both gorgeous... depends what the occasion is. Yellow one is more fun, carefree, summery. Red one is more hot, sexy, fancy."
Sofia looks down. “I want something that will help me get a date. I was planning to go to a bar. A note on my arm said I should.”
"Oooh! Can I come too? I can wingman!" Her form instantly changing to a succubus in a blank and red dress with rose patterning. "You should wear the red, we can match."
“Ok. Red it is. I already hired a baby sitter for Aleksander.” She can’t help but stare at the new form. “Wow. You are stunning.”
"Oh. Thanks." She blushes lightly. "I'm a uh- succubus. A sex demon. So- you know. Magically and unnaturally sexy." Definitely selling herself a little short there, but not by much. Helps that Hemlock is just naturally pretty even as a kitsune.
“O-oh.. sorry. I don’t think it’s unnatural. Um.. anyway. Im going to go change.” Sofia runs off to change into her dress.
Reyna sits down, looking on her phone for good bars and waiting patiently for Sofia to come back.
Sofia returns. The dress is a little immodest. There is a deep v to show off her legs. “How do I look?”
"Damn girl... you look amazing. You're gonna have jaws dropping all night. Did you have a specific bar you wanted to go to by the way?"
“Um. Maybe a bar to talk to.. other women?” She looks at her with an embarrassed smile.
"Lesbian bar, I gotcha." She looks at her phone. "Theres a few nearby, theres this one called The Cuddyhole that looks pretty nice, and the reviews say its really mutant friendly too, which is great cause you dont want racists."
“That sounds nice. No racists definitely. I don’t plan on drinking a whole lot. Even though I am quite the heavyweight. Most people in Russia are.” Sofia says.
"Oh Titans. Alright, well don't expect me to drink much either cause I'm a total lightweight." She giggles. "You want me to help you with some makeup before we go? Maybe a red wing and lip? Or red eyeshadow and a black wing..."
“Red lipstick. Match my outfit.” Sofia goes and finds a shad that matches her outfit.
"Awesome." She grabs a small stick of red eyeliner and a mini mirror, giving herself a wing before returning her attention to Sofia. "You ready to go?"
She nods. The two walk out, Sofia gives a few last instructions to the babysitter before leaving. “I am a bit nervous.”
"Thats normal I think. But this is gonna be fun, thats the goal of the night right? Have fun. Besides, you're a knockout and you're super sweet. Any girl would be lucky to have you."
“Thank you. Alright. Let’s do this.” They make their way over to the bar. They get in and sit at a table. Sofia is just looking down. “What should I get? I think I might just do some vodka on ice.”
"Just vodka? You really do like it strong... hm. I dont know. Thinking I'm gonna get a lemon drop." She starts looking around the room in search of someone to get Sofia talking to.
Despite it being a lesbian bar, there was a group of guys being annoying. It was a wonder they hadn’t been kicked out yet.
They get their drinks and take a few sips. “So.. this place is nice.”
She side eyes the men but decides not to pay them any mind. No need to make a scene. "It is... I've actually never been to a lesbian bar before either. Been wanting to for a while though."
The men see the two and start talking to each other.
“Why are they here then? I thought the requirement for a lesbian was that you were a woman?”
"I mean- yeah. Lesbians are women, but its still a bar. A mainly lesbian bar, but any queer person can come if they want. Gay men, trans people, allies just wing manning their friends..." She shrugs. "I'm sure those guys are just a bunch of cis straight assholes who think they can turn a lesbian straight, but kicking someone out of a queer bar on the basis of gender or sexuality just isnt a great look..."
“I suppose. Still not great that they are here. But if they haven’t done anything I guess it’s ok.” One of the guys whistles at a woman and she looks visibly disgusted with him.
She chuckles a little. “Seems that’s the general consensus.”
"Yeah. Shame its not illegal to be a creep. But hey, tonight isnt about boys! Its about finding you a pretty girl."
“Yes. I suppose so.” She smiles. She takes a sip of her drink and looks over.
There is a woman in a yellow dress. She seems about early 20s and is talking to a group of other women. “She seems nice.”
One of the assholes goes over to the woman and he slaps her ass. “Oh dear! Someone should tell him off!”
"Usually wouldnt go straight for someone in a group, but..." She pauses, glaring at the man and resisting the urge to snap her fingers and murder him on the spot. "...yeah. Someone does need to tell him off. What do you say about it being us?"
The woman turns around and punches the guy right in the face. He tries to swing back but she ducks then kicks him in the nuts. She then keeps kicking him in the side. “Oh…” Sofia says. She seems a little flustered.
"Damn... now that is hot." Reyna grins. "You definitely gotta go talk to her now! You can compliment her on her technique."
“Oh goodness no I couldn’t! I know nothing about fighting! Could you talk to her for me?” She asks.
"That is the point of a wing woman... watch my drink, I got you." She stands up, walking across the bar over to where the woman is still kicking the scum. "Mean right hook you got there, huh?"
The woman lands one final kick before the other guys drag him away and leave the bar.
“Yeah. I box on the weekends. I could give you some lessons if you wanted. Can’t let those creeps get away with shit like that.” She says shaking her hand. The knuckles showing some signs of bruising.
"Thats impressive, and I agree. Not sure I need the lessons, but my friend over there would love them." She gestures over toward Sofia. "We both just couldn't help but admire how graceful your technique is. Very smooth dodge."
“Sorry. Not looking for a throuple. Though she is pretty cute.” The woman admits looking her up and down. Sofia gives a shy wave.
"Oh no, I've already got a partner. We're just friends. She is really cute though, isnt she? Super sweet too, like I'm pretty sure she was literally made in a lab from sugar, spice, and everything nice."
“Yeah. Not that this is a breaking factor, would you happen to know how old she is?” The woman asks.
"Fourty six I believe."
“Wow. She’s aged wonderfully. Hell I’m 23 and she could pass for my age. Yeah let me talk to her.” The two walk back over.
“Hey, I’m Tanya. What’s your name gorgeous?” She says.
She takes a sip of her drink, giving Sofia a supportive thumbs up, happy to just see how this goes.
“Hi.. s-Sofia.”
“Hey take it easy I’m not gonna bite. Unless you want me to.” Tanya flirts.
Sofia blushes and smiles a big stupid smile. “My goodness! You really go for the throat with your approach don’t you?”
“Usually. That’s how I am with my partners as well. What ya drinking there?”
“Oh just vodka on ice. Nothing too crazy for me.”
“Just that? Oh I bet I could out drink you.”
Sofia seems serious. “Hah. I’m sure you could dear.” She stands up. A little taller than Tanya. She goes over and orders four large pints of beer. She brings them back over and sets them on the table.
“Sit.” She commands to Tanya.
Reyna raises an eyebrow at Sofias boldness. "Crazy Russians... not gonna drink a lot my ass." She mumbles, watching the competition with interest.
Tanya blushes at the command but doesn’t back down. “I got this. We betting on something?”
“If I win, I get to kiss you. If you win, I give you my number.” Sofia says.
“Oh I’m getting that number.”
“Count us down.”
Reyna counts them down and they both start chugging the beer. Sofia doesn’t seem to be breaking a sweat. Tanya, by the bottom of her first pint, seems a bit nervous.
“How are you holding up cutie?” Sofia says. It’s evident that the vodka has kicked in.
Tanya blushes. “I could do this all night.”
Sofia chugs the last pint and slams the pint on the table. Wiping her mouth.
Tanya seems to be getting more than a little tipsy. She can barely hold up the pint. “Fuck.. fine. You win..”
Tanya’s friends cheer from across the bar for Sofia.
Reyna laughs, her tail flicking excitedly. This is fun to watch. "How fun... guess its time to get your kiss then, huh Sof?"
Sofia walks over and tilts Tanya’s face up. She leans down and places a big kiss right on her cheek. “Oh dear. It seems I missed.” She kisses her face again, the other cheek this time. “Oh darn. I missed again. Can you believe this Reyna?” Sofia clearly knows what she’s doing.
"Mhm. You might need lessons. Tanya, I'm not sure my friend knows what shes doing."
Tanya grabs Sofia by the collar of her dress and pulls her in for a kiss.
The two kiss for a while before Sofia pulls back. “Goodness!”
“Wow..” Tanya says. “So uh.. I know I lost. But do you mind if I still get your number?”
Sofia pulls out her phone and hands it to her. “Go ahead and put yourself in my contacts.”
Tanya does just that. “I’ll uh.. see you again some time?”
“Oh honey we just got here. We aren’t going for a while.”
Reyna smiles, glad to see Sofia enjoying herself so much. "I'll let you girls talk a bit... think I might need to catch up, drinkwise." She walks off to the bar, ordering her second lemon drop and hanging out over there to just watch the couple from afar and give them space.
The two talk for a while. Flirting back and forth. Both blushing like crazy.
Reyna has a few drinks as she watches, stopping a few times to drunk text her boyfriend and tell him exactly how much she loves him. After they'd been there a while she walks back over to them, leaning against the table. "Heyyy Sof... how ya doin?"
Sofia and Tanya both hand a few new lipstick marks on each other’s face and arms. “Oh hey Reyna. It’s going well.”
"Yayy! Glad we found a pretty girl for you to hang out with. You deserve it, cause you're awesome." Boops Sofias nose.
She giggles. “Yeah thanks. Happy to have someone now. Ugh you are so much better than my ex husband already. He was a real piece of work.”
“Oh tell me about it. My last boyfriend was an asshole. He wanted me to be one of those housewives who just has kids and takes care of them.”
“How unfortunate. I’m glad you got out of that situation.”
“So am I.”
"Mhm, men suck. ... ...wait. I'm a man. I dont suck, right?" She might be a little drunk. She sounds genuinely devastated by the idea she might suck.
“You’re a man?” Tanya asks.
“Shapeshifter.” Sofia answers.
“Ah. Ok. Gotcha. I mean, you haven’t tried to hit on me or touch me without my consent so I’d say you are doing alright for yourself.”
"Oh! Good. I dont want to suck. My Mom's raised me right. Theyre awesome." She boops Sofias nose again. "You thought they were awesome too."
Sofia seems confused. “I have not met your moms? I was not aware of them in the first place either I guess.”
"Oh yeah, I forgot you forgot. Magics so weird and lame like that." She shrugs. "Oh well. Probably for the best."
“Wait. Did something happen? What happened.”
“Magic is weird doll. I wouldn’t worry about it.” Tanya says.
She nods in agreement. "Mhm. You dont need magical shenanigans in your life. Its so much work."
She sighs. “I guess. I’m still confused as to what you mean however.”
“Ah it’s probably nothing.”
"I dont know, I didnt ask for the details of your threesome with my mom's. What kind of pervert do you think I am?"
Sofia looks at her. “What.”
Tanya tries not to laugh. “You slept with your friends moms? Fuck yeah dude!”
“I didn’t! Did I?”
Hemlock feels a call. He answers to find Sofia. The woman he helped rescue from an abusive relationship. The mother of Mod, also known as Aleksander.
She was holding up two dresses. One was a crimson cocktail dress, the other was a bright yellow sundress.
“Hemlock. Thank goodness. I cannot decide between these two dresses.”
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He drops down, looking amused at the reason for the call. He tilts his head, looking between the two dresses. "They're both gorgeous... depends what the occasion is. Yellow one is more fun, carefree, summery. Red one is more hot, sexy, fancy."
Sofia looks down. “I want something that will help me get a date. I was planning to go to a bar. A note on my arm said I should.”
"Oooh! Can I come too? I can wingman!" Her form instantly changing to a succubus in a blank and red dress with rose patterning. "You should wear the red, we can match."
“Ok. Red it is. I already hired a baby sitter for Aleksander.” She can’t help but stare at the new form. “Wow. You are stunning.”
"Oh. Thanks." She blushes lightly. "I'm a uh- succubus. A sex demon. So- you know. Magically and unnaturally sexy." Definitely selling herself a little short there, but not by much. Helps that Hemlock is just naturally pretty even as a kitsune.
“O-oh.. sorry. I don’t think it’s unnatural. Um.. anyway. Im going to go change.” Sofia runs off to change into her dress.
Reyna sits down, looking on her phone for good bars and waiting patiently for Sofia to come back.
Sofia returns. The dress is a little immodest. There is a deep v to show off her legs. “How do I look?”
"Damn girl... you look amazing. You're gonna have jaws dropping all night. Did you have a specific bar you wanted to go to by the way?"
“Um. Maybe a bar to talk to.. other women?” She looks at her with an embarrassed smile.
"Lesbian bar, I gotcha." She looks at her phone. "Theres a few nearby, theres this one called The Cuddyhole that looks pretty nice, and the reviews say its really mutant friendly too, which is great cause you dont want racists."
“That sounds nice. No racists definitely. I don’t plan on drinking a whole lot. Even though I am quite the heavyweight. Most people in Russia are.” Sofia says.
"Oh Titans. Alright, well don't expect me to drink much either cause I'm a total lightweight." She giggles. "You want me to help you with some makeup before we go? Maybe a red wing and lip? Or red eyeshadow and a black wing..."
“Red lipstick. Match my outfit.” Sofia goes and finds a shad that matches her outfit.
"Awesome." She grabs a small stick of red eyeliner and a mini mirror, giving herself a wing before returning her attention to Sofia. "You ready to go?"
She nods. The two walk out, Sofia gives a few last instructions to the babysitter before leaving. “I am a bit nervous.”
"Thats normal I think. But this is gonna be fun, thats the goal of the night right? Have fun. Besides, you're a knockout and you're super sweet. Any girl would be lucky to have you."
“Thank you. Alright. Let’s do this.” They make their way over to the bar. They get in and sit at a table. Sofia is just looking down. “What should I get? I think I might just do some vodka on ice.”
"Just vodka? You really do like it strong... hm. I dont know. Thinking I'm gonna get a lemon drop." She starts looking around the room in search of someone to get Sofia talking to.
Despite it being a lesbian bar, there was a group of guys being annoying. It was a wonder they hadn’t been kicked out yet.
They get their drinks and take a few sips. “So.. this place is nice.”
She side eyes the men but decides not to pay them any mind. No need to make a scene. "It is... I've actually never been to a lesbian bar before either. Been wanting to for a while though."
The men see the two and start talking to each other.
“Why are they here then? I thought the requirement for a lesbian was that you were a woman?”
"I mean- yeah. Lesbians are women, but its still a bar. A mainly lesbian bar, but any queer person can come if they want. Gay men, trans people, allies just wing manning their friends..." She shrugs. "I'm sure those guys are just a bunch of cis straight assholes who think they can turn a lesbian straight, but kicking someone out of a queer bar on the basis of gender or sexuality just isnt a great look..."
“I suppose. Still not great that they are here. But if they haven’t done anything I guess it’s ok.” One of the guys whistles at a woman and she looks visibly disgusted with him.
She chuckles a little. “Seems that’s the general consensus.”
"Yeah. Shame its not illegal to be a creep. But hey, tonight isnt about boys! Its about finding you a pretty girl."
“Yes. I suppose so.” She smiles. She takes a sip of her drink and looks over.
There is a woman in a yellow dress. She seems about early 20s and is talking to a group of other women. “She seems nice.”
One of the assholes goes over to the woman and he slaps her ass. “Oh dear! Someone should tell him off!”
"Usually wouldnt go straight for someone in a group, but..." She pauses, glaring at the man and resisting the urge to snap her fingers and murder him on the spot. "...yeah. Someone does need to tell him off. What do you say about it being us?"
The woman turns around and punches the guy right in the face. He tries to swing back but she ducks then kicks him in the nuts. She then keeps kicking him in the side. “Oh…” Sofia says. She seems a little flustered.
"Damn... now that is hot." Reyna grins. "You definitely gotta go talk to her now! You can compliment her on her technique."
“Oh goodness no I couldn’t! I know nothing about fighting! Could you talk to her for me?” She asks.
"That is the point of a wing woman... watch my drink, I got you." She stands up, walking across the bar over to where the woman is still kicking the scum. "Mean right hook you got there, huh?"
The woman lands one final kick before the other guys drag him away and leave the bar.
“Yeah. I box on the weekends. I could give you some lessons if you wanted. Can’t let those creeps get away with shit like that.” She says shaking her hand. The knuckles showing some signs of bruising.
"Thats impressive, and I agree. Not sure I need the lessons, but my friend over there would love them." She gestures over toward Sofia. "We both just couldn't help but admire how graceful your technique is. Very smooth dodge."
“Sorry. Not looking for a throuple. Though she is pretty cute.” The woman admits looking her up and down. Sofia gives a shy wave.
"Oh no, I've already got a partner. We're just friends. She is really cute though, isnt she? Super sweet too, like I'm pretty sure she was literally made in a lab from sugar, spice, and everything nice."
“Yeah. Not that this is a breaking factor, would you happen to know how old she is?” The woman asks.
"Fourty six I believe."
“Wow. She’s aged wonderfully. Hell I’m 23 and she could pass for my age. Yeah let me talk to her.” The two walk back over.
“Hey, I’m Tanya. What’s your name gorgeous?” She says.
She takes a sip of her drink, giving Sofia a supportive thumbs up, happy to just see how this goes.
“Hi.. s-Sofia.”
“Hey take it easy I’m not gonna bite. Unless you want me to.” Tanya flirts.
Sofia blushes and smiles a big stupid smile. “My goodness! You really go for the throat with your approach don’t you?”
“Usually. That’s how I am with my partners as well. What ya drinking there?”
“Oh just vodka on ice. Nothing too crazy for me.”
“Just that? Oh I bet I could out drink you.”
Sofia seems serious. “Hah. I’m sure you could dear.” She stands up. A little taller than Tanya. She goes over and orders four large pints of beer. She brings them back over and sets them on the table.
“Sit.” She commands to Tanya.
Reyna raises an eyebrow at Sofias boldness. "Crazy Russians... not gonna drink a lot my ass." She mumbles, watching the competition with interest.
Tanya blushes at the command but doesn’t back down. “I got this. We betting on something?”
“If I win, I get to kiss you. If you win, I give you my number.” Sofia says.
“Oh I’m getting that number.”
“Count us down.”
Reyna counts them down and they both start chugging the beer. Sofia doesn’t seem to be breaking a sweat. Tanya, by the bottom of her first pint, seems a bit nervous.
“How are you holding up cutie?” Sofia says. It’s evident that the vodka has kicked in.
Tanya blushes. “I could do this all night.”
Sofia chugs the last pint and slams the pint on the table. Wiping her mouth.
Tanya seems to be getting more than a little tipsy. She can barely hold up the pint. “Fuck.. fine. You win..”
Tanya’s friends cheer from across the bar for Sofia.
Reyna laughs, her tail flicking excitedly. This is fun to watch. "How fun... guess its time to get your kiss then, huh Sof?"
Sofia walks over and tilts Tanya’s face up. She leans down and places a big kiss right on her cheek. “Oh dear. It seems I missed.” She kisses her face again, the other cheek this time. “Oh darn. I missed again. Can you believe this Reyna?” Sofia clearly knows what she’s doing.
"Mhm. You might need lessons. Tanya, I'm not sure my friend knows what shes doing."
Tanya grabs Sofia by the collar of her dress and pulls her in for a kiss.
The two kiss for a while before Sofia pulls back. “Goodness!”
“Wow..” Tanya says. “So uh.. I know I lost. But do you mind if I still get your number?”
Sofia pulls out her phone and hands it to her. “Go ahead and put yourself in my contacts.”
Tanya does just that. “I’ll uh.. see you again some time?”
“Oh honey we just got here. We aren’t going for a while.”
Reyna smiles, glad to see Sofia enjoying herself so much. "I'll let you girls talk a bit... think I might need to catch up, drinkwise." She walks off to the bar, ordering her second lemon drop and hanging out over there to just watch the couple from afar and give them space.
The two talk for a while. Flirting back and forth. Both blushing like crazy.
Reyna has a few drinks as she watches, stopping a few times to drunk text her boyfriend and tell him exactly how much she loves him. After they'd been there a while she walks back over to them, leaning against the table. "Heyyy Sof... how ya doin?"
Sofia and Tanya both hand a few new lipstick marks on each other’s face and arms. “Oh hey Reyna. It’s going well.”
"Yayy! Glad we found a pretty girl for you to hang out with. You deserve it, cause you're awesome." Boops Sofias nose.
She giggles. “Yeah thanks. Happy to have someone now. Ugh you are so much better than my ex husband already. He was a real piece of work.”
“Oh tell me about it. My last boyfriend was an asshole. He wanted me to be one of those housewives who just has kids and takes care of them.”
“How unfortunate. I’m glad you got out of that situation.”
“So am I.”
"Mhm, men suck. ... ...wait. I'm a man. I dont suck, right?" She might be a little drunk. She sounds genuinely devastated by the idea she might suck.
“You’re a man?” Tanya asks.
“Shapeshifter.” Sofia answers.
“Ah. Ok. Gotcha. I mean, you haven’t tried to hit on me or touch me without my consent so I’d say you are doing alright for yourself.”
"Oh! Good. I dont want to suck. My Mom's raised me right. Theyre awesome." She boops Sofias nose again. "You thought they were awesome too."
Sofia seems confused. “I have not met your moms? I was not aware of them in the first place either I guess.”
"Oh yeah, I forgot you forgot. Magics so weird and lame like that." She shrugs. "Oh well. Probably for the best."
“Wait. Did something happen? What happened.”
“Magic is weird doll. I wouldn’t worry about it.” Tanya says.
She nods in agreement. "Mhm. You dont need magical shenanigans in your life. Its so much work."
She sighs. “I guess. I’m still confused as to what you mean however.”
“Ah it’s probably nothing.”
Hemlock feels a call. He answers to find Sofia. The woman he helped rescue from an abusive relationship. The mother of Mod, also known as Aleksander.
She was holding up two dresses. One was a crimson cocktail dress, the other was a bright yellow sundress.
“Hemlock. Thank goodness. I cannot decide between these two dresses.”
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He drops down, looking amused at the reason for the call. He tilts his head, looking between the two dresses. "They're both gorgeous... depends what the occasion is. Yellow one is more fun, carefree, summery. Red one is more hot, sexy, fancy."
Sofia looks down. “I want something that will help me get a date. I was planning to go to a bar. A note on my arm said I should.”
"Oooh! Can I come too? I can wingman!" Her form instantly changing to a succubus in a blank and red dress with rose patterning. "You should wear the red, we can match."
“Ok. Red it is. I already hired a baby sitter for Aleksander.” She can’t help but stare at the new form. “Wow. You are stunning.”
"Oh. Thanks." She blushes lightly. "I'm a uh- succubus. A sex demon. So- you know. Magically and unnaturally sexy." Definitely selling herself a little short there, but not by much. Helps that Hemlock is just naturally pretty even as a kitsune.
“O-oh.. sorry. I don’t think it’s unnatural. Um.. anyway. Im going to go change.” Sofia runs off to change into her dress.
Reyna sits down, looking on her phone for good bars and waiting patiently for Sofia to come back.
Sofia returns. The dress is a little immodest. There is a deep v to show off her legs. “How do I look?”
"Damn girl... you look amazing. You're gonna have jaws dropping all night. Did you have a specific bar you wanted to go to by the way?"
“Um. Maybe a bar to talk to.. other women?” She looks at her with an embarrassed smile.
"Lesbian bar, I gotcha." She looks at her phone. "Theres a few nearby, theres this one called The Cuddyhole that looks pretty nice, and the reviews say its really mutant friendly too, which is great cause you dont want racists."
“That sounds nice. No racists definitely. I don’t plan on drinking a whole lot. Even though I am quite the heavyweight. Most people in Russia are.” Sofia says.
"Oh Titans. Alright, well don't expect me to drink much either cause I'm a total lightweight." She giggles. "You want me to help you with some makeup before we go? Maybe a red wing and lip? Or red eyeshadow and a black wing..."
“Red lipstick. Match my outfit.” Sofia goes and finds a shad that matches her outfit.
"Awesome." She grabs a small stick of red eyeliner and a mini mirror, giving herself a wing before returning her attention to Sofia. "You ready to go?"
She nods. The two walk out, Sofia gives a few last instructions to the babysitter before leaving. “I am a bit nervous.”
"Thats normal I think. But this is gonna be fun, thats the goal of the night right? Have fun. Besides, you're a knockout and you're super sweet. Any girl would be lucky to have you."
“Thank you. Alright. Let’s do this.” They make their way over to the bar. They get in and sit at a table. Sofia is just looking down. “What should I get? I think I might just do some vodka on ice.”
"Just vodka? You really do like it strong... hm. I dont know. Thinking I'm gonna get a lemon drop." She starts looking around the room in search of someone to get Sofia talking to.
Despite it being a lesbian bar, there was a group of guys being annoying. It was a wonder they hadn’t been kicked out yet.
They get their drinks and take a few sips. “So.. this place is nice.”
She side eyes the men but decides not to pay them any mind. No need to make a scene. "It is... I've actually never been to a lesbian bar before either. Been wanting to for a while though."
The men see the two and start talking to each other.
“Why are they here then? I thought the requirement for a lesbian was that you were a woman?”
"I mean- yeah. Lesbians are women, but its still a bar. A mainly lesbian bar, but any queer person can come if they want. Gay men, trans people, allies just wing manning their friends..." She shrugs. "I'm sure those guys are just a bunch of cis straight assholes who think they can turn a lesbian straight, but kicking someone out of a queer bar on the basis of gender or sexuality just isnt a great look..."
“I suppose. Still not great that they are here. But if they haven’t done anything I guess it’s ok.” One of the guys whistles at a woman and she looks visibly disgusted with him.
She chuckles a little. “Seems that’s the general consensus.”
"Yeah. Shame its not illegal to be a creep. But hey, tonight isnt about boys! Its about finding you a pretty girl."
“Yes. I suppose so.” She smiles. She takes a sip of her drink and looks over.
There is a woman in a yellow dress. She seems about early 20s and is talking to a group of other women. “She seems nice.”
One of the assholes goes over to the woman and he slaps her ass. “Oh dear! Someone should tell him off!”
"Usually wouldnt go straight for someone in a group, but..." She pauses, glaring at the man and resisting the urge to snap her fingers and murder him on the spot. "...yeah. Someone does need to tell him off. What do you say about it being us?"
The woman turns around and punches the guy right in the face. He tries to swing back but she ducks then kicks him in the nuts. She then keeps kicking him in the side. “Oh…” Sofia says. She seems a little flustered.
"Damn... now that is hot." Reyna grins. "You definitely gotta go talk to her now! You can compliment her on her technique."
“Oh goodness no I couldn’t! I know nothing about fighting! Could you talk to her for me?” She asks.
"That is the point of a wing woman... watch my drink, I got you." She stands up, walking across the bar over to where the woman is still kicking the scum. "Mean right hook you got there, huh?"
The woman lands one final kick before the other guys drag him away and leave the bar.
“Yeah. I box on the weekends. I could give you some lessons if you wanted. Can’t let those creeps get away with shit like that.” She says shaking her hand. The knuckles showing some signs of bruising.
"Thats impressive, and I agree. Not sure I need the lessons, but my friend over there would love them." She gestures over toward Sofia. "We both just couldn't help but admire how graceful your technique is. Very smooth dodge."
“Sorry. Not looking for a throuple. Though she is pretty cute.” The woman admits looking her up and down. Sofia gives a shy wave.
"Oh no, I've already got a partner. We're just friends. She is really cute though, isnt she? Super sweet too, like I'm pretty sure she was literally made in a lab from sugar, spice, and everything nice."
“Yeah. Not that this is a breaking factor, would you happen to know how old she is?” The woman asks.
"Fourty six I believe."
“Wow. She’s aged wonderfully. Hell I’m 23 and she could pass for my age. Yeah let me talk to her.” The two walk back over.
“Hey, I’m Tanya. What’s your name gorgeous?” She says.
She takes a sip of her drink, giving Sofia a supportive thumbs up, happy to just see how this goes.
“Hi.. s-Sofia.”
“Hey take it easy I’m not gonna bite. Unless you want me to.” Tanya flirts.
Sofia blushes and smiles a big stupid smile. “My goodness! You really go for the throat with your approach don’t you?”
“Usually. That’s how I am with my partners as well. What ya drinking there?”
“Oh just vodka on ice. Nothing too crazy for me.”
“Just that? Oh I bet I could out drink you.”
Sofia seems serious. “Hah. I’m sure you could dear.” She stands up. A little taller than Tanya. She goes over and orders four large pints of beer. She brings them back over and sets them on the table.
“Sit.” She commands to Tanya.
Reyna raises an eyebrow at Sofias boldness. "Crazy Russians... not gonna drink a lot my ass." She mumbles, watching the competition with interest.
Tanya blushes at the command but doesn’t back down. “I got this. We betting on something?”
“If I win, I get to kiss you. If you win, I give you my number.” Sofia says.
“Oh I’m getting that number.”
“Count us down.”
Reyna counts them down and they both start chugging the beer. Sofia doesn’t seem to be breaking a sweat. Tanya, by the bottom of her first pint, seems a bit nervous.
“How are you holding up cutie?” Sofia says. It’s evident that the vodka has kicked in.
Tanya blushes. “I could do this all night.”
Sofia chugs the last pint and slams the pint on the table. Wiping her mouth.
Tanya seems to be getting more than a little tipsy. She can barely hold up the pint. “Fuck.. fine. You win..”
Tanya’s friends cheer from across the bar for Sofia.
Reyna laughs, her tail flicking excitedly. This is fun to watch. "How fun... guess its time to get your kiss then, huh Sof?"
Sofia walks over and tilts Tanya’s face up. She leans down and places a big kiss right on her cheek. “Oh dear. It seems I missed.” She kisses her face again, the other cheek this time. “Oh darn. I missed again. Can you believe this Reyna?” Sofia clearly knows what she’s doing.
"Mhm. You might need lessons. Tanya, I'm not sure my friend knows what shes doing."
Tanya grabs Sofia by the collar of her dress and pulls her in for a kiss.
The two kiss for a while before Sofia pulls back. “Goodness!”
“Wow..” Tanya says. “So uh.. I know I lost. But do you mind if I still get your number?”
Sofia pulls out her phone and hands it to her. “Go ahead and put yourself in my contacts.”
Tanya does just that. “I’ll uh.. see you again some time?”
“Oh honey we just got here. We aren’t going for a while.”
Reyna smiles, glad to see Sofia enjoying herself so much. "I'll let you girls talk a bit... think I might need to catch up, drinkwise." She walks off to the bar, ordering her second lemon drop and hanging out over there to just watch the couple from afar and give them space.
The two talk for a while. Flirting back and forth. Both blushing like crazy.
Reyna has a few drinks as she watches, stopping a few times to drunk text her boyfriend and tell him exactly how much she loves him. After they'd been there a while she walks back over to them, leaning against the table. "Heyyy Sof... how ya doin?"
Sofia and Tanya both hand a few new lipstick marks on each other’s face and arms. “Oh hey Reyna. It’s going well.”
"Yayy! Glad we found a pretty girl for you to hang out with. You deserve it, cause you're awesome." Boops Sofias nose.
She giggles. “Yeah thanks. Happy to have someone now. Ugh you are so much better than my ex husband already. He was a real piece of work.”
“Oh tell me about it. My last boyfriend was an asshole. He wanted me to be one of those housewives who just has kids and takes care of them.”
“How unfortunate. I’m glad you got out of that situation.”
“So am I.”
"Mhm, men suck. ... ...wait. I'm a man. I dont suck, right?" She might be a little drunk. She sounds genuinely devastated by the idea she might suck.
“You’re a man?” Tanya asks.
“Shapeshifter.” Sofia answers.
“Ah. Ok. Gotcha. I mean, you haven’t tried to hit on me or touch me without my consent so I’d say you are doing alright for yourself.”
"Oh! Good. I dont want to suck. My Mom's raised me right. Theyre awesome." She boops Sofias nose again. "You thought they were awesome too."
Sofia seems confused. “I have not met your moms? I was not aware of them in the first place either I guess.”
"Oh yeah, I forgot you forgot. Magics so weird and lame like that." She shrugs. "Oh well. Probably for the best."
“Wait. Did something happen? What happened.”
“Magic is weird doll. I wouldn’t worry about it.” Tanya says.
Hemlock feels a call. He answers to find Sofia. The woman he helped rescue from an abusive relationship. The mother of Mod, also known as Aleksander.
She was holding up two dresses. One was a crimson cocktail dress, the other was a bright yellow sundress.
“Hemlock. Thank goodness. I cannot decide between these two dresses.”
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He drops down, looking amused at the reason for the call. He tilts his head, looking between the two dresses. "They're both gorgeous... depends what the occasion is. Yellow one is more fun, carefree, summery. Red one is more hot, sexy, fancy."
Sofia looks down. “I want something that will help me get a date. I was planning to go to a bar. A note on my arm said I should.”
"Oooh! Can I come too? I can wingman!" Her form instantly changing to a succubus in a blank and red dress with rose patterning. "You should wear the red, we can match."
“Ok. Red it is. I already hired a baby sitter for Aleksander.” She can’t help but stare at the new form. “Wow. You are stunning.”
"Oh. Thanks." She blushes lightly. "I'm a uh- succubus. A sex demon. So- you know. Magically and unnaturally sexy." Definitely selling herself a little short there, but not by much. Helps that Hemlock is just naturally pretty even as a kitsune.
“O-oh.. sorry. I don’t think it’s unnatural. Um.. anyway. Im going to go change.” Sofia runs off to change into her dress.
Reyna sits down, looking on her phone for good bars and waiting patiently for Sofia to come back.
Sofia returns. The dress is a little immodest. There is a deep v to show off her legs. “How do I look?”
"Damn girl... you look amazing. You're gonna have jaws dropping all night. Did you have a specific bar you wanted to go to by the way?"
“Um. Maybe a bar to talk to.. other women?” She looks at her with an embarrassed smile.
"Lesbian bar, I gotcha." She looks at her phone. "Theres a few nearby, theres this one called The Cuddyhole that looks pretty nice, and the reviews say its really mutant friendly too, which is great cause you dont want racists."
“That sounds nice. No racists definitely. I don’t plan on drinking a whole lot. Even though I am quite the heavyweight. Most people in Russia are.” Sofia says.
"Oh Titans. Alright, well don't expect me to drink much either cause I'm a total lightweight." She giggles. "You want me to help you with some makeup before we go? Maybe a red wing and lip? Or red eyeshadow and a black wing..."
“Red lipstick. Match my outfit.” Sofia goes and finds a shad that matches her outfit.
"Awesome." She grabs a small stick of red eyeliner and a mini mirror, giving herself a wing before returning her attention to Sofia. "You ready to go?"
She nods. The two walk out, Sofia gives a few last instructions to the babysitter before leaving. “I am a bit nervous.”
"Thats normal I think. But this is gonna be fun, thats the goal of the night right? Have fun. Besides, you're a knockout and you're super sweet. Any girl would be lucky to have you."
“Thank you. Alright. Let’s do this.” They make their way over to the bar. They get in and sit at a table. Sofia is just looking down. “What should I get? I think I might just do some vodka on ice.”
"Just vodka? You really do like it strong... hm. I dont know. Thinking I'm gonna get a lemon drop." She starts looking around the room in search of someone to get Sofia talking to.
Despite it being a lesbian bar, there was a group of guys being annoying. It was a wonder they hadn’t been kicked out yet.
They get their drinks and take a few sips. “So.. this place is nice.”
She side eyes the men but decides not to pay them any mind. No need to make a scene. "It is... I've actually never been to a lesbian bar before either. Been wanting to for a while though."
The men see the two and start talking to each other.
“Why are they here then? I thought the requirement for a lesbian was that you were a woman?”
"I mean- yeah. Lesbians are women, but its still a bar. A mainly lesbian bar, but any queer person can come if they want. Gay men, trans people, allies just wing manning their friends..." She shrugs. "I'm sure those guys are just a bunch of cis straight assholes who think they can turn a lesbian straight, but kicking someone out of a queer bar on the basis of gender or sexuality just isnt a great look..."
“I suppose. Still not great that they are here. But if they haven’t done anything I guess it’s ok.” One of the guys whistles at a woman and she looks visibly disgusted with him.
She chuckles a little. “Seems that’s the general consensus.”
"Yeah. Shame its not illegal to be a creep. But hey, tonight isnt about boys! Its about finding you a pretty girl."
“Yes. I suppose so.” She smiles. She takes a sip of her drink and looks over.
There is a woman in a yellow dress. She seems about early 20s and is talking to a group of other women. “She seems nice.”
One of the assholes goes over to the woman and he slaps her ass. “Oh dear! Someone should tell him off!”
"Usually wouldnt go straight for someone in a group, but..." She pauses, glaring at the man and resisting the urge to snap her fingers and murder him on the spot. "...yeah. Someone does need to tell him off. What do you say about it being us?"
The woman turns around and punches the guy right in the face. He tries to swing back but she ducks then kicks him in the nuts. She then keeps kicking him in the side. “Oh…” Sofia says. She seems a little flustered.
"Damn... now that is hot." Reyna grins. "You definitely gotta go talk to her now! You can compliment her on her technique."
“Oh goodness no I couldn’t! I know nothing about fighting! Could you talk to her for me?” She asks.
"That is the point of a wing woman... watch my drink, I got you." She stands up, walking across the bar over to where the woman is still kicking the scum. "Mean right hook you got there, huh?"
The woman lands one final kick before the other guys drag him away and leave the bar.
“Yeah. I box on the weekends. I could give you some lessons if you wanted. Can’t let those creeps get away with shit like that.” She says shaking her hand. The knuckles showing some signs of bruising.
"Thats impressive, and I agree. Not sure I need the lessons, but my friend over there would love them." She gestures over toward Sofia. "We both just couldn't help but admire how graceful your technique is. Very smooth dodge."
“Sorry. Not looking for a throuple. Though she is pretty cute.” The woman admits looking her up and down. Sofia gives a shy wave.
"Oh no, I've already got a partner. We're just friends. She is really cute though, isnt she? Super sweet too, like I'm pretty sure she was literally made in a lab from sugar, spice, and everything nice."
“Yeah. Not that this is a breaking factor, would you happen to know how old she is?” The woman asks.
"Fourty six I believe."
“Wow. She’s aged wonderfully. Hell I’m 23 and she could pass for my age. Yeah let me talk to her.” The two walk back over.
“Hey, I’m Tanya. What’s your name gorgeous?” She says.
She takes a sip of her drink, giving Sofia a supportive thumbs up, happy to just see how this goes.
“Hi.. s-Sofia.”
“Hey take it easy I’m not gonna bite. Unless you want me to.” Tanya flirts.
Sofia blushes and smiles a big stupid smile. “My goodness! You really go for the throat with your approach don’t you?”
“Usually. That’s how I am with my partners as well. What ya drinking there?”
“Oh just vodka on ice. Nothing too crazy for me.”
“Just that? Oh I bet I could out drink you.”
Sofia seems serious. “Hah. I’m sure you could dear.” She stands up. A little taller than Tanya. She goes over and orders four large pints of beer. She brings them back over and sets them on the table.
“Sit.” She commands to Tanya.
Reyna raises an eyebrow at Sofias boldness. "Crazy Russians... not gonna drink a lot my ass." She mumbles, watching the competition with interest.
Tanya blushes at the command but doesn’t back down. “I got this. We betting on something?”
“If I win, I get to kiss you. If you win, I give you my number.” Sofia says.
“Oh I’m getting that number.”
“Count us down.”
Reyna counts them down and they both start chugging the beer. Sofia doesn’t seem to be breaking a sweat. Tanya, by the bottom of her first pint, seems a bit nervous.
“How are you holding up cutie?” Sofia says. It’s evident that the vodka has kicked in.
Tanya blushes. “I could do this all night.”
Sofia chugs the last pint and slams the pint on the table. Wiping her mouth.
Tanya seems to be getting more than a little tipsy. She can barely hold up the pint. “Fuck.. fine. You win..”
Tanya’s friends cheer from across the bar for Sofia.
Reyna laughs, her tail flicking excitedly. This is fun to watch. "How fun... guess its time to get your kiss then, huh Sof?"
Sofia walks over and tilts Tanya’s face up. She leans down and places a big kiss right on her cheek. “Oh dear. It seems I missed.” She kisses her face again, the other cheek this time. “Oh darn. I missed again. Can you believe this Reyna?” Sofia clearly knows what she’s doing.
"Mhm. You might need lessons. Tanya, I'm not sure my friend knows what shes doing."
Tanya grabs Sofia by the collar of her dress and pulls her in for a kiss.
The two kiss for a while before Sofia pulls back. “Goodness!”
“Wow..” Tanya says. “So uh.. I know I lost. But do you mind if I still get your number?”
Sofia pulls out her phone and hands it to her. “Go ahead and put yourself in my contacts.”
Tanya does just that. “I’ll uh.. see you again some time?”
“Oh honey we just got here. We aren’t going for a while.”
Reyna smiles, glad to see Sofia enjoying herself so much. "I'll let you girls talk a bit... think I might need to catch up, drinkwise." She walks off to the bar, ordering her second lemon drop and hanging out over there to just watch the couple from afar and give them space.
The two talk for a while. Flirting back and forth. Both blushing like crazy.
Reyna has a few drinks as she watches, stopping a few times to drunk text her boyfriend and tell him exactly how much she loves him. After they'd been there a while she walks back over to them, leaning against the table. "Heyyy Sof... how ya doin?"
Sofia and Tanya both hand a few new lipstick marks on each other’s face and arms. “Oh hey Reyna. It’s going well.”
"Yayy! Glad we found a pretty girl for you to hang out with. You deserve it, cause you're awesome." Boops Sofias nose.
She giggles. “Yeah thanks. Happy to have someone now. Ugh you are so much better than my ex husband already. He was a real piece of work.”
“Oh tell me about it. My last boyfriend was an asshole. He wanted me to be one of those housewives who just has kids and takes care of them.”
“How unfortunate. I’m glad you got out of that situation.”
“So am I.”
"Mhm, men suck. ... ...wait. I'm a man. I dont suck, right?" She might be a little drunk. She sounds genuinely devastated by the idea she might suck.
“You’re a man?” Tanya asks.
“Shapeshifter.” Sofia answers.
“Ah. Ok. Gotcha. I mean, you haven’t tried to hit on me or touch me without my consent so I’d say you are doing alright for yourself.”
"Oh! Good. I dont want to suck. My Mom's raised me right. Theyre awesome." She boops Sofias nose again. "You thought they were awesome too."
Sofia seems confused. “I have not met your moms? I was not aware of them in the first place either I guess.”
Hemlock feels a call. He answers to find Sofia. The woman he helped rescue from an abusive relationship. The mother of Mod, also known as Aleksander.
She was holding up two dresses. One was a crimson cocktail dress, the other was a bright yellow sundress.
“Hemlock. Thank goodness. I cannot decide between these two dresses.”
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He drops down, looking amused at the reason for the call. He tilts his head, looking between the two dresses. "They're both gorgeous... depends what the occasion is. Yellow one is more fun, carefree, summery. Red one is more hot, sexy, fancy."
Sofia looks down. “I want something that will help me get a date. I was planning to go to a bar. A note on my arm said I should.”
"Oooh! Can I come too? I can wingman!" Her form instantly changing to a succubus in a blank and red dress with rose patterning. "You should wear the red, we can match."
“Ok. Red it is. I already hired a baby sitter for Aleksander.” She can’t help but stare at the new form. “Wow. You are stunning.”
"Oh. Thanks." She blushes lightly. "I'm a uh- succubus. A sex demon. So- you know. Magically and unnaturally sexy." Definitely selling herself a little short there, but not by much. Helps that Hemlock is just naturally pretty even as a kitsune.
“O-oh.. sorry. I don’t think it’s unnatural. Um.. anyway. Im going to go change.” Sofia runs off to change into her dress.
Reyna sits down, looking on her phone for good bars and waiting patiently for Sofia to come back.
Sofia returns. The dress is a little immodest. There is a deep v to show off her legs. “How do I look?”
"Damn girl... you look amazing. You're gonna have jaws dropping all night. Did you have a specific bar you wanted to go to by the way?"
“Um. Maybe a bar to talk to.. other women?” She looks at her with an embarrassed smile.
"Lesbian bar, I gotcha." She looks at her phone. "Theres a few nearby, theres this one called The Cuddyhole that looks pretty nice, and the reviews say its really mutant friendly too, which is great cause you dont want racists."
“That sounds nice. No racists definitely. I don’t plan on drinking a whole lot. Even though I am quite the heavyweight. Most people in Russia are.” Sofia says.
"Oh Titans. Alright, well don't expect me to drink much either cause I'm a total lightweight." She giggles. "You want me to help you with some makeup before we go? Maybe a red wing and lip? Or red eyeshadow and a black wing..."
“Red lipstick. Match my outfit.” Sofia goes and finds a shad that matches her outfit.
"Awesome." She grabs a small stick of red eyeliner and a mini mirror, giving herself a wing before returning her attention to Sofia. "You ready to go?"
She nods. The two walk out, Sofia gives a few last instructions to the babysitter before leaving. “I am a bit nervous.”
"Thats normal I think. But this is gonna be fun, thats the goal of the night right? Have fun. Besides, you're a knockout and you're super sweet. Any girl would be lucky to have you."
“Thank you. Alright. Let’s do this.” They make their way over to the bar. They get in and sit at a table. Sofia is just looking down. “What should I get? I think I might just do some vodka on ice.”
"Just vodka? You really do like it strong... hm. I dont know. Thinking I'm gonna get a lemon drop." She starts looking around the room in search of someone to get Sofia talking to.
Despite it being a lesbian bar, there was a group of guys being annoying. It was a wonder they hadn’t been kicked out yet.
They get their drinks and take a few sips. “So.. this place is nice.”
She side eyes the men but decides not to pay them any mind. No need to make a scene. "It is... I've actually never been to a lesbian bar before either. Been wanting to for a while though."
The men see the two and start talking to each other.
“Why are they here then? I thought the requirement for a lesbian was that you were a woman?”
"I mean- yeah. Lesbians are women, but its still a bar. A mainly lesbian bar, but any queer person can come if they want. Gay men, trans people, allies just wing manning their friends..." She shrugs. "I'm sure those guys are just a bunch of cis straight assholes who think they can turn a lesbian straight, but kicking someone out of a queer bar on the basis of gender or sexuality just isnt a great look..."
“I suppose. Still not great that they are here. But if they haven’t done anything I guess it’s ok.” One of the guys whistles at a woman and she looks visibly disgusted with him.
She chuckles a little. “Seems that’s the general consensus.”
"Yeah. Shame its not illegal to be a creep. But hey, tonight isnt about boys! Its about finding you a pretty girl."
“Yes. I suppose so.” She smiles. She takes a sip of her drink and looks over.
There is a woman in a yellow dress. She seems about early 20s and is talking to a group of other women. “She seems nice.”
One of the assholes goes over to the woman and he slaps her ass. “Oh dear! Someone should tell him off!”
"Usually wouldnt go straight for someone in a group, but..." She pauses, glaring at the man and resisting the urge to snap her fingers and murder him on the spot. "...yeah. Someone does need to tell him off. What do you say about it being us?"
The woman turns around and punches the guy right in the face. He tries to swing back but she ducks then kicks him in the nuts. She then keeps kicking him in the side. “Oh…” Sofia says. She seems a little flustered.
"Damn... now that is hot." Reyna grins. "You definitely gotta go talk to her now! You can compliment her on her technique."
“Oh goodness no I couldn’t! I know nothing about fighting! Could you talk to her for me?” She asks.
"That is the point of a wing woman... watch my drink, I got you." She stands up, walking across the bar over to where the woman is still kicking the scum. "Mean right hook you got there, huh?"
The woman lands one final kick before the other guys drag him away and leave the bar.
“Yeah. I box on the weekends. I could give you some lessons if you wanted. Can’t let those creeps get away with shit like that.” She says shaking her hand. The knuckles showing some signs of bruising.
"Thats impressive, and I agree. Not sure I need the lessons, but my friend over there would love them." She gestures over toward Sofia. "We both just couldn't help but admire how graceful your technique is. Very smooth dodge."
“Sorry. Not looking for a throuple. Though she is pretty cute.” The woman admits looking her up and down. Sofia gives a shy wave.
"Oh no, I've already got a partner. We're just friends. She is really cute though, isnt she? Super sweet too, like I'm pretty sure she was literally made in a lab from sugar, spice, and everything nice."
“Yeah. Not that this is a breaking factor, would you happen to know how old she is?” The woman asks.
"Fourty six I believe."
“Wow. She’s aged wonderfully. Hell I’m 23 and she could pass for my age. Yeah let me talk to her.” The two walk back over.
“Hey, I’m Tanya. What’s your name gorgeous?” She says.
She takes a sip of her drink, giving Sofia a supportive thumbs up, happy to just see how this goes.
“Hi.. s-Sofia.”
“Hey take it easy I’m not gonna bite. Unless you want me to.” Tanya flirts.
Sofia blushes and smiles a big stupid smile. “My goodness! You really go for the throat with your approach don’t you?”
“Usually. That’s how I am with my partners as well. What ya drinking there?”
“Oh just vodka on ice. Nothing too crazy for me.”
“Just that? Oh I bet I could out drink you.”
Sofia seems serious. “Hah. I’m sure you could dear.” She stands up. A little taller than Tanya. She goes over and orders four large pints of beer. She brings them back over and sets them on the table.
“Sit.” She commands to Tanya.
Reyna raises an eyebrow at Sofias boldness. "Crazy Russians... not gonna drink a lot my ass." She mumbles, watching the competition with interest.
Tanya blushes at the command but doesn’t back down. “I got this. We betting on something?”
“If I win, I get to kiss you. If you win, I give you my number.” Sofia says.
“Oh I’m getting that number.”
“Count us down.”
Reyna counts them down and they both start chugging the beer. Sofia doesn’t seem to be breaking a sweat. Tanya, by the bottom of her first pint, seems a bit nervous.
“How are you holding up cutie?” Sofia says. It’s evident that the vodka has kicked in.
Tanya blushes. “I could do this all night.”
Sofia chugs the last pint and slams the pint on the table. Wiping her mouth.
Tanya seems to be getting more than a little tipsy. She can barely hold up the pint. “Fuck.. fine. You win..”
Tanya’s friends cheer from across the bar for Sofia.
Reyna laughs, her tail flicking excitedly. This is fun to watch. "How fun... guess its time to get your kiss then, huh Sof?"
Sofia walks over and tilts Tanya’s face up. She leans down and places a big kiss right on her cheek. “Oh dear. It seems I missed.” She kisses her face again, the other cheek this time. “Oh darn. I missed again. Can you believe this Reyna?” Sofia clearly knows what she’s doing.
"Mhm. You might need lessons. Tanya, I'm not sure my friend knows what shes doing."
Tanya grabs Sofia by the collar of her dress and pulls her in for a kiss.
The two kiss for a while before Sofia pulls back. “Goodness!”
“Wow..” Tanya says. “So uh.. I know I lost. But do you mind if I still get your number?”
Sofia pulls out her phone and hands it to her. “Go ahead and put yourself in my contacts.”
Tanya does just that. “I’ll uh.. see you again some time?”
“Oh honey we just got here. We aren’t going for a while.”
Reyna smiles, glad to see Sofia enjoying herself so much. "I'll let you girls talk a bit... think I might need to catch up, drinkwise." She walks off to the bar, ordering her second lemon drop and hanging out over there to just watch the couple from afar and give them space.
The two talk for a while. Flirting back and forth. Both blushing like crazy.
Reyna has a few drinks as she watches, stopping a few times to drunk text her boyfriend and tell him exactly how much she loves him. After they'd been there a while she walks back over to them, leaning against the table. "Heyyy Sof... how ya doin?"
Sofia and Tanya both hand a few new lipstick marks on each other’s face and arms. “Oh hey Reyna. It’s going well.”
"Yayy! Glad we found a pretty girl for you to hang out with. You deserve it, cause you're awesome." Boops Sofias nose.
She giggles. “Yeah thanks. Happy to have someone now. Ugh you are so much better than my ex husband already. He was a real piece of work.”
“Oh tell me about it. My last boyfriend was an asshole. He wanted me to be one of those housewives who just has kids and takes care of them.”
“How unfortunate. I’m glad you got out of that situation.”
“So am I.”
"Mhm, men suck. ... ...wait. I'm a man. I dont suck, right?" She might be a little drunk. She sounds genuinely devastated by the idea she might suck.
“You’re a man?” Tanya asks.
“Shapeshifter.” Sofia answers.
“Ah. Ok. Gotcha. I mean, you haven’t tried to hit on me or touch me without my consent so I’d say you are doing alright for yourself.”
Hemlock feels a call. He answers to find Sofia. The woman he helped rescue from an abusive relationship. The mother of Mod, also known as Aleksander.
She was holding up two dresses. One was a crimson cocktail dress, the other was a bright yellow sundress.
“Hemlock. Thank goodness. I cannot decide between these two dresses.”
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He drops down, looking amused at the reason for the call. He tilts his head, looking between the two dresses. "They're both gorgeous... depends what the occasion is. Yellow one is more fun, carefree, summery. Red one is more hot, sexy, fancy."
Sofia looks down. “I want something that will help me get a date. I was planning to go to a bar. A note on my arm said I should.”
"Oooh! Can I come too? I can wingman!" Her form instantly changing to a succubus in a blank and red dress with rose patterning. "You should wear the red, we can match."
“Ok. Red it is. I already hired a baby sitter for Aleksander.” She can’t help but stare at the new form. “Wow. You are stunning.”
"Oh. Thanks." She blushes lightly. "I'm a uh- succubus. A sex demon. So- you know. Magically and unnaturally sexy." Definitely selling herself a little short there, but not by much. Helps that Hemlock is just naturally pretty even as a kitsune.
“O-oh.. sorry. I don’t think it’s unnatural. Um.. anyway. Im going to go change.” Sofia runs off to change into her dress.
Reyna sits down, looking on her phone for good bars and waiting patiently for Sofia to come back.
Sofia returns. The dress is a little immodest. There is a deep v to show off her legs. “How do I look?”
"Damn girl... you look amazing. You're gonna have jaws dropping all night. Did you have a specific bar you wanted to go to by the way?"
“Um. Maybe a bar to talk to.. other women?” She looks at her with an embarrassed smile.
"Lesbian bar, I gotcha." She looks at her phone. "Theres a few nearby, theres this one called The Cuddyhole that looks pretty nice, and the reviews say its really mutant friendly too, which is great cause you dont want racists."
“That sounds nice. No racists definitely. I don’t plan on drinking a whole lot. Even though I am quite the heavyweight. Most people in Russia are.” Sofia says.
"Oh Titans. Alright, well don't expect me to drink much either cause I'm a total lightweight." She giggles. "You want me to help you with some makeup before we go? Maybe a red wing and lip? Or red eyeshadow and a black wing..."
“Red lipstick. Match my outfit.” Sofia goes and finds a shad that matches her outfit.
"Awesome." She grabs a small stick of red eyeliner and a mini mirror, giving herself a wing before returning her attention to Sofia. "You ready to go?"
She nods. The two walk out, Sofia gives a few last instructions to the babysitter before leaving. “I am a bit nervous.”
"Thats normal I think. But this is gonna be fun, thats the goal of the night right? Have fun. Besides, you're a knockout and you're super sweet. Any girl would be lucky to have you."
“Thank you. Alright. Let’s do this.” They make their way over to the bar. They get in and sit at a table. Sofia is just looking down. “What should I get? I think I might just do some vodka on ice.”
"Just vodka? You really do like it strong... hm. I dont know. Thinking I'm gonna get a lemon drop." She starts looking around the room in search of someone to get Sofia talking to.
Despite it being a lesbian bar, there was a group of guys being annoying. It was a wonder they hadn’t been kicked out yet.
They get their drinks and take a few sips. “So.. this place is nice.”
She side eyes the men but decides not to pay them any mind. No need to make a scene. "It is... I've actually never been to a lesbian bar before either. Been wanting to for a while though."
The men see the two and start talking to each other.
“Why are they here then? I thought the requirement for a lesbian was that you were a woman?”
"I mean- yeah. Lesbians are women, but its still a bar. A mainly lesbian bar, but any queer person can come if they want. Gay men, trans people, allies just wing manning their friends..." She shrugs. "I'm sure those guys are just a bunch of cis straight assholes who think they can turn a lesbian straight, but kicking someone out of a queer bar on the basis of gender or sexuality just isnt a great look..."
“I suppose. Still not great that they are here. But if they haven’t done anything I guess it’s ok.” One of the guys whistles at a woman and she looks visibly disgusted with him.
She chuckles a little. “Seems that’s the general consensus.”
"Yeah. Shame its not illegal to be a creep. But hey, tonight isnt about boys! Its about finding you a pretty girl."
“Yes. I suppose so.” She smiles. She takes a sip of her drink and looks over.
There is a woman in a yellow dress. She seems about early 20s and is talking to a group of other women. “She seems nice.”
One of the assholes goes over to the woman and he slaps her ass. “Oh dear! Someone should tell him off!”
"Usually wouldnt go straight for someone in a group, but..." She pauses, glaring at the man and resisting the urge to snap her fingers and murder him on the spot. "...yeah. Someone does need to tell him off. What do you say about it being us?"
The woman turns around and punches the guy right in the face. He tries to swing back but she ducks then kicks him in the nuts. She then keeps kicking him in the side. “Oh…” Sofia says. She seems a little flustered.
"Damn... now that is hot." Reyna grins. "You definitely gotta go talk to her now! You can compliment her on her technique."
“Oh goodness no I couldn’t! I know nothing about fighting! Could you talk to her for me?” She asks.
"That is the point of a wing woman... watch my drink, I got you." She stands up, walking across the bar over to where the woman is still kicking the scum. "Mean right hook you got there, huh?"
The woman lands one final kick before the other guys drag him away and leave the bar.
“Yeah. I box on the weekends. I could give you some lessons if you wanted. Can’t let those creeps get away with shit like that.” She says shaking her hand. The knuckles showing some signs of bruising.
"Thats impressive, and I agree. Not sure I need the lessons, but my friend over there would love them." She gestures over toward Sofia. "We both just couldn't help but admire how graceful your technique is. Very smooth dodge."
“Sorry. Not looking for a throuple. Though she is pretty cute.” The woman admits looking her up and down. Sofia gives a shy wave.
"Oh no, I've already got a partner. We're just friends. She is really cute though, isnt she? Super sweet too, like I'm pretty sure she was literally made in a lab from sugar, spice, and everything nice."
“Yeah. Not that this is a breaking factor, would you happen to know how old she is?” The woman asks.
"Fourty six I believe."
“Wow. She’s aged wonderfully. Hell I’m 23 and she could pass for my age. Yeah let me talk to her.” The two walk back over.
“Hey, I’m Tanya. What’s your name gorgeous?” She says.
She takes a sip of her drink, giving Sofia a supportive thumbs up, happy to just see how this goes.
“Hi.. s-Sofia.”
“Hey take it easy I’m not gonna bite. Unless you want me to.” Tanya flirts.
Sofia blushes and smiles a big stupid smile. “My goodness! You really go for the throat with your approach don’t you?”
“Usually. That’s how I am with my partners as well. What ya drinking there?”
“Oh just vodka on ice. Nothing too crazy for me.”
“Just that? Oh I bet I could out drink you.”
Sofia seems serious. “Hah. I’m sure you could dear.” She stands up. A little taller than Tanya. She goes over and orders four large pints of beer. She brings them back over and sets them on the table.
“Sit.” She commands to Tanya.
Reyna raises an eyebrow at Sofias boldness. "Crazy Russians... not gonna drink a lot my ass." She mumbles, watching the competition with interest.
Tanya blushes at the command but doesn’t back down. “I got this. We betting on something?”
“If I win, I get to kiss you. If you win, I give you my number.” Sofia says.
“Oh I’m getting that number.”
“Count us down.”
Reyna counts them down and they both start chugging the beer. Sofia doesn’t seem to be breaking a sweat. Tanya, by the bottom of her first pint, seems a bit nervous.
“How are you holding up cutie?” Sofia says. It’s evident that the vodka has kicked in.
Tanya blushes. “I could do this all night.”
Sofia chugs the last pint and slams the pint on the table. Wiping her mouth.
Tanya seems to be getting more than a little tipsy. She can barely hold up the pint. “Fuck.. fine. You win..”
Tanya’s friends cheer from across the bar for Sofia.
Reyna laughs, her tail flicking excitedly. This is fun to watch. "How fun... guess its time to get your kiss then, huh Sof?"
Sofia walks over and tilts Tanya’s face up. She leans down and places a big kiss right on her cheek. “Oh dear. It seems I missed.” She kisses her face again, the other cheek this time. “Oh darn. I missed again. Can you believe this Reyna?” Sofia clearly knows what she’s doing.
"Mhm. You might need lessons. Tanya, I'm not sure my friend knows what shes doing."
Tanya grabs Sofia by the collar of her dress and pulls her in for a kiss.
The two kiss for a while before Sofia pulls back. “Goodness!”
“Wow..” Tanya says. “So uh.. I know I lost. But do you mind if I still get your number?”
Sofia pulls out her phone and hands it to her. “Go ahead and put yourself in my contacts.”
Tanya does just that. “I’ll uh.. see you again some time?”
“Oh honey we just got here. We aren’t going for a while.”
Reyna smiles, glad to see Sofia enjoying herself so much. "I'll let you girls talk a bit... think I might need to catch up, drinkwise." She walks off to the bar, ordering her second lemon drop and hanging out over there to just watch the couple from afar and give them space.
The two talk for a while. Flirting back and forth. Both blushing like crazy.
Reyna has a few drinks as she watches, stopping a few times to drunk text her boyfriend and tell him exactly how much she loves him. After they'd been there a while she walks back over to them, leaning against the table. "Heyyy Sof... how ya doin?"
Sofia and Tanya both hand a few new lipstick marks on each other’s face and arms. “Oh hey Reyna. It’s going well.”
"Yayy! Glad we found a pretty girl for you to hang out with. You deserve it, cause you're awesome." Boops Sofias nose.
She giggles. “Yeah thanks. Happy to have someone now. Ugh you are so much better than my ex husband already. He was a real piece of work.”
“Oh tell me about it. My last boyfriend was an asshole. He wanted me to be one of those housewives who just has kids and takes care of them.”
“How unfortunate. I’m glad you got out of that situation.”
“So am I.”
Hemlock feels a call. He answers to find Sofia. The woman he helped rescue from an abusive relationship. The mother of Mod, also known as Aleksander.
She was holding up two dresses. One was a crimson cocktail dress, the other was a bright yellow sundress.
“Hemlock. Thank goodness. I cannot decide between these two dresses.”
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He drops down, looking amused at the reason for the call. He tilts his head, looking between the two dresses. "They're both gorgeous... depends what the occasion is. Yellow one is more fun, carefree, summery. Red one is more hot, sexy, fancy."
Sofia looks down. “I want something that will help me get a date. I was planning to go to a bar. A note on my arm said I should.”
"Oooh! Can I come too? I can wingman!" Her form instantly changing to a succubus in a blank and red dress with rose patterning. "You should wear the red, we can match."
“Ok. Red it is. I already hired a baby sitter for Aleksander.” She can’t help but stare at the new form. “Wow. You are stunning.”
"Oh. Thanks." She blushes lightly. "I'm a uh- succubus. A sex demon. So- you know. Magically and unnaturally sexy." Definitely selling herself a little short there, but not by much. Helps that Hemlock is just naturally pretty even as a kitsune.
“O-oh.. sorry. I don’t think it’s unnatural. Um.. anyway. Im going to go change.” Sofia runs off to change into her dress.
Reyna sits down, looking on her phone for good bars and waiting patiently for Sofia to come back.
Sofia returns. The dress is a little immodest. There is a deep v to show off her legs. “How do I look?”
"Damn girl... you look amazing. You're gonna have jaws dropping all night. Did you have a specific bar you wanted to go to by the way?"
“Um. Maybe a bar to talk to.. other women?” She looks at her with an embarrassed smile.
"Lesbian bar, I gotcha." She looks at her phone. "Theres a few nearby, theres this one called The Cuddyhole that looks pretty nice, and the reviews say its really mutant friendly too, which is great cause you dont want racists."
“That sounds nice. No racists definitely. I don’t plan on drinking a whole lot. Even though I am quite the heavyweight. Most people in Russia are.” Sofia says.
"Oh Titans. Alright, well don't expect me to drink much either cause I'm a total lightweight." She giggles. "You want me to help you with some makeup before we go? Maybe a red wing and lip? Or red eyeshadow and a black wing..."
“Red lipstick. Match my outfit.” Sofia goes and finds a shad that matches her outfit.
"Awesome." She grabs a small stick of red eyeliner and a mini mirror, giving herself a wing before returning her attention to Sofia. "You ready to go?"
She nods. The two walk out, Sofia gives a few last instructions to the babysitter before leaving. “I am a bit nervous.”
"Thats normal I think. But this is gonna be fun, thats the goal of the night right? Have fun. Besides, you're a knockout and you're super sweet. Any girl would be lucky to have you."
“Thank you. Alright. Let’s do this.” They make their way over to the bar. They get in and sit at a table. Sofia is just looking down. “What should I get? I think I might just do some vodka on ice.”
"Just vodka? You really do like it strong... hm. I dont know. Thinking I'm gonna get a lemon drop." She starts looking around the room in search of someone to get Sofia talking to.
Despite it being a lesbian bar, there was a group of guys being annoying. It was a wonder they hadn’t been kicked out yet.
They get their drinks and take a few sips. “So.. this place is nice.”
She side eyes the men but decides not to pay them any mind. No need to make a scene. "It is... I've actually never been to a lesbian bar before either. Been wanting to for a while though."
The men see the two and start talking to each other.
“Why are they here then? I thought the requirement for a lesbian was that you were a woman?”
"I mean- yeah. Lesbians are women, but its still a bar. A mainly lesbian bar, but any queer person can come if they want. Gay men, trans people, allies just wing manning their friends..." She shrugs. "I'm sure those guys are just a bunch of cis straight assholes who think they can turn a lesbian straight, but kicking someone out of a queer bar on the basis of gender or sexuality just isnt a great look..."
“I suppose. Still not great that they are here. But if they haven’t done anything I guess it’s ok.” One of the guys whistles at a woman and she looks visibly disgusted with him.
She chuckles a little. “Seems that’s the general consensus.”
"Yeah. Shame its not illegal to be a creep. But hey, tonight isnt about boys! Its about finding you a pretty girl."
“Yes. I suppose so.” She smiles. She takes a sip of her drink and looks over.
There is a woman in a yellow dress. She seems about early 20s and is talking to a group of other women. “She seems nice.”
One of the assholes goes over to the woman and he slaps her ass. “Oh dear! Someone should tell him off!”
"Usually wouldnt go straight for someone in a group, but..." She pauses, glaring at the man and resisting the urge to snap her fingers and murder him on the spot. "...yeah. Someone does need to tell him off. What do you say about it being us?"
The woman turns around and punches the guy right in the face. He tries to swing back but she ducks then kicks him in the nuts. She then keeps kicking him in the side. “Oh…” Sofia says. She seems a little flustered.
"Damn... now that is hot." Reyna grins. "You definitely gotta go talk to her now! You can compliment her on her technique."
“Oh goodness no I couldn’t! I know nothing about fighting! Could you talk to her for me?” She asks.
"That is the point of a wing woman... watch my drink, I got you." She stands up, walking across the bar over to where the woman is still kicking the scum. "Mean right hook you got there, huh?"
The woman lands one final kick before the other guys drag him away and leave the bar.
“Yeah. I box on the weekends. I could give you some lessons if you wanted. Can’t let those creeps get away with shit like that.” She says shaking her hand. The knuckles showing some signs of bruising.
"Thats impressive, and I agree. Not sure I need the lessons, but my friend over there would love them." She gestures over toward Sofia. "We both just couldn't help but admire how graceful your technique is. Very smooth dodge."
“Sorry. Not looking for a throuple. Though she is pretty cute.” The woman admits looking her up and down. Sofia gives a shy wave.
"Oh no, I've already got a partner. We're just friends. She is really cute though, isnt she? Super sweet too, like I'm pretty sure she was literally made in a lab from sugar, spice, and everything nice."
“Yeah. Not that this is a breaking factor, would you happen to know how old she is?” The woman asks.
"Fourty six I believe."
“Wow. She’s aged wonderfully. Hell I’m 23 and she could pass for my age. Yeah let me talk to her.” The two walk back over.
“Hey, I’m Tanya. What’s your name gorgeous?” She says.
She takes a sip of her drink, giving Sofia a supportive thumbs up, happy to just see how this goes.
“Hi.. s-Sofia.”
“Hey take it easy I’m not gonna bite. Unless you want me to.” Tanya flirts.
Sofia blushes and smiles a big stupid smile. “My goodness! You really go for the throat with your approach don’t you?”
“Usually. That’s how I am with my partners as well. What ya drinking there?”
“Oh just vodka on ice. Nothing too crazy for me.”
“Just that? Oh I bet I could out drink you.”
Sofia seems serious. “Hah. I’m sure you could dear.” She stands up. A little taller than Tanya. She goes over and orders four large pints of beer. She brings them back over and sets them on the table.
“Sit.” She commands to Tanya.
Reyna raises an eyebrow at Sofias boldness. "Crazy Russians... not gonna drink a lot my ass." She mumbles, watching the competition with interest.
Tanya blushes at the command but doesn’t back down. “I got this. We betting on something?”
“If I win, I get to kiss you. If you win, I give you my number.” Sofia says.
“Oh I’m getting that number.”
“Count us down.”
Reyna counts them down and they both start chugging the beer. Sofia doesn’t seem to be breaking a sweat. Tanya, by the bottom of her first pint, seems a bit nervous.
“How are you holding up cutie?” Sofia says. It’s evident that the vodka has kicked in.
Tanya blushes. “I could do this all night.”
Sofia chugs the last pint and slams the pint on the table. Wiping her mouth.
Tanya seems to be getting more than a little tipsy. She can barely hold up the pint. “Fuck.. fine. You win..”
Tanya’s friends cheer from across the bar for Sofia.
Reyna laughs, her tail flicking excitedly. This is fun to watch. "How fun... guess its time to get your kiss then, huh Sof?"
Sofia walks over and tilts Tanya’s face up. She leans down and places a big kiss right on her cheek. “Oh dear. It seems I missed.” She kisses her face again, the other cheek this time. “Oh darn. I missed again. Can you believe this Reyna?” Sofia clearly knows what she’s doing.
"Mhm. You might need lessons. Tanya, I'm not sure my friend knows what shes doing."
Tanya grabs Sofia by the collar of her dress and pulls her in for a kiss.
The two kiss for a while before Sofia pulls back. “Goodness!”
“Wow..” Tanya says. “So uh.. I know I lost. But do you mind if I still get your number?”
Sofia pulls out her phone and hands it to her. “Go ahead and put yourself in my contacts.”
Tanya does just that. “I’ll uh.. see you again some time?”
“Oh honey we just got here. We aren’t going for a while.”
Reyna smiles, glad to see Sofia enjoying herself so much. "I'll let you girls talk a bit... think I might need to catch up, drinkwise." She walks off to the bar, ordering her second lemon drop and hanging out over there to just watch the couple from afar and give them space.
The two talk for a while. Flirting back and forth. Both blushing like crazy.
Reyna has a few drinks as she watches, stopping a few times to drunk text her boyfriend and tell him exactly how much she loves him. After they'd been there a while she walks back over to them, leaning against the table. "Heyyy Sof... how ya doin?"
Sofia and Tanya both hand a few new lipstick marks on each other’s face and arms. “Oh hey Reyna. It’s going well.”
Hemlock feels a call. He answers to find Sofia. The woman he helped rescue from an abusive relationship. The mother of Mod, also known as Aleksander.
She was holding up two dresses. One was a crimson cocktail dress, the other was a bright yellow sundress.
“Hemlock. Thank goodness. I cannot decide between these two dresses.”
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He drops down, looking amused at the reason for the call. He tilts his head, looking between the two dresses. "They're both gorgeous... depends what the occasion is. Yellow one is more fun, carefree, summery. Red one is more hot, sexy, fancy."
Sofia looks down. “I want something that will help me get a date. I was planning to go to a bar. A note on my arm said I should.”
"Oooh! Can I come too? I can wingman!" Her form instantly changing to a succubus in a blank and red dress with rose patterning. "You should wear the red, we can match."
“Ok. Red it is. I already hired a baby sitter for Aleksander.” She can’t help but stare at the new form. “Wow. You are stunning.”
"Oh. Thanks." She blushes lightly. "I'm a uh- succubus. A sex demon. So- you know. Magically and unnaturally sexy." Definitely selling herself a little short there, but not by much. Helps that Hemlock is just naturally pretty even as a kitsune.
“O-oh.. sorry. I don’t think it’s unnatural. Um.. anyway. Im going to go change.” Sofia runs off to change into her dress.
Reyna sits down, looking on her phone for good bars and waiting patiently for Sofia to come back.
Sofia returns. The dress is a little immodest. There is a deep v to show off her legs. “How do I look?”
"Damn girl... you look amazing. You're gonna have jaws dropping all night. Did you have a specific bar you wanted to go to by the way?"
“Um. Maybe a bar to talk to.. other women?” She looks at her with an embarrassed smile.
"Lesbian bar, I gotcha." She looks at her phone. "Theres a few nearby, theres this one called The Cuddyhole that looks pretty nice, and the reviews say its really mutant friendly too, which is great cause you dont want racists."
“That sounds nice. No racists definitely. I don’t plan on drinking a whole lot. Even though I am quite the heavyweight. Most people in Russia are.” Sofia says.
"Oh Titans. Alright, well don't expect me to drink much either cause I'm a total lightweight." She giggles. "You want me to help you with some makeup before we go? Maybe a red wing and lip? Or red eyeshadow and a black wing..."
“Red lipstick. Match my outfit.” Sofia goes and finds a shad that matches her outfit.
"Awesome." She grabs a small stick of red eyeliner and a mini mirror, giving herself a wing before returning her attention to Sofia. "You ready to go?"
She nods. The two walk out, Sofia gives a few last instructions to the babysitter before leaving. “I am a bit nervous.”
"Thats normal I think. But this is gonna be fun, thats the goal of the night right? Have fun. Besides, you're a knockout and you're super sweet. Any girl would be lucky to have you."
“Thank you. Alright. Let’s do this.” They make their way over to the bar. They get in and sit at a table. Sofia is just looking down. “What should I get? I think I might just do some vodka on ice.”
"Just vodka? You really do like it strong... hm. I dont know. Thinking I'm gonna get a lemon drop." She starts looking around the room in search of someone to get Sofia talking to.
Despite it being a lesbian bar, there was a group of guys being annoying. It was a wonder they hadn’t been kicked out yet.
They get their drinks and take a few sips. “So.. this place is nice.”
She side eyes the men but decides not to pay them any mind. No need to make a scene. "It is... I've actually never been to a lesbian bar before either. Been wanting to for a while though."
The men see the two and start talking to each other.
“Why are they here then? I thought the requirement for a lesbian was that you were a woman?”
"I mean- yeah. Lesbians are women, but its still a bar. A mainly lesbian bar, but any queer person can come if they want. Gay men, trans people, allies just wing manning their friends..." She shrugs. "I'm sure those guys are just a bunch of cis straight assholes who think they can turn a lesbian straight, but kicking someone out of a queer bar on the basis of gender or sexuality just isnt a great look..."
“I suppose. Still not great that they are here. But if they haven’t done anything I guess it’s ok.” One of the guys whistles at a woman and she looks visibly disgusted with him.
She chuckles a little. “Seems that’s the general consensus.”
"Yeah. Shame its not illegal to be a creep. But hey, tonight isnt about boys! Its about finding you a pretty girl."
“Yes. I suppose so.” She smiles. She takes a sip of her drink and looks over.
There is a woman in a yellow dress. She seems about early 20s and is talking to a group of other women. “She seems nice.”
One of the assholes goes over to the woman and he slaps her ass. “Oh dear! Someone should tell him off!”
"Usually wouldnt go straight for someone in a group, but..." She pauses, glaring at the man and resisting the urge to snap her fingers and murder him on the spot. "...yeah. Someone does need to tell him off. What do you say about it being us?"
The woman turns around and punches the guy right in the face. He tries to swing back but she ducks then kicks him in the nuts. She then keeps kicking him in the side. “Oh…” Sofia says. She seems a little flustered.
"Damn... now that is hot." Reyna grins. "You definitely gotta go talk to her now! You can compliment her on her technique."
“Oh goodness no I couldn’t! I know nothing about fighting! Could you talk to her for me?” She asks.
"That is the point of a wing woman... watch my drink, I got you." She stands up, walking across the bar over to where the woman is still kicking the scum. "Mean right hook you got there, huh?"
The woman lands one final kick before the other guys drag him away and leave the bar.
“Yeah. I box on the weekends. I could give you some lessons if you wanted. Can’t let those creeps get away with shit like that.” She says shaking her hand. The knuckles showing some signs of bruising.
"Thats impressive, and I agree. Not sure I need the lessons, but my friend over there would love them." She gestures over toward Sofia. "We both just couldn't help but admire how graceful your technique is. Very smooth dodge."
“Sorry. Not looking for a throuple. Though she is pretty cute.” The woman admits looking her up and down. Sofia gives a shy wave.
"Oh no, I've already got a partner. We're just friends. She is really cute though, isnt she? Super sweet too, like I'm pretty sure she was literally made in a lab from sugar, spice, and everything nice."
“Yeah. Not that this is a breaking factor, would you happen to know how old she is?” The woman asks.
"Fourty six I believe."
“Wow. She’s aged wonderfully. Hell I’m 23 and she could pass for my age. Yeah let me talk to her.” The two walk back over.
“Hey, I’m Tanya. What’s your name gorgeous?” She says.
She takes a sip of her drink, giving Sofia a supportive thumbs up, happy to just see how this goes.
“Hi.. s-Sofia.”
“Hey take it easy I’m not gonna bite. Unless you want me to.” Tanya flirts.
Sofia blushes and smiles a big stupid smile. “My goodness! You really go for the throat with your approach don’t you?”
“Usually. That’s how I am with my partners as well. What ya drinking there?”
“Oh just vodka on ice. Nothing too crazy for me.”
“Just that? Oh I bet I could out drink you.”
Sofia seems serious. “Hah. I’m sure you could dear.” She stands up. A little taller than Tanya. She goes over and orders four large pints of beer. She brings them back over and sets them on the table.
“Sit.” She commands to Tanya.
Reyna raises an eyebrow at Sofias boldness. "Crazy Russians... not gonna drink a lot my ass." She mumbles, watching the competition with interest.
Tanya blushes at the command but doesn’t back down. “I got this. We betting on something?”
“If I win, I get to kiss you. If you win, I give you my number.” Sofia says.
“Oh I’m getting that number.”
“Count us down.”
Reyna counts them down and they both start chugging the beer. Sofia doesn’t seem to be breaking a sweat. Tanya, by the bottom of her first pint, seems a bit nervous.
“How are you holding up cutie?” Sofia says. It’s evident that the vodka has kicked in.
Tanya blushes. “I could do this all night.”
Sofia chugs the last pint and slams the pint on the table. Wiping her mouth.
Tanya seems to be getting more than a little tipsy. She can barely hold up the pint. “Fuck.. fine. You win..”
Tanya’s friends cheer from across the bar for Sofia.
Reyna laughs, her tail flicking excitedly. This is fun to watch. "How fun... guess its time to get your kiss then, huh Sof?"
Sofia walks over and tilts Tanya’s face up. She leans down and places a big kiss right on her cheek. “Oh dear. It seems I missed.” She kisses her face again, the other cheek this time. “Oh darn. I missed again. Can you believe this Reyna?” Sofia clearly knows what she’s doing.
"Mhm. You might need lessons. Tanya, I'm not sure my friend knows what shes doing."
Tanya grabs Sofia by the collar of her dress and pulls her in for a kiss.
The two kiss for a while before Sofia pulls back. “Goodness!”
“Wow..” Tanya says. “So uh.. I know I lost. But do you mind if I still get your number?”
Sofia pulls out her phone and hands it to her. “Go ahead and put yourself in my contacts.”
Tanya does just that. “I’ll uh.. see you again some time?”
“Oh honey we just got here. We aren’t going for a while.”
Reyna smiles, glad to see Sofia enjoying herself so much. "I'll let you girls talk a bit... think I might need to catch up, drinkwise." She walks off to the bar, ordering her second lemon drop and hanging out over there to just watch the couple from afar and give them space.
The two talk for a while. Flirting back and forth. Both blushing like crazy.