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lux_marikoStory: In Which Princess Jasmine Picks Up an Australian Zombie
Year: 2973
Characters: Nolani, Mariko
Warnings: Drinking, technically underage, impending one-night-stand.
Notes: Mariko's nineteen here, Nolani twenty-one. A Bloody Aztec contains tequila, creme de cacao, and red food coloring and looks something like this. This is a crossover with Feredar.
The worst part of a semester abroad in New York was that Mariko couldn't drink or go clubbing legally. Stupid draconian US alcohol laws. It was just plain dumb. Especially since it hadn't taken her much time or effort or even that much money to get a decent fake.
Not that she was a lush or anything, she just liked going out once in a while. And it was Halloween, and there was a club within walking distance of campus that mostly catered to lesbians that was throwing a party that was rumored to be awesome.
It was a Saturday, so she had time to go all-out on he costume, too. She was a zombie, and she could paint all her exposed skin--which was a lot, she was wearing a shredded brown dress--grey, along with scars and blood and all that awesome stuff.
She double-checked her makeup and her dress in the mirror, then pulled on her favorite spiky stilettos, made sure her fake ID, not her real one, was in her purse, and headed out. For tonight, she was Kiki, not Mariko, and her goal for the night was to find someone pretty to flirt with for a few hours, and have a couple drinks.
As it turned out, the bouncer didn't even bother cading her, just waved her in. Which was awesome, if kind of surprising, but Mariko decided not to bother thinking about it.
She breezed through the door and made her way towards the bar, and began the fun process of trying to flag down a bartender. It took her a whole ten minutes--the place was packed, which was both good and bad--but she finally got a frazzled-looking girl's attention. "Hi, could I get a Bloody Aztec, please?"
"Yeah, sure," the bartender said, with a frayed but still professional smile, and turned to mix it.
"Oh my God, you're Australian?" someone asked from behind her.
...well, not exactly how I planned to start flirting, but hey, least she made the first move. She turned around, to spot a gorgeous Princess Jasmine, in the red hourglass outfit (with some extra jewelry--gold armbands and a matching necklace), not the regular blue one. She was also really, really hot. Mariko flushed a little, and grinned. "Yeah. I'm here for school. Name's Kiki."
From the way she arched her eyebrow, Mariko was pretty sure the taller girl knew that was a fake name. What she said next confirmed it. "Call me Jasmine," she said, with a sly, sultry smile.
Goddamn.
"Bloody Aztec," the bartender said. "Sorry that took so long."
"It's fine," Mariko said, giving her a smile and pulling out her wallet.
The other sucky part about New York was figuring out how much to tip.
"I got it," Jasmine said.
"No, it's okay, really--"
Jasmine grinned at her. "You can buy the next one," she promised.
Mariko slid her hand around her glass and raised it, tilting it in a toast to Jasmine. "Well, thank you, then."
Jasmine gave her that smile again, and Mariko was very glad she was sitting down because she was pretty sure her knees would have been all noodly otherwise.
"So, Kiki, what're you studying?" Jasmine asked, running a finger along the top of her margarita glass.
"Linguistics," Mariko said. "Alien, specifically. I know, it's kinda dorky."
"No, that's awesome," Jasmine said, licking the salt off her finger. "I love smart girls."
Mariko flushed again. "What about you? Are you in school?"
"Yeah. My last year," Jasmine said. "Double majoring in literature and history, focusing on medieval Persia."
"Wow," Mariko breathed.
Jasmine giggled. "And you said you were dorky."
Mariko had to laugh at that.
It was easy after that, surprisingly easy, flirting with Jasmine with no names attached. They took turns buying the drinks--Mariko stuck with her Bloody Aztecs, but Jasmine tended to switch around. Jasmine bought a basket of wings for them, but it wasn't until Jasmine leaned forward to brush a little bit of sauce that had dripped down Mariko's chin, smudging the makeup, that Mariko thought...maybe...
"Y'know what we could do?" she asked.
"Yeah," Jasmine said. "You wanna?"
"I don't usually."
"Hey, s'all good," Jasmine said, with a fluid shrug. One of her armbands slipped a little lower and Mariko reached up to toy with it. "One night, you'n me. No real names, no strings attached. Who knows? Might go somewhere."
"Yeah," Mariko said, slowly.
Jasmine leaned forward and kissed her, softly and slowly, and then a little forward.
"I can't wait to wash your makeup off."
Neither can I, Mariko thought, as her heart skipped a beat. She slid off her stool, balancing carefully on her heels, and held out a hand to Princess Jasmine.
Forget all the stupid bitchy draconian alcohol laws, and the totally unfair tipping system. Mariko got to hook up and was going to go have sex with a goddamn Disney Princess.
New York rocks.
Year: 2973
Characters: Nolani, Mariko
Warnings: Drinking, technically underage, impending one-night-stand.
Notes: Mariko's nineteen here, Nolani twenty-one. A Bloody Aztec contains tequila, creme de cacao, and red food coloring and looks something like this. This is a crossover with Feredar.
The worst part of a semester abroad in New York was that Mariko couldn't drink or go clubbing legally. Stupid draconian US alcohol laws. It was just plain dumb. Especially since it hadn't taken her much time or effort or even that much money to get a decent fake.
Not that she was a lush or anything, she just liked going out once in a while. And it was Halloween, and there was a club within walking distance of campus that mostly catered to lesbians that was throwing a party that was rumored to be awesome.
It was a Saturday, so she had time to go all-out on he costume, too. She was a zombie, and she could paint all her exposed skin--which was a lot, she was wearing a shredded brown dress--grey, along with scars and blood and all that awesome stuff.
She double-checked her makeup and her dress in the mirror, then pulled on her favorite spiky stilettos, made sure her fake ID, not her real one, was in her purse, and headed out. For tonight, she was Kiki, not Mariko, and her goal for the night was to find someone pretty to flirt with for a few hours, and have a couple drinks.
As it turned out, the bouncer didn't even bother cading her, just waved her in. Which was awesome, if kind of surprising, but Mariko decided not to bother thinking about it.
She breezed through the door and made her way towards the bar, and began the fun process of trying to flag down a bartender. It took her a whole ten minutes--the place was packed, which was both good and bad--but she finally got a frazzled-looking girl's attention. "Hi, could I get a Bloody Aztec, please?"
"Yeah, sure," the bartender said, with a frayed but still professional smile, and turned to mix it.
"Oh my God, you're Australian?" someone asked from behind her.
...well, not exactly how I planned to start flirting, but hey, least she made the first move. She turned around, to spot a gorgeous Princess Jasmine, in the red hourglass outfit (with some extra jewelry--gold armbands and a matching necklace), not the regular blue one. She was also really, really hot. Mariko flushed a little, and grinned. "Yeah. I'm here for school. Name's Kiki."
From the way she arched her eyebrow, Mariko was pretty sure the taller girl knew that was a fake name. What she said next confirmed it. "Call me Jasmine," she said, with a sly, sultry smile.
Goddamn.
"Bloody Aztec," the bartender said. "Sorry that took so long."
"It's fine," Mariko said, giving her a smile and pulling out her wallet.
The other sucky part about New York was figuring out how much to tip.
"I got it," Jasmine said.
"No, it's okay, really--"
Jasmine grinned at her. "You can buy the next one," she promised.
Mariko slid her hand around her glass and raised it, tilting it in a toast to Jasmine. "Well, thank you, then."
Jasmine gave her that smile again, and Mariko was very glad she was sitting down because she was pretty sure her knees would have been all noodly otherwise.
"So, Kiki, what're you studying?" Jasmine asked, running a finger along the top of her margarita glass.
"Linguistics," Mariko said. "Alien, specifically. I know, it's kinda dorky."
"No, that's awesome," Jasmine said, licking the salt off her finger. "I love smart girls."
Mariko flushed again. "What about you? Are you in school?"
"Yeah. My last year," Jasmine said. "Double majoring in literature and history, focusing on medieval Persia."
"Wow," Mariko breathed.
Jasmine giggled. "And you said you were dorky."
Mariko had to laugh at that.
It was easy after that, surprisingly easy, flirting with Jasmine with no names attached. They took turns buying the drinks--Mariko stuck with her Bloody Aztecs, but Jasmine tended to switch around. Jasmine bought a basket of wings for them, but it wasn't until Jasmine leaned forward to brush a little bit of sauce that had dripped down Mariko's chin, smudging the makeup, that Mariko thought...maybe...
"Y'know what we could do?" she asked.
"Yeah," Jasmine said. "You wanna?"
"I don't usually."
"Hey, s'all good," Jasmine said, with a fluid shrug. One of her armbands slipped a little lower and Mariko reached up to toy with it. "One night, you'n me. No real names, no strings attached. Who knows? Might go somewhere."
"Yeah," Mariko said, slowly.
Jasmine leaned forward and kissed her, softly and slowly, and then a little forward.
"I can't wait to wash your makeup off."
Neither can I, Mariko thought, as her heart skipped a beat. She slid off her stool, balancing carefully on her heels, and held out a hand to Princess Jasmine.
Forget all the stupid bitchy draconian alcohol laws, and the totally unfair tipping system. Mariko got to hook up and was going to go have sex with a goddamn Disney Princess.
New York rocks.
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