nonagarret (nonagarret) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-03-06 18:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle002, ian, nona |
WHO: Nona & Ian (and NPCs featuring a pervy pirate riverboat captain)
WHEN: New Years Eve
WHERE: Roseburg, OR - about an hour away from CL
WHAT: Nona and Ian sneaked out of Crow's Landing to celebrate NYE as a couple. They plan on being back before anyone is the wiser. Unfortunately, lots of liquor and Nona's powerful wardrobe bring down different circumstances.
WARNING: Drunkenness, language, possible hints of violence, sudden nuptials, many many people hitting on Nona and Her Dress.
New Years Eve was supposed to be crazy. Right?
They'd fulfilled that definition already, just by leaving Crow's Landing. It hadn't been that difficult, not with the locals all congregated at the Brass Key, whose parking lot she'd gone to in order to switch cars and put the town behind them in Ian's rearview mirror. Navigating in the silk cloud that was her dress provided a challenge, but certainly none she wasn't up for. Nona had been excited that he'd finally get to see it on her, since the Christmas Party hadn't exactly been his scene. The effort had been worth the risk, too; seeing the demon-hot flare behind his eyes and the way he couldn't keep at least one hand off her the entire drive to Roseburg.
The neighboring town wasn't exactly Portland, but it was far enough away to give them the anonymity they sought. It wasn't hard to find the biggest party in town, either (God Bless the iPhone) and by 11pm, they were a pair of beautiful strangers on the sleepy city's big river tour-boat, a sort of floating banquet hall used for various functions and parties. Everyone was dressed up, the music was loud and upbeat, and the liquor was liberally floating. Nona was underage, a problem she'd thought they'd run into even just getting on the boat, but the doorman didn't even bother asking for an ID; not with his eyes glued to her the way they were. She could've asked him to dive in the river and find her a mermaid, and he would've done it. They'd planned on drinking a little, but they hadn't been prepared for just how rowdy the evening would get. Nona being bombarded with offers of free drinks and dances if she was even a hair out of Ian's reach; Ian slamming them back thanks to the mix of fun and stress the situation wrought.
After eight flutes of champagne, that's when Nona stopped counting. Her cheeks tingled and her lips had gone a little numb, but her thoughts about how weird her father was getting (or any cares at all by the tenth glass) were gone, replaced with very tipsy flattery of the attention she was getting, and the fact that she could grab Ian and kiss him in the middle of a sea of people, without anyone's head exploding.
Midnight was less than ten minutes away, and the party had hit it's fever point. Nona's head was a fog of music and alcohol, her blood running hot with laughter and the euphoria of being practically the center of the entire town's attention - at least in her head (or was it?). At the Christmas Party, she'd been cautious and maybe a little weirded out, but thanks to the booze, the Mayor's pristine and 'angelic' daughter was on cloud-fucking-nine.