WHO: Izabela and Sioux WHAT: Two best friends hanging out for a bit. Talk about boys and eat ice cream. What else? WHERE: Izabela's trailer WHEN: Sunday night RATING: PG-13 for mild cursing STATUS: Complete
Sioux wasn't even bothering to pretend she wasn't a little glum when she found out that Izzie was spending an awful lot of time with that new demon-guy, the one she hadn't even met yet. And okay, she couldn't be a hypocrite, she was spending time with Cassidy, but they weren't totally all googoo over each other, talking in inside jokes and crap like that where people could see it. And okay, so she was a little jealous. Maybe that was because it was hard for Sioux to make friends with girls, and Ophelia and Izabela were about all she had in the way of 'sister'-friends, ones she could actually rely on. So she was a little huffy when she showed up at Izzie's trailer with a carton of ice cream, knocking with the toe of one combat boot and hoping that the new boytoy wasn't in.
Izabela, to be perfectly honest, was happy about the time she was spending with Adrian. It didn't seem like too much in her mind. Just fun of a different variety. She really didn't mean to do the things like using the inside jokes and all that on the boards. Adrian just kind of brought out that side of her, she supposed. It was just for fun. And there was nothing wrong with fun, right? Right. Or, so she told herself. It did sort of seem like Sioux was bugged by it. Though from what she'd said, it was hard to tell if she was serious about it or not. It weighed on her mind as she sat around in her trailer, listening to music and considering which costumes she'd end up wearing for the next couple of days. The sound of knocking on her door drew her attention and she got up from her bed, going to answer it. When she opened the door, she saw Sioux standing there, and with ice cream no less. "Hey babe. Come on in." She stepped aside so that Sioux could come in, closing the door behind her.
"Hey, sugar," Sioux said, leaning in to peck Izabela's cheek as she moved past to set the ice cream on the countertop. "I got cheesecake flavored ice cream, it was too fucking decadent to pass up. I wasn't sure if you'd have company or not so I thought I'd take a chance and just drop by... been a couple of days since we hung out." She deposited herself on Izzie's couch, dressed in tattered jeans and a faded yellow t-shirt.
The peck to her cheek made her smile. And, strange as it might have sounded to some, so did the shift in scents in her living space. Familiar scents were nice and made her feel secure, in a way. It was the more serpentine side of her, to be sure. Not something everyone understood. "Cheesecake flavored ice cream. Four words that instantly make the world a better place." And there it was again, that bit of guilt over having been so tied up with Adrian. "No, no company for me. Except for you, of course." She ran a hand through her hair, tucking it back. "I'm sorry about that, by the way. Obviously letting a few days pass without us hanging out is a crime. One that I don't plan on commiting again."
"No, it's okay, I get it. Hey, bros before hos, especially when they're all suave and shit," Sioux said, forcing a casual shrug and smiling up at Izabela. She was a damned good faker when she had to be to save face. "He's cute. Do you dig him that much? He seems to think the world of you, that list-thing he put on my journal..."
Oh, the guilt. Still there and still very prevalent. "Actually, in this case, I would say hos before bros. That's how it's supposed to be, at least with us." She was still trying to smile, though. In a way, it was hard not to with Sioux around. "He's...fun, I guess? I don't know. It's just nice having a guy pay me attention even though I don't look normal." Did she have a crush? It was quite likely. But it happened. "We'll see what happens." She went over to sit next to her friend, settling into the couch. "Wasn't actually expecting him to make a list."
"Don't look normal? Jesus Christ, Iz, are you kidding me? You're one of the hottest chicks in the world, much less this carnival. And of course he's gonna be all up on that, you're awesome." She shook her head, white hair flopping into her eyes. She hopped up to retrieve spoons and the ice cream before coming back to collapse against Izabela. "He seems fun. I'm glad you're stoked. Seriously, I know I sound like a jealous cunt, and okay, maybe I am a little, but I am happy for you."
"I don't look normal, though! It could be worse, I guess, but still. Not normal." She wasn't ashamed of it. She couldn't be and never would be. It was just reassuring that someone had taken interest despite her...hybrid nature. "Psh, you're way hotter than me. Any day of the week. But thank you for thinking that I'm awesome." A few seconds later, there was ice cream to be had. Nothing to complain about. "I don't want you to be jealous, though. I wasn't kidding when I said you were first in my heart." And to punctuate that, she leaned in and gave Sioux a peck on the cheek. "So...I'm excited to taste this ice cream. I can't imagine that any combination of cheesecake and ice cream is bad."
"You look pretty damn normal. And I am not hotter than you, shut up. I'm all boring. I can't even hiss convincingly," she teased. "You know men love that animal aspect of you... you're a wild, sexy thing all the time. It's so enticing." She grinned and opened the carton of ice cream, swirling the spoon in the top layer of it to get it softened up a bit. "You're my bestie, man, you and Ophelia. I don't wanna lose you to Rico Suave with hair gel."
"You're not boring. You are gorgeous and sexy. Not to mention you have that rock star party chick thing going on. Who needs to hiss when you look like a rock star's girlfriend?" As if on cue, her tongue flicked out, testing the air. She'd learned to ignore it. "Wild, sexy thing, huh? Well, can we at least agree that we're both enticing. Because we are. And if you try and say otherwise, I will have to pinch you." She watched that spoon swirl around in the ice cream and it made her all the more eager to taste it. "You will never, ever lose me. Cross my heart." And yes, yes she did actually cross her heart overtop of that black camisole she was wearing. "...and I don't want to lose you either, for the record."
"Good. And if your boyfriend goes asking you to go to Hell or something, you better tell him no. I'm not losing you to that sulphur-smelling dude," she told her, pointing at Izabela to show how serious she was as she dipped her spoon into the carton and offered the bite to Izzie, grinnning. "Maybe he'll want to double-date with me and Cassidy."
"He's not my boyfriend, Sioux." At least, she was ninety-nine percent sure that he wasn't. The mention of him asking her to go to Hell made her wrinkle her nose a bit. "Of course I'd say no. And did I not just say that you aren't going to lose me? I sincerely promise that you won't." That was a promise that she fully intended to keep. Another promise she fully intended to keep...a promise to enjoy that ice cream. She took the bite, giving a satisfied hum at the taste. "Maybe. That could be fun. Though do you think they'd be jealous, considering how into each other we are?" She dipped her spoon in the ice cream then, offering to Sioux with a silly smile on her face.
"They'd probably try to hit us up for a foursome or something," Sioux snorted, rolling her eyes and opening her mouth for the ice cream. It was pretty damned delicious, which she'd been counting on, and she grinned in pleasure. "I'm sure, being immortal evil things that they are, they wouldn't think twice about that."
"Oh...yeah, true enough." She couldn't help but chuckle some. The notion was probably true enough...probably. "They probably woudn't think twice about it." She dipped her spoon in again, taking another bite of the ice cream. It really was amazing. She'd have to remember to get some to keep around for herself. "And what are the chances that we'd both be into the immortal and the evil? Coincidental."
"Ah, I've always had a thing for the bad boys," Sioux sighed wistfully, "that's why I'm here in the first place. People can say what they want about Gar, but he's a fucking monster in bed. Enough that I followed him like a puppydog all the way from California to here."
"Yeah, I'd believe that even without hearing it from you. I mean, he's huge. And I'm talking about height and broadness-wise. So it'd make sense that he's hung. And fucking is hard-wired in him, so it's a deadly combination." The sex had to be so many degrees of amazing for Sioux to have followed him all the way from California. "Looks like Cassidy has some big shoes to fill."
"Honestly, Cass would still totally have me wrapped around his finger even if he was celibate like some Edward Cullen motherfucker," Sioux sighed. "I'm totally fucking smitten with him. I don't know what it is, he's just... he's like exactly the kind of dude I'd be with if he was a human, you know? We get along so freakin' well, there's none of the fighting that Gar and I had."
"Hopefully he's not a celibate Edward Cullen. But if he is, please don't slap me if I slip and call you Bella once or twice." It was too good of a joke to pass up. "But I'm glad that you two mesh so well. Not fighting is always a good thing. As is being smitten." She smiled. "It's good to see you happy. I looooove seeing you happy."
"You're the one named Bella," she snorted, rolling her eyes. "Cass is just so intense, you know... he's always worried that he's going to lose control of his temper or whatever, or drain somebody. I guess he's got a fucked-up past and like, doesn't have control over his fangs yet or something." Her shoulders rose a little bit. "I just dig him, you know? He's so cute. We went skating. Like, roller skating. It was so eighties."
"Yes, but I'm not the one falling for a vampire, Ms. Swan. Just don't get torn between him and a werewolf with abs, okay?" No, the Twilight jokes wouldn't be stopping. At least not until they stopped being funny. "Intense is always a draw, definitelly. Plus a bad past and a temper? It's like bad boy to a T." Another bite of ice cream and the smile that went with it. "Jealous. Roller skating is so fun. Did you hold onto each other like they do in the movies?"
"Of course. They didn't play a Journey song though, so we weren't totally sappy or anything. We were really functional," she laughed. "We played skeeball." She hesitated for a moment. "I've been letting him, you know, nibble on me sometimes... I think it helps him keep control, knowing that he has willing donors, he doesn't have to hurt anybody. What about you... is Adrian all reformed-demon or does he still have those devil horns?"
"Functional is always good. And so is skeeball." It sounded like the two had had a good time. A real date. That was nice, really. Now the nibbling...she wasn't so sure about. Then again, she'd never been bitten by a vampire, so it could have been enjoyable for all she knew. "So long as he doesn't drain you, it's good, right? And you help him keep in control. A good thing." The question about Adrian had her thinking for a moment. "...well, to tell the truth, I'm not entirely sure? I think he still has the horns. They're just...hidden under a stylish top hat until provoked, I guess?"
"Don't provoke him, then," Sioux laughed. "not sure we WANNA know if he has horns and a tail or not." She shook her head, took another bite of ice cream. "He's not so bad, I guess. I just got all jay because you were like... eskimo-kissing on my journal and stuff, and I was all, whoa, I haven't even met this dude."
"I don't plan on provoking him. He can keep the horns under the top hat and the tail in the leather pants." She was chuckling as well as she took another spoonful of ice cream. A big spoonful. That stuff was good. "...yeah, I'm sorry about all that. I just kind of get carried away around him. Don't even realize I'm doing it sometimes. So yes. Sorry about the Internet eskimo kisses and stuff." She shifted a little bit, wrapping an arm around Sioux and giving her another kiss on the cheek. "You don't have to be jealous, though. I promise. You were my best friend first and I will always adore you."
"I just worry, Izz. I mean... a demon. And not even just a demon, right? Riley said he's like a prince or something down there, some kind of big head honcho dude. That's kind of creepy, isn't it?" Sioux asked, arching her brows and leaning into Izabela's shoulder a bit more. She didn't mind the other girl's scales or any of her other eccentricities; she thought Izzie was one of the prettiest women she'd ever met, in the Carnival or otherwise.
Maybe it was reason to worry, but she just...didn't. And she knew that Adrian wasn't just some run-of-the-mill demon. He was more powerful than that. "It is kind of creepy if I think about it. But I just...don't think about it. Or I try not to. He told me that he'd never hurt me." She didn't mind it when Sioux leaned into her more. It was nice. She knew that her friend didn't mind the scales or anything, and that in and of itself was really nice. "You don't need to worry. Promise." She shrugged a little. "And if he does hurt me, physically or otherwise, I have ways of dealing with it. He might not be able to die, or whatever, but my venom doesn't have an antidote. So if he gets bitten, it'll still hurt like nothing he's ever felt before."
"Yeah... I know you can take care of yourself," Sioux sighed. "Part of what makes you so awesome, you get why I'm that independent too." She shook her head, then reached up to play with a little bit of Izabela's hair. "Just be careful, okay? I don't want you to get hurt. I'm not here to be all lectury."
"We're both awesomely independent. Always have been and always will be." Okay, so maybe she hadn't always been that way, but it was close enough to the truth. Sioux playing with her hair took her mind off it, though. It felt nice. "I will be careful. Always am." She gave a smile that she hoped was reassuring. "And I will add to that sentiment and tell you to be careful too. I'm sure Cassidy's great, but I don't want to lose you because his appetite gets carried away."
"Oh, c'mon," Sioux said softly. "Can you picture me as a little old lady? S'not going to happen... something is gonna rub me out while I'm young and pretty. It could be a lot worse than a vampire getting the munchies."
"It could be worse, yeah." Not that she wanted to think about anything bad happening to Sioux. It wasn't a pleasant notion. "I dunno. At least with Cassidy if he gets the munchies, he can still make you young and pretty forever. We could be young and pretty forever together." She wasn't even sure that she had forever, but she knew that she was at least in things for the long haul.
"There ya go. Terrorizing boys for centuries," Sioux laughed, shaking her head a little bit. "That's so awesome to think about. We're going to be cool as hell, anyway." She looked up at Izzie, gave her a smirk. "And by then you'll be raising your little half-snake babies that I'm going to have to help babysit..."
"Yep. They'll never know what hit them." The laugh was contagious and Izabela couldn't help but laugh as well. "Obviously. Cool as hell and entirely sexy as hell." The mention of half-snake babies had her shaking her head a bit. "Oh yes, my freak of nature babies. And who knows what else they'll be able to do? If the dad's not human, it could be just about anything." She chuckled. "Could make for some interesting babysitting for you."
"Oh whatever. You'd come home and the little shits will have like turned me into stone or something... you'll have weird basilisk-demon babies that collect the souls of their babysitters. And they'll be like unbearably pretty."
The mental image was funny. Like, really funny. Izabela laughed, her head tipping back a litle bit. "I'll have to make sure to lecture them beforehand about turning Auntie Sioux to stone. And stealing your soul." She had no idea if she'd be having basilisk-demon babies or not. "I can't argue and say that they won't be unbearably pretty. I mean really...they'll have my genes. That's more than enough."
"Exactly," Sioux grinned. "Gorgeous, devious little beasts that're put on this earth to scare the shit out of Auntie Sioux. Even if I'm a vampire or something by then." She shook her head, then tilted her head and pecked Izzie's cheek in a brief kiss. "I should get going."
"Yes well, if they do, I'm sorry in advance. But look at it this way. If you're a vampire by then, you can scare the shit out of them right back." She smiled at the peck on the cheek, though she couldn't help but frown a bit right after. Of course she didn't want her best friend to go. "Okay, fine. Leave me all alone to pine for you. I see how it is." She pressed the back of her hand to her forehead like the most dramatic actress.
"You're not going to pine for me!" Sioux laughed, shaking her head again as she hauled herself up. "Don't even play that game, I know better. But hey, we need to get together soon to work on a routine. I know Arkady wants to do something really fucking special for the Halloween show, so maybe you and me can kick ass onstage there?"
"Lies and blasphemy. I always pine for you. You just don't know it because I resist the nearly overwhelming urge to wax you poetry." She got up too, getting up on her tiptoes to stretch. "We do. I mean, it'll be amazing because it's us, but still." She grinned. "That sounds like it'd be fun. I love Halloween."
"Me too. Favorite holiday by far, and you can just pass yourself off as awesome special effects," she teased, grinning. "We can do the coolest fucking routine ever if we put a little work into it, man."
"Ah yes, the one day of the year that my less than human qualities don't mean I'm Satan's daughter." She chuckled some. "Of course. We'll have them dying at our feet."
"Satan should be so lucky," Sioux scoffed, grabbing the door handle of Izzie's trailer. "We'll have them eating out of our hands for sure... even Melanthe won't be able to compete with what we're gonna do to 'em." She grinned, then blew a kiss to Izabela. "G'night, babe."
"Obviously. Psh, a siren won't ever be able to compare to both of us combined." She blew a kiss right back, giving a little wave right after. "Night, hun."