Ladies Night! CHARACTERS: ♀ only! TOPIC: Fondue & karaoke! DATE & TIME: Monday, August 11th, 2014 @ 9:20pm. LOCATION: Kitchen, then the world. RATING: T!
The spread was diminishing rapidly - thank God. Leftovers were a home ec teacher's worst nightmare. Zap had worked her way down from the cheese dippers to the 'main course' and was smothering a mushroom tortellini in Gorgonzola cheese sauce. It was a hard life. Her little kiddo-to-be gave, what she hoped was, a contented kick and she grinned from ear-to-ear. She'd missed that sensation, and it had only begun a week or two earlier. Subconsciously, her hand went to her belly to caress the baby right where she'd been jabbed. 'Get ready for gorgonzola' she thought, smirking.
The kitchen smelled spectacular, Elvi thought. The espresso machine was chirping merrily, pots of bouillon were bubbling, there was warm chocolate and soft pretzels... Sometimes she felt like their once-monthly fondue nights were the sole reason she was still playing derby. And then, she'd recall that derby kicked ass and just enjoy the fondue. Besides, she'd landed a viking with her fondue-fed form. Who else did she have to impress? "I was gonna eat that cake..." the strawberry-blonde complained, jokingly, as she looked right into the ginger's eyes. Rhia had just nabbed a chunk of brownie that the empath had staked a mental claim on. "I'll... just have to make up for it with two red velvets." She took a long, preparatory swill of her whiskey-espresso and then grabbed her torch and pitchfork.
Meanwhile, Dazzler was staring longingly at Elvi's spiked coffee while she sipped her virgin berrytini and sat perched on one of the many comfortable bar stools. Sip, sip, sigh. "So who here thinks Alex has a chewable backside?" The semi-newcomer's eyebrows raised and, for once, her forehead wasn't burdened by the weight of a wig. She was au naturalle tonight, black hair, quasi-makeup and dressed down. Her facade had come down pretty quickly after meeting the likes of Kurt Wagner and Lorna Dane, for instance. She didn't need to wear a mask here, that was for damned sure. She just needed for focus on her. Oh, and that adorable-ass dork downstairs. Mmm. Sip.
"Summers?" Aurora asked, needlessly and muttering. "Oui," she nodded, cheeks full of lobster tail. She smirked and looked sideways at Matrix, who was beside her (and down a bit), then resisted elbowing the petite femme whom she'd observed eyeballing Havok's good looks. But really, who hadn't? She swallowed. "I never went to a slumber party when I was young, but, I feel as though this is what it would be like. Non?" she chuckled a bit, "We should go tell scary stories in the library next," the Canadian half-teased. But really, she could weave a hellacious horror tale. Oh! A baby carrot had almost escaped her... she smiled devilishly at the tiny vegetable and murmured, "Je te dévorera..." Comical, evil laughter played in her head movie after the first sound of carrot crunching between her teeth.