lordofbunnies (lordofbunnies) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2008-10-08 21:32:00 |
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Current mood: | mischievous |
Entry tags: | alana kellings, pan, puck tucker |
Who: Pan and Alana
What: O hai der
Where: Somewhere in Miami, not really specified?
When: BACKDATED to yesterday
Warnings: God Gropin' (copyright to Pan INC & Associates), this silly icon.
The brush! The soap! THE BATHTUB!
Goats were never fond of water, so it made sense that the goat god was scared silly of it. Having escaped the flat, he was disappearing into the crowds of Miami, for once glad that the city was so stuffed to the gills with humans. He caught his breath on a bench, panic passing. Safe? Presumably. Dionysus? Probably nursing a few bite marks and hoof-shaped bruises at home. Phew!
Pan opened his eyes and examined the crowd. One in particular shot out to him; a woman, lovely and shaped like a woman should be, brown hair... wasn't she that lovely little thing who'd so happily joined him for a roll in the hay last week, so to speak? Grinning, he hopped up and sneaked over. Once close enough, he gave her a pinch on the butt, his calling card that she should recall. "Hello, Stephanie~"
Oh Hell no.... Someone did not just... The hand was flying and the face shifted to spell doom for whoever it was behind her before even hearing the case of mistaken identity. She wasn't aiming to slap them in the face, but that hand was not going near her ass again. So as she turned, the dark haired woman who'd been sipping an ice coffee, let her palm strike against the arm of whoever it was that dared to invade her bubble. "Excuse me?"
Sounding striking like a wounded animal, Pan yelped. Oy! He withdrew his hand and stepped back. "Hey, that's no way to..." Wait. "Hey, you're not Stephie."
"No shit Sherlock," she snapped back, and rubbed her bum where he'd pinched. So not used to that. She frowned, ready to lay into him for the actions before realizing that he looked familiar. "Hey, aren't you that guy from the apartment?"
Uh oh. Was he about to get into troub-- well, more trouble than right now? He had to catch himself before he looked around for cops. "Maybe? Dunno, memory's shit. You look awful familiar, too, though." He stood on tiptoe to peer up at her. "We ever do it?"
She frowned. "No." Seriously, was this how the guy knew everyone? The pinch on the ass might say yes. "You're D's friend, aren't you? You were lookin' at the apartment, said it'd make a good party space."
Pan blinked, then smiled warmly. "Oh! Yeah! I remember now! You're..." Think think think. "Lanna? Right?"
"Alana," she smirked. Eh, close enough. "So whatever happened ta the place? It end up workin' out for ya or what?"
"Nah, I got something better. D's movin' out to be with some beau," he said with a shrug, running his hand his sore arm. Shit, she hit harder than Athena.
She'd take that as a compliment if spoken aloud. Her eyebrows arched at the statement. "What? He's staying with one person now?"
"Some pretty boy," snickered Pan. "Though I gotta say..." Wink wink. "He ain't got nothing on you, lass."
At that, Alana snickered. "Oh, I'm sure he's got plenty on me..." Like experience and male anatomy. Somehow, that made things make some kind of sense. "How long has he been with the beau?"
Eh, Pan had always preferred females to males, even if he wasn't about to object to either's company. "Um, not sure myself. A few months? Seems real off and on, but last I heard, they moved in together and it's stuck that way."
"Makes an apartment hunt all the easier for you at least then." She smirked and sipped her coffee. "So who's this Stephanie ya thought I was?"
Sighing happily -- lustily? -- he put a hand over his heart and swayed a bit in place. "The little nymph who captured my heart for a few hours. And not just my heart."
Okay, um, didn't need details. She shuddered the smallest bit. "Spare me the brain destroying details... Were ya supposed ta meet her or somethin'?"
"Nah, but you look an awful lot like her. 'Specially in those jeans~" he purred teasingly.
"Too bad you'll never find out how much 'm like her out of them," she retorted with a sweet smile.
Pan pouted. "I heard you were a spoilsport. And that was putting it politely."
"Oh? Who told ya that?" Not that it wasn't true, but she was curious what D had said about her.
"D." Duh.
"What else did he say?" she challenged.
Eep. Pan realized then, maybe he'd said too much. "Nothin'."
She snickered. "Come on. I doubt there's anything he's said that I haven't heard before."
"Wouldn't wanna say anything rude or otherwise behind my mate's back," he retorted proudly. "So nyah~"
"You don't think I deserve ta know the truth 'bout someone I'm goin' on a vacation with?" she asked, wondering if D had bothered to mention this little bit of information or not.
"Vacation? When're you going on vacation?" he asked with a confused blink, tilting his head to the side. This was news. "Where?" Oh my, she was probably in for a ride if she was letting the god of wine take her anywhere. Tee hee.
"Ah, now maybe I'm the one sayin' to much." She grinned and sipped on her drink, hooking her thumb on her jeans pocket. Please. D knew full well nothing was going to happen on the trip.
The pout returned with a vengeance. "Funny. Last he told me, he was getting ready for a big shindig."
"Some party he's bar tendin' at?" He'd promised her free booze if she dropped in and said hi. She remembered things like that.
"Well, yes," admitted Pan. That wasn't really a secret, lots of people were coming anyway, right? "For a, um, friend of his." Only.. you know, no one important. Just the goddess of love and all that junk.
"I heard about about that. He asked if I'd put in an appearance." She didn't think much of it, just D wanting to work on getting at least a friendship back in line. If he tried anything more, he'd find the line clearly drawn. She tilted her head to the side. "Not for his new beau is it?"
Pan shrugged. "Not that I know of. I'm just bar-tendin' it, don't know what else is goin' on."
"Guess we'll just have ta both show up and see. I can't see D doin' some kind of high brow tie and gown affair." Especially not one he was inviting her to.
Pan snorted. "If he does, I'll gladly hop into a grave and roll around for ya." Pausing, he smirked. "You're not so bad, for a virgin."
She arched her eyebrows at him. That was unexpected. "You make it sound like I've got some disease..."
The goat god shuddered. "Virginity? It was a short term in my life, thank the gods. Only the deepest parts of hell would make me endure it again. You don't know what you're missing, lass."
"Ignorance is bliss," she smirked. "Guess I shouldn't be surprised that it's somethin' D would mention."
"He's..." Uhhhh, good term, good term, good term for this... "Not exactly happy with it, I guess. He's an 'active' guy," he said, using the infamous finger quotes. "And he's used to having people, men and women, flock to him. You're a regular puzzle to him. You know, not the fun sort where you make a picture out of it, the annoying sort where you're trying to put a square into a round hole."
Alana laughed. "I'll have ta tell him that you just called him square," she mentioned, the imagery making it's point. Maybe she wasn't as off the hook from D as she had hoped. He'd realize it soon enough. Hopefully sooner rather than later. "Well, feel free ta point out ta him that I never really made a secret of anything. He can be as active as he wants... just not with me." Really, were virgins that rare?
Like the plague, or so Pan hoped. He shivered again. "I'll be sure. You gonna be coming to the party, then?"
"He promised free drinks," she shrugged. "Might as well as least make an appearance."
"Awesome. And, sorry for pinching your lovely arse."
"Just know who you're pinchin' next time, and maybe ya won't get a bruise." He might not this time, but it was hard to know just yet. "Say hi ta Stephanie for me if ya ever meet her again."
He grinned toothily, the cuteness of his appearance fading a bit with the slight wildness in his smile. "Will do, mate." With a flourished bow, he waved goodbye and ran for it. Could he promise he'd tell D? Well, no, he was still avoiding the hell out of a bath. Maybe... later.
Summary: Pan is evading the hell out of D's threats of bathing and bumps into Alana. Oh, she smacks him around a bit. Yeah, these two are a fun pair. And by fun, I mean 'would be likely to get drunk and go get arrested'.