Re: [nye party quicklog]
[Destiny's party knowledge was both limited and appalling in aspect to what was average for somebody her age. In the school days, she hadn't partied. In college, she'd been too busy studying until she was too busy ditching. Everything before that, it'd been childhood birthday parties that were populated by classmates but never friends. After college it was different because after college came Bucharest, where parties were fireside until the dawn edge of night. Parties there were music and love, family and food. Cut back to the states and she was hooking now... and parties were different again. Parties were work with clear nail polish holding the runs in her stockings together. They were hotel rooms and cash left on the bed. This was the first honest party she'd taken part of since... she didn't know when. That made her feel hostess warm inside.]
Gunster? [Mid-pull and she was eyeing him with a no-way kind of look that was too friendly to be suspicious. She was sizing him up and pushing her flute of vodka-infused bubbly into his hand because he'd asked so nice. The joint was still on her lips for another hit, but Destiny ashed it on the edge of her blue-painted fingernail and pointed it his way as well.] Guardian angel can't be my name tonight? I thought it fit so well?
[It was good that he wasn't shy. Destiny did fine with shy, she got cozy with shy folk just fine. She was real accomplished at pulling shy men out of their morals and their clothes... as a result, she wasn't shy. And, as far as experience dictated, two non-shys made for all sorts of great conversation.]
Sit down, Gunster. There aren't so many chairs, so we're going to have to share. [Meaning that she would claim his lap, once they'd claimed the recliner in the living room.]