Re: [nye party quicklog]
How about we ditch the Angel part too? It somehow feels like a whole lot to measure up to. And besides-- [Honey and fawn, brown sugar frosting on an oatmeal cookie, her eyes were a kind of warm that went beyond friendly. When she smiled, it was 40 watts.] Feels like a lot to measure up to. My name is Destiny, for the record, your honor... and this is my party. [Which wasn't to say that she had half a clue on who the scattering of people dancing through the living room were. A couple of the girls in the kitchen were taking shots, Destiny knew them from the trailers. There were a couple regulars from the diner talking politics beside the Christmas tree that had yet to be taken down. Aside from all of that, Destiny intended to make new friends tonight. She was starting here with Gunster, Patrick.
He made mention of that second request once more, and Destiny gave him a playfully calculating look as she got kitten-cozy on his lap.] Now, how old are you, honey? [The rolled paper and herbs glowed red from between her fingers. When she ashed, it as done carefully into the cusp of her own hand without any worry over being burned. And he'd said Gunster, hadn't he?
Destiny leveraged her elbow onto the plush back of the recliner, leaning just a little, humming along with the dance song in the speakers, wondering a bit more before she asked.] You related to Connie?