Maybe it was the party vibes, maybe it was the solstice, but Nic was feeling stupidly good. It wasn't just the wine, though that certainly helped, but the people and the feeling of community. It wasn't something he got often, and realized that these people would've never been brought together if it weren't for his sister's insane obsession with throwing a party this year. It had been a lot, but he was glad for it now. It made him feel warm and festive and horny-- though there was really only one person in the room on the receiving end of the latter feeling. After Reagan left him, he sought out Lem, smiling as he snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She was so small that he had to crouch a little to do so, but he didn't care. "Having fun?" he grinned, resting his chin on her shoulder.
Lem was having fun, even if it was weird to be in a house full of strangers. It wasn’t her house, so maybe that made a difference. She’d gotten a Christmas-y sweater dress from the thrift store that she was pretty sure had been for a pre-teen in its former life, and punked it up a bit with torn leggings and spiky jewelry and her boots that came halfway up her calves. She’d done some dark makeup, and kind of felt like a spooky holiday princess, which was fun. She’d been drinking and bumming around with Vex, staring at all the interesting people and watching Nic be a gregarious host. It was pretty cute.
She was refilling her cup when arms slipped around her from behind. If Lem wasn’t feeling drunk and loose it might have scared her, but at the moment it just made her grin. “Yeah,” she answered, bumping her temple against his head. She couldn’t quite lean back against him since he was crouching, but that didn’t stop the slight backward sway of her hips. “Your friends are weird, I like them. And the house looks like a fever dream, I dig it.” Lem poured some more wine into her cup.
"It's like a high without the drugs," Nic grinned, straightening up so she could lean against him. He liked how nicely her body fit there and the pressure of her hips against his was delicious. "I think Zan would have me leave it up till Christmas, but I can't handle it more than one night. It'd drive me crazy. But it's fun for the moment." Plus, it made his sister happy. Nic had a tendency to roll his eyes at her antics, but this time it was worth it. "Who've you met so far?"
Lem leaned when there was more of Nic’s body behind her, and tilted her head back to look at him upside down. She liked how he loomed over her, tall and protective. Like Vex, only with more sexiness involved. It was comforting. “Ummm ...” she thought, licking her lips and glancing around without taking her head off of Nic’s chest. “Bad with names ... Zania’s boyfriend, the hippie lady read my palm ... I remember seeing the dark witch people at the fancy dance ... oh the gypsy guy, Rost, I remember him.” She laughed a bit, looking up at his face again. “And I knew our werewolf and his cousin already, a’course.”