Rarity thinks this could use more sparkle! (threediamonds) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-08-27 17:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, azula, rarity |
So... Do you like breathe fire too?
Who: Azula and Rarity
What: Drinking, talking about Setsuna, getting a tattoo
When: Several days ago, before Rarity got her tattoo
Where: ALL THE PLACES
Rating: R for cursing, tattoos, and drinking too much.
After a few new stops, buying the strap-on she wanted and a few different sized other toys, she’d gone home. It was only to put everything into her apartment, and to call a taxi. She was going to go drinking, going to make Azula drink, and they were going to go crazy.
It’s by now that they’re at the bar and she’s already had a few drinks. She’s sitting in the corner of a round set of boots, scarf off and hair at her shoulders. “So... How... How already are you anyway, darling?”
It would prove difficult to make Azula drink more than a glass of one anything, but depending on how strong that was that could make her very tipsy at the very least.
"How am I what?" She was still nursing her very first drink.
She shook her head and refocused. “How old are you anyway. Yeah, heh. “ She actually snorted out a giggled and drank down the last bit, motioning for the bartender. She said she was going to get wasted, she meant that.
“Old enough.” She laughed, feeling at ease with herself and Rarity. She wasn't interested in getting wasted, or smashed, but she was willing to loosen up a little and have a little fun. So she put down some cash, "I'll pay for this round."
Rarity let out an appreciative noise, raising the next glass up to her. “Thank you, fire lady!” Yes, she wasn’t going to forget that. “So... Do you like breathe fire too?” Leaned over, fixing the fim leather and metal brace she’d put inside the boot to keep her leg secure to heal, whilst still looking amazing.
“Are you secretly a dragon? Because...” Took a long swig down. “In all the dreams I’ve had... I’m a unicorn! A pony unicorn!” Giggled at her own words.
In answer, Azula snorted a bit of fire out of her nose. That had actually been an accident and it was a miracle she didn't set her drink alight. She rolled her eyes, "I'm not a dragon. My whole family can do that. My Uncle killed a dragon once." She felt momentary discomfort at feeling pride for that.
"You're a pony."
“I guess so! And I can do this!” She focused, well as much as one could when as tipsy as she was. After a short while, the fork that was next to their basket of mozzarella sticks began to glow a soft pink and floated to one of them. It stabbed one of the sticks, dipped into the sauce, and brought it to her mouth to take a bite. It wasn’t long before it fell with a clink, her unable to hone the magic for longer than a few seconds. “See! Unicorn! Or... SOMETHING!”
"Interesting." She wondered if that was like airbending, or more accurately the sort of metalbending that Toph was able to do. Like her ability to cast lightning, a refinement of the base skill to manipulate earth.
Regardless, she didn't look shocked in the slightest.
After fire, she wouldn’t have expected her to be shocked. She took another drink and looked at her. “H-hey Azula! H-how do you tell someone that you think... think.” shook her head and giggled. “That you think they’re too... too smart for you and.. and you feel inferior because of it?”
And actually asking that was extremely sobering. She set the glass down and put a hand to her mouth.
"You don't," Azula replied. "Because you aren't. Perhaps I need more information as to what you mean, Rarity."
“Set...Setsuna. She’s a teacher. I’ve... I’ve never even thought of going to higher education...” Groaned and asked for two more shot. More than set on getting past the subject as quickly as possible. For once, she hates that she’s even gotten to the club.
Azula is too easy to talk to sometimes, seriously.
"So she's a teacher, that doesn't make her better than you. You're smart, just in other ways..." Azula found herself on the odd position of propping up Rarity's self esteem. She was the last person who should do that for anyone.
“I... I don’t deserve.. deserve her. “ Tipped her head back. “She deserves someone smart! Ad pretty! And oh I’m a scam...” She becomes the self wallow oh woe is me drunk, and here is a prime example. “Hey-Hey! you know what I want to do?!”
"And Ty Lee deserves someone who isn't a bitch but that hasn't stopped her from insisting we belong together," Azula countered roughly. "You're smarter, wheras I'm a class a bitch."
She sighed, "What?"
“There’s a tattoo parlour down the street, Let’s go.” She down that glass, and wobbled to her feet. “And don’t you stop me, been having dreams of something on the ponies ass and it’s cute so come on.” She said after nearly falling to the floor.
"Not that one," Azula grabbed Rarity's arm, then pulled her close and lifted her up. "It's not clean and has a bad reputation. I know a better one."
“Oh! OH! OKAY!” Giggled and held tight to her before skipping out of the club. Of course after stealing a drinking and downing it before the person could protest. Then she was quickly off and spinning around. “Maybe not smoking will be easier! WHEEEEE”
Azula gave her a deadpan look before summoning another taxi. She shoved Rarity in and gave the address. Once inside she let the gentle buzz from her one glass warm her and she even permitted herself a light giggle.
Rarity flopped face first into Azula’s lap, giggling like crazy. “ Can you shoot fire from other... other...” Pulled her head back “Can you make fire come from your pussy?” Very ridiculous question, of course!
Patting her hair awkwardly, Azula rolled her eyes again, and didn't dignify that with a response. For that, she was going to get 'Setsuna's Bitch' tattoo'd somewhere she wouldn't notice until much, much later.
Once at the parlour, the man asked what she wanted and she drew a quick sketch of it out. He asked where and she quickly hiked her skirt up and bent over the chair. “There!” He looked to Azula. “Sign this for me.”
"It's your ass." Azula shrugged a shoulder, "Why should I sign anything?" Frankly, she was a little bothered by how easy this was. Weren't the good places supposed to deny someone that roaring drunk? She looked around the tattoo parlor, wondering if it wasn't as good as she'd remembered, and rubbed absently at her arm.
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“Because without it we can’t. And to be honest, it’s very original, and one I don’t think she’d regret. It’s obviously not a name, and judging by the earring she has on, I doubt she’d protest.” He blinked when she grabbed the paper and awkwardly signed it. “It’s supposed to be on my ass anyway, dreams and all. Might as well get one! Bah! Don’t do the tattoo and I we will sew... Uh.. some part of your body.”
“Alright...” He’s doing this mostly out of fear now.
"Don't blame me when you get Hepatitis." Despite her words, Azula discreetly sterilized the needle when the man's back was turned with a precision stream of blue fire.
" Are you sure you want to do this like this?”
“Uh... I think! I’d never be able to handle the needles...” Hiccuped and dropped her head. “If I weren’t... wasted. “ Rolled her eyes and hiccuped again. “My ass is far too sensitive. Can’t even do what we talked about doing... there.”
The man arched his eyebrow before setting to work.
Azula rolled her eyes again. If one couldn't handle this kind of pain, what made her think she could handle anything sexually painful? She looked around the shop while the man worked, wondering if she ought to pierce something.
Not here though. She didn't trust this place any longer.
First contact of the needle and she did jerk away. Only this time with an actual giggle. “Ack. Hold on.” She focused on things, trying to not focus on the fact she’s ticklish as all hell. Even the needle prick is enough to make that happen. She could handle the pain from needles anywhere else, just not her ass. “I hope to god Setsuna doesn’t find out how ticklish my ass is. I’d be doomed!”
"Oh, she won't find out," Azula lied, with a smart assed grin on her face.
It didn’t take too long, being the tattoo was insanely simple. By now Rarity has actually managed to pass out from a drunken stupor.
The man looked up to her. “I’m sorry. We usually don’t do things when they’re drunk. But... This was poor judgement on my part. Don’t expect her to pay me. I won’t take it.”
Azula shrugged a shoulder, as if it didn't really matter to her. Then she smiled deviously, "Can we fake a tattoo on her other cheek?"
“That’s entirely possible. I can do a henna, or just an ink that stays for a week or so.” Tipped his head. “What would you want me to write?”
"Something she can wash up in a day or two," Azula replied. She wrote something down in a flowery script. Setsuna's Bitch.
"Maybe last long enough for Setsuna to see it." And this, folks, is why Azula doesn't like mind altering substances.
“I can do that!” He went to grab the temp ink, coming back with a brush and wiped the cheek clean then patted it dry. “I assume this is payback for something?
Rarity only twitched in her drunken sleep.
"Payback for getting this drunk." Azula shrugged a shoulder again, watching eagerly as the temp tattoo was applied, "Sort of a lesson. I'm trying to get her to stop smoking, too."
Once he’d finished, he smirked. “I assume Setsuna is her girlfriend?” Fanned the ink dry before putting the bandage over the tattoo.
She nodded her head, "Yes. Otherwise I'd use my name. But this will be more
amusing."