Cigars on Ice

[Sawyer Lynn]

Sawyer would have thought she looked completely ridiculous skulking the hallways with her bag clinking every now and then with the bottles of alcohol she was sneaking over to Dani's room. If she were sober. It had started off as a good idea, trying to relive their first night together. That was a good night, making Sawyer smile again as she approached the room.

Opening the door, instead of making a beeline to Lucy's room as she usually did, her slightly curved trajectory led her to Dani's door, twisting the doorknob and pushing against it, hanging off the doorknob with a grin. "Sexy times have arr -- balls." She mumbled, finding the room empty. A small pout carved on to the voice mimic's face as she closed the door.

Turning so she could go to Lucy's room, she immediately banged into somebody. Thinking it was Dani, Sawyer's smile widened. "Sex -- oh...eh, you're sexy too." She shrugged when she saw it was Lucy's bed partner. "Lucy in?" She asked, letting her bag strap slide down to her hand so she could rummage through the contents.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Twenty-four hours. It had been a full twenty-four hours since Penelope had been able to touch or even speak properly to Lucy. The prior night, her Australian counterpart was away for the night – the first time that Penny had attempted to sleep without the comfort of Lucy in two months.

Needless to say, the Brit hadn't actually slept all that well. At one point, she found peace in the solitude of her own company, and now, at night, it was irking.

Yes, she saw Lucy in class, but it was different. They weren't alone.

Once classes ended, the Brit had every intention of meeting with her counterpart, but her mother had called. A conversation with the Blaise mother was never short, and by the time it actually ended, Penelope was frustrated beyond all belief.

Matters only became worse as entered room 202's common area. Her dark eyes immediately landed on Sawyer as she headed into Danielle's dorm. The Brit raised her eyebrows before quickly making her way towards Lucy's dorm.

If she was quick enough, she was sure she wouldn't be noticed by the voice mimic. Penny reached for the handle, but her hand faltered before knocking quietly on the door. It was only then that the Brit twisted the handle, stepping inside as she closed the door quickly behind herself.

Empty.

Penny's lips pressed into a hard line as she looked around the space. Of all things, she hadn't expected the Australian to be missing. Letting out an annoyed breath, the psychometrist opened the door and headed back out, assuming that Sawyer was already inside Danielle's dorm.

But then she was forcefully run into. Penny took a few steps to the side, balancing herself out so that she wouldn't fall before staring at Sawyer with a judgmental look. Sexy? Although she didn't know Danielle all too well, she had thought that the electrokinetic had a better judgment than...this.

Still, she was now very aware that Sawyer was Lucy's friend. A close friend. The Brit pursed her lips, trying to hold back the sharp comment on the end of her tongue. “No. She's not.”

[Sawyer Lynn]

Sawyer tried hard not to let her eyes roam down the psychometrist's body but in her inebriated state, she wasn't even aware of the thought crossing her mind.

Thankfully, the bottle of whiskey in her hand was distraction enough for the voice mimic not to concentrate on the girl in front of her. Too much anyway.

"Balls." Sawyer took a sharp intake of breath before twisting off the cap to the bottle and taking a swig. "Uh...want some? I got plenty. And you know I like to share." She smirked, reaching the bottle out in Penelope's direction. Without proper depth perception however, the bottle ended up nicking the Brit's shoulder a little.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penny glanced down at the bottle in Sawyer’s hands, an eyebrow twitching upward. She was drinking? Even more so, the voice mimic was carrying around a bottle of whiskey as if she didn’t care who saw it. There must have been more subtle ways to get intoxicated around here.

She took in a breath as she felt the bottle connect with her shoulder, and took a small step backwards, away from both it and the person holding it. “No, thank you.”

The psychometrist glanced briefly at the door before bringing her attention back to Sawyer. “Why are you drinking?” she asked. Briefly, she contemplated stating it was against both the law and school policy, but she doubted the voice mimic would care.

[Sawyer Lynn]

Penelope was right. Had she voiced her thoughts then, Sawyer would have agreed completely that she really didn't care who saw. Even if she did try to 'sneak' the bottles into the dorm in her backpack.

With her rejection came Sawyer's pout. It didn't last long as the voice mimic shrugged and gulped down practically half the bottle she had taken out.

Licking her lips, she stared at Penelope when the question was posed to her. Sawyer liked to believe that the look of disbelief on her face answered everything but her mouth ran faster than her mind so the next thing coming out of her mouth was "Why aren't you?"

Another swig of the bottle and Sawyer was offering the other girl the bottle again. "Alcohol makes everything better. I'm..." she pulled back the bottle as she pointed to herself, swaying as she tried to form the next sentence. "...better drunk."

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penny's eyes widened as she watched Sawyer guzzle down the liquid. She briefly wondered how much the voice mimic had already had, and if she'd have to call an ambulance due to alcohol poisoning.

She opened her mouth to speak. To give a perfectly logical explanation about why she wasn't drinking. But the voice mimic had spoke again before Penny could begin to reply, and her statement had thrown the Brit.

This time, Penny extended her hand forward, fingers curling around the glass as she took it from Sawyer. However, she hadn't made the move to actually drink it, but instead simply get it out of Sawyer's hands. “For some reason, I doubt that.” Her features softened as she looked at the voice mimic. “You need to sit down.” Penny hesitated, watching as Sawyer swayed before she took in a breath and started walking towards the couch. She never reached to help the girl, hoping that she would be able to make it there on her own.

[Sawyer Lynn]

When the psychometrist finally took the bottle, Sawyer grinned triumphantly, thinking she had succeeded in convincing the uptight Brit to loosen up.

Laughing at the other girl's joke (or so it seemed to the inebriated voice mimic), Sawyer pointed finger guns at Penelope, very amused by it. "You're funny, English. But you are also a factual comedienne. I do need to sit." She nodded, shuffling over to the couch and flopping down, sprawling across it as she hung her head over the arm.

"Oh God this feels good for my back." She moaned lightly before rummaging through her bag once more to get out another bottle. At the rate she was going, alcohol poisoning was going to be the least of her worries. She twisted the cap off and held the bottle out to Penelope, attempting to clink it against hers. "Cheers, friend."

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Thankfully, Sawyer hadn't needed assistance towards the couch. She carefully eyed the voice mimic's shoes as she laid down, making sure she wasn't spreading mud or dirt all over the cushions.

Her eyes widened even more as Sawyer pulled out what seemed to be another bottle. This one, brand new. Just how much alcohol was this girl carrying around? She couldn't help but to roll her eyes at the thought, but as Sawyer twisted the cap off of her bottle, she stared at the voice mimic. How she clearly didn't care. How she was content, even happy, in her intoxicated state. The last twenty-four hours had been too much for the psychometrist, to not care would be something of a blessing by this point.

This girl was Lucy's best friend. Sawyer was important to the Australian, and that meant she had to have some redeeming qualities deep in there.

An eyebrow shot up as the bottle she held clanked against Sawyer's. She hesitated a moment before reaching forward with her free hand, taking hold of the bottle Sawyer had before slipping the other into the voice mimic's hands.

“Cheers.” She tipped the bottle to her lips. Penny might have chosen to drink, but she wasn't going to do so from the same bottle as another person.

–-----

What proper nature the normally uptight Brit had seemed to disappear more and more with every drink she had. She sat on the couch next to Sawyer, fingers still curled around the bottle, which now had significantly less liquid inside. “Okay, so you're her best friend.” Her accent had heightened in her drunken state as she pointed at Sawyer with the bottle. “So, by proxy, that makes you my best friend, too.” Logical? Of course.

Penny placed the bottle to her lips, taking another swig before leaning back against the couch. “So you can't be upset that I'm having incredible sex with your best friend, because I'm your best friend, too.”

[Sawyer Lynn]

Sawyer wasn't even bothered when her bottle was replaced by the half empty one. A drink was a drink. She still had about four or more bottles in her bag anyways. She was surprised when the Brit finally reciprocated. Gleefully, Sawyer downed the rest of her bottle.

--

"Yes, I am. And yes I am!" Sawyer interjected in between the psychometrist's sentences, her smile widening as she nodded enthusiastically at her logic.

She was right. Whatever Lucy had with Penelope, Sawyer was pretty sure, by proxy, she had with Sawyer. And the other way around. In whatever way anyone looked, the three were now each other's any and everything. It just made sense.

"What? Upset? Me? No." Sawyer drew out her no before it became a low laugh. She held up her forefinger in Penelope's direction, though it steered from where she intended it to be. "I am stupid glad that she's gettin' some. And you're gettin' some. Because I wanna get me some but I ain't so you guys will have to get some for me!" She babbled, leaning closer and closer into Penelope unconsciously.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penny was very glad that Sawyer agreed. After all, they were best friends now. The Brit had been suddenly very concerned with what Sawyer thought of her as a person, and what she thought of her as a person who was having sex with Lucy Serrano. To hear that she wasn't upset? It made Penny ecstatic.

“Aren't you and—” Penny gestured in the direction of Danielle's dorm. Sawyer had just been coming out of there talking about sex just an hour before. “--you know, getting some?”

But when Sawyer continued, or rather, Penelope's mind followed the rest of what she had said, the Brit couldn't help but to grin. “Oh, we are.” She raised her eyebrows to the voice mimic, completely unaware that Sawyer was leaning in towards her. “A lot. And I mean a lot. Like...woah.”

[Sawyer Lynn]

Penelope's question got Sawyer thinking. Turning to Dani's door, a quick grin flashed on Sawyer's face. "Maybe." She giggled, shaking her head in embarrassment. "I don't wanna freak her out. I mean I want her to get her freak on but I don't wanna push. it's a strange feeling." She nodded philosophically.

"Yes. Yes. This is good. This is excellent." Sawyer nodded at Penelope's response. The voice mimic could not be any happier in that moment, knowing this girl was taking care of her girl. It did cross her mind that she wanted in on it but no. She wanted in on what was not behind the other closed door in the dorm.

"You better be makin' her scream, English. I mean seriously. You go in and you make her body shake." The tiny brunette realised what she had just said and started laughing again. "Look at me, asking someone else to screw my gal good and nice." She laughed, tipping forward into Penelope's lap. Her mind was telling her to move but her body went "Haha nope."

Her face was pressed against the couch as she flopped about to find a comfortable position. "This feels good." She mumbled, her one hand holding her beer tight while the other started groping what she thought was the couch.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penny watched Sawyer carefully as she spoke about Dani, raising her eyebrows at the clear affection in the voice mimic's tone. “You tell her you like her?” She had trouble imagining Lucy's innocent roommate doing anything of the sort. Still, she nodded as Sawyer spoke.

“Scream? I'm telling you, that girl has a hard time keeping quiet.” Penny couldn't help but to laugh lightly as she pressed the bottle to her lips again. “I mean, you'd think from how forward she is around everyone that she'd be that way in bed. But let me tell you--” she pointed at Sawyer “--she likes not being in control. She loves it.” She tilted the bottle back, finishing it. “When she sounds like that--” She ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head. “I just know. And Christ, her grip!”

Really, she would have continued if it weren't for her new best friend toppling over into her lap. Penny looked down at Sawyer, shaking her head at the way she was struggling to get up. Had she been sober, she might have resorted to physical violence by that point, but fortunately the alcohol in her system had made her much less particular. “Do I look like a pillow to you?” Still, there was only one person she wanted on top of her. “Oi! That does not feel good.” She tried to swat Sawyer's hand away. “For Australian hands only!”

Still, she felt the need to continue where she had left off, or at least where she was sure she left off. “You and her. I mean. Did you ever...?” She tilted her head back, looking up at the ceiling. “'Cause if you did, I don't know how you could just stop. I sure as hell wouldn't be able to; I haven't yet.” She smirked, “I haven't banged Lucy in a day and I'm dying.”

[Sawyer Lynn]

The very notion of showing that level of emotion made Sawyer burst out laughing. Long and hard. And when she thought she was over the laughter, the idea popped into her head once more and she laughed again. "What?" she squeaked in between laughs. "Come on, don't be silly bestie. You're such a hoot!" She snorted, shaking her head and wiping at her eyes from the tears that had squeezed out.

Listening to Penelope talk about sexed up Lucy had Sawyer grinning like an idiot. "You're a sex goddess. Augh I'm so glad she met you!"

At being pushed away, Sawyer pouted and whined a little. "But so comfy. And soft." She groaned before finally pushing herself off of the psychometrist, but kept her proximity.

Her question made another burst of laughter occur before Sawyer shook her head. She paused a bit when she remembered when Lucy and her first met. That was ages ago and it wasn't like they did anything. "Naah. We've been very chaste. Just little kissies every here and there. And gropes. But I guess now she doesn't need my hand anymore." Sawyer gave Penelope an exaggerated wink before wrapping her arms around the psychometrist, hugging her tightly. Without much hand eye co-ordination while inebriated, though, she ended up hugging Penelope's head instead of her body. "Yay for gettin' some!" Sawyer giggled, wiggling around with Penelope's head still in her grip.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

It'd been a pretty difficult set of hours for Lucy. She ended up staying over with Rowan, because as far as she could understand he needed someone to be around. Whatever was really going on was still pretty lost on her, but she knew her company was better than nothing.

Even when they were in class, it was pointless. Actually, it made things worse. Lucy could see her, but she couldn't really look at her. Nor could she talk to her. And that fact put her on edge.

It got worse after classes when she ran into Dani, who evidently needed someone to talk to. But she was, in a short phrase, awkward as fuck about talking, so instead she'd asked the Australian to play video games for an unspecified amount of time in the student lounge. As much as Lucy wanted to tell her to, in a short phrase, get fucked. She didn't. She complied. And so she wasn't around when Penny and Sawyer arrived.

The only time she'd talked to Penny was through short text conversations, and she was absolutely useless with her phone. It'd been over an hour and she hadn't gotten an answer, so she pretty much just left it as it was.

Still, eventually Lucy headed back to the dorm on her own, her beloved 360 all thrown into a backpack and slung over her shoulder. When she opened the unlocked door, what she saw was just indescribable. Two familiar people on a couch together. At first, she felt an unfamiliar stream of panic, because the last time she'd known these two to be in a situation together was ridiculously volatile. But this was obviously different. It didn't take a genius to notice those bottles. Or that grin on Sawyer's mouth.

Or the fact that Penny was... Different.

"The fuck're you two doing?" She asked, an amused grin on her mouth as she raised her eyebrows once.

[Penelope Serrano-Blaise]

Penny's eyebrows knit together at Sawyer's response. What was so hard about telling someone that she liked them? Then again, it had taken herself a while to say the same to Lucy. It was understandable, but not impossible. She waved her empty bottle at the voice mimic before placing it on the table. Briefly, she considered reaching for the next, but Sawyer's comment had thrown her off track.

The statement brought a laugh from the psychometrist, something which was of a rarity for her. But there was no other response to offer. “I'm glad she met me too.” Penny nodded thoughtfully, “Even if I did hate her.” A pause. “I still kinda do. But. I love her. So it balances out.”

Fortunately, even while drunk, Penny was immune to Sawyer's pout. Although she could clearly handle physical contact much better in comparison to being sober, the Brit still wasn't going to let her go around grabbing her there.

Penny had to admit, she was glad to hear that Sawyer and Lucy had never had sex. “Good.” She verbalized the thought with another nod. As she felt Sawyer's arms wrap around her head, the Brit looked upwards, almost losing her balance. Again, she grinned at Sawyer and her exclamation. She rose a hand, intent on celebrating with her recently acquired best friend, but the door opening caught her attention.

“There you are!” Penny's eyes lit up at the familiar accent, a breathless smile pulling at her lips as she caught sight of the ink manipulator she missed so much. Had Sawyer not had her arms physically wrapped around her head, the Brit likely would have gotten up and grabbed Lucy. Instead, she settled for extending her arm out, opening and closing her hand as a means to somehow communicate that she wanted Lucy closer to herself.

“We were just talking about how much I like fucking you.”