Confectionary Credence (Rya)

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Backdated to April 14

"Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, the medicine go do~own, medicine go down," Oriel mumbled out the lyrics at about an octave lower than it's traditional key as he whipped up the giant bowl of cake batter with the stainless steel whisk. His birthday was in a week but...that's not what this was for. Nope, April was the month of birthdays. Really, everyone seemed to be having one. Oriel, Tak, even that yodeling turkey, Gryph. Phoenix said he'd gotten something for his dimply friend, and well...Oriel was sure that Kodi also had that guy covered, and, besides the fact that Oriel just didn't give a shit, Oriel decided to do nothing for the bird-brain. Oriel and Phoenix had their own plans for his own birthday next week, so he wasn't going to waste baking a cake for himself. Because that was just pathetic. But Tak was fair game and he needed an excuse to implement this idea he'd had for her ever since the young woman came back after her pregnancy ordeal.

So today was a baking day. While he prepped the cake and got the design figured out, he may as well also toss some cookies in there as well. They were cooling on the steel racks on the table. The rest of the counter space was practically covered in flour which he only wished was from the remains of his flour baby, as that project had finally come to an end, and in other various baking utensils and supplies and ingredients, including a carton of used eggs. It was such a mess in there, but that was A-ok for Oriel had his trusty apron to keep his own clothes from being completely doused in the spoils of baking as well. Oriel thought he looked quite good in it.

Oriel was also pleased at the progress he'd been making on this baking project. The square base of the cake was done, he just had to finish it off with a couple of well placed mounds and then frost it before declaring it a masterpiece. "In the most delightful wa~y," he muttered as he set the mixing bowl aside and spun to snatch the oven mitt from the counter the instant the oven timer dinged. Carefully - after all, he didn't want to burn himself - Oriel retrieved yet another tray of chocolate chip cookies from the super-heated oven and set them upon the stove. Yum.

[Aryana Darcy]

"Will you please shut up? My ears are going to start bleeding," Rya groaned, stepping out of her room in a disheveled mess. Classes for the day were over, and she had one of the worst hangovers she had ever experienced, and having to go to class with it did nothing but put the girl in a very foul mood. So after she had managed to come back to the dorm (effectively skipping her last class), the hydro napped the best she had in a long time.

But waking up, the lingering effects of the hangover still remained, and she was going to take some acetaminophen when she came out to the sound of Oriel singing at the kitchen counter. Oh no.

Fuck no.

The Hydro headed over to the fridge and took the first thing she could find, which was orange juice, and took the jug with her to the couch. She didn't even need cups being that she could easily transfer the liquid from the jug to her mouth without even touching it; and so that is what she did with eyes barely open and her head leaned back against the couch.

"Who are you baking for this time?" She asked with no intention of getting an answer, and in fact, the minute the question left her mouth, she regretted it.

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Whaaaaat? Bleeding ears? Impossible! Oriel had the voice of an angel! And the soul of a devil. Which was a pretty attractive combination, if he did say so himself.

Though…it wasn’t like he took singing lessons or anything. He’d never heard any complaints before, what if he was like those tone deaf people who didn’t know they were actually bad? Like his dancing, he never had any formal training, so he had to get better and be around better people before he realized that while he was good, he definitely wasn’t as good as he thought.

That was depressing.

Just don’t think about it, she was probably just a hung over bitch anyway and didn’t know the sound of rapture when she heard it. Probably.

“Did you even bother to drink any water between shots last night?” Wherever she was, Oriel didn’t care, but it was obvious from the smell that she’d been drinking the night before. Oriel knew a hangover when he saw one. He’d had more than his fair share pre-Hammel. Back in New York.

She asked the question and Oriel gave no hesitation in his answer. “Tak. It’s her birthday tomorrow. The cookies are for whoever wants them.” In fact, he wanted one now. Oriel snatched up one of the cookies that had just finished cooling before starting to shovel them all onto a large plate. Then he transferred the ones he’d just removed from the oven onto the cooling rack. "Yes, I know I'm wonderful. You're welcome," he added with a pompous bow.

[Aryana Darcy]

"I don't fucking know," The Hydro groaned, leaning her head back and covering her eyes with her arm. All she knew was that she went out, and the rest of the night was a blur. This wasn't the first time she had come back piss drunk. The Brit may have even slept with some guy, or a woman, who knew?

Rya peeked from underneath her arm, gazing at the ceiling and then moving her gaze toward the Indian's back. "It's her birthday? I may have to give her a present of my own." She had talked to the girl several times, and found her very appealing to the eye. Maybe she'd consider a more hands-on birthday gift from the Hydrokinetic? She would have to see. 

The smell was becoming unbearable, and by unbearable, she meant way too fucking good for her to resist. Rya stood, heading over to where the cookies sat, and grabbed two for herself. She this moment to look at the cake, and her immediate reaction was to shake her head. "You aren't doing that girl justice," Rya said as she grabbed a cup for the cupboard, and then filled it with milk. She took a bite of the delectable treat, and took a sip of the liquid soon after. 

"I mean, you could do so much better than that, and you know it."

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So she drank so much she blacked out? Wow…Oriel remembered doing that a few times. Ahh, memories….fucking memories.

He decided that if Rya wanted to go out, get piss drunk, and fuck whoever wanted to fuck her when she was piss drunk, then that was her choice. He wasn’t going to say anything about it, especially since he used to be one of those fuckers. Didn’t really have the right to get preachy on her, she was exactly the kind of girl he went after back in the day…

Fuck, back in the day…what kind of kid thinks like that? He was only 16. Almost 17.

“Bet she’d appreciate it,” he agreed. Knowing Tak, she probably didn’t have anything planned. And knowing Tak, she probably hadn’t told anyone about it, so only those who knew her from before would probably know. Considering everything she’d been going through over the past year, Oriel wanted to do something to make her feel special. And half to make up for beating the shit out of her baby’s daddy. Even if he did deserve it.

Oriel blinked over to Rya as she practically levitated over to the kitchen to retrieve her beloved cookies. He snorted as a smirk reached his lips. “Ain’t even close to being done yet,” he advised as he retrieved the bowl of batter. “I am…halfway through constructing a masterpiece. Wait ’til the end, then judge.” Oriel was still quite proud of his idea, he just hoped he could pull it off without any setbacks. He started pouring the batter into two hemisphere cake pans. He borrowed them from the home-ec room.

[Aryana Darcy]

"Don't piss me off, dear." Rya said with a mouth full of cookie. Honestly, she couldn't care any less about how he viewed her at this point in time. They had been living together for the longest time, it would probably have been a nightmare if she had. Whenever he'd get pissed off about her period crap, she'd just remind him it was one more month that he didn't have to worry about pregnancy hormones kicking in.

"Fine," She said ultimately, taking herself back to the couch with robotic movements. Arm draped over her eyes once again, the Brit lied down on the couch with a cookie still hanging from her lips.

Silence probably was even worse than speaking, the Hydro realized as the ringing in her ears seemed to become unbearably loud. What was with her getting so fucking drunk she had to deal with this shit? You'd think she'd have learned her lesson after years of this, but apparently she had not.

"Why so keen on baking for Tak?" She asked.

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“Ohh….I wouldn’t dreaaam of it, Your Majesty,” Oriel gasped out as if he were oh, so terrified of seeing this little girl pissed at him. He wasn’t worried or even scared. The only guy he knew wussy enough to be scared of Rya and her venom tongue(and possibly right hook) was McCarthy and that guy had clearly been avoiding confrontation lately.

Oriel didn’t care if she was grouchy or hung over, he had other things to worry about, like taking care of this cake. If she had a problem with it, then she could just go back to her room. “You know, Gatorade works pretty well for hangovers,” he offered against his better judgement. If Rya was a regular wino, then she probably already knew how to handle hangovers in her own way.

Oriel blinked up as he was pouring the batter into the cake pans, scraping the insides of the bowl with a spatula and flinging the remains into the pans. He had to make sure they were equal. “Why not? I like baking, it’s her birthday, kinda makes sense, don’t it?” Oriel snorted as he went back to work. “Also…I kind of beat up her baby’s daddy.” So it was a kinda sorta gesture of goodwill.

[Aryana Darcy]

It wasn't as if she hadn't looked for gatorade in the beginning of the day. It was the fact that she couldn't find anything, and then they were out of ibuprofen. Rya, who was somewhat of an expert at hangovers at this point, had tried everything in her reach to rid herself of this migraine, and while it still hurt, it was bearable. She shoved the second cookie in her mouth, and moved back to her roommate, smacking Oriel upside the head with an open palm. He may have been taller, but she was older and very much sick of his crap.

"We don't have any Gatorade," The Brit mumbled as she headed towards the fridge once again. Nothing. "And I don't want to go to the store and buy some."

The brunette leaned up against the fridge door, leaning back and forth on her heels, listening to his explanation. "You beat up a dude? With those arms?" Rya scoffed, "Those arms are only good for holding a spatula. Poor boy was probably twelve."

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Oriel would’ve had the room stocked if he a) still drank alcohol or b) cared to spend his limited allowance on taking care of his roommate’s hangovers. But their mistakes weren’t his responsibility. He didn’t have to do half the shit he already did for them - baking cookies, leaving leftovers, cleaning the dorm from floor to ceiling - most of that, especially the cleaning, was done because he was fucking stressed and didn’t like sitting around doing nothing all day while Phoenix was at work.

That said, Oriel didn’t think he deserved that smack. “Ow~!” he exclaimed, though it honestly didn’t hurt that much. After being pumped full of hemotoxin and stuck in the hospital for a week, a girl’s smacks were nothing.

“Checking the fridge again ain’t going to make some magically appear either,” he quipped, “but if you want, I can ask Phoenix to bring some on the way home.”

Oriel wanted to laugh. He was holding back just because he didn’t want to risk dropping the pans he was about to put in the oven. But Oriel wasn’t sure if she was joking or not. Did she not hear about the fights he’d been in? “Oh…is that so…?” he mused as he closed the door to the oven and set the egg-timer. Without another word, Oriel approached the shorter girl, placed his hands on her waist, and lifted her into the air, walking out into the common room and tossing her over his shoulder. “These arms can hold more than just a fucking spatula,” he cackled.

[Aryana Darcy]

Had she been 100% fine, she would have twisted around and flung his ass to the ground with little to no effort, but because her head was pounding, she just allowed herself to dangle there; it wouldn't be the first time she's been in this position. "Ha, Ha. You can hold a girl who barely makes the mark of 5'5" and is 122 pounds up in the air. Congratulations." Her words were bored-sounding, and she didn't even give him the satisfaction of kicking. She'd have her time another day, that much was for certain.

"You know, it kind of is a nice view from here, not having to look at your pube ridden face." Rya said aloud, staring at the fridge. Her elbows propped her up against the younger boy's back as she said this. The view was more peaceful, it was more clean. Well, that is, unless he was making cookies. Because then she'd be nice. Well, sort of. He had her over his shoulder right now, so nice was out of the question.

"So tell me, how does my ass look from here? I've been working real hard on it."

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Honestly, Oriel was disappointed that she didn’t struggle more, but Rya was, as he’d seen, quite the woman. Oriel had been in fights before, that was no secret to anyone. He wasn’t exactly a pushover. However, he didn’t put it past Rya to be able to hold her own against him if she wanted. “So…you’re admitting that it’s easy to subdue a ho like you?”

Oriel laughed as he strutted with the slim girl over his shoulder out into the living area. “Yes, it is a nice ass, isn’t it?” he said, giving his little bum a shake for her benefit.

Oriel was tempted to give her ass a little slap, but…even he knew that would have been a death wish. Oriel didn’t want to die just yet. “You’ve been working hard on it? And here I thought I was working ‘hard’ off your ass.” He spun her slowly as he carted her in the center of the room. Couldn’t go too fast though, didn’t want her to puke all down his back, right?

[Aryana Darcy]

"You want to ask me that tomorrow and see what the answer is?" The brunette growled, albeit weakly, but it was obvious she didn't appreciate the comment. There were times where she couldn't imagine life without the banter Oriel provided, but then there were times where all she could imagine was his gravestone with the word 'idiot' gracing the front. Like now.

The way he was holding her over his shoulder wasn't doing anything for her headache, and she balled her hands into fists as he spun her. "You put me down now, or I swear to god you'll be on the floor in less than three seconds." A short second later, she added the word, "Please."

Rya didn't want to wait for him to say he wouldn't do it until she said please, because she really wasn't capable of pushing him to the ground in her current state, and she knew it full well. But it didn't help to threaten to encourage her roommate a tad bit, just for insurance.

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Oriel laughed, though he knew darn well that Rya was a contender and not someone he wanted to cross seriously. Though, in truth, Oriel liked that about her. The twisted fuck he was enjoyed it when people fought back, so she’d probably end up just hitting him harder once she realized the boy was enjoying their physical battle a ‘little too much.’ “Oh, honey, thought you were s’pposed to be talking me out of it?”

Oriel wasn’t spinning her very fast, but clearly it was enough to irritate her, even to the point of pleading with him. Which is something he liked to hear. “As you wish,” he said with all the grace of a gentleman, or at least as close as he could come.

The boy stopped and hefted the girl from his shoulder, settling her upon the back of the couch. He leaned forward, lowering himself to look her in the eye. “You alright?” he asked seriously.

[Aryana Darcy]

"I would be if your pube infested face was away from mine," The girl offered weakly, her eyes closing and her head turning off to the side. Honestly, she felt sick, but not just physically. With what had just happened a month prior with Carter, she'd been drinking more, sleeping with people left and right, and just reverting back to everything she started to stray away from. Graduation had humbled her, and a man had ruined her.

What a bitch.

"I'd also be better if I had some pain killers or something," She offered a more plausible request, hoping that it would remove him from her personal bubble. "Or cookies. Cookies sound great too."

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Oriel thought that this was just their normal banter, which he ultimately and honestly enjoyed. Though if he’d been aware of her current situation with a certain blonde robot, he might’ve been a little more sensitive…maybe. “Right, right,” he sighed with a nod. “I forget, you like ‘em hairless and girly.” Could that guy even grow a mustache? “Good thing you got yourself something legal and rich to take care of that pedo-fetish of yours. Two birds with one stone, right there.”

Oriel pulled away without another thought. “Hell, I can do both. Look at me! Multi-tasking!” he cheered himself on, pumping a fist into the air, as he headed back to the kitchenette and pulled his stash of ibuprofen from one of the cabinets. Did they have any milk? Because cookies without milk was sacrilege! Then again, she did just down a lot of OJ, which he knew from experience didn’t mix well with cow lactate.