That's My Kind Of Night... [Celia]

[Celia Gaines]

Oh this was just too much fun, where had she been all her life? Emerald posed a welcome change of pace from what she would usually be doing, and with her personality and all, though likely amplified a bit by the alcohol, she was a lot of fun to be around and listen to. And despite aforementioned alcohol she was actually quite coherent, not unlike some people who had been drunk around the blue haired girl.

She listened on as Emerald mentioned one of the things she didn't do as opposed to what she did do, and wasn't entirely happy when she mentioned that she wouldn't drink what was given to her. Which would make sense if a stranger gave it to her, but in this case she saw Celia order it and give it to her. So there was really no excuse to do what she just did other than just.. childish behavior, Celia supposed.

''Why did you do that?'' She asked. ''You could have just given it to me, you know?'' She wasn't angry or anything, but it was odd that Emerald would do something like that. Though Celia supposed this would only really work in her favor as she tipped over the beer and did the same as Emerald had just done to her drink. See how she liked a taste of her own medicine.. or not-taste, which would be defended with the fact that she had enough to drink to have any chance of Celia that night.

The rest she listened to carefully though, and that thing about being a teacher got her attention more than anything. ''School down the road?'' Celia asked before finally getting what she was talking about. ''You mean Hammel? Great school, I went there.''

''Does that old man Sean still work there? He is cute as a button. Shame about the whole sexuality thing, I hear that's a real big issue with men.''

Then she smiled. ''And you say you drink often? Never would have guessed..''

[Emerald Parker]

Emerald was still dazzled that a girl that looked like Celia did, and was a decent, if not great (maybe even amazing, she had to be honest, she didn't know exactly where Celia was at quality-wise between the venue and her drunkeness, but she was definitely good) singer would even look at Emerald, let alone be taking her home (letting Emerald take her home? thinking was hard).

Still looking to get the taste of that weird soda out of her mouth, she occasionally spit at the pavement. It was not ladylike, her grandmother would not be proud. Then again she disapproved of Emerald's drinking in general. 'You will get all chubby and your body will hate you, Emmy.' She said something like that. Well, she'd do what she want, she'd seen her grandmother hit the cabinet after the occasional hard case, so she wasn't one to talk.

"But you already have a dri-" Emerald began to say as Celia poured what was left of her beer out in response. "You had a drink. Why did we trade again?" She asked in a drifty way, honestly thinking more about the kiss and the cleavage grab than what went on with the drinks at the bar. Emerald refused to see herself as all that pretty, even if everyone told her she was decently pretty. Celia though, that was genuine pretty. Beautiful head curving and she was in such great shape...Emerald knew she could look that good, but that'd require exercise and outdoors...she could just drink and read...and sometimes get lucky...

"Yeah...Hammel, with all the meta-humans. My sister is one y'know? I can't teach her though, that's not allowed. Something about professionalism...like I wouldn't give my sister a good education? My PHD should account for something. But nooo, I'm biasssed." Slurring a little at the end, Emerald leaned against a brick wall for a moment. Pointing up at the top part of a building directly across the street from them, she said, "That's my place..."

Looking back to Celia, very much looking like her body wanted to collapse right into Celia's arms, Emerald just sighed and replied, "Yeah, Sean's still there. He is still cute. There's some cuter ones though...half of the teachers are gay though..." Pausing, she let her brain catch up to her mouth before adding, "At least that's what I heard..."

Emerald teetered on her heels again over to Celia, and once she was very close, nodded and replied, "At least three times a week...you should've seen me awhile ago though..." Emerald put a hand up to her hair to awkwardly fix it, "Was a total mess. Drank like three times a day...too much even for me."

[Celia Gaines]

Wow, Emerald was on a bit of a talking spree, wasn't she? But that was only for the best, Celia supposed. Being out in the open would mean more sobering up and could lead to a better experience later on. That and Celia just wanted to talk for a moment, because family in Hammel and she taught there? Boy, that was gold. Not only would she have people on the inside, so to speak, but she would also.. something. She thought it was more than one thing why it was cool that she mentioned that but she blanked quite a bit. Luckily for her Emerald wasn't done talking though, so Celia just listened.

That thing about family not being allowed to teach each other made sense in a way, but was total bullshit in another. Wait- did she say PHD? Did Celia snag an intelligent one? ''PHD, huh?'' She pondered as she let her speak. This would mean that talking to her would actually be fun instead of constant teasing, though that'd only apply if Celia wasn't the one starting the conversation, which tonight, she had.

''Beauty and brains! I snagged myself a winner!'' She joked for a brief moment and smiled as she went back to that whole thing about her sister at the school and not being allowed to teach her. It was bullshit, but she also felt that the other girl was only looking at what she could do for her sister, and not what her classmates would do or say when they found out her big sister was teaching her.

She opened her mouth and raised an index finger in the hopes of getting words out but she had gone on with her story. Celia wanted nothing more than to mention her thoughts on the subject but simply could not find a way to get it in there. For someone who was drunk she was coherent as all hell. And all over the place.

''I kn-'' She tried to say that she knew about Hammel and that it was a school for people who were meta because she was one herself, but before she could even finish her thought she was on the subject of Sean being cute and half the teachers there being gay.

That last part was a sincere glimpse in her past that Celia wasn't sure she wanted. But hey, if Emerald wanted to tell her that then who was Celia to judge? ''Three times a day?!'' She asked in surprise.

''Why?''

[Emerald Parker]

Celia was being much quieter...did Emerald say something wrong? She couldn't help but feel small amounts of anxiety well up. What if she said or did something that made Celia go away? What if now that they were outside and Celia could see her better she didn't find her as pretty or worthwhile. Emerald knew she was a mess when she drank, but would it really seem worse out here. Another heel stumble told Emerald that it could be. Maybe Celia didn't like girls who talked much, she had been doing most of the talking up until now...right? The bar scene was already fuzzy in her mind.

Emerald was so focused on telling her about Hammel, since she had asked, that she only half-heard something about beauty, brains...winner. Did Celia refer to Emerald? Emerald certainly hoped so, but she really wasn't sure. Emerald definitely had brains...and she won a lot...maybe that was it. Celia beauty and Emerald brains made a winning combo? That could be right. Emerald's mind, no longer being drowned in alcohol was coming back in weird bursts. If she had still been drinking since they left, she'd probably be incoherent at this stage. Now she was just scatterbrained. And self-absorbed.

As Celia asked her why she drank so much awhile back, Emerald gave her a sad look but only for a moment before pulling at her arm with as much strength as her heel-stumbling legs and uncoordinated arms could do. "Come on, let's go inside before all of this air makes me sick...or I fall down...or fall on you...not that I don't want to fall on you...but stone isn't...cushiony...I got cushiony...no cars come oooonnnn..." Emerald was pulling at her arm kind of childishly, though Emerald was the taller of the two girls.

If Celia didn't resist or stop them, she'd pull and or lead her to the stairs up to her apartment.

Once across the street, Emerald began searching her bag for her keys, before finally replying to Celia's last question, without warning, "Boy troubles. School troubles. Boy with school troubles. It was only like a week...or two...I don't really remember. Just that the bartender helped straighten me out...it was so nice of him..." Emerald's speech sort of drifted again toward the end. Emerald shoved her keychain at Celia, "It's the only goldish one..." and tried with much effort to use the rail to steady herself as she tried to climb the stairs.

[Celia Gaines]

Her question didn't get an answer, Emerald just kinda.. passed over it, it seemed. At the time Celia wasn't entirely sure her words even landed, let alone if she could actually hear them. Still, Emerald was about the best drunk she had seen in a good long while, and she had seen her fair share of intoxicated people. Men forcing themselves on her, women.. now the women were okay, because she could handle those, but men were an issue because she couldn't physically take those in a fight. Maybe she should invest in a bodyguard or something.

Back to the plot. Celia, with her ignored question was suddenly pulled forward by a drunk Emerald, but because she knew what was going to happen she let herself be pulled forward, only half wanting to stay outside with her for a moment in order to sober her up some more. She had gone a long way since the bar though. ..she shouldn't really forget that she was the one making first contact so she shouldn't judge so much.

She laughed when the other girl stumbled over her words and almost looped sentences back-to-back. It was fun to hear, and it was also fun to hear she would like falling on Celia. ''Really?'' She raised a brow. ''What about falling for me?'' With that question she winked and willingly walked forward.

She let herself be guided to the other side of the street and would begin ascending stairs that Emerald stated would lead to her house. And suddenly, as she was going through her bag she began talking and saying things about troubles. Boy troubles and school troubles, both of which had been quite the issue for Celia when she was growing up. But then she realized that it likely was an answer to the question she posed earlier so she didn't have to stand there like a complete retard and wonder what the drunk person was saying.

And that was when the keychain was thrown in her face. Out of habit she took it but wasn't quite sure what to do with it. Open the door? Couldn't Emerald do that herself, it was her house anyway?

''Goldish.. gold..'' She repeated and took the chance to get closer to Emerald for a moment and grabbed her hand with her free one, leading it to the chain. ''This one?'' She asked as she looked Emerald in the eyes and smiled.

[Emerald Parker]

Emerald didn't hear the question in her mental buzz, but she did see her wink. Emerald's attempt at a wink result in a couple of awkward blinks as all she could manage. Emerald was a happy person and a happy drunk. Though she was more flirty drunk than normal, that was mostly just because her brain wasn't telling her stop. In all reality she was a horrible flirt. Still she'd end up with men and women, so they must like something she does.

The stairs seemed like a mountain when the two of them reached them. While Celia fiddled with the keys, Emerald just tried to put one foot in front of the other and climb this incline with the help of the rail. She mumbled loudly, "Why didn't I get a ground floor apartment, I always end up having to crawl up this pole...I could be a stripper..." The last phrase was just thoughts turned to words, she didn't even realize she said it out loud.

Suddenly Celia was with her again, and moved one of her hands to the chain, "Yeah, I think...there's only one gold one. Can you please open the door, we'll be trapped out her for like an hour if I have to do it..." Emerald made it a few more steps before one of her feet lost her footing and she resembled an oversized koala for a moment, hanging by the rail upside down, one foot dangling. Squeaking at the sudden shift of where her eyes were pointed, Emerald managed to set herself down on the stair. More than halfway up, Emerald guessed before yelling, "I'm coming..."

[Celia Gaines]

It was.. both odd and funny to see just how Emerald managed to have trouble with stairs, they always managed to let you see just how drunk someone was. Celia also laughed when she mentioned the ability of being a stripper, something she wouldn't really mind at all if she was one. But she wouldn't be making as much because Celia would keep her to herself.

The blue haired girl wanted to say something about the stripper comment, but found herself distracted when the girl managed antics on the stairs she wasn't even sure sober people could do. It wasn't really a nice thing to laugh at, she felt, but at least she wouldn't be like this once she was sober. Would she?

''At least you're bendy.'' She said with a smile as she focused on the keys before picking out the gold one. ''I like it when women are bendy.'' She added as she stuck the key into its hole, which seemed like something out of a porno or something now that Celia actually took the time to think about it. Opening the door before Emerald was up would be a waste anyway, it'd get opened up when the girl was ready.

She did however do as she was told and had the key turned and everything and was now just waiting on Emerald who seemed to have a battle with the stairs, it was funny to see.

''Pfft.'' Celia positively keeled over in laughter when she said she was coming, and to what end? Because she agreed whole-heartedly. ''That you will indeed do.'' She managed in between breaths as she leaned back against the door and almost started wondering what people would think if they saw the two. It would be awesome, that's what.

By the time she was done laughing she cleared her throat silently and turned around, Emerald was almost there anyway. She began turning the key in its lock once more and pulled the door out of its lock before finally gazing in, though there wasn't much to see because of a definite lack of light. Maybe she should try to find the light switch before Emerald was there.. to not make the burst of light so sudden for her.

After some fiddling in the dark accompanied by some bouts of laughter she finally found the switch and then waited patiently for Emerald to get there. Wouldn't be fair if she wasn't the first one in there, anyway.

''Let there be light!''

[Emerald Parker]

"I was a model for almost a year, I did all kinds of poses..." Emerald said in response to her being 'bendy'. It took her a moment to realize what she said. Even though she was sobering up a little, her brain-mouth filter was still absent. After a quick rest, at least it felt quick, Emerald used the rail to pull herself up again, stumbling up the remaining stairs toward beautiful blue hair girl waiting at the door. Anything else said between when she started moving and she reached the top went unnoticed in the immense focus that Emerald was putting on her task. It probably looked like a kid trying really hard to recreate the Mona Lisa with a crayon, but at least she was moving.

When she reached the top, the light was bright, slightly startling but inviting, "Yes...let there be...I need to get a dimmer or something..." Emerald covered her eyes for a moment and stumbled in. As soon as she was on the soft carpet, Emerald took that moment to find a wall and slide down it. "No more walking...I can't do it anymore."

Emerald soon found the source of her hardship and pain, pulling at her shoes trying to get them off. "Why do I wear heels?!" She nearly yelled, though it was pointed down, so it was unlikely to startle Celia. Looking at wherever the blue girl positioned herself, Emerald sighed, "It's not like I'm not already tall, right?" Drunken lucidity was awful. Shaking her head, she finally managed to pull off her right shoe.

The main room was decorated with modern furniture. A blue couch accompanied by a soft black chair and a stiffer green chair near the stand she sometimes used for a mini-desk were the main decorations. Some lamps, much more intimate than the bright overhead light, dotted the small tables around. She pointed to the lamps, "Turn one of those on instead of the ceiling things, before my retinas burn out...please..." Emerald's arms were too tired to pull off the left shoe by that point, so she'd just sort of crawl in the direction of Celia instead.

Up until now, Emerald had been wearing a light blue top that flared out a little at the hips, a white work blazer, black dress pants, and somewhat decorative white 3-in heels. Very pretty, very uncomfortable. She looked great for a teacher, but hardly stunning in general. She needed to change that. After all, there was another girl here...Emerald pulled off her blazer and threw it...somewhere, she didn't care where.

"I never realized how nice this carpet was..." Emerald said dreamily, stretching out on it almost like a cat.

[Celia Gaines]

A dimmer would be a good idea, something Celia had known about since.. well, since many of the parties she attended had need for one, or the people attending it did anyway. And she wouldn't exactly be telling the truth if she said she never had a few too many shots before. Now her house didn't have a dimmer, but she had ended up at enough places to know the ups of having one. That and quite a few techies at her rather small gigs told her it was easy on the alcohol-induced brain.

But she didn't see much of the light. She noticed it, but as soon as she got inside she slid down a wall claiming she couldn't walk anymore followed by facing down and pulling off her shoes. Cute shoes, Celia thought as she briefly looked at them before Emerald asked why she was wearing those, as if she wasn't already tall. Well that much was true, she was taller than Celia by a few inches even without those heels she had been wearing.

''Tall is good though. Makes for good cuddles.'' Celia answered with a nod to what she assumed was a rhetorical question. That or she reverted to being a child in need of confirmation at that point. A cute child, but a child none the less.

Finally the blue haired girl took the time to look around though and noticed that the apartment was quite cozy and nicely decorated. She walked forward a bit and heard Emerald tell her from down on the ground that she was better off turning on the small lamps instead of the big one on the ceiling. She was fine with that, they were more personal anyway for a moment like this.

She turned on the one closest to the blue couch (because it matched her hair) and then looked back at Emerald with a smile, seeing the blazer she wore flying through the air and landing not on one of the couches but on the ground in front of it. ''Already taking everything off, are we?'' She joked as the girl then stretched out on the carpet claiming that she never realized how good it felt.

''It looks even better, it has a model on it.'' She winked.

[Emerald Parker]

"Most guys are still taller...But it is fun to cuddle...I guess you're right..." Emerald loved cuddling more than sex, honestly. She'd rather feel loved than make love. Not that sex wasn't fun too. Emerald vastly preferred all of the other aspects of a relationship, dinner, drinking, cuddling, walks...all things she did with Derek, but then he dumped her...because she interfered with his degree or something...he never took the engagement ring back and she never gave it back, she was too sad to get rid of it. It was sitting somewhere in her room...

Emerald's eyes misted for a moment, but wiping them was a simple task, if a bit uncoordinated. He didn't matter. The blue-haired lovely in the room did matter though.

"Isn't that the point?" Emerald asked, her drunk mind already trying to determine whether to go for pants or top next...looking up at Celia when she winked made that decision for her. Emerald had to roll a bit, but she pulled off her top and managed to get away from her, again not looking where it went. She got on her knees and said, "Well...I didn't model many clothes...mostly underwear..."

Next thing her brain slotted to being put to action was putting her hands to her somewhat plain but comfortable bra and pushing her boobs up a bit, part of them now finally visible to Celia, "Told you I had something here..." Emerald wasn't able to kneel for very long, finding herself slumping sideways back on the floor. Bra, pants, one naked foot, one heeled and socked foot. Hair half-nice, half messed-up. She was quite the sight.