Teens can play too... {Fifi}

[Reneta Williams]

A little fun, was that this school needed. A break from routine, a change from the continuous monotony of the place. The thought had placed its self in Neta's head quite a while ago, but she had never done anything about it. And now, as she sat in the student lounge, the thought reoccurred to her. She sat forward on the couch often favored by her, and pulled her phone from her pocket. She needed a laugh dammit!

She scrolled through her contact list, considering who would be up for a good laugh, and stopped on Fifi. Smiling, she sent a text to the girl, telling her to get her behind to the lounge. What they were to do when Fifi got here, Neta wasn't so sure of.But doubtless it would involve some laughter, a little teasing, and a whole lot of fun. Ren pocket her phone once more and leaned back, getting comfy again.

Reneta and Fifi had been friend since the younger girl started. Ren had been at Hammel a year longer, and decided that, as she liked Fifi, she would help her a little. Friends weren't common place for the two of them, but they defiantly got on well enough. Reneta liked the other girl a lot, and the two were pretty close.

Reneta considered what the pair of them could do for entertainment purposes as she waited for Fifi to join her. There were a pack of card on the table, but cards were pretty tame. Tame was not in the vocabulary of Reneta Williams.

(Bleh, sorry.)

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi was about to throw her chemistry book out of the window (again) when her phone buzzed in her lap. She stood up and let out a string of jubilant curse words, pumping her fist into the air and snatching up her large purse, nearly bolting out of the door. Any excuse to stop studying was a good excuse for Fifi. Chemistry was a ton of horse shit.

Now generally, Fifi didn’t move very fast. She preferred a lazy, slinking place to everything, but when it came to Reneta it was go, go, GO. Reneta liked to party. She liked to have fun. She wasn’t going to wait around for Fifi, if some sort of fun presented itself. That’s why Fifi made a beeline as fast as her thin legs would carry her over to the student lounge.

She leaned in the doorway, shimmying her shoulders flirtatiously. “What is up, my lovely bitch?” She said, giggling slightly before she skipped in the door and flopped unceremoniously into Reneta’s lap, her thin frame hardly phasing anyone. She wiggling around a bit to give Reneta an uncomfortable, lopsided hug.

“Took you long enough to text me, whore. Saved me from fucking chemistry. Ugh.” Fifi shivered and made a face, accompanied by a rather realistic barfing noise. “So thank baby jesus.” Rolling over on her stomach so that she was stretching across Reneta’s lap with her elbows on the arm of the sofa and her knees resting on the cushions, Fifi looked up. “So what’s up?” She inquired. “Something going on tonight?

[Reneta Williams]

Reneta scowled at her Fifi "Who the hell are you callin' bitch, bitch?" she demanded as the other girl flopped into her lap. "Its lovely to see you too." She prodded Fifi in the shoulder before wrapping her arms around her and planting a kiss on her cheek. "I'm bored." she wined, dragging the word out. She pulled a face at the word, and pretend to shudder. Boredom was so unattractive.

"You coulda text me first, and you know it. But I'm glad I saved you, chem is not helpful. At. All." She grinned then, they both knew how very useless Neta was at anything involving school. Except of course Training, but that was only because her power was so awesomely cool. She ruffled Fifi's hair playfully.

"Anythin' you want sugar." She said, trailing her hands down the girls back. "I saved you from Chemistry, now you gotta save me from borin' nothinness, its the deal." She kicked her feet up, to rest them on the table in front of her. Not caring about the various items that was knocked of it.

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi would have kissed her back, but that probably wasn’t the best idea (yet). She didn’t want to have Neta passing out on her so early in the evening, as people were wont to do if Fifi got a little too cuddly a little too fast. “You’re my bitch, bitch.” She cooed, taking two locks of Neta’s hair and tugging them gently so that Neta’s head would loll back and forth.

“Yeah, but Daddy says good grades or goodbye.” She whined, pouting out her bottom lip as she sullenly picked at the neon-orange polish on her nails. “So I’ve really got to study up. I mean I have this tutor and he’s a total hotty.” She said, waggling her eyebrows. “But god he barely talks, so I’m just a fucking lost cause.” She grunted, blowing the strands of hair Neta knocked into her eyes out of her face.

Fifi kicked up her heels and wiggled her feet slightly, chewing her cheek in thought as Neta’s fingers danced down her back. “Uhhmmm well on campus there isn’t much to do unless you want to try and go snag some pothead and watch me fuck him up.” She murmured, scratching her cheek absently. She looked to the table and noticed the pack of cards, snatching them up and brandishing them at Neta.

“Eh? Look like fun yet?”Fifi asked, starting to giggle a bit to herself. Cards? Not so fun. Cards with Fifi? Potentially hilarious.

[Reneta Williams]

Neta pulled a face at her, and scoffed. No-one ever accused Reneta of being lady-like and she wasn't about to give them reason to. "Some bastards been lyin' to you." she sang. She shook hr hair from her face and brushed it self conciously. "Am I still purdy?" she asked, a little note of worry in her voice. To say Neta was concious about her hair, would be an understatement.

"Daddy sucks sometimes." Reneta said a little distracted. Her mind was on the conversation she had had the other day with her own hero. He too had said something of the sort, but the truth was, Neta just didn't see the point of good grades. "Can I jus say, ew." She said, pulling a face. Ren really didn't see much point in guys either, and everyone who was anyone knew that. Her sexuality was no secret.

She seriously considered the idea and then shook her head. "Seen that already, its borin'." Sighing dramatically, Ren put threw her head back to rest on the back of the couch. She stared at the ceiling, following the random patterns embossed there. Why patten a ceiling when when hardly anyone would see it?

"Cards?" She was dubious, but Fifi's giggle gave an entire new meaning to the standard card game. "Hit me first." she commanded. She sat forward, suddenly excited. "Lets make this interestin' baby!" She giggled herself and let her feet drop to the floor.

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi snorted and made kissy noises at Neta. Winking she replied. “Ooh~. Foxy lady~. Veddy nays, how muuuuch?” She said, rubbing her fingers together and making a few more obscene gestures before falling into a fit of snorting, unlady-like giggles. “Of course you’re pretty you fucking bitch. About a bazillion times prettier than me.” She arched her back a bit to give Neta a look, though the effectiveness of the glare was not really usefull sense she looked so utterly ridiculous upside down. “My tutor is hot. If he was a girl, you’d think so too. But the quiet ones are no fun.” She grumbled, flaking more polish off of her nails.

Shaking the pack of cards again, Fifi bit her lip and gave Neta a big-eyed pout. It didn’t take long for Neta to cave, and Fifi realized she hadn’t even needed the pout. Oh well, no energy waisted. “Yesss.” She hissed, rolling (literally) out of Neta’s lap and onto the floor.

Like an over-sexed prairie dog, she popped right back up immediately, laying one of her hands on each of Neta’s knees and ducking in between them to rest her head on Neta’s belly for a moment. “Sure thing, babeh!” She hooted, leaning up by pushing herself up on Neta’s knees and planting a firm, demanding kiss on Neta’s lips.

What? Neta had said Hit me. That only meant one thing to Fifi:

Lets get this party started!

[Reneta Williams]

"Way more then you could ever afford, sweedums." Neta replied, snarkily. She softened the comment by blowing a kiss at her, followed by a wink. "But for you Baby, I'll throw in a freebie." she stage whispered. She let out a giggle, and leered at Fifi, "You wanna get you some." she wiggled her shoulders and laughed again.

"Aww, Hunni, you're pretty." She reached out and cupped her chin, "You're gorgeous Babe, don't forget kay?" She kept hold of her chin, until she she figure Fifi would have got the message. At her next comment, Neta just shrugged, "If ya say so."

Reneta's face brightened when Fifi fell to the floor and then turned to face her. Oh yes, the fun was to start. Ren leaned forward in time to receive Fifi's long anticipated kiss. The effects started almost instantaneously, and her head started spinning within seconds. Though she didn't pull away from the other girl, far from it. She returned the kiss in earnest, and only pulled away when she was ready.

Sitting back, Ren grinned at the other girl, a feeling of giddiness sweeping through her.
"So what we guna play?" she asked, taking the cards from Fifi. She took the deck from the box, and began to shuffle them, having to concentrate a little harder on the task. She glanced at Fifi expectantly. Let the fun times roll.

[Fifi Hart]

Generally Fifi passed off Fifi’s erratic, lewd, and generally obnoxious behavior as a side effect of her power. Technically it was. But Neta’s behavior often proved that it was possible to be just as incredibly uncivilized without being under the influence. Fifi loved that about Neta. She just didn’t give a shit. What a girl!

Moments into their kiss and Fifi was feeling exactly what Neta was. Fortunately for her at this time, Fifi’s power worked a two way chanel. Get Neta high, get Fifi high. Score one for the home team. When Neta started to pull away, Fifi clapped her hands on the girls face and held their lips together. “Mmmmmmmwah!” She smacked, finally releasing Neta with a hysterical giggle.

Fifi’s giggles turned to soft snorts as she watched Neta try to shuffle the deck. “I dunno~.” She murmured, chewing her lip slightly as the black of her dilating pupils began to overtake the deep blue of her eyes. “GO FISH!” She suddenly squealed, falling into giggles on the floor.

She gasped and suddenly sat up again, her head swimming as the blood couldn’t decide which way to rush. Clearly Fifi was far too used to being in this state, as the spots in front of her eyes didn’t faze her in the slightest. “Dude. I fucking love that game. We need to play now.”

[Reneta Williams]

Ren tensed as Fifi's hands clapped hold of her face, but only for a second, then she got more into it, only to have the other girl pull away with a very loud kissing noise. Neta scowled, but she was feeling way too good for the scowl to stay put, and before long, her face broke into a huge grin. "Yum, tastes delish!" She licked her lips in a very deliberate manner.

Neta couldn't help but join in with the giggles, after all, she was feeling extremely good at the moment. She definitely on her way to getting high, and giggling was a side-effect of that highness. Not that Reneta was complaining much.

"Go fish it is!" She said, dumping the card on the table in front of her. Now, to anyone with half a brain, it would be obvious that to play a game of cards, you needed to first deal the cards, but this thought hadn't occurred to Neta yet, and so the pack remained un-dealt while she waited for the game to start. And now the idiocy begin.

She looked at the cards and then at Fifi, and then back at the cards. "Shit, I forgot to deal" she said, and then broke into another fit of giggles. She wrapped her arm around her stomach, in an attempt to ward of the ache that often followed when she was with Fifi, and laughter was in abundance. She slowly got herself in control and then dealt the cards, giving each of them fourteen each instead of the standard seven.

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi also stared at the undealt deck of cards sitting on the table like a vapid pool of sludge. She glared down at them, then turned her eyes to Neta. She’d almost forgotten what was supposed to come next, or ever what they were doing. She was too preoccupied with feeling awesome and laughing at Reneta feeling awesome to care much about the game.

She gasped a bit of air and then wiped her eyes, tears starting to leak out she was laughing so hard. No real reason to be laughing, but that was the charm of being Fifi and anyone under Fifi’s influence. No reason necessary. Ever. When Reneta finally did deal, Fifi prodded her in the shoulder with her thin fingers. “Dumbass. Who forgets to deal at the beginning of a card game?” She teased, watching as Reneta dealt. Something was off about it, but she didn’t care.

Fifi picked up all of her cards and began to hold them up, running her fingers over them and feeling their cool, waxy covering. She pulled out all of the pairs she was dealt and threw them into a pile before hair, licking her lips in thought. “D’ya have any…twos?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow and holding up her fanned cards in front of her face so that only her eyes and her dancing eyebrows showed.

[Reneta Williams]

Neta let out a squeal at Fifi's prod, caused by the fact she fell back on the couch. She muttered a few choice curses as she pulled herself back up. She giggled at Fifi, and pointed and accusing finger at her, "s'all your fault." she said, slurring a little. "You dis... distracted me." she giggled at the stumble in her words.

She scooped up the cards she had dealt herself, and tried to put them in some order, but it didn't work all that well. Instead, she pulled out the pairs, and put them on the table, just as Fifi had, and then looked at the 10 remaining cards.

"Erm... Go fish Biatch!" she broke down in another wave of giggles, collapsing back on the sofa again. "Oh wait" she said, after calming herself down. "Is that a two?" She turned her hand, so she could show Fifi the card she was talking about.

The effects of Fifi's intoxicating powers, had fully hit Neta by this point, and so she was finding it quite hard to be serious about anything. She was feeling pretty damn good about herself, and so, all she wanted to was laugh. A game of fish was not something that would be played well, while under the influence of anything. Or anyone for that matter.

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi cackled and smacked her hand to her forehead when Neta turned her hand around. “You dumbass! You’re not supposed to show me your cards!” She howled, laughing hysterically as she flailed her hand about in front of her, trying to coerce Neta into turning her hand back around away from her. “Ruin the whole fuckin’ game that way!”

Grudgingly, Fifi picked up a card out of the pool and scowled. It didn’t match any of the others in her hands, “Sonuva….” She grumbled, sitting back on the couch and flopping her legs into Neta’s lap. “This game is hard.” She whined, ever the sore loser. Not that she was exactly losing at this point, but she wasn’t exactly winning either.

“Your turn.” She prompted, her lower lip poking out in a pout as she sank slightly into the couch to sulk a bit about the difficulty of Go fish. Her toes wiggled in her flip-flops, her nails the same neon orange color as her fingernails. She regarded them slightly and squinted, wiggling them again for good measure. Fifi made a mental note to paint them a prettier color sometime soon. She wasn’t feeling very orange this week.

[Reneta Williams]

Neta stared at Fifi, her expression being one of confusion, the word 'huh' springs to mind. She clicked on to what the girl was saying however, and soon turned her hand around. She laughed at herself, because that was all she could do, that and because she was in a freakishly good mood. Kudos to Fifi for that.On so many levels.

She stuck her tongue out at the girls grumbling, smirking at her bad card choice. She then looked to her own cards again, trying hard to choose which card she should ask for. It was a difficult task, simply because she had to make sure she picked the right one. She glared at Fifi, though the look was some what ruined by the slight upturn of her lips "I know, I know. Damn bitch, rush me much?"

She ran her index finger along the card and then tapped one twice. "Do ya have a three?" She asked, looking delighted at her choice. She extended her hand, palm up, sure she had picked a winning card. Neta wasn't particularly fond of fishing, and she didn't really want to have to fish for a card.

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi had that effect on people. Though generally her victims friends described the mood less with the word ‘good’ and more with the word “wooaahhhh~.” But hey, she’ll take either. Fifi shook her head at Neta’s spaced out moment and snorted, ruffling her fingers through her own short dark hair.

Nearly leaping on top of Neta, Fifi lashed out with her free hand and swiped her thumb over Neta’s protruding tongue, wiping Neta’s saliva on the other girl’s cheek. “HAH.” She said triumphantly, smirking like the cat that’d caught the canary. Fifi shook her head and settled back down. “I’ll rush you all I want y’fuckin’ turtle. Lets move!” She said, prodding Neta’s thigh with her foot. “Mush!”

Looking aghast that Neta had actually chosen a card, Fifi squealed in anger. “God you fuckin’ suck!” She whined, removing the card out of her hand and flicking it rather roughly at Neta’s open palm. “Bitch.” She snapped sulkily, wrinkling her elfish nose in distaste.

Who had picked this damn game? It sucked.

[Reneta Williams]

"Aw, thats disgustin'!" Neta cried, wiping away the wetness with a wrinkled nose. "I'm so gonna kill you!" She threatened. But she smild, which took the seriousness of the threat away. "I don't wanna frakin' rush. I wanna take my time, got it?" She slapped at Fifi's foot, trying to push it away from her. "Moody ass cow" she muttered.

"No, I'm just hella good, baby, and you know it!" She fanned herself with the pairs of three's, trying to wind the other girl up more. "You picked the game, ain't my fault if ya can't play it." She laughed, and placed the pair of cards on top of the pile she already had.

Neta looked at her cards, and then a Fifi. This game really wasn't all that fun now she thought about it, and judging the expression on Fifi's face, she wasn't enjoying it much either. Grinning, Neta threw her cards into the air, and watched them fall. "Borin'!" she yelled, ignoring the looks sent their way.