breezeshadow | (no subject)

So last night I went to a work party at a nightclub in SF.

Partying has always been something I've avoided because crowds, loud noises, lots of people, and booze are not on my "I love this" list. But I've been lonely, and need to get out of the house, and figured I'd go. It was a 70's costume party, so I bought some bright accessories at Target and went. I got a few compliments on the outfit, but people who went actually 70's or just extravagent took the stage, and that's fine by me.

At first it wasn't so bad. I was able to chat with a few people one-on-one, or in a group, but once people split out into groups, I didn't really know what to do. Eventually I was just sitting people watching, as is my preference, but multiple times got dragged onto the dance floor by well-meaning people. I'm not much of a dancer, but did my best. Time seemed to be going slowly, though, and by 10PM I wished I had driven so I could go home early. The party ended up going on for two more hours, and by that point I was very much tired, drained, and ready to go home.

Overall ,it definitely wasn't a bad experience -- better to try after all. But crowded, loud, alcohol joints definitely aren't my thing. I much prefer the more interactive insanity of a LARP or D&D game, or a game of bowling, or just a dinner party.

So yeah. In other news, some more prose.

By the time she arrived the worst of the crisis was over -- Lutfi had treated and scolded the most injured offenders, who mostly laughed away her concerns. The brewer near the fire sighed and chittered to himself as he began stirring the blood, drizzling in some water and oils with precise measurements that Nur could not have even begun to replicate. Her mate, upon seeing her, gratefully took her cup back and nuzzled Nur, wrapping an arm and wing around the other vampire.

I'm glad that when you do something stupid, it at least does not involve fire.

Nur laughed at that. But sometimes it involves the sun. That's close enough.

Don't remind me. Lutfi rubbed Nur steadily, smirking. Then I may have to take back that gratitude.

A group of vampires bounded over then, chattering at each other so quickly that the words blended just into the emotions -- excitement, glee, amusement. They tried to process whatever was going on to Nur and Lutfi, but the two just shook their heads, held up their hands, trying to make it clear that no they had no idea what they were talking about, and were not entirely sure they wanted to, either. After a few moments of frustration, the bunch gave up and leaped onward to find someone else to join their plan, whatever it was.

Nur sipped at her drink and watched them go. The urge to join them was almost overwhelming; usually Nur had finished a few cups by this time and was also in a jumping, running, crazy mood. It did not matter what the plan was, whether it was a good idea, or if they may die in the process -- what mattered was doing it, because it seemed awesome. But her chest ached with walking, and she could tell from the sudden tightening of Lutfi's wing around her body that her mate was not going to let her go out there.

Let's find a place to sit. Lutfi glanced around, then gestured toward another couple. There, we can join them. I know you find me boring.

Nur snorted and nudged her mate. You know that's not true. Regardless, they walked together over to the other two vampires, who looked up and smiled, touching noses and maintaining contact with each of them before they all curled together in a ball.

How are you feeling Nur? Amin nosed her shoulder, but when he went to check further down Lutfi looked at him warningly. He stared back, annoyed. Lighten up, Lutfi. I'm not going to bite her.

I tried to tell her she was being a mood killer but she denied it. Nur grinned playfully at her mate, who pouted, ears going back. I'm okay.

Sorry you're stuck with us instead of with Maram's group. Amin's mate Saliha picked at a stray piece of fabric on Nur's robe. It seems fun, but it sounds like it would make me miscarry.

We couldn't even understand them. Lutfi ran her hand down Nur's mane, digging out tangles with her fingers. Nur leaned against her, purring as she listened to the conversation and watched the brewer sprinkle petals into the drink.

Neither could we. That's how we figured I shouldn't go. Saliha chuckled as she groomed Maram, occasionally giving a particularly big knot in his mane a confused look. Look at this way, Nur -- at least you get to drink.

Nur smiled sympathetically at the woman. Trial and error had proved plenty of times that the holiday drinks were not safe for pregnant woman, or at least not for their child. Those who didn't die in the womb usually died shortly after birth, and looked gruesome and deformed. Even one drink was potent enough to cause a tragedy, and thus it quickly became part of the vampire subconscious that pregnant members should not even have a sip of the drink, lest they want to play a brutal game of chance.

You never struck me as much of a crazy partier anyway. Nur tilted her head at the other female, who held her hands up for a moment.

I don't mind one. And it is weird to be sitting out alone watching everyone else be idiots. But I would be bored hanging out with the other moms. Saliha sent an image of all of the pregnant vampires knitting, and they all laughed.

I'm pretty sure they are all just more tired than you are, not sitting around knitting. Amin nipped at his mate's ear playfully, getting a bat in return.

Well then maybe you should have gotten me pregnant a bit sooner so I could snooze with them, hm?

My muse has run out of steam again on this, though, so I need to think on it more because I will finally get to finish it up.

Tschuess.