Just tonight

Layla · 05-02-2011, 12:06 AM

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The grey and now soggy male smiled at her childishly before sighing and pouting at her refusal of getting wet. Last thing she needed was the chance that the dye would decide to run off and reveal her for what she was. But wow, this guy needed serious lessons on the puppy pout. Lesson one; full grown males should just avoid the attempt. Though despite having to deal with a frustrating crazy guy that would accept no help, the frustration was masked by flattery. She would be clearly blushing if her cheeks weren't dyed a dark grey.

It wasn't Layla's fault she was such a killjoy. Normally she was told to be lots of fun. To date Layla had never been introduced to this strange liquid that makes people lose their judgement. She knew nothing of his manner of escaping. She did not realize that someone could escape reality, life, past, and even themselves. Layla never needed to, really. All she wanted gone was her dog heritage. Layla tried to help him as he stood, but he clearly wanted his independence. So she let him have it as he started to sway.

Layla's eye widened as she jumped back from the spray, and then squinted. She was careful to not get wet, but droplets did catch her chest. She had no dye there and made a mental note not to touch her chest. As for the male, his attention was consumed by the result of the havoc he caused in the water. Layla would stare at ripples only when she was very bored and relaxed. Then he suddenly jumped out on to her bank away from her and sounds of wretching were heard. Layla made a face of moderate disgust, which involved a scrunched nose.

She fought back her own urge to join him in hurling, but unlike him, she could not afford to lose her stomach. Layla had already been starting to show the slightest signs of her ribs. She had not eaten well since she left her pack in Toronto. She left before she could hunt properly. Now she was paying for it. The sound stopped and she fought to hide her look. "Are you okay?" she asked. He strode past to the stream and began splashing in the water, cleaning himself off. He announced that he was all good now and Layla blinked.

"Awesome," she said as she moved closer to him. Tipping back the flask, he took another swig of whatever he had been drinking. This time he offered her some. Layla squinted her eyes at the flask but accepted it. "What is it?" she asked. What was so great about this liquid that it was worth getting sick over? Layla wanted to find out so she tipped it back. She took on gulp before the strong smell hit her nose. It took another mouthful for her to react.

The black and white femme quickly shoved the flask back into his grip and covered her maw with both hand as she struggled to swallow and not choke. Tears welled up in her blue eyes, but she got it down. She took a deep breath but found her lungs shut. Whatever did she put into her mouth? Why did it burn to breath? Layla briefly thought she would die as she hit her knees. She coughed and sputtered into the ground, trying to hide her face. She settled herself down and this soon passed, leaving her gasping.

Layla lifted her head to look back into his icy blue eyes to tell him she was okay when her head... swam. "Whoa," she moaned. The edges of her vision blurred, or rather lagged at the edges as she looked to the stream and drank some water. The liquid had very little taste in the beginning, but it was turning foul in her mouth. The cold water soothed her throat. Looking back to him, she stood. A bloom of a slight burn burst from the center of her chest. Blinking, she asked him, "What is this? Why do I feel so... different?" Layla had a hard time finding the right words to ask.

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