10-28-2009, 02:20 AM
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@#$%&"Huh, well; how 'bout somethin' nuts?" he asked. "Gotta keep you awake, eh?" he asked with a grin, though he was pulling some subtle strings here. Gotta keep you distracted. Drunk folks were merry and belligerent, not wistful and reserved--whether or not she knew he knew was sort of beyond him, but they marched along easily enough and he eventually settled his conscious by affirming if she had a true, major issue, she'd bring it up herself. Exactly how he intended to keep her entertained while being obliterated himself would require further thought.
@#$%&Anselm thrust open the door and stepped inside, gesturing toward the elaborate stairwell that never failed to impress. "I'll meet you on the west balcony, yea?" Without waiting for a real response, he vanished down a corridor to the right. The mansion was riddled with convoluted passageways and dead-ends, and he'd only found this particular room nestled deep in the building's bowels after much exploration. He grabbed the hookah after securing its attachments and two liquor bottles from the mostly spent-bar. At the stairwell, he put the hookah down, transferred everything else to one hand, and grabbed at the leg of a small table.
@#$%&Kaena had already found a seat amongst the faded wooden deck chairs, and he placed the table down and arranged the two bottles on top, along with a pack of coals and a small torch. With a quick wink, he disappeared through the door again and went downstairs. Going outside now, he circled around to one of the small springs that fed the old koi pond (not that any koi still lived in it) and used it to fill the chamber of the hookah.
@#$%&Skipping along he moved at a trot up the stairs, placing it down gingerly in the middle of the deck as he crash-landed into an adjacent chair and she handed him the bundle. Undoing the knot carefully, he unwrapped it and allowed all of the glorious contents to spread out in a small pile in the middle of the brown paper. Taking a clump and jamming it in, he grasped at a coal with two nails and lit it on fire, blowing on it gently and dropping it quickly into its place as the heat pricked his fingertips and threatened to singe his fur.
@#$%&With that, he plugged up one of the hoses with a thumb and pulled hard on the other, coaxing the coal into staying lit and nearly growing dizzy in the process. Eventually he exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke, and with a satisfied smirk, he tossed her the other hose. "Really is nice up here, eh?" he mused foggily as his gaze turned toward the star-studded heavens. There was room for at least half a dozen more guests, and nearly enough furniture--why not fill those spaces up? "Hey, hey!" he exclaimed suddenly, jumping up from his seat and nearly colliding with the banister. "Let's get some others in on this." With that, he tilted back his head and let out a light, yet powerful howl of invitation: Carpe noche, folks--tonight the night belongs to us.
@#$%&Anselm thrust open the door and stepped inside, gesturing toward the elaborate stairwell that never failed to impress. "I'll meet you on the west balcony, yea?" Without waiting for a real response, he vanished down a corridor to the right. The mansion was riddled with convoluted passageways and dead-ends, and he'd only found this particular room nestled deep in the building's bowels after much exploration. He grabbed the hookah after securing its attachments and two liquor bottles from the mostly spent-bar. At the stairwell, he put the hookah down, transferred everything else to one hand, and grabbed at the leg of a small table.
@#$%&Kaena had already found a seat amongst the faded wooden deck chairs, and he placed the table down and arranged the two bottles on top, along with a pack of coals and a small torch. With a quick wink, he disappeared through the door again and went downstairs. Going outside now, he circled around to one of the small springs that fed the old koi pond (not that any koi still lived in it) and used it to fill the chamber of the hookah.
@#$%&Skipping along he moved at a trot up the stairs, placing it down gingerly in the middle of the deck as he crash-landed into an adjacent chair and she handed him the bundle. Undoing the knot carefully, he unwrapped it and allowed all of the glorious contents to spread out in a small pile in the middle of the brown paper. Taking a clump and jamming it in, he grasped at a coal with two nails and lit it on fire, blowing on it gently and dropping it quickly into its place as the heat pricked his fingertips and threatened to singe his fur.
@#$%&With that, he plugged up one of the hoses with a thumb and pulled hard on the other, coaxing the coal into staying lit and nearly growing dizzy in the process. Eventually he exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke, and with a satisfied smirk, he tossed her the other hose. "Really is nice up here, eh?" he mused foggily as his gaze turned toward the star-studded heavens. There was room for at least half a dozen more guests, and nearly enough furniture--why not fill those spaces up? "Hey, hey!" he exclaimed suddenly, jumping up from his seat and nearly colliding with the banister. "Let's get some others in on this." With that, he tilted back his head and let out a light, yet powerful howl of invitation: Carpe noche, folks--tonight the night belongs to us.