party all night

Lilin Soulstorm · 04-18-2012, 11:49 AM

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(479) Hurrr.

This little gathering of theirs was her first official birthday bash; one she gladly shared with each and every wolf surrounding the bonfire. Her memory was a little disordered at this point in time; it was hard to recall whatever had taken place many moons ago, especially under the influence of whatever it was she was currently sipping. It was fruity and pleasant to smell and taste, unlike the vodka currently being passed around. She could've smelled the clear liquid and its foulness from several miles away. Lilin wasn't a stranger to vodka and its effects, having seen Barry and Ezra under the influence more than once, in situations usually involving indecent debauchery. The times she'd found her previous landlord stumbling about aimlessly were too many, the two-toned femme couldn't have possibly kept track if she'd wanted to. His slurred speech, the bloodshot eyes; ailments definitely none too flattering!

For that reason, she preferred staying a good distance away from the glassy substance. She had something else she'd brought along with her from Hilsburn; surely such a honeyed taste could not be deceitful, her bottle's content was like a fruity explosion in her mouth. She was loving it and for the first time in a while now, Lilin found herself slowly letting go of her insecurities. The wine bottle was nestled safely within her grasp and while the boys all shared that awful booze, her paw pads were stuck to her treasure like glue. Her sitting position mimicked Niernan's, as she too preferred to use the thick log as a back rest. Luckily, her usually quiet nature had not been altered by the red liquidy goodness she'd drank thus far and so she merely listened to song being played for them, receivers twitching lightly with the highs and lows of Bran's guitar strumming and Niernan's accompanying voice.

She couldn't quite understand the lyrics; all that talk of pistols, armies and rapiers made little sense to her but she did quite enjoy the chorus, as funny sounding as it was. An uncharacteristic giggle passed her lips with the last "dumma do damma da whack" and surprisingly, the Soulstorm heir found herself singing along meekly. As the tune came to an end, Lilin politely released her grip on her wine bottle and brought her hands together in consecutive claps; applauding the brothers' performances. She allowed her head to tilt ever so slightly at the sound of Saul's inquiry; meeting the piercing verdancy of his irises through the flames. She didn't know whether it was the fire's proximity, the drink in her hands, or his presence that contributed to the heat radiating from her entire face. Luckily, Bran's rhetorical response was enough to redirect her attention. Lilin shook her head then, indicating that she knew nothing of music in general and certainly nothing about playing an instrument. "Not me."

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