Guy's Night
#1
WC: 250
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Basically a chance to do some ice fishing and have your character join in some drunken banter & shenanigans. Please allow Teo to respond and then open to all with a free posting order.

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Light wasn’t one to hold a grudge. On the contrary he commended the albino male for his much needed release. Now the hunter was willing to show him that there had been no harm or foul done towards him. He may have had a few wounds to show for it but nothing he couldn’t handle. He knocked on the door of the hut shared by Gemma and Teo, tonight was a guy’s night, he wasn’t taking no for an answer and he was ready to drink, laugh or even throw a few punches if it came down to it. The hunter had waited for the arrival or answering of the door as a chilly wind ran up his spine. His hair was fixed nicely set into dual silvery white braids and lined with various earth tone feathers. Makade had complimented him earlier and had even agreed to keep her distance even though Light knew she wouldn’t. She would be there always there her tiny body hidden in the trees to watch over her child. Light was unsure where they would head for the options were vast it would just be a matter of how far they wanted to go, he definitely wanted to see what the nearest pack had to offer them though and would try there. Light gave a second knock calling out his name Teo? and began to consider seeking out the male. Once he would find him though the male would whisk him off to Crimson Dreams.
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Teo's all worn out. D:


He ignored the first knock. Teo felt... well, like shit. His injuries were still healing, though thankfully that damn bruise was starting to fade. He'd spent the rest of his time after his loss of control cooped up in the house, begging Gemma for forgiveness and trying his best to show her that he wasn't a monster. The thoughts were still there, but now he could ignore them. Ahiyuhi helped with that, lending advice and a listening ear whenever the albino felt like talking.

The second knock he couldn't ignore. It was Light. With a slight groan, Teo removed himself from the 'couch' (or what was left of it) and headed for the door. His hair was brushed, but not styled, left to hang over his face in loose strands. He wore no shirt this time, not caring enough to put one on, but at least he wore his dark jeans. With a sigh, he opened the door and looked up to meet the older male's eyes. There was pink there in his own, a good sign.

"Hey." A simple greeting, a single word. He couldn't bring himself to say much more than that. Light had all but saved his life that night. Had he not have arrived on the scene, Anatole would probably have killed the albino, and for the rescue, Teo was forever grateful. He leaned against the doorframe and managed a weak smile. "Nice feathers."

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#3
WC: 208
ooc: hehe, <3 scruffy Teo... we'll just assume they didn't talk much on the way there and end up at **festival** after your next post? Light's excited so his look is more relaxed than usual XD... **Edit** Sorry was totally confuzzled on travel location and stuff so its about mid-day as this is happening and will be evening or dusk as they arrive.

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Light made a face as though not amused at the comment about his feathers but was quick to show the male his play. His large hand reached for Teo’s head to ruffle his un-styled hair. Look at yourself kid. He chuckled deeply. Go get ready we’re going out tonight. He nearly ordered now that he had seen Teo was well enough to take out and about. He shoved the male back in his home eager to leave but knowing the thin coydog needed at the very least his jacket to join him for they had a decent travel ahead of them. I’ll wait out here. Light shut the door and smiled feeling rather proud of himself for no real reason. He leaned against the doorframe his arms crossed as he awaited Teo. You almost ready? You’re coming whether you like it or not my friend so if I come in there and find you're not ready I’m taking you as you are. Light said in an almost warning as the wind started to seep through his fur he couldn’t stand still for much longer. He looked through his satchel ensuring he had filled it with the two bottles of wine two of many he obtained some time back.
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Feel free to pp. Smile


He was starting to get used to everyone friendly ruffling his hair. Alaki had been the one to start the trend and the it sort of just went from there. Light apparently liked doing it too. "What if I don't want to go out?" He played, focusing his eyes up as he fixed his hair with careful hands. He blinked and stepped back as Light closed the door; apparently it wasn't a question.

He rolled his eyes with a faded smile and moved to find some suitable clothes. A few moments later, when Light called over to him, he popped out of his bedroom dressed in a black shirt, new jeans and he had his hair back in a short ponytail, tied there with black lace. "Alright, alright, I'm coming." He felt his mood lifting again and though that dark cloud still followed him, the albino found it easier to smile and move about. "So where are we going, then?"

He stepped out of the house with his hands in his pockets, shivering with the change of temperature for a moment and then brushing it off easily; Light's training sessions had paid off. The cold no longer bothered him as much as it used to and he found, with thicker fur, he could ignore it better. "Lead the way."

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#5
WC: 223
OOC: Hope thats alright. Let the party begin!

Light chuckled when the male finally came out of the safety of his home. There we go, come now let us go we have a long day of horseback ahead of us. He had led Matteo to the stables and picked out one of the riding horses as Matteo grasped his own. Light had needed to be lead after determining the hunter was rather much a novice in riding the creatures. They arrived at the festival in the sugarwoods as nightfall had come.

Here we are my friend. Festivities await. Pretty faces and delightful figures to gander at as well. Light was in party mode, his body relaxed a suave smile set upon his face. Oh yes Light knew his way around a festival knowing his face would be lost among the many that his eyes that wandered over a passing couple. He gave the female a dashing wink that made her giggle and her mate looked over at her with confusion as her eyes shot forward. But as they did Light's gaze fell astray to the piece of male upon her arm. Yes my friend this will be a night to remember. Sadly Light as a socialite was often hazy days and sick mornings. He wouldn’t really remember much.

As the horses were tied his hair righted into place it was time.
#6
/snatches Light/Matteo thread! Let awkwardness commence.


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OOC herpderp? / +yo numbah!


Sebastian was having a good time at the winter festival. He'd brought plenty of wine to the place and was a little tipsy. He'd travelled with the rest of Casa di Cavalieri, but he had somehow managed to lose them in the festivities. A shame; he'd been hoping that he might have been able to pull Jazzy or Enzo into an empty tent. Or possibly Wayne, if Dixie didn't mind and the cowboy was drunk enough. Maybe even the guy with the limp. Despite his handicap, he was pretty good-looking.


But strangers were also very eligible. It was a festival, after all. A time for drunken revelry and naked tumbles underneath bedsheets. Surely there had to be a few attractive, masculinely-inclined men floating around the place? If not, some wine generally helped things along. He hoped he didn't meet Amy. No. The Italian wrinkled his nose as though a foul smell hung around the tent he was loitering outside. Maybe Drakien instead, the Romani with the sexy voice.


A drink or two later, Sebastian stumbled out of a tent, nursing bruised knuckles. Well, it wasn't really a stumble. It was more of a stagger, as he was unceremoniously shoved outside, the sounds of a scuffle breaking out inside as some guy's friends held him back.


"Afraid to handle a real man, [i]pezza di merde!?" he called jeeringly into the tent, his pride somewhat stung. There were some rather uncouth shouts from the man he'd had a minor disagreement with. The sound of a chair smashing could be heard as Sebastian turned to apologise to the man he'd almost stumbled into.

"My apologies, Mess-" He stopped talking as he glanced upwards, past the scarred chest to the scarred face. It was unmistakeably Light, the man with whom he'd had fun with in the wine cellar. Sebastian broke into a grin, taking a step back and looking him up and down. He looked as good as ever. Still naked, opposed to Sebastian's jeans.


"Look who it is!" Sebastian exclaimed, embracing Light warmly, pressing his face into the taller male's chest unabashedly. "It's been a while, Mister Goldenfeather. Who's your friend?" Possibly more than a friend, but Sebastian didn't care much. He looked the other male cheerfully, extending his hand to shake and taking a step away from Light. He was pale, eyes between pink and blue, scarred, tattooed. And only three inches or so taller than the Italian.Good-looking too, but more handsome than rugged.

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#7
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Teo's either Shy or Possessive. XD You decide. Hover over the Italian for translations.


The festival. Why of all places was Light taking him to a social gathering of every single pack in the province!? As Jericho trotted towards the noice, Teo shrank behind her mane more and more, ears pinning back but twitching at every loud noise over the blurr of comotion up ahead. Light might've been in a 'party mood', but Teo was ready to curl up and die.

The closer they rode, the more people they saw. Light was busy checking out a couple passing by when Teo noted a few younger pups playing in the distance. His heart clenched for a moment; Ebony and Ivory... they probably would've been just the right age to love this sort of thing, right?

Eventually the pair dismounted and while Light made sure he was presentable, Teo straightened out his clothes and hair. As a last minute thought, he undid his shirt, letting it hang open as he tucked his hands into his pockets, the intricate tattoo shown off as much as it could've been while still wearing clothes. Just as he moved up beside Light, a hand brushing his mentor's arm, lips ready to ask where to go first, a comotion started.

His ears picked up the Italian right away. Oh lovely, such nice language already. He frowned and stepped back with a slight snort as a roan colored male appeared... and knocked into Ligh. The Italian stranger apparently knew Light, hugging the wolf and singing praise. When his attention turned to Matteo, the frown disappeared, hidden behind a forced smile as he shook the other's hand firmly.

"Matteo Trovato. E sei tu?" He greeted smoothly, his first language flowing like silk as he spoke. As he moved his hand back to his pocket, he glanced the stranger over; the only thing he could think of to compare this man to was a red fox. His build was just a slight bit more... masculine than the albino's own figure, with a certain pride to his demeanor. Sharp orange eyes reminded the Trovato of molten copper, bright and piercing. Yes, attractive... but in a moment of misplaced jealously, the albino opted to instead step closer to Light, as if claiming the older wolf as his for the time being.

That, or he was subconciously trying to hide behind the guy, which was more likely the case.

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#8
WC: 330
ooc: uncomfortable Light is uncomfortable XD <3

Light was about to put his arm over Matteo to assure him that they would have a fun night when a familiar voice was heard. Oh did he ever recognize the yell, it nearly matched the one he had forced from the male in a moment of weakness. His face grew grim suddenly and he was ready to turn and pull Teo away, maybe even agree to go back home. But before he knew it there he was rushing at him in a drunken folly. Light made sure the male didn’t strike his body too hard and looked at him. His body tensed as he received the hug. His mind running with what to say, what to do, most of which involved him turning tail and running… but he was speechless. He watched as his friend and the male he more or less didn’t know other than how he sounded when he moaned and gasped in times of pleasure. The images flashing in his mind, sounds of the night drowning out their exchanged words. Sebastian, the artist stranger from the cellar that he hoped to never run into again… at least not like this surrounded by people and with his friend (who he was sure he was having difficulty proving his sexual preference to.) Was right there... in front of him, drunk and sexy as ever. Finally as he felt Teo’s warmth close at his side he finally snapped out of his deer in headlights expression. He plastered on an uncomfortable smile and held out his hand. Very nice to see you again, Sebastian. His deep voice very much like his first words to the male. Emotionless, masked… all his relaxation drained in a matter of seconds as he was thrown into this by the Great Spirit/Karma what have you. What were they trying to prove? That his weakness was worth this punishment? He did not know. All he knew was that this situation sucked… and not the good kind.
#9
Oblivious flirty Seb is oblivious and flirty. Big Grin



Sebastian was, unfortunately, only just drunk enough to not properly notice anything he didn't really want to. He noticed, for example, that both Light and Matteo were good-looking. That Light was as ruggedly handsome and muscular as ever. That Matteo was slim, handsome and very cute. That both men were attractive to him. He noticed that both men smiled, but failed to realise that both smiles were forced. He registered Light's words, but failed to take the tone into account. When he wasn't busy trying to seduce men, the Italian manwhore was an oblivious drunk. Even though he could only really be called tipsy at that stage.

Sebastian grinned brightly as Matteo held out his hand and introduced himself. In Italian, even. Sebastian shook his hand strongly, a bright and charming smile showing off his bright white teeth. "Salve," Matteo," he purred as he clasped the white-furred hand. "I am Sebastian." His smile flashed more widely for a moment as he bowed like a gentleman. He didn't quite kiss Matteo's hand, but it was a close-run thing.

He turned to Light as the slender albino stepped closer to the rugged Northerner. His eyes flickered downwards surreptitiously before he spoke, leaning his weight to one side and placing a hand on his waist. "Good to see you too, Light," he said warmly, taking a step back so that he didn't have to strain his neck to see eye-to-eye with the pale male.

Abruptly, he froze and glanced back at the tent. "Excuse me for a moment." he flashed another dazzling smile at the uncomfortable pair and dived back into the tent, emerging three seconds later with his satchel on his shoulder. Bottles clinked audibly as Sebastian reappeared in front of the pair, still smiling obliviously. Slightly more audible were the fresh roars and curses that were hurled after him.

"Were you here for any particular purpose?" he asked breezily, nevertheless casting a slightly worried look at the tent. Hopefully no one would care enough to actually get off their asses and come after him.


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