[M]Dance the night away

Neela Garcia · 01-27-2012, 07:28 PM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

[M]'d for Neela and X'yrin being alcoholics ^_^

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Neela spun and twirled her way through the crowd, flitting from one dance partner to another constantly as she moved among them, her twirls and strides graceful and precise despite the amount of whiskey that the collie had already imbibed this night.

The festival was an unusual thing for Neela. Generally the Collie drunk sparingly, only allowing herself a little bit of alcohol as a treat every now and then or when it seemed sociable and only drinking heavily when she was upset. However the festival atmosphere was infectious and Neela's supply of whiskey newly expanded so the collie found herself much more drunk than usual.

However her overall mood had carried through into her drunken state and the collie had not fallen into the depression and confusion that often accompanied her drinking too much. Instead she was happy and carefree, as could be seen by her giggles and smiles as she danced her way around a multitude of partners.

The night the dancing that was often confined to a single tent had once again spilled outwards into the main clearing that houses the festival, a large amount of wolves dancing in the light from several large fires. Some were dancing as dedicated couples but others, such as Neela, were more mercenary in their choice, picking up and abandoning partners as the rhythm demanded.

A spin into the arms of a male nearly twice her weight and size, move with him a few paces then extend and break away, almost falling into the arms of a very surprised and petite female for a brief second before Neela continued on, a brief bark of laughter leaving her mouth at the look of confusion on her victim, a brief flash caught before her motion and the crowd tore the vision away.

It was chaotic and confusing but at the moment Neela could think of nothing else she would rather be doing. While planned and practised dances had their own element of fun there was something intoxicating about the unplanned, instinctual dancing going on around her. It reminded her of better times, of alcohol and fish fuelled parties by the sea and of Julian, who had always found her in these kind of dances.

The sombre thoughts only had a second to survive before Neela's hand met another's and they were driven away as the collie twirled in the grasp, taken in once more by the dancing.

X'yrin Exultare · 01-28-2012, 10:58 AM

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ooc: Dated for Feb. 12th.

Dip in…dip out. Sway left, then right. Exchange from one hand to another, then keep in time with the rhythm. Keep the steps light and spritely… beware of the smaller feet below. Repeatedly, she practiced this silly little mantra, which saved for unaware feet than she cared to admit. While dancing in proper form was an art she believed to have mastered, this wild frenzy of inconsistent dips and twirls and switching partners at any given moment was something she was far from used to. But admittedly, it was fun and exciting.

Instead of meeting and greeting with the random backs and fronts of various strangers, she was supposed to be selling Ichika’s stock of wine she had collected from her return trip to the homeland. What little she had managed to trade off for the pack early that day, was nearly unaccountable in comparison to the bottles she lost in the midst of the orgy of rhythm and sounds, or the amount of tradable liquid that spilled down her throat. The last she drank, it hadn’t bode well for herself or her cherished Shishen, now off to parts unknown. But she recalled pleasantly that under the influence of the strong liquid, their dancing was quite excitable and invigorating to her drunken senses. Why not partake in that again, she reasoned with her third bottle clutched tightly, near to the point of the neck breaking.

Bringing the glass bottle to her lips, the through her head back with another swig, just as a foreign hand reached out to touch her waist. It was the calloused hand of a male, seeking to draw her attention away from the bottle to his considerably shorter form. Pulling the bottle from her maw, she about laughed at his bold attempt to take her obviously larger hand into his smaller own, and take her off deeper into the growing mass of dancers. Rather than let herself be led, she took the male’s hand and guided his arms around into a twirl, assuming lead of the dance he hoped to start. She kept him in a spin going around and around, until she was a complete mess of giggles then released the male and watched him spin off into a female pair too dizzy to keep on his own feet.

Taking another drink from her bottle whilst repeating her mantra, she danced her way around the crowd bathed in firelight, taking one hand to help wade her through the masses, then spun into another’s arms to keep herself from toppling. Male or female, she felt only fur and giggled just the same before carrying along. In the alcohol induced haze she carried on, until her lumbering form grasped the waist of a very light, very shaggy body of whom she could vaguely recall. The scent was familiar accented with salt and spray of the seas. But even in her drunken state, her olfactory was in peek condition and her tail swayed after a seemingly endless moment of scrounging her compendium. Inevitably, she was left giggling like a fool as she pulled the female closer to her. “I know you…”

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Neela Garcia · 01-28-2012, 11:29 AM

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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor

Neela Garcia

And she's dancing like she's never danced before

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Through the crowd Neela moved like a ghost, stopping here and there to spin with a partner before moving on, dodging both the hands of those more clingy dancers and those who's hands attempted to stray inappropriately with a grace that belied her drunken state. It was one of these spinning dodges that brought her almost crashing into the chest of a much larger canine. Neela retrieved herself from the other's chest in time to feel a pair of hands wrap around her waist and pull her into a spin, drawing her closer to the larger wolf.

Words drifted into her ears and Neela looked up, recognition flashing into her eyes as she took in the golden and crimson fire that adorned the large frame before her. Evidently Neela was slightly less far gone than her newly acquire companion as she was just able to dredge up a name from her memories, "Me too, Xaireen right?" The intoxicated collie slurred, her presently clumsy mouth horribly butchering X'yrin's name.

Neela was drawn in closer and her eyes flashed, going wish the movement for a moment before she ducked down and out, snagging the larger woman's hand as she moved outwards and spinning under it, pulling the larger woman with her for a few seconds before she returned to their previous position. "Haven’t been many Ichikans 'ere that I've seen" Neela remarked as she span. Indeed, not counting Dalgina who Neela had brought with her for a short while, Neela hadn’t seen many members of the populous pack at the festivities, though the bustle meant it wasn't impossible that she had just missed them.

Neela's tail wagged behind her, enjoying the chance to dance with somebody from her pack, and she shifted, one hand falling to X'yrin's waist and the other taking her hand as Neela tried to pull against the nomad and lead her in a staggering parody of a waltz, laughing all the while.

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X'yrin Exultare · 01-28-2012, 12:46 PM

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The slur of her name from the collies lips had the she-wolf in fits of laughter and was forced to hold tighter to her packmate as she about doubled over on top of her. But Neel’s swift movements kept the woman upright as she reared back at the sudden change in position and followed through. A literal lapse or darkness overcame her, leaving the woman looking quite confused with her paws still occupied; one with booze and the other with the collie. However her smile did return when her partner fell into her again and resumed their haphazard bond. She took about swig of her bottle in the midst her merry chuckling.

While it was true hardly any Ichikans had been seen throughout the festival, it was not to say that they weren’t there. The festival was busy and crowded during the day, and at night, it was an immense congregation of events and dancing, just as they were partaking in now. Even if there was a head count of their packmates, it was likely only one or two heads would be recognized by chance, just as it had been with the two drunken females. “But…they’re ‘ere…” the Nomad waved her free… or rather bottled hand across the dense crowd. “…’jus hard to find. Saul…Sal…Keeearaaa….Naaayru… ‘ey’re here… around…” X’yrin raised her head stretching her collared neck as if in the hopes of spying their mentioned packmates. “Well… Don’t see um… But ‘ey’re around!” She was quite sure of this fact, even if it was based on the fact that she hadn’t seen some of the mentioned individuals on her return trip to Ichika.

She was all for letting Neela lead their clumsy dance until a sliver of her carefully suppressed nature slipped through a crack widened by the heady effects of alcohol. The arm still clutching the bottle coiled around the smaller female’s waist and pulled her flush against her well defined front while reserving the positions of their clasped hands. Her bubbling laughter achieved boisterous octaves as she proceeded to lead the both of them into a messy twirl, discarding the awkward footing of their ‘waltz’ all together. But with such wild movements came the inevitable brush into equally drunk and wild swinging patrons. The collision was abrupt but elicited only a little pain. The sharp whine that came from a crushed foot raised the she-wolf’s ears to attention as she looked down at the wounded victim. Her hold on Neela had slackened just enough for her to be free if she wanted to, but was more to keep them together than lost in the wildly moving crowd.

“Noo…I’m sorry…” the autumn woman slurred in apology, looking down at the stomped on foot of the tawny female. “So sorry… come dance!” Sincerity segued into an offer to relieve the pain, completely disregarding the female’s partner before dragging this other into a messy, tri-partnered dance. X’yrin slipped an arm around the other’s waist, nearly dropping her bottle of wine in haste. “Dance will make it better!”she exclaimed expecting Neela to back her up on this wonderful fact.

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Neela Garcia · 01-28-2012, 01:47 PM

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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor

Neela Garcia

And she's dancing like she's never danced before

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Neela craned her head at the names X'yrin mentioned, seeking out the pack members listen off by the Seiki as though they would magically appear at the sound of their names. The collie was rather disappointed when they didn’t, her drunken mind having been rather hopeful of seeing some of her pack mates again, but then X'yrin took charge of their dance and the collie had to fight to keep upright as Xy'rins strong movements and her own intoxication seemed to conspire to have her falling over.

Neela had nearly gotten through the dance on her feet when an impact rand through the two followed by a yelp of pain that came from neither of the two drunk Ichikans. Neela was sent sprawling into X'yrin's chest by the impact and by the time the smaller dog had picked herself clear X'yrin was frantically, if drunkenly, apologising to the couple they had collided with, one of whom was nursing an apparently injured foot.

Neela, who had taken the reprieve to withdraw her ever present flask of whiskey and drink a little more, was called to back X'yrin up and happily did so, her words all the more slurred for the extra half a flask of whiskey within her system, "Yeah, danc'll make e better" Neela happily joined in with X'yrins plans for a tri=-partnered dance, doomed for disaster as they were, and happily slid her free hand around the bewildered canines waist, the female slipping an arm around Neela's shoulders seemingly automatically by her confused expression as Neela surged away, pulling the trio away into a clumsy spin and leaving the female's partner scratching his head in confusion.

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X'yrin Exultare · 01-28-2012, 02:03 PM

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Clearly it was a drunken disaster waiting to happen, but none of the dancers were made wise to the inevitable outcome. Impaired judgment made the dance appear alright, as it was lead into spin by gracelessly bounding steps. The Ichikan’s new dance partner was for the moment, helpless to escape their grasp and could only look at her partner when she was circled around to him, barking something incoherent for him to oblige to. His mistake was attempting to make at move to take hold of the female, for when he was within range, X’yrin reached out and snatched him by the waist, adding yet another to this growing circle.

And oh, she thought this was entertaining… and strangely a good idea. Her grip on the bottle had long since loosened, but went unnoticed as it fell to the ground with a soft ‘thud’ then was hurriedly snatched up by another far beyond drunk dancer who was apparently waiting for that precious bottle to slip. It was gone before she never noticed it was missing, but couldn’t care to find it. What iota of sense lingered let her know she was drunk enough as it was.

The spinning made the ground a lot less friendly beneath her feet, causing her legs to buckle beneath her, bringing her down to a knee for stability. Unfortunately the sudden stop caused the male to collide with her and dropped his smaller frame over her shoulder. “Ha!” the woman exclaimed as if it were all a part of some secret plan she had only just concocted then wrapped her arms around the male’s legs and hoisted him over her shoulder as she promptly stood. “Look ‘at I got!” she whined happily in a fit of giggles and spun in place with the man over her shoulder. She was too far gone into the alcohol to realize what she was doing was nothing short of emasculating, but she did know that what she was doing was fun all until she lost her footing in stepping on her own two feet and dropped like a stone to the ground, nearly crushing her tail beneath her. All she while, she continued to laugh.

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Neela Garcia · 01-28-2012, 02:39 PM

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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor

Neela Garcia

And she's dancing like she's never danced before

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Neela barely noticed the male being forced into the misshapen dance on the other side of the circle, holding onto his partner for dear life and being forced into place by X'yrin's grip on himself, similar to Neela's grip on the female.

When X'yrin stumbled and fell onto one knee the entire circle rippled, crashing onto one another with the impact. Neela managed to stay upright through sheer experience, the swaying caused by her drunkenness close enough to the swaying caused by a ship at sea that Neela managed to stay upright, catching the unknown female wolf around the waist to stop her from falling as well. The male wasn't so lucky and found himself displayed over X'yrin's shoulder like a trophy.

The frustration generated by the female next to Neela dissipated somewhat and Neela heard a giggle pass her lips at the sight, accompanied by Neela's own laughter. When X'yrin started to slip Neela darted forwards, her hand taking a strong grip around X'yrin's free arm seconds before the collie was reminded of the weight difference between the two and pulled down, landing with X'yrin's head smothered in the thick fur on her chest, a muzzle-full of mud and a sore nose where her muzzle had hit the ground.

"Well. Tha' was… interesting" Neela mumbled out, spitting mud out and washing it down with a swig of whiskey before pushed herself so that she was lay next to X'yrin rather than on top of her and burst out laughing to match the woman, the collies characteristic barking laughs echoing up into the air.

In-front of the two the female was wringing her hands and looking nervously at her partner, currently trapped under and between the two drunken Ichikans, looking torn between laughing or crying at the tangle of bodies before her.

For some reason the sight was funny enough to Neela to send the collie into a further bout of hysterics.

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X'yrin Exultare · 01-28-2012, 06:19 PM

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This was beyond silly, it was outright funny and X’yrin wouldn’t have laughed any harder than she was now. Her sides were beginning to hurt, it was so humorous. Her drunken state had reached an all time high so much so that she forgot about the male squished between herself and Neela until she heard the confused voice of their latest addition to this dancing fiasco inquire about her partner.

“e’ll be fine!!!” The woman exclaimed, using her strength to roll out of the pile of limbs onto to remain on her back on the ground. At least in this position that ground wasn’t trying to knock her over. Besides, the ground was cool to her fur and very manageable. One the poor fellow was free, he hurriedly jumped up to return to his partner receiving yet another giggle from the girl and a howl of laughter from the drunk Ichikan. “Nooo come back!” she whined amidst a fit of giggles, but turned her attention to the collie and her sputtering. She hadn’t even noticed the woman was eating dirt, but then she had been oblivious to the faceful of fur as well. And yet her face was strangely warm…

“Taste good?” she snickered at the canine, then extended a hand while still lying on the ground as if to help her companion out. How she intended to do so was yet to be seen, but the woman felt like she was doing something useful none the less.

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Neela Garcia · 01-30-2012, 02:42 PM

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Neela Garcia

And she's dancing like she's never danced before

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Somewhere between the taste of the whiskey and Neela's tongue going numb because of said whiskey the collie had managed to clear the taste of mud out of her mouth, sending her mind further into the pleasant drunken haze it was in during the process.

Neela snickered at X'yrin's reaction to the male's departure, though that turned somewhat sour when X'yrin inquired to the taste in her mouth, "Yeah, like deer an wine." Neela replied, reaching out and taking X'yrin's hand. There was a small period of time where the collie pulled on X'yrin's hand, wondering why she wasn't moving, before she let go, holding her hand up in front of her face and staring at it pensively.

Think s'methin's wrong with ma hand." Neela muttered, her mind jumping to the first (il)logical conclusion it could think of for her failure to be lifted off the floor. Deciding to try other methods of getting upright Neela decided to use her legs and kicked out. Unfortunately her lack of directional sense meant that Neela ended up kicking directly into the air, leaving the collie on her back, legs kicking like a stranded turtle for nearly half a minute before she realised she wasn't going anywhere and just slumped to the ground, thoroughly confused.

"Ah think ah've drunk too much. Or mebbe not enough. Yeah, tha's it. Ah need ta drink more." Neela reached for her bottle of whiskey, only to let out a low whine and droop her ears when she realised that the bottle was empty. The collie brought an eye to the bottles rim, as though searching for where the remaining whiskey inside the bottle might be hiding, only to let out a yelp and yank the bottle away as one last drop of the liquid slid down and into her eye. "No more whiskey." Neela muttered despondently, staring at the bottle in her hand.

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X'yrin Exultare · 02-02-2012, 11:19 PM

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ooc: A could more then have them pass out drunk ?

Neela was having her own trouble standing, but then so was the grounded wolf beside her. Try as they may to help the other up, it was sufficed that they weren’t going anywhere when pressed against the ground like they were. But with the mind swimming in alcohol, the bittersweet taste of wine still clinging to the tongue, it was doubtful anything close to a coherent thought would be conceived. But the female was certainly listening when it was regarded more drink was needed. “Yes!” she pumped a clawed fist into the air, then brought it down to the ground in search of a bottle that was no longer there. Well, not wine sounded like a good plan, but it was a horrible one to a mind capable of rational thinking.

But her mind was quite set on more alcohol now even though some part of her knew (albeit a very, very distant part) that it was not a good idea to continue to condone the consumption, she still wanted to drink. And with thoughts of wine she thought of her mate. “I know!!!” Instinctual motor reflexes rolling X’yrin to her knees then to her feet in a matter of moments. Her hand swatted blindly around for Neela’s hand hoping to bring her up as well to share in her astounding revelation. “I know…to get more wine,” she recalled with substantial difficulty but none the less grasped the solution. “Need to find…Saluce. NO!!! The caaart…our cart….Ichika’s Cart! Ichika’s cart has wine!!!” Her words were terribly slurped and her attempts to stand were no better. Even when she thought she was standing still she was an idle target for dancers still enraptured by the rhythmic beats of drums and howl made in tune with the rhythm. A well placed bump to her side nearly had the heavy female back on the ground again, were it not for a determined foot still planted firmly on the ground.

“Come on!” The woman nearly whined, growing impatient with win deprivation. “ ‘s find it!”

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Neela Garcia · 02-11-2012, 07:19 PM

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Neela Garcia

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Neela absent-mindedly accepted X'yrin;s groping hand, pulling herself to the surface successfully this time but remained distracted until one word from X'yrin's drunken babble reached through to her ears, Wine. While Neela preferred whiskey as her drink of choice a good wine was far from a bad second option and the mention of it being readily available set Neela's tail wagging, "Wine? What're we waiting for!" Neela surged to her feet, excitedly dragging X'yrin along by her hand only to loose her grip when the taller canine stumbled. Neela carried on for a few more paces before stumbling to a stop, gazing around disorientated.

"Where's the cart?" Neela asked, gazing around as though the cart would magically appear to her through the crowds of rowdy canines. Attempts at dancing by others were casually diverted or dodged as the collie continued her search, eventually giving up as her tail drooped down and she let out a low whine, wandering back over to X'yrin, a questioning look in her eyes, "I can't find it." she mumbled, ears flat against her head.

An idea shot into Neela's head and she began scanning around again, this time her eyes searching for a different target. Eventually Neela found what she was looking for, her eyes lighting up as they beheld a barrel placed against a rock; more specifically the barrel where Neela was storing the things she had traded for. Neela stumbled over happily, cracking open the barrel and rooting about inside, eventually emerging with two bottled of whiskey cradled to her chest like she would hold a puppy.

"Hey Xay, Whiskey!" Neela called out across the festival, happily mispronouncing X'yrin's name once again, too taken up to even notice she had done so. Her tail was beating a steady rhythm against the barrel as she waited for the golden woman.

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X'yrin Exultare · 02-17-2012, 07:04 PM

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ooc: So glad Saluce wasn't around to see this madness >.< is what she'll be thinking in the morning.

Something didn’t feel right. Right in the pit of her stomach she felt like she was burning from the inside out. At first it had been very warming, just a little to chase away the cold. But as her swimming mind paid more and more attention to it, and her body grew steadily warmer, even in her intoxicated state she could feel that something was wrong with her.

“Nee…neeela…” The Nomad groaned in protest as she was led toward the large barrel. Their pursuit of the cart was momentarily forgotten when the canine female had another thought entirely to distract them. X’yrin brought a hand to cover her heated stomach and about yelped when she felt her muscles quiver with pain. Her large frame doubled over instantly as something horrid and hot rose from her stomach into her gullet. And all that was needed was the magic word of alcohol to have it all come rushing back up.

The woman couldn’t even form the word before bile, meat and alcohol came spilling out instead. Not once, but twice did her body wrench horribly onto the snow, the remnants of two meals and an obscene amount of drink staring back at her. Weakly, the she-wolf collapsed to her knees, her body shaking to the bone as she again spilled her stomach’s contents. But that would be the last to wreck her body, for at last the alcohol did its notorious job and struck the woman’s head with a black slate. The world went dark and her mind was gone before she even hit the ground, knocked out cold.

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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor

Neela Garcia

And she's dancing like she's never danced before

Sorry for the wait

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Neela almost threw up herself through a mixture of sympathy and disgust as X'yrin finally gave in to the influence of thr alcohol she had digested this night, disgorging the contents of her stomach before falling unconscious.

Fortunately nearly four years of living and drinking as a sailor in a port town had given Neela a stronger stomach than her companion for the night and she managed to resist the urge to vomit, instead lunging drunkenly forward as X'yrin fell. By some miracle Neela managed to catch the falling wolf before she fell down in a puddle of her own vomit and remain upright somehow, pulling the unconscious nomad backwards.

"Well shit." Neela muttered, gazing at the unconscious wolf in her arms and wondering what the hell she was supposed to do. Somehow Neela's muddled mind managed to remember that X'yrin had mentioned an Ichikan cart at some point that evening. Unfortunately Neela had no idea where the Ichikan cart was.

Not one to let lack of knowledge stop her Neela grabbed X'yrin under her arms and started dragging the larger wolfess towards the nearest cart she could see. By some miracle she had actually managed to find the right cart on her first attempt and X'yrin was promptly stuff underneath the wooden construction, leaving Neela free to stagger off into the night.

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