[M] Panic!
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Yes yes!!

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The both of them seems to be in a rather upset mood. The man's attitude wasn't rubbing Sidra the right way. She didn't enjoy or appreciate his sarcasm. Though still as she sat on the couch, the scent was driving her wild, prodding her to finish what they had started. It was yelling "Just do it! Get it over with. Aro won't care." Whether he actually would care or not was unknown to her. If he could go around knocking girl's up why couldn't she have a little fun? Surely, he couldn't be so hypocritical to deny her this experience. Either way, what's done is done and she wasn't about to get pregnant. No way. She just wasn't ready.


Sidra glared at Alister as he spoke, not liking how sensitive he was being about the whole matter. Sure, she was upset about it but she was already moving on and putting it in the past while he was dwelling on it, refusing to let it go. Mistakes happened, and luckily their's had been avoided. Again, his voice ran through the air, thick with anger after he slammed his fist into the windowsill only to recoil once again. She didn't like his violent nature at the moment...especially if he was going to stay here with her. Sidra's ears folded back and her lips curled to reveal the sharp white fangs hidden underneath. Though no sound came from her, she didn't want to scare him off. But she certainly did want him to calm down. You're getting too worked up...calm down will you? It didn't happen so just let it go, alright? She was annoyed but hid the snarl under a calm and collected mask. Once he came close, she was perfectly subtle in her appearance. Even as he grabbed her flask to take a rather large gulp. Sure...if you share. His actions told her that he was already a bit tipsy. Thank the stars because she didn't know how much longer she'd be able to sit in here and deal with him. In all honesty, she wanted to get up and leave. She wanted to go back to Casa, find Aro, and fall asleep. Though she knew it wouldn't be as easy as that. Surely he'd ask questions about where she'd been and would also be intoxicated by her scent. It was best if she stayed here tonight like Alister said.


Once Alister set the flask down, Sidra snatched it up to take a swig herself. Ah, the refreshing burn as it went down. It told her that it was strong and was working. Her head was already light, the room slightly spinning around her. Luckily, she knew how to hold her liquor. His words were already slurred as he spoke, agreeing with her. A smile came to her face. She was amused by him while he was in this state. Yes. Foolish. Sidra giggled lightly as he assured her she was in good hands. Okay, Alister. I trust you'll be a valiant guardian. Sidra gladly handed the flask over to him when he reached for it. He could drink as much as he liked. I can see that. Sidra finally was able to relax, letting her head fall back onto the couch while she inhaled deeply. She looked up to the ceiling trying to focus her eyes on one spot. It was hard and made her kind of dizzy so she stopped. Her head rolled to look at Alister hoping he would fall asleep soon. She really didn't want to talk as she was already getting sleepy herself, but tonight she wouldn't be able to rest. She needed to leave before he awoke. There wasn't much to talk about as it was...so she simply sat there and soaked up the man's presence. Her body wished to do more, but she wouldn't lay another hand on him.


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OOC Figured now would be a good time for him to conk out so she can do her thing xD

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It was the scent driving him to be this way, his body going into overdrive with an excessive amount of testosterone. Otherwise he wouldn't have surrendered himself to such an outburst. He was usually quite disciplined, but in this instance he wanted nothing more than to clear his head, and he couldn't do that with her bloody scent filling the air around him. He only caught the slightest hint of her fangs flashing at him, but he didn't react adversely. Russet ears twitched with the sound of her words. Alister sighed. She was right, he was behaving like a child, without any real reason to. Nothing had happened, they'd been close, but she had pulled away at the last second. A good thing really. He'd lost himself by that point, eager in his desire to please her-- egged on by her challenging manner, constantly daring him to do more. The claw marks on his back, still fresh, stung him as they glistened crimson. They weren't truly deep, and weren't all too visible but the needle-like pricking sensation forced him to acknowledge their presence. Ow. His ears flattened as he rubbed at them.


When he turned towards her, her fangs had retreated back behind her black lips and her expression was calm, collected. Nodding, the hybrid spoke. "My pleashure..." Sidra giggled as the alcohol in his system began to reveal itself, drawing out his words and adding on an extra 'sh' here and there. Brows furrowed, he didn't think he'd said anything funny. The alcohol must have been taking effect. The bitterness was still there, but he found he just couldn't focus. Maybe he should sit down?


He glanced at the couch where she sat even now. No, that wouldn't do. Something told him he should keep his distance from the dusky woman, though he couldn't remember why. Looking about the room his eyes eventually settled on an old decrepit armchair that appeared in decent enough condition. Sufficient to hold his weight...he hoped. Unbalanced steps brought him towards it in an only slightly meandering path and he plopped himself down on the cushioned seat. Old rusty framework and springs made a sound of protest, but it held well enough and the tawny man was soon settled comfortably, or as comfortable as he could possibly be regarding the circumstance. He could feel his body relaxing the longer he sat there and his lids felt heavy. Peering at her through half-closed lids he saw that she too was lounging, her posture and body relaxed just as his. Sleep sounded so very good right now, and slowly his eyes closed and he let the night take him.


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Okay. Smile

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Words didn't really follow after that. Instead, Sidra observed Alister as the vodka and wine did quick work on him. It was doing a number on her as well and she'd have to get at least a little bit of rest before she even thought about leaving. Amethyst eyes continued to gaze serenely over at him, often darting to the necklace and lingering there for moments to take in its beauty. She couldn't wait to have it for herself. A sweet smile splayed on her lips as she settled more comfortably on the couch, letting herself lay across it's length with her body curled slightly. She took in a deep breath, now comfortable and open to the sleep that impended on her. She wouldn't fall asleep until Alister did though and thankfully, he soon also settled down in the same room on a chair nearby. She lifted herself to see him sit and fall asleep and then let her head drop. She would only get a few hours of sleep, but there was no way she was going to leave with this much alcohol in her system. It wasn't wise and even though she'd been drinking, she knew what she should and shouldn't do. Sidra took another relaxing breath and let her eyes flutter shut, opening once more until they sealed permanently. Sleep was warm and inviting and soon, she was engulfed by its comfort.


The leopard woman was awoken by the light of day seeping in through the window onto her face. She was timely when she took advantage of some unlucky fool, able to awake early. She had a slight ache in her head and her stomach was a bit upset but it was a small price to pay for the treasure that awaited her. Silently, Sidra stretched a small feminine groan arising from her. Her eyes peered over the couch to see if Alister was still sleeping. Surely, he was and now was her time to act. The woman rubbed her eyes and then noiselessly got off of the couch. Her feet were soft on the old wooden floor but she was sure Alister would sleep through anything at the moment, considering how much he drank. First, Sidra gathered her things wrapping her red cloak around and stuffing her flask and mostly empty bottle of whine into her bag. Now the hard part came.


Sidra made her way over to Alister without a sound. She thought for a moment about the best way to remove the necklace. Her dagger was removed from her bag and her arms outstretched, lightly grabbing hold of the leather string. Carefully, she grasped it tightly with one hand and cut through it. Her eyes flickered up to Alister ever so often just to make sure he wasn't going to wake up. He seemed to be sleeping soundly enough, but she had been caught before. Luckily, she knew how to hold her ground against men as big as Alister. Once she'd gotten through the leather, she slowly pulled it from around his neck and soon it was in her hands and she was free to leave. Her eyes shined down on the pendant taking in every detail. She may be tough, but she was a sucker for pretty jewelry just like most any other woman. Her eyes shifted to his sword. She contemplated stealing it too but she didn't want to push it. Sidra smiled sweetly at the sleeping giant, somewhat grateful for his kind demeanor. Too bad he had to be the one to have found her last night.


Her heat was still stirring her thoughts, making her wish she could go back to last night and go through with it. Alister was a handsome and kind man. She couldn't help but think that he would make fine puppies. Sidra grimaced and pushed the thought aside. Why would she even consider such a thing? With a scowl, she turned and strutted to the door, looking back to smile at Alister before she slipped away hopefully to never be seen again.

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