Toga Party

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Atop a long table in one corner of the bar sits a row of punch bowls containing ladles and various cocktails: from margarita to plain screwdriver. These are accompanied by several bowls of ice, some containing various bottles of beer. There are stacks of plastic glasses, paper plates, napkins, and a large pile of ivy wreaths at one end. The drinks are buffet-style at this party, so help yourself.

There are plates scattered over the residual tables in the area, some overflowing with huge bunches of grapes, others containing savory fare such as chicken legs, hunks of bread, olives, cheese or humus dips.

To try and give an impromptu impression of a Roman/Greco theme, the tables have been topped with white tablecloths and chairs and surfaces strewn with ivy. If there had been a way to fashion columns or import colonnades in twenty four hours, Indy would have tried it. But ivy will have to do on short notice. At least its not poisonous.

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[mnt_mike]

"'M sure we can work something out."

He can't help it, absentmindedly his hands begin to toy with the fabric of her toga. Flattening out pleats, and just enjoying the overall sensation of the material.

[slayer_fray]

She looks at him for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of the fabric and he plays with it

Then, she shuts her eyes, panicks for a second takes another risk, and leans towards him, kissing him on the lips.

[mnt_mike]

Mike is ready this time, but not in an impatient overly expectant sort of way. Rather, he's just able to read the signs easier. Read her easier. It would be very junior high to say that he kisses her back, but that's exactly what it is,...a very junior high moment.

As one arm holds her close, the other traces its way up her back, resting at the nape of her neck.

[slayer_fray]

She arches her back inot his fingers, trying her hardest not to break the kiss as her torso snakes closer to him and her arms settle further around his body.

This is... this is new. She's kissed before, obviously, but it's not once felt like this.

Now she's just scared it will stop.

[mnt_mike]

So much better than with that girl at the rave, even with the Ecstacy.

The taste of the tequila lingers, but somehow she manages to make it sweet. It creeps up on him, the feeling of being cold. Of there being a draft. The realization that he's totally flushed and close to panting while wearing nothing but a sheet and a pair of boxer shorts.

He smiles.

[slayer_fray]

She feels the smile and opens her eyes, finding his immediately and locking into them.

The movement of his lips breaks the kiss, more than any conscious effort on her part, and she gazes at him, her mouth still close to his, inhaling his breath as he lets it go.

And she smiles back.

[mnt_mike]

He's sure he could find the answers to all his questions about her by merely looking deep enough into her eyes. The grin grows wicked when he thinks he'd rather just ask instead.

"would you toss me off a roof if I asked for some help getting to my room?"

[slayer_fray]

She smiles with relief and gratitude and a host of other things, before making a show of looking around for rooves.

"Probably not," she says, grinning.

[mnt_mike]

"oh, good."

Instead of asking her the actual question, he steals another kiss.

"you see," he explains, "some idiot cut my cast off with a hacksaw, and now i'm all dependent on the kindness of others."

[slayer_fray]

She almost loses herself in the kiss again before he starts talking and she slides off his lap.

"Remind me to beat the crap out of that idiot," she says, tucking her arms underneath him and lifting him easily. "Or thank him, whatever."

Now she's standing, with him in her arms again.

[mnt_mike]

"Like I said, if it's bruises Baby wants, then it's bruises Baby gets. I'm sure he'll go quietly, unless you'd rather him not."

With his arms around her neck, Mel and Mike exit the bar, and head up the stairs to Rm. 134.