♦ Open-ish Log - Ongoing

[the_dawnster]

When; Sunday Night
Rating; PG-13 probably
Characters; whattingawhat, commarogue, the_dawnster & anyone who wants to run into three hot & drunk chicks, two who kick ass and one who gets into trouble a lot.
Summary; Faith takes Dawn out on the town (bar hopping) and Buffy comes along to make sure there are no Faith type shenanigans. Feel free to run into them at any of the bars in the Overground. They're probably going to hit them all.
Log;

The music is loud, as it is in most bars. The three girls have already been to a few of them, bars that is. But right now they're in the Victrola. Having just taken their seats, Dawn orders something fruity and pink. The bar girl says she knows just the right drink and promises to get her something fruity and pink. Dawn doesn't quite hear as her sister and Faith order drinks because she's looking up to the stage where a girl is doing something interesting with a tassel that has Dawn's features scrunching up in curiosity.

“How is that possible? I mean I get the why but not the how. And I'm pretty sure even in pretend land I can't get my body to do that.” And this is her cue to turn to Buffy and Faith and ask flat out: “Can either of you? With Slayer agility and all that, you both can probably do that with a tassel.” She grins. “Also, I just realized how funny tassels are – both in and out of context.”


ooc: Like I said, feel free to run into the girls while they're out and about. Just expect replies from all three unless specified that it's just to one or the other! ♥!

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[commarogue]

Faith's going to ignore the observation about Buffy in favor of helping Dawn see the parts she's missing.

"It's not all about the rack if that's what you're going for."

She slides up behind Dawn and puts her hands to her waist, forcing her to move a little looser, try to get her to swing her hips more. "Dancing is sex, Brat, and that's all down here. Unless you don't know about that stuff yet."

Yes, teasing is necessary. Absolutely.

[the_dawnster]

"Ohmigod I'm not ten years old." She performs an over the top eyeroll and then laughs. "In fact I was never ten years old which is kind of funny when you think about it." Her features fall a bit. "Or sad."

But there are things to do! Like learning to have vertical sex with Faith! Or the equivalent of it. Dancing. They're dancing, okay? Dawn looks back and down a bit to try to mimic Faith's movements. Yep, she can dance. She's actually a good dancer. And she's right there with Faith doing the vertical tango. "See? I know what I'm doing."

[commarogue]

"You're a sheltered little sister, deal with it." A little push, a little prod -- Faith's mildly sauced and they're having fun, right? Dawn's clearly enjoying herself, anyway. And for once Faith isn't feeling completely out of her element and judged and pitied.

Yeah, she could get used to this.

"Never got the experimental college years, and who knows how long we're here, so--" Faith maneuvers Dawn so that they're facing each other now. "Be young and stupid."

Snap! The flash of Faith's phone goes off as she takes a photo of Dawn. "What's your boy toy's number again?"

[the_dawnster]

Dawn is a bit tipsy too and is also a camera ham, so when she realizes what Faith is doing, she leans in close to her and makes a kissy face for the photo.

"His name is Aya, not boy toy. And send him that so he knows I look sexy tonight and am dancing with sexy girls." And she's back to dancing.

[commarogue]

Faith grins and shows Dawn her text. A couple of party animals, they are. Which, oddly, not too weird for Faith right now. She might be genuinely smiling.

"How's that fruity drink, by the way? Wondering how strong they made it."

And yes she's implying that you're very drunk, Dawn. And looking on with amusement as she pockets the phone and continues dancing.

[the_dawnster]

Dawn laughs and smiles at the text. "At least I look good! He did say I look good, right? Cause it's really not a crappy photo and I am a good dancer."

She glances down to the table where their drinks sit. "I don't know, I can't really taste the alcohol in it." Which could be because there isn't much or because she's had a lot and is immune to it by now. "He said I look cute, right??"

[commarogue]

"He's all kinds of jealous, don't worry."

Faith scoops up the drink and haves herself a sip. Oh yeah, Dawn's going to be regretting this in the morning. Good experience to have once in awhile, anyway.

"Maybe we should start thinking about calling it a night. You're gonna feel like you were hit by a mack truck in the morning, Brat."