SINGLES NIGHT [OPEN EVENT]

i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar.

Idly waiting, at a place like this, was not for Lyretich, as his two excited eyes continued to scan the event hall periodically for a possible new target. A smile of mischieve, happiness, and some more positive emotions appeared on the young male's face, as his dazzling eyes caught glims of a trio, particularly, one tall, silver-eyed woman he knew well - Teresa. Uhu... Look at her being all flirty, indeed Lyre was up to now good, seeing the woman try to play all nice and enticing.

Monitoring his pray for a little bit more, he decided to make a move. The youthful and mischievous boy, slid past the crowd as he closed in on his objective, like a hungry shark going after its supper. As Teresa was going past the cat-like white-haired man, and the brownish-red haired, slightly taller then Lyre woman, the playful male, used his chance to approach Teresa without her being able to react to his tight hug, "Mother, how could you! Boohoo," the fake cry and the naughty tone of Lyretich, plus his gleaming eyes, as he continued to hug the now stopped woman, could suggest only two things - they are parent and child or very close friends, where this kind of joke, was something that both parties were used to, "shouldn't you be at home and making me dinner, think about your age, didn't you say that you overcame your alcohol addiction," the corners of his mouth turned up even more, as he continued to tease Teresa, not paying too much attention, at the moment, to the two that were close by.  

@Teresa Sinclair  @Noctis X'ail @Kyra Velkhomme ● Notes here ● WC:267/TWC:2400

i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar.

Well, women's chest was different for sure, at this age it made the young boy quite shy, as a blush of rose-tinted his cheeks, though he tried to play it cool, after a struggle of some sort to wriggle out of the tight lock, Lyre filed a sort of arrogant but at the same teasing smirk "Of course I can, I am already fifteen. And I am not really looking for love now, I was thinking maybe I can make some new friends, and see some hot guys. Window-shopping isn't forbidden, is it now." He continued to smirk in the good mood he was. While being in the corner, his eyes noticed some interesting sight, hmm... seems something interesting is happening there, "Why don't we go back to your companions, I am sure they were surprised, and I don't want to appear as rude for taking you away from them," he looked back at Teresa.

As Lyretich took Teresa's smooth hand into his to bring her back to the crowd she was with before, the young boy would guess both - he and Teresa were wide-eyed for the drama that was unfolding in front of them, as they actually came back to the spot from before. The feline-like man was kissing the fragile-looking female, oho... that is a bold move... "I don't think you stand a chance now," Lyre teasingly nudged his good friend as he released her hand to then whisper into her ear "This is some good quality drama," as he and Teresa were continuing to observe the situation in front of them, though Lyretich wasn't exactly approving of the aggressive actions the man chose to display and if needed he would interfere, he might not like women in a romantic sense, but it did not mean he would stand aside in face of injustice or rude actions towards them. The kiss happened before he and Teresa arrived so he decided not to intervene, as it could be mutual, maybe the man was just aggressive in his display of affection and the woman had a kink like that. 

@Teresa Sinclair  @Noctis X'ail @Kyra Velkhomme @Krishna ● Notes here ● WC:349/TWC:2749

I can be your sugar when you're fiendin' for that sweet spot
Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot
Lilith Kadokawa

Her promise to the room that she would be indulging in one mojito quickly would turn into an understatement as she polished off her second glass. Ahh well, she had enough tolerance to alcohol that the second cocktail wouldn't be enough to affect her performance on stage. She had once taken one of her sociology exams drunk, still nailed a b-plus grade despite not being able to remember what the heck she even wrote. Glass empty, she would place it down, picking up the microphone once more she began to make her way back toward the stage.

Sauntering around the room, her emerald eyes would scan the faces of those who had attended the event. It was a great turn out, but that was no surprise - at least not to Lilith. She knew all to well the primitive need to satiate one's wish to lay themself against a warm body at night. And whilst her preferences were more carnal in nature, the sentiment of a romantic affiliation was all the same. It all followed the path of the same principle; intimacy.

There were a few faces that Lilith recognised, and quite a few she didn't. Some work colleagues it seemed had tagged along, a few others she had worked with from other guilds too. At one point she thought she spotted the gorgeous titan that was Dagda, the sight of him bringing back the most exquisite memories of the aftermath of the event they worked together. His presence only contributed to the fact that this room certainly had a lot of beautiful people,

The ravenette's expression turned into mild amusement when she saw one pair already kissing, Oh my, someone works fast! She thought, she didn't recognise either of the two involved. Although her nose did a twitch at the sight of the guy's ears, the thought of kissing anything with fur repulsed Lilith. It didn't matter how good looking one was, Lilith's stance remained unmoving. Animal people were fine to ...socialise with, like Gisen for example. But having an amorous relationship with one was just not something that the girl could wrap her head around.

It was because she was watching this situation unfold that she saw the reaction of the tanned man nearby, spotting the violent intention immediately. Lifting the microphone to her lips, she flicked the 'on' button and began by clearing her throat. "Why don't we all just calm down a little bit," She said, words directed at the group. She would stride toward them, her expression one of playful excitement. In truth, she actually loved the drama of it, and if she wasn't supposed to be playing the role of dutiful host, she would have happily let it play out. With a graceful step, she would slide herself in front of the tanned man, her eyes raking over him with her usual hungry prowess. "Now, now, no need to get so worked up handsome. Save that aggression for the bedroom," She told him with a wink, before turning her gaze around the room. "Some of you may not have picked up on this, so I'll gladly remind you. I am Lilith Kadokawa of the Rune Knights. And let me be candid; If you are not good boys and girls, then I will arrest you." She purred, her words laced with teasing, honestly, she would love to see any of them try. But she also wanted the event to be a success, and so had to do her duty as such.

She stepped a little closer to the tanned guy, running a hand over his muscular bicep. Moving her mouth away from the microphone for a moment. "Now why don't we find you a little snack to partner up with huh? Someone as yummy as you needs some positive attention." With that she turned away, her sultry voice booming from the speakers once more as she addressed the room. "Would anyone like to partner up with this tall glass of delicious?"

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I can be your sugar when you're fiendin' for that sweet spot
Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot
Lilith Kadokawa

The sound of a quiet female voice rang out, grabbing Lili's immediate attention. A girl stood there, petite little thing. She was small and pretty, Lilith acknowledging briefly that there was another set of furry ears in their little cluster of people. It was almost a shame to the woman, these fur folk were quite attractive, yet her innate bias would not allow her to look past their differences. Festered by the unpleasant nurterings of a bitchy socialite, it was just who she was. Not that this mattered much to Lilith right now. The small girl wasn't her partner so that was of no importance to the Rune Knight. "Perfect!" She chirped happily, taking the tall tanned man by the shoulder and gently steering him toward the girl. "You two stick close together, I'll tell you what the plan is shortly!"

With a friendly wave to the group, she would stroll away from the group. Lilith would happily trot towards the stage, her confidence reflects in her purposeful stride. An expression of smugness across her face over the manner at which she handled that situation. She was getting good at this how diffusion stuff huh?

The woman climbed onto the stage once again, lifting the microphone to her lips once more. She would wave at the crowd, the music quietening as she began to speak. "Alright, Let's get this ball rolling huh!" She called out into the crowd, "So the way this event is going to go is that we are going to play some games, consider them ice-breakers if you will. Some spicy activities to see if you guys have any chemistry! So what's going to happen is you'll need to partner up, don't dilly dally, just grab whoever's closest!" She told the group, eyes scanning the room as she did so. It was an interesting mish-mash of people, she couldn't help but wonder how the first game would pan out.

"Alright, once you're partnered up our lovely organisers are going to come round and hand you a lovely pink balloon to attach to yourself. Just the one, you kids are gonna have to share you see. But why a balloon Lilith? Well, this balloon will either be attached to your chest, your crotch or your booty. And you and your partner's job, during the next song, will be to pop it! Sounds easy right? You might think so, but you're wrong."

Her tone was filled with teasing as she continued, hintings of naughty intentions layered in her words "You see there are some rules. The first is you can't use your hands, you are only allowed to pop the balloon using your chest, your crotch or your bum. That's right, you guys are gonna have to get close and personal! The second rule is that you can't use magic because that's just no fun. And finally, these balloons are reinforced, which means they aren't going to pop easily. There’s going to need to be some rigorous friction to get these bad boys to pop, Oh! And did I mention that they will re-inflate every ten seconds?" She giggled, her emerald eyes would inspect the crowd, already seeking out a target.

"To lead by example, I'm going to demonstrate for those of you unsure how to begin. Then once the music picks up, we can get started. But first, I just need one volunteer to do so..." She would look around the room, trying to find a suitable person to select. Someone who hadn't paired up yet, eye-candy that she could enjoy the company of whilst doing so. It wasn't fair that the rest of them got to have all the fun after all!

After a moment, she would spot him, a latecomer and a familiar face. As gorgeous as ever with his head of white hair and twinkling teal hued irises exploring his surroundings. A face that brought back many succulent memories for the Rune Knight, causing a coquettish smirk to spread across her face. She would point at him, her palm turning to the finger the ceiling and her slender finger curling in with a 'come hiter' motion. "Aven, sweetie, could you join me on stage?"

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If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me
One day I'll know, if I go there's just no telling how far I'll go
Pimwadee Chakri

Pim would see Dagda's glancing around the room, following his gaze, not seeing what he was looking at. She would cock her head, "Are you looking for someone?" She asked, curious. It would be a shame to be left alone again, but she also didn't want to impose on Dagda if someone was waiting for him.

Her question, which she realised she had asked rather bluntly, would throw him it seemed. Pim wasn't sure what to make of the reaction, worry seeping it as she wondered if she had crossed some sort of line. In Lhukian, asking questions of such a nature was commonplace, there wasn't as much delicate dancing around certain subjects. Something she often forgot when talking to those from other cultures. As he answered, she would nod in understanding, choosing not to pry further. "Me too, I have never had a boyfriend!" She told him instead, offering up this little bit of conversation as an attempt to move away from his love-life to hers. Which was practically nonexistent aside from the dates her parents set up. Which usually only happened once, twice if they really pushed her. Still, despite the stream of dates that the girl was subjected to, not a single one of them would stick.

As he offered they grab a drink, she would nod keenly, moving alongside him she would head to the bar. "Um, I can drink. I don't like it much, I really don't like wine. I drank um... a er..." She tried to recall the name of the drink she had tried before, taking a pause before it flickered into her thoughts."Ahh! Yes, a peena colahdah! I liked that one!" She told him happily, looking around for one. She wasn't sure about having alcohol at this event, but if this was the norm for such things then she would do so. As long as she didn't have to have red, she hated red.

As they reached the buffet table, Pim would grab herself a small plate. Food was always something that excited her, the opportunity to try something new at such things causing the girl to brim with eagerness. She wouldn't take too much, just enough to sample a few things. Turning to Dagda once again, "Do you want some?" She asked, offering him her plate.

The sound of a voice booming across the room drew her attention, she would glance away from her guild master. Spotting the woman from earlier, she was telling them her name and telling them to be good or that she would arrest them. Pim nodded as though to confirm she understand the terms and would oblige by them, despite the fact that the woman wasn't addressing her personally. After finding someone for the man she was talking to, the black-haired woman would head to the stage. It seemed the first activity was starting and that they would need to partner up.

Immediately Pim would panic, glancing around with uncertain she would glance up at Dagda, who was, in fact, the closest person to her. Was this going to be okay? Should she look for someone else to partner with, she didn't want to be a burden. Before she could ask, however, one of the organisers would suddenly appear next to her. Grabbing the girl by the shoulders, the plate was snatched out of her hand and the woman would pull her toward Dagda, positioning her in front of the giant man. Flustered, Pim tried to speak, but her words were cut short because the organiser was already tying the balloon straps of her hoodie. Allowing the balloon enough slack so that it drooped over her chest, "Um... ah... I don't unde-" Before she could say more, the organiser would give her a hearty pat, using enough force that she would stumble forward toward Dagda, grabbing his arms to steady herself. Following which she would look up at Dagda with wide Bambi-eyed gaze, completely unsure of what to do next.

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I can be your sugar when you're fiendin' for that sweet spot
Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot
Lilith Kadokawa

Seeing Aven grin back at her, Lilith knew that she had put him on the spot. But from what she knew about Aven, he wouldn't say no. And as expected, he would disappear, reappearing next to her on stage. Seeing him up close, Lilith was reminded of what a tasty morsel Aven was. Flashbacks of their night together playing in her mind as her gaze flitted over his body - knowing full well what was underneath his casual attire.

"It's much appreciated," She told him, an organiser would scurry onto the stage, handing her a balloon. Taking the tied end between her fingers, she would fiddle with it for a moment, trying to decide how to demonstrate. There was an option she had in mind, what she would do if she had the choice. Because there were three choices of areas to use, and no one said they had to match. She could only imagine the look on Avens face if she tied it to his crotch and then used her chest to pop it. The suggestiveness of the action would be so enjoyable, but also highly inappropriate. She was the host after all, and so she would settle on a slightly less graphic demonstration.

Stepping over to Aven, she would begin attaching the balloon to his jeans, turning to look at the crowd as she did so. "So either you or your organiser will attach the balloon to one of the aforementioned places. Once it's attached, whoever the balloon isn't tied to will want to position whatever part of your body you choose against the balloon. Remember this can be chest, crotch or butt, the choice is yours and feel free to switch it up during the game!" She would step toward Aven, the balloon now pressing against her front, a little above her own crotch. "And then once you have assumed the position, then you'll need to start moving." She would reach forward, grabbing the belt he was wearing at either side of his hips. With a forceful tug, she would pull him toward her roughly. The balloon would smush against them, but the force of it wouldn't be enough to pop it.

"Wriggling, thrusting, gyrating! Whatever works for you and the goal is to pop the balloon as many times as you can before the music ends!" Turning her gaze to Aven, "So get ready guys, and as soon as the music starts you can begin!" She told them, turning off the mic, she would toss it to a nearby stagehand. Her challenging gaze on Aven the entire time, "Try not to lose your cool." She purred to him, hands sliding up his waist, and wrapping round him to allow her easier control of her own movements.

With that, the music would start and the games would begin...

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Percy made his final remarks, waved him goodbye and was beginning to make his escape from the crowd, and that was that. Seeing as their exchange had come to an end that was far more amiable than how it began, all seemed well, and Leon's first thought was to rejoin that kid from before—Lyre—but when he briefly scanned the crowd, he couldn't spot his petite figure. Should he have gone looking for him? If he was being honest, he kind of wanted to make his own escape right about now, too. He was able to get one reasonably good thing out of this, so that was enough, right?

Beginning to turn to make his own departure as well, his decision was abruptly interrupted with the enthusiastic and captivating voice of the host that Percy disliked so much, explaining the game the participants filling the venue were about to enjoy. Maybe she was an ex-girlfriend or something? There wasn't anything explicitly nightmarish about the host at face value, but it wasn't like he knew anything, either. Maybe the two simply just had a bad run-in or two. But that wasn't the point. The point was that as soon as both Leon and Percy had decided to part ways, they were reeled back over to that wall, this time with a balloon planted firmly on Percy's rear. It felt like a repeat of what had happened just moments before, except now the circumstances were twice as unnerving and uncomfortable. At first, Leon didn't say anything, standing there cross-armed with a look of disbelief on his scary face. When he looked around, it wasn't like their situation was any different from the others, and some had immediately got to "popping" like a bunch of horny rabbits. His eyes slowly rolled back to... Percy.

Completely void of the confidence and mild spunk from before, Percy was left as a bumbling, fumbling, pink-eared mess. Leon squinted at him, his already sharp gaze looking like more of glare as he realized that this man had made a complete change in atmosphere in just a few short moments. It wasn't disappointing or upsetting, just... sort of funny. When Leon realized the hilarity of his reaction, he instantly held his hand over his mouth to hide his small smile. 'What the hell's wrong with you?' is what he wanted to say amidst peals of laughter, and he could feel it on the tip of his tongue, but he relented. He felt like he was just a victim of false advertising! It was just so stupidly shocking that it ended up piquing Leon's interest even more than before, whether he realized it or not.

"No, we don't have to do it if you don't want to," Leon moved his hand away from his mouth after he forced his smile to subside after regaining composure, and his resting bitchface returned. He leaned down with his soot-black hair dangling over his forehead, looking at his two-toned acquaintance. "But I do, and I think I could do it pretty quickly too," he chimed. Straightforward as always, Leon didn't sugarcoat his thoughts. He wasn't trying to tease or torment Percy, but what was one balloon, right? He wanted to try his luck. He'd leave after this, for sure.

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Wren was surprised that the other person paid her attention, and grinned to her. “Sure!” She hopped up on the counter and instantly pulled out her drivers license she had proctored to be able to show the bartender she was an adult. “I’d like to get myself a strawberry daiquiri please?” She sighs as she leans on the counter. She then looks over to the person and noticed the name tag said ‘Aya’ on it. She turned and held a hand out. “I’m Wren Hayden. I work part time at Nelson’s Apothecary here in Crocus. And I also work as a Rune Knight.” She couldn’t help but say. Was this how one should go? She looked down to the others outfit and then back up to her face. Should she compliment the other? She felt she should. Would it be awkward if she did now? She really hoped not.

Clearing her throat, she pointed a finger gun at her. “You look cute.” She felt her smile go to an awkward grimace as she hung her head. “Sorry, I’m not one for fashion or looks… I probably flubbed that big time…” She groans just as her daiquiri was placed in front of her. She picked it up with a thanks to the bartender, and sipped on it a little, enjoying the strawberry taste it had. She looked over as she noticed people kissing, then slowly turned her head away to sip her drink. Did she have to kiss someone by the end of this? She hoped not… Then Lilith was on stage again and wanting to start a game…?

As the game was demonstrated, Wren blushed a little. “Whaa…?” An organizer came over to hand either of the two girls a balloon to tape onto their clothes. Wren was seeming almost frozen in place. Did she have to do this? It seemed nearly everyone here was doing it though. She was pulled back a bit by the organiser and felt the top of her shit being stuck with something before he pulled both Wren and Aya away from the bar for a bit of distance. “Wait… we’re doing this?” She questions as she looks to Aya. She honestly didn’t care too much, but would this stranger? She nervously looked up as the music came on, and takes a deep breath. “You don’t mind, do you?” She questions nervously.

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Anything that came out of Percy's mouth at this point brought Leon closer to the edge of cracking an unplanned smile, or losing all sort of composure he had and laughing. What the heck was that awful stutter just now? It was like a computer slowly shutting off and rebooting, but even when he managed to speak again, he still couldn't complete a thought without fumbling over his words. Despite that, he eventually worked up the courage (or gave in to the pressure?) to plant his hands on the wall for support with the balloon on his rear exposed and ready for the popping.

For some reason, everything beforehand wasn't enough for Leon to interpret anything beyond face value, but seeing Percy in the position he was, it was like something quietly and violently clicked. He didn't really care about how people saw them, seeing as everyone else was basically doing the same thing, but the moment he realized what he actually had to do in order to pop the balloon the way he wanted it, there is a moment in which you could pinpoint the shyness that came over him. But it was brief because frankly, his desire to see how quickly he could pop this balloon overcame any sort of embarrassment he was feeling right now. The only change in his expression was a softer, more hesitant look in his marigold eyes.

"Right. Gentle..." Leon repeated to himself, stepping forward and carefully placing his hands on Percy's waist. He shouldn't have been surprised, but his body was firm and sturdy, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel some sort of captivating satisfaction from touching it. He worked out a lot, didn't he? He would've had to do that in order to maintain this build, after all. There was a pause in between Leon's words and getting a gentle and firm grip on Percy's waist as he thought about this. It was probably not something he should've been thinking about right now, seeing as it was completely irrelevant, but he couldn't help it—he was a little envious, but that didn't keep him idle for long. Surely enough, Leon began to pull Percy's waist so that he was practically right against his hips, the only thing separating their bodies was the elastic balloon in between them. He looked down, deciding where he was going to try to put his weight, and once he was able to do that, he pulled away.

This... Leon thrust his hips against the exact point of the balloon where he wanted, ...should do it...? he thought to himself, his inner-voice trailing off as he realized that his hips were pushed back with the resilient force of the still-filled balloon. He looked confused—everything was perfect after all, but maybe he didn't go fast enough? Maybe he needed to do it harder? The moment he realized his first failure, Leon drowned in his determination to try again. His grip on Percy's waist was still firm, and again, he'd pulled their bodies together in a calculated rhythm of thrusting, each push a little harder or a little faster than the last. Their bodies rocked together in that bumping tempo, Leon completely focused on finding that sweet spot in between how fast and how hard he should be going.

"Is this too fast? Too hard?" Leon stared at the balloon lodged between his hips and Percy's waist, eyes rising to look at the back of Percy's head as he spoke in between thrusts, "You're probably really sensitive, right? Sorry, I just... mmph!" he asked in a quiet, husky tone, breaking off from his question to give the next thrust a little -umph. He was multitasking, after all, and yet he knew that Percy was still... well, at least tender from that incident with his guild. How rough was rough?

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i never told a lie, and that makes me a liar.

The amount of crowd around Lyre had quickly increased, which made the whole situation more fun, the kissing event was stopped by the organizer - Lilith, which he had seen previously in some issue of the magazine, a scary lady indeed. Then unexpectedly, it seems that a dark-skinned male joined the group, as a possible threat to the feline, sparks started to fly, well luckily again the organizer had stopped it. And by the looks of it, the man was - Krishna, a guildmate of Lyretich. He remembered the voice and the dark skin from their first meeting at their guilds headquarters. After the event Lyre went on jobs and so did other members, so he didn't get much chance to interact with them personally. And a few more people joined the now expanding group.

Lyre was happy to see that Teresa, had returned after gobbling down her drinks. I see you, lady... the small trick that Teresa used against Krishna was so obvious, as it came from her and well for a while Lyre was focusing on the mischievous woman. He decided to speak up to introduce himself to the group "I am Lyretich, anyone who isn't interested in the love part of this event? I just want to have fun, we could pair up for this event then - balloon popping one" his eyes landed on each and every member of the group, as he awaited an answer of some sort.  

@Teresa Sinclair @Kyra Velkhomme @Krishna @Hanako @Jariel ● Notes here ● WC:240/TWC:2989