Trina Kassia
The Not-Sad Cat Dance
It was getting to be that particular time of the year again-- the end of the year, where everything from the past would be washed away and a new year would be run in. Such things usually came with lavish celebrations, big parties, plenty of people to celebrate with-- and this time was no exception. All across Fiore, things were popping off in style no matter where you looked. It meant that it was a good time. Fireworks, whilst loud and scary, meant parties and happiness and having a great time with some good music. It put the catgirl in a good mood, and that meant just one thing:
For once, Trina wasn't ready to tear someone random's eyeballs out with her bare claws!
This had been some time in the making, if nothing else. Trina fully planned to drag Ray out to a party, get absolutely wasted, and then see what happened afterwards. It was going to be an insane time, but the reality of the situation was that they were stuck her,e in a place that was not their home, so they might as well enjoy every second of it. While Ray was very mucha homebody now that he'd retired from adventuring on the whole, Trina was still young, adventurous and carefree-- mostly-- and wanted to go and do something a little bit different for the evening that was ahead of them.
So, three things had happened in order to facilitate this particular choice: number one, Trina had elected for them to go somewhere far, far outside their normal comfort zone. While they were now used to travelling a little from their little cabin home, and the fact that they were now hanging around Lavanitir way more than they would have previously thanks to their brand new allegiances, it was still a fact that they needed to wander far outside their usual comfort zone in order to make something of themselves. Therefore, the decision had been made--- by Trina, unilaterally-- to go somewhere totally different. Enter Hosenka, where the place was built with architecture that was... well, it was meant to be like Bosco a little or whatever, but there was a hint of home in it too. Good enough. Enough to make Trina like it. It seemed like an upscale place and that meant parties and drinks.
Number two: making Ray come along whether he wanted to or not. This was for several reasons: firstly, under normal circumstances, Trina would be the one to be pushed out of her comfort zone, particularly when it came to combat. He was the one teaching her and ensuring that she, well, survived at this point. Before they'd met, she hadn't been able to swing a stick effectively, let alone a comically gigantic axe and spear. Therefore, in her eyes, she owed it to him to make sure he was happy and hale and having a good time with his life. She absolutely owed him the world, and had quietly promised to herself that she would dedicate herself to that task. Now, one might argue that dragging him out partly against his will to a club and getting him drunk was not the best choice if he didn't want to, but she planned on keeping him distracted and moving at all times just enough to wear him out for a good night's sleep later on. And probably cook him breakfast. Food was also a good bribe to wake up after many drinks.
Finally, number three: Trina had elected to very specifically go somewhere sort of loud, sort of busy, but not too much of either of those things. This way, if they needed quiet time, or they needed to not be around people, they could do so, and if he wasn't feeling it, he wasn't feeling it and Trina would make sure he was still happy anyways! It was a perfect plan. Or so she thought, anyways, which meant that she was going to go right ahead and do it. The promise of a party, a nap and a fun time really did bring it all together for Trina, which meant that, evidently, she was going to be there.
So being the case, Trina brought Ray through the streets of Hosenka. Here, things were lit with bright neon, with music flowing from so many different windows and buildings that the incomprehensible bass beats reverberating through the air began to meld together into one cacophonous symphony. It was an odd feeling, pulling the Joyan refugee's attention every which way, but nonetheless she showed uncharacteristic focus to get them to their eventual destination. Tonight was a little overcast, which meant that it wasn't exactly a stellar occasion for firework observing - which meant that on the flipside it was a perfect excuse to be inside dancing and having a good time. This place in particular fit the bill - it had some very clear flashing neon signs, oscillating between pink, yellow and blue; strobe lights and other such things on the inside, and the obvious hints of music and chatter drifting from within the doorway.
"Welcome to Nines!" Trina announced joyously to her companion, which drew the attention of the bouncer at the door. Certainly a catgirl dressed in some form of coquettish pastel purple dress was a different kind of sight for the man, who stood there in his suit, arms folded, trying not to react to her obviously childish behaviour - and Trina already had a firm grip on Ray's arm enough to suggest she was ready to drag him in. However, she was going to give him one final chance to say no.
"But y'gotta tell me if you still wanna do this. I'm not gonna make you if you don't wanna."
Her orange eyes looked over to him, engaging the bunny man, wondering if he was going to go through with this at the eleventh hour or not. She hoped so. If he said no, she understood - but she really, really wanted to show him a good time, and a good way to end what had been an otherwise horrific year.
MEL @ WW