Wrong place at the wrong time?

“No, I wasnt the driver or the one who made him go. But I was still the one who was supposed to protect him,” she mumbled as she lifted her head to take a sip of her beer. Somehow the comfort was nice but it couldnt remove the guilt or shame she felt whenever she thought about it. Just remembering the last time she saw him could make her stomach twist and turn. But it was just hard, and what was even harder was that her parents had blamed themselves and not even said a word to her about it all. “You should maybe practice what you preach,” she managed to chuckle as he had, shaking her head as she looked up the ceiling for a bit.
But then it seemed to get a bit more serious as he spoke of her bettering herself. She frowned a little in confusion at his words, pushing herself up to sit. “If my life hadnt been laid out for me for the 1639th time again, I wouldnt have known what to do either. You’re a daemon in 2020 where you cant kill any seraph you meet anymore. Of course you feel a little lost,” she said with a shrug. That was about the knowledge she had on daemons. “But it’s okay to feel lost. Which is cheap coming from me. But I just think that people like you who has a million directions to go with endless sideroads and bumps and full stops... It gets confusing,” she pondered before she took a long swig of the wine, pulling a face at the sour afterburn. “I dont know. What did you want to be as a kid, for example?” She asked, emptying the last bit of her beer. She could feel the oncoming buzz that would hit her like a brickwall.

She tilted her head as he explained. Somehow she found it hard to believe that he wouldnt have at least one thing that he wanted more than anything. But maybe he wasnt ready to open up that box of emotions. She took a sip from the wine, feeling the nice tingly feeling in her brain. This stuff was working the way it was supposed to. She couldnt help but chuckle at his family’s wishes, mostly because of the mention of world domination, “Cute,” she mumbled as she ran her finger on the tip of the winebottle. “I’m sure you could be a good whatever you want to be good at. I dont believe this; I’m a good for nothing bullshit,” she said with a soft smile on her lips. She however didnt want to argue, passing the wine over to him. She chuckled with him at his comment about not being sterile, frowning a little through her laughter, “Got a few bastards to prove that?” She teased, grabbing her second beer to open and chug. “If I could just spread my seed and not give a shit what would spring from it, I would. At least I know my parents would take good care of them,” she said before she fiddled a little with the can. She didnt see any kids in her future, the thought actually repulsed her quite a bit. She placed the can on her forehead before she began to balance it, smiling a little to herself. She might have done this a little too often as her best party trick.

“Gods no!” She quickly replied to his joke shaking her head before she calmed down to start balancing the can on her forehead. She heard the bottle roll and snatched her beer from her forehead before it could fall off on it’s own. His words made her chuckle, lifting the can to her lips before she drank some more. “Have we resorted to flirting now?” She chuckled before she shook her head. “You’re barking up the wrong tree,” she mumbled as she placed the can on her lips again, emptying it in a long chug. 
His words about his sister made her inhale the beer, spitting some out as she coughed and harked. “I’m what?” She asked a little choked up, but it made her incredibly happy to hear. When he admitted that he could go for her too, she had gotten control of herself again and stopped coughing. She chuckled and ran a hand through the messy hair of hers, “I’ve never really liked guys,” she admitted, looking at her can before she shrugged. “Or I guess I just like women more. I’ve just never had a crush on a man,” - “Maybe an exception, there was this one famous guy with the pretty face and the curls... But I think I was just confused as to if he was a woman or a man underneath it all,” she explained, frowning a little at her own words.

“Ohhhh. Well no kids to search for a deadbeat dad anytime soon then,” she chuckled as she coughed, the buzz making it seem funnier than it was. She wasnt the kind to make fun of kids with missing parents, but she was letting loose for once. “Do you remember his name? I cant even recall. It’s thst chick flick guy that every girl loves, but none of them knows that he does music on the side,” she explained before she scratched the side of her neck. No name came to mind, so it clearly wasnt that important.
Getting through all the alcohol had been a task on it’s own, but getting to know Jasper more and more was what made it worth it. She had told some stories of her own, the worst one being that one time she managed to repulse everyone on girl camp when she had skinned her own fish and thought it would be funny to place a long strip of skin over her upperlip as a moustache. “I’m not jhust weird,” she said in playful drunken denial, snatching the bottle as he passed it. “I’m alsooo... vhery funny!” She giggled as he kicked the empty cans, not knowing it would alert someone, she snickered. She hugged the wine bottle as the door suddenly went up, looking up at Raziela before she decided it was better to start sobering up. “Hey cutie. Want a taste?” She asked, raising the bottle towards the empusa.

Having Raziela just call her fenix made her wrinkle her nose. “Will you call my by my name if I give it to you?,” she asked with a sigh, but it wasnt that she was blaming her for calling her a fenix. She got up and tried her best not to stumble as she made her way to the door. Jasper’s song made her chuckle as she shook her head and shushed at him. The hallway felt as if it was spinning but Dahria was walking surely on her feet. She looked around in the new room before Raziela made her orders. “Or what?” She asked quite defiant, turning to the empusa with a playful smile.

She knew she was pressing buttons with her defiance, but she didnt want to be a loyal dog who would wag her tail on command. “You’re not in the mood for anything I do,” she argued, walking over to the bed before she pressed her palms onto the duvet to feel how soft she would be lying there. She looked to the empusa as she leaned against the wall, sitting down on the bed as she stretched with a yawn. “For the adventure,” she answered as she pulled her shirt over her head to throw on the floor, only wearing a thin tanktop underneath. She laid down, looking up at the ceiling. “Even if it’ll kill me,” she mumbled, glancing at Raziela. “You look like you need sleep more than I do,” she remarked, lifting herself up on her elbows. “Did I steal your bed?” She then asked, looking around before looking back at Raziela.

A frown appeared on her face as Raziela seemed to open up somewhat. She tilted her head to the side and listened. “That sounds like a mouthful,” she said when she finished, laying back down. “Sit down. I’m getting nauseous just by looking at you stand there,” she said, gesturing to the other side of the bed. “I promise I wont bite. But I’d like not to stain your linen with wine and beer,” she mumbled, placing a hand on her stomach. Maybe drinking on an empty stomach hadnt been the best call.

She watched her as she made her way to the bed, chuckling at her quite obvious revelation  in regards to her understanding of her. “Are you telling me that it doesnt excite you just a little bit?” She teased her. She kept her eyes on the ceiling and did her best to not keep her eyes closed at the room felt like it was spinning around itself. “I think he just needed someone to listen, even if it wasnt true,” she said, turning her head to look at the empusa. There was something about her, that couldnt keep Dahria’s mouth shut, “You’re very pretty, even if I’m drunk outta my mind,” she said in a hushed tone, as if she was disclosing some secret, she rolled onto her side. “Please be here when I wake up,” she mumbled tiredly, closing her eyes.

She was fast asleep like a rock with her hair in a total mess by the time she woke up. She turned her head away from the light of the outside, groaning quietly as she turned her head to look at the woman next to her. A soft smile spread on her lips as she carefully reached over and moved some hair from her face. She really was just like a sleeping beauty. Dahria pushed herself up to get a better look. Surpringly she didnt feel hungover, except a little roughed up.

She felt in a trance as she looked at the sleeping beauty, smiling softly to herself. She couldnt help but feel the need to reach out and touch the beautiful dark strands. Even the way she seemed to wake up was just adorable. “Enjoying the view,” she answered in a sweet tone, chuckling at her mumble. “I’m not good at greetings.” She said before she rolled out of bed and got on her feet. “But I’m not going to stink you with all this booze sweat stuck in my skin,” she said as she gripped her arm like she could squeeze the smell out, “Bathroom?” She asked, looking around. She was awfully cheery, which she thought would annoy Raziela more than rub off on her.

She could admit that she had her own want to just throw herself at the empusa, but as wild and rowdy as she seemed, she liked not to look a mess when she wanted to impress someone. “Thank you~” she sweetly replied to the directions before she went out in the hall. She found the bathroom and closed the door behind her as she looked around. “Niceeee,” she mumbled under her breath as she turned around just to turn again, looking it all up and down. She pulled out of her clothes and threw them on the toilet before she went in the shower.
She didnt take long, scrubbing herself with shampoo to be sure that she would smell nothing like yesterday’s fun. She whistled a melody to herself as she soaped in her long hair, frowning as she felt the knots in the long strands. She hated that this was what would happen when she didnt sleep with her hair in a bun.

She was still washing soap out of the thick long hair as she heard the knocks. She didnt really bother to cover up, she wasnt that shy. She rubbed leftover soap out of her eyes and smiled when she saw the empusa by the mirror. “Just wanted a peak at the goods, huh?” She chuckled, running her fingers through her long hair to try and untangle the mess. “I think you look quite nice this way, even if it’s not presentable in your book. I have a feeling you like everything to be in perfect order,” she said, sticking her head out to look at her a little closer. A soft smile spread on her lips but her eyes were sly. “Why dont you join me?” She asked with a sparkle in her eye.

She would have thought her suggestion would have been met by another sour remark, but then the empusa complied. Dahria was pretty speechless as he watched her undress, trying not to stare too much at her body, though she liked what she was seeing. Her question threw her out of her trance and she stepped aside as she held her breath. “Oh boy,” she mumbled a bit surprised but she also smiled a little bit. “You’ve got some balls, I’ll give you that,” she said as she passed the soap, trying not to sound too entangled with adoration.