Wendy the Werewolf Stalker Alcove A4, Thursday Night

[anarchist_queen]

Leda was feeling antsy. Energetic, up for some good times, and antsy. The Peca helped but wasn't neccesary. She took a swig and then started tapping her foot in time with the drums. Another swig, and the guitar riff began, and she jumped off her bed to her feet.

Whats the time?
Well it's gotta be close to midnight
My body's talking to me
It say,'Time for danger'

It says 'I wanna commit a crime
Wanna be the cause of a fight
Wanna put on a tight skirt and flirt
With a stranger'

I've had a knack from way back
At breaking the rules once I learn the
Game
Get-up life's too quick

I know someplace sick
Where this chick'll dance it the flames
We don't need any money
I always get in for free
You can get in too
If you get in with me

Let's go out tonight
I have to go out tonight
You wanna play?
Let's run away
We wont be back
Before it's Christmas Day
Take me out tonight (meow)

When I get a wink from the doorman
Do you know how lucky you'll be?
That your on line with the feline of
Avenue B

Let's go out tonight
I have to go out tonight
You wanna prowl
Be my night owl?
Well take my hand we're gonna howl
Out tonight

In the evening I've got to roam
Can't sleep in the city of neon and chrome
Feels to damn much like home
When the spanish babies cry

So let's find a bar
So dark we forget who we are
And all the scars from the
Nevers and maybes die

Let's go out tonight
Have to go out tonight
You're sweet
Wanna hit the street?
Wanna wail at the moon like a cat in
Heat?
Just take me out tonight

Please take me out tonight
Don't forsake me - out tonight
I'll let you make me - out tonight
Tonight - tonight - tonight!

By the time the song was done Leda had gone from her own alcove to Karla's.

[Primarily for Karla. But feel free to react.]

Comments

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"You're just lucky I can only use my magic for serious stuff."

[glacial_queen]

"That's not luck, darling-girl. Just Craft," Karla said, trying not to laugh. She sounded like any number of the aristo bitches in her uncle's Court. She'd be disturbed if she wasn't so busy mocking them.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Actually she was kind of right. The reason she couldn't use magic except for serious matters was due to a geas placed on her by her foster parents.

"So..." she said with a wicket grin. "What else can you do with those hands?"

[glacial_queen]

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Karla responded with her own naughty grin. "I can't affect much. Nothing physical really. Purely for sensation only."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Hey there's nothing wrong with sensation." He emphasized this by stroking Karla's cheek with her unshielded hand.

[glacial_queen]

"Oh, right!" Karla said, feeling guilty she hadn't remembered sooner. "Here." She removed the shield from Leda's other hand. "Sorry about that."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"S'right." she said. Now that two hands were free, she stroked the fingers of her other hand along Karla's ear.

[glacial_queen]

Karla settled for running her fingers through Leda's hair, brushing it out. "Your hair is very pretty," she said quietly. "I think I'm jealous."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda giggled. "Thanks, but yours is nice too." She closed her eyes, smiling at the feel of Karla's fingers in her hair.

[glacial_queen]

Karla called in a brush and started brushing Leda's hair. "You mind if I braid it?"

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

She was a little surprised, but agreed. She'd never had her hair braided before. "Um, sure. That sounds nice."

Never actually decided how long her hair was. We'll just assume it's long enough for braiding. Also that they've moved into a position appropriate for brushing and braiding of hair.

[glacial_queen]

Karla smiled. "It feels nice to have someone else brush your hair for awhile," she said. "My mother used to brush mine. And Jaenelle would, too. She always had these fat sausage curls that looked ridiculous."

Sorry, BDE eaten my brain like a cookie!

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda hadn't had anyone else brush her hair since she was...she couldn't remember. At some point her foster mother had she was sure. Wiseguy had combed her hair once and awhile, but when you're living on the streets that bit of grooming wasn't your top priority. Since she'd gone home she'd been taking care of it herself.

This did fee nice. "I'd think curly hair would be hard to deal with." she said.