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[magick_willow]

*The time: Three am. The place: Rome. It is dark and near silent on the narrow winding streets in the small commercial district. The gibbous moon shines on white walls and rolled awnings. Only cats and dogs and pigeons are out this late, roaming through the streets in search of leftover bits of bread and meat from the day's activities. Everything

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[3rdtimelucky]

That cackle belongs to a golden-haired woman. She is weaving unsteadily down a narrow back street with her arm slung loosely over the shoulders of a younger-looking redhead. The raucous mirth continues for a few zigzags, and then dwindles into a slurry commentary.

"Oh fuck, Wills. I am soooo fuckin' wasted."

[magick_willow]

*She giggles*

That's okay. That's what we expect when we drink a whole lot of alcohol.

[3rdtimelucky]

"I can't believe they threw me outta tha' last club," she protests randomly. "I wasn't doing anything wrong!"

[magick_willow]

*Willow stops abruptly*

You were...you were...In public, they consider what you were doing...on that couch...to be...not public-like.

[3rdtimelucky]

"I was dancing!" she exclaims. "Sexy sofa dancing. I can't help if the guy thought I was tryin' to go reverse cowgirl on 'im, and dropped trou. Or if th' bouncers thought we were actually doin' it."

"My pants were still on!" she screams, unnecessarily.

[magick_willow]

Shhh...Shhh...I never said you were doing anything wrong. I just said that public type people could make un-good inf'rences. And that's bad.

[3rdtimelucky]

"I'm a bad girl! Public-type people should suck it up," she grouses.

"And you know what?" she goes on, lashing out with her foot at an innocent trash can. "That place was crap! Loci Atlantica is so off the list for the bachelorette thing. Locan- Locanda Atlantis... whatever."

[magick_willow]

We never have to go there again. Never, ever, ever. We'll strike it from the record.

*She gestures grandly and staggers a little, narrowly missing a bum getting off of a curb*

[3rdtimelucky]

"Yes! Consider it stricken!" Goldy shouts enthusiastically. "You totally can dance, Wills, you know? You were hot shit out there. I could barely keep up."

"S'why I had to go sit down."

[magick_willow]

'm not that good...Just, y'know, having a gooood time.

*She looks around*

Are we going home now?

[3rdtimelucky]

"So it's your fault that we got chucked out," she continues, obliviously squinting up at the moon. The remark is not pointed or accusatory; it's very matter-of-fact.

Her brow furrows as she belatedly processes the question, and her pace slows from a meandering snail's to something even more sluggish and aimless, if that is even possible. "No. I'm hungry. I wan' something greasy. And spicy. And sugary. And more wine."

[magick_willow]

Wine. Wine. All the wine in all the land!

*She spins around and comes face to face with the bum from the curb two blocks ago*

Hi.

*He grins at her and bears a set of pointy fangs. "Buono noche"*

[3rdtimelucky]

Goldy continues chanting merrily. Louder than Willow. Obnoxiously so.

"Wine! Wine! All the w—"

She drowns out the bum's greeting to herself, but quickly notices the lack of accompaniment.

"C'mon Wills, sing it!" she complains, turning on her heel in a most ungainly manner.

"Oh..."

She's a bit dizzy from the fast turn. It takes her a second or two to focus on the stranger. And she doesn't manage to attain a very good focus even then.

"Well, hello there, handsome," she drawls.

[magick_willow]

*He grins even more at Goldy. "Buono noche, lovely lady." He takes a few steps toward her before Willow gets her mind together and get in front of him*

Back the hell off.

[3rdtimelucky]

Goldy holds her ground. She wrinkles her nose and squints harder.

"Is that what I think it is?"

[magick_willow]

If you think it's an evil soulless creature of the night bent on sucking our blood and making us join it's undead dominion, then yes. Otherwise, no.