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[mydarkside]

Who: compulsivetwin, blainewanderson, anyone else we want to invite
What: So, Sierra tells Hunter about a Warbler tradition: Prohibition Party. It's an underground party where the Warblers drink and do naughty things. Of course Hunter has to throw one.
Where: The warehouse that the Warblers sang "Animal" at during Sexy.Invitations were handwritten on black paper in red font

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[compulsivetwin]

It had been Trent that delivered her and Blaine's invitations -- he had met them at the Lima Bean one afternoon and passed them over with all the dramatic flair of a 1940s Film Noir movie. But then, that was part of the fun, wasn't it? The pageantry of it all? For this just wasn't any party. This was the party to end all parties, an institution in its own right.

And the warehouse was the perfect spot for it. A large, open space that could easily be turned into anything they wanted. The last time she had been in this room, the boys had tried to recreate a foam party. Tonight's venture was working out a bit better. Stepping through the door was like stepping back in time. Hunter had outdone himself...in every way possible.

With a smile to guys at the door and a slip of the password, she stepped into the warehouse and grabbed a drink from the table by the door. Taking a long sip of the red colored liquid (obviously made from something and vodka), she made her way further into the room, her black and silver flapper dress occasionally catching the light as her heels clicked lightly on the cement floor.

[mydarkside]

He noticed her right away. Bright eyes widened as he followed her movements through the darkened room. She was hard to miss in that dress. Immediately, he felt the stirrings inside of him. Biting his bottom lip, he moved over to the bar and ordered a drink, trying to remain calm. He was Hunter Clarington. He did not let a woman get to him.

And yet she was.

Approaching her from behind, one hand snaked out and he brushed it against her shoulder. Leaning in, he whispered into her ear. "You look quite beautiful tonight, my lady. I hope you will save me a dance?" His lips might have brushed against hers as he spoke.

[compulsivetwin]

And there is was again, the quickening of her heart that seemed to come whenever Hunter was too near. And with his lips that close to hers, it seemed even more prominent than ever. She tried to tell herself that it was just because he was clearly invading her personal space. Or because she was wondering where he kept the tank of sharks he dangled James Bond over.

But one look over her shoulder at those eyes and she knew it was neither.

"I think I can arrange that."

[mydarkside]

He smiled warmly, reaching out to take her hand in his. Gentle lips brushed against her knuckles. It felt good, caressing her like this. Mostly, he wondered if she had a boyfriend. And if she did, would he kick her ass. He sighed, reluctantly pulling his hand away, staring into her eyes.

"You look beautiful." He was not shy in the way he looked her up and down. "So, what do you think? Not bad for a few days notice. Thank you, by the way. None of this would have happened if not for you."

[compulsivetwin]

Lucky for Hunter, she was single. Though she and Wes had flirted from time to time, the two had never gotten serious. Wes had gone off to college before anything could happen and well...there hadn't been anyone else she'd been attracted to.

Until now.

"T...thank you. You look pretty fantastic yourself." She was well aware of the way Hunter was looking her over. And though she had been on stage many a time, wearing even less than she was now, she had never felt so stared at. It was both unnerving and exhilarating. "I think it's amazing. This may very well be the best one yet."

[mydarkside]

"Well, I try. It's the least I can do." He grinned and stepped forward, brushing his knuckles against her cheek. "You've grown up very well, Sierra. You're a beautiful lady. I might have to beat the others off with a stick."

He turned, seeing Blaine come into the room. "Ah, you got him to come out. Perfect." He turned, looking for Sebastian. "And, of course, Bas is already ogling him from afar." Rolling his eyes, he turned back to Sierra. "As long as you like it, then I can feel my job is done. I especially love the comfy furniture in the dark corners."

[compulsivetwin]

"I think you might be exaggerating my beauty just a lot, but as flattery will get you everywhere...I'll allow it." It was strange having someone pay her the kind of attention Hunter was paying her. Strange, but nice. Very nice. When he touched her cheek, she leaned into it, smiling softly.

Turning her attention to where Blaine entered, she nodded. "I did. He can't resist the Prohibition Party. Or the chance to dress up. Though I swear to god, if Sebastian makes even so much as an inappropriate comment towards him, he will lose a few fingers." She was joking...maybe...the most she'd do is probably punch him in the face.

"I love it. I really do." At the mention of dark corners, she returns her attention to Hunter. "Is this where you offer to show me one?"

[mydarkside]

"And I think that you need to do a little more looking at yourself in the mirror." He shook his head, slowly pulling his hand away. "I'm glad, m'lady." Sipping a glass of the red vodka punch, he watched her with a soft smile. It was sad, how she didn't see her beauty. He'd have to change that.

His gaze flicked to Sebastian and his smile started to fade. "If he says one word about Blaine, you won't have to punch him. I'll beat you to it," he growled. It was brief, the flit of anger before it disappeared. Forcing a smile, he turned back to her. "He'd been good lately. Bordering on annoying and boring. I don't think we'll have any trouble from him."

A glint of mischief appeared in his eyes. "My lady... Would you like me to," he purred.

[compulsivetwin]

Sierra wouldn't say it was a matter of not knowing she was beautiful...one always practiced ballet in front of a mirror, after all. She didn't feel she was grotesque or fat or any of those other things so common to teenage girls. She knew she made a pretty picture, her ballet teachers had told her so. And so had her mother...every time she hinted how lucky some guy would eventually be. Because after all, the greatest possible outcome was a good marriage, right? A guy who would support her and Sunday brunch at the club? Oh how she LOATHED her mother's ideals.

But she digresses. It wasn't that she thought herself unattractive. She just wasn't used to being desired. It was new territory for her and so she was stepping cautiously.

Though it won Hunter major points for offering to hit Sebastian. Anyone willing to mar the meerkat's face was okay in her book.

"Well..." She gave a little smirk in return. "I would be remiss if I did not inspect everything...would I not?"

[mydarkside]

"Of course. We need to make sure that the furniture is safe. Comfortable?" He laughed and stepped closer, leaning down to kiss her cheek. There was a dark, mischievous look in his eyes.That little smirk on her face was appealing. Something he knew he would love to see more often.

Leaning down, he offered his arm to her. A good gentleman always escorted the woman. Taking another sip of his punch, he motioned around the room with his free arm. "I'll even let you pick which one you'd like to investigate, my lady."

[compulsivetwin]

Keep this up and he would definitely be seeing more of it. There was something about Hunter that made her want to misbehave. Like with the punch. With her meds, drinking wasn't really advised...but tonight she couldn't care less.

"Hmmmm..." She surveyed the room, looking about until a love seat tucked in the back caught her eye. Just big enough for the two of them to be alone. "That one."

[mydarkside]

"Well then, my lady." Hunter smiled and took her hand, escorting her to the love seat that she pointed out. It was in one of the dark corners of the room. Perfect for secret rendezvous and other devious deeds. He knew he was no angel. He never would be. It was who he was and he'd never change.

Sitting down in the loveseat, he downed the rest of his punch and placed the cup on the floor. "I don't know, can you sit here in such a dress like you're wearing? It looks very tight," he murmured. One hand reached up, running through his hair as he looked at her. Yes, he was staring. "It's nice and soft."

[compulsivetwin]

"I believe that's why the girls in the twenties used to roll their skirts." She began to sit, sliding her skirt up a bit to make it easier and flashing even more leg. Crossing one leg over the other, she sat so that she was sitting towards Hunter, enjoying the feeling of his fingers in her hair.

"So's yours..." She reached her own hand up and ran her fingers through his. Which just happened to bring them just that much closer.

[mydarkside]

One hand lifted and he moved it to her hip. Yes, his eyes looked down at her thigh and he stared. She was beautiful and sitting on top of him. There was nothing better.

"Thank you for giving me the idea to do this," he murmured.

[compulsivetwin]

Her eyes followed his and she blushed a bit. It wouldn't take much more for him to be able to take in ALL of her.

"You're welcome. Though I'd be lying if I said my motives weren't at least a bit selfish. The Prohibition Party is my favorite of the year."

[mydarkside]

Gentle hands ghosted up her body to her arms. "My intentions weren't exactly honorable either. I wanted to get you and Blaine here." He smiled warmly at her. "It's all part of my master plan to bring you back to Dalton."

His voice lowered, getting a husky tone to it. "Having beautiful women dress up in scantily clad dresses? I'll have this party every year if you let me." He bit his lip, staring up into her eyes. "Enjoying the punch?"