Laissez les bons temps rouler!

[angel_dylan]

The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again

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[asher_talos]

The necklace he'd found was probably the tackiest piece of jewelry he'd ever seen, but Asher put it on anyway. Gold boobs were one thing, but gold boobs that lit up were another. The thing was just so fucking terrible that it was great.

Asher would be perfectly content to go the day without anyone actually showing him their tits, though. Those Girls Gone Wild videos were even tackier than the necklace, without the added comedy of cyborg boobs.

He was in a good mood, more or less, which probably had a lot to do with the free flowing alcohol. He told himself he wasn't going to drink himself as stupid as he did the last time the island did this, and that he would stay far, far away from that fucking karaoke machine.

[stillinservice]

Standing to one side with a glass of particularly good red wine in her hand, Stormy raises an eyebrow as she reads what's written on Asher's 'jewelery'.

She looks up into his face.

"...Lovely."

[asher_talos]

"Not compelled to do as it says?" Asher asked with a smirk. It was probably for the best. Odd still knows where he slept at night...

"If you squint you eyes and tilt your head it looks like an owl instead of... well, what it actually is." But then the instructions didn't quite fit.

[stillinservice]

"Somehow, I don't think Odd would approve," says Stormy, voicing the thought which both of them are very obviously having.

Stormy tilts her head, squinting her eyes.

"A little less anatomical."

[asher_talos]

"I dunno. He seems like a forgiving enough guy," Asher said, though he really isn't referring to any sort of forgiveness he and a flashing Stormy would need from him. Odd didn't seem too put off by the fact that Asher had admitted to killing countless numbers of people, he still stuck around after having a fucking gun pressed to the side of his head. He was either forgiving, or possibly the dumbest person that the former vampire had ever met.

"It's totally an owl," he insisted, forcing himself to frown. "That's what I thought when I first spotted it, anyway. Bad eyes." His eyesight was, in fact, better than most could claim. Residual vampire shit, he supposed. "You think I'd put this on if I knew it was a nude torso?"

He would. He did.

[stillinservice]

Stormy's expression changes, subtly but noticeably; she softens, and her eyes are smiling.

"He's the best," she says, and takes a sip of her wine as punctuation. "The very best."

Stormy rolls her eyes.

"Okay, okay. It's an owl."

The look that she gives him shows that she would definately think that of him.

[asher_talos]

Ah, young love. It was nauseating...

Asher took a sip of his own drink to settle his stomach, or quite possibly in the hopes of further dulling his senses.

"You could at least try to sound convinced, you know. If I had feelings, they'd be hurt."

[stillinservice]

"If I believed in feeling sorry for people, I'd probably care." Stormy hid her smile behind her glass as she knocked back the rest of her wine.

[asher_talos]

"Ouch." Asher laughed quietly. "For a tropical island, I think I just felt the temperature dip a good twenty degrees. And here I thought our brush with winter was over."

[stillinservice]

"Why do you think they call me Stormy?"

Odd had been the one that started it, but there was plenty of reason that that nickname had stayed around.

[asher_talos]

"Huh." He'd never really stopped to wonder why, really. Her husband's name was Odd for Christ sake. Far be it from him to question a nickname when he shrugged off a strange birth name so easily.

"Touché. Well, it suits you nicely, now that you've pointed it out."

[stillinservice]

"My real name's Bronwen," says Stormy. "But it makes me sound like an elf. So Stormy it is."

[asher_talos]

Asher knew that much already, but he'd given Odd his word (whatever that meant) that he'd keep his mouth shut about it. And so he would.

"I've lived with people named Jarko, Virago and Wolfe." And those, sadly, hadn't even been their nicknames. "So Bronwen sounds normal enough to me."

[stillinservice]

"Makes me sound almost normal," said Stormy, with a smile that showed over the rim of her wine glass. "Whether you're calling me Stormy or Bronwen."

[asher_talos]

"You aren't originally from outer space, not a former robot or vampire or demon or Satan himself. So, yeah. Guess all of that would qualify you as 'normal'." If there really was such a thing.

[stillinservice]

"I'm married to a man who can see the dead," points out Stormy. "Could. Could see the dead. I came back from the dead."