So stick to the cratur' the best thing in nature for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
Characters: Bastet (felinemystique) and Souhi(gilded_souhi)
Date/Time: October 18, evening
Location: Souhi's room
Rating: R for alcohol and likely language
Summary: Souhi needs a drink, and it's always more fun with company, right?
Bastet hefted her new weapon over her shoulder by the strap as she stepped out of the door. All the cats but one had disappeared earlier that day along with the ugly pink dress. Instead, she was now in a shirt, short skirt, thigh highs and boots--and instead of cats, she had an enormous gun. Luckily the thing wasn't loaded; she knew nothing about firearms, so she'd asked Sniper to check for her.
He'd taken the thing completely apart. He'd claimed it was to make certain, but she had a feeling he was just having fun after a little while. Whatever, it was cute.
She'd told Sniper she was going out a little while before and while he certainly could have reacted much worse to the news that she was going drinking with another guy--he'd griped a little, but he'd bitched worse about the cats the day before--the whole interaction left her feeling rather odd. It was...strange having to answer to someone else for her activities.
She shrugged, putting it out of her head as she approached Souhi's door a few minutes later--showing up distracted would be disrespectful to the booze. She raised her hand to knock, shifting the gun's weight over her shoulder. "Yo, Souhi," she called. "It's me, Bastet."
(ooc: Bastet is no longer the Crazy Cat Lady--she's now dressed as Seras Victoria from Hellsing. Complete with Harkonnen, Seras' enormous, single-shot cannon. She can't leave the house without it, so she'll be toting it around with her.)
Date/Time: October 18, evening
Location: Souhi's room
Rating: R for alcohol and likely language
Summary: Souhi needs a drink, and it's always more fun with company, right?
Bastet hefted her new weapon over her shoulder by the strap as she stepped out of the door. All the cats but one had disappeared earlier that day along with the ugly pink dress. Instead, she was now in a shirt, short skirt, thigh highs and boots--and instead of cats, she had an enormous gun. Luckily the thing wasn't loaded; she knew nothing about firearms, so she'd asked Sniper to check for her.
He'd taken the thing completely apart. He'd claimed it was to make certain, but she had a feeling he was just having fun after a little while. Whatever, it was cute.
She'd told Sniper she was going out a little while before and while he certainly could have reacted much worse to the news that she was going drinking with another guy--he'd griped a little, but he'd bitched worse about the cats the day before--the whole interaction left her feeling rather odd. It was...strange having to answer to someone else for her activities.
She shrugged, putting it out of her head as she approached Souhi's door a few minutes later--showing up distracted would be disrespectful to the booze. She raised her hand to knock, shifting the gun's weight over her shoulder. "Yo, Souhi," she called. "It's me, Bastet."
(ooc: Bastet is no longer the Crazy Cat Lady--she's now dressed as Seras Victoria from Hellsing. Complete with Harkonnen, Seras' enormous, single-shot cannon. She can't leave the house without it, so she'll be toting it around with her.)