Open post it is, then.

[greengoldpurple]

*Zillah is lounging upside-down on one of the couches in the mansion, sipping lazily out of a bottle of spiked strawberry wine, and very high on some sort of drugs, long hair unbound and spread like a curtain on the cushions of the couch. His free hand--the one not with the bottle--is spinning idle strands of hair around a finger, and his legs are

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[sweariwontdie]

*clears his throat to get Zillah's attention*

Must you be so careless, monsieur?

[greengoldpurple]

*waves a bottle at him* Want a drink?

[sweariwontdie]

What is it?

[greengoldpurple]

Strawberry wine. ((Spiked with blood, but he's not going to tell you that.))

[atopthetower]

Silent as she is, who knows how long Rapunzel has been standing here, a small distance off from Zillah's couch? Her eyes are wide, staring at the blood-like wine stain on the carpet, hands twittering anxiously in the folds of her heavy skirt. "Are you all right?" she suddenly, abruptly, asks, in too loud a voice, the voice of someone who hasn't spoken with another human being in a while.

[greengoldpurple]

Just fine... *offers her what looks like a candy, but is actually rather potent drugs* Want some?

[atopthetower]

She shakes her head, too quickly and too vehemently, gleaming golden hair moving a little behind, too heavy to follow immediately. "Why, I do not even know you," she points out, in the same skittish, overloud voice.

[greengoldpurple]

Get to know me. *smirks, holding up a shimmery pink pill*

[sir_agravaiting]

*standing over Zillah with arms folded, he clears his throat loudly* That's a waste of good wine, that is.

[greengoldpurple]

*dazed smile, offering him a bottle of strawberry wine, spiked with blood* Have some.

[sir_agravaiting]

*glances at the bottle, then suspiciously up at Zillah* What's in it, besides the usual? From the looks of you, there must be something.

[greengoldpurple]

Good things. *gets up, wobbling slightly, and advances on him a step, laughing*

[blood_andaltars]

*and here's Jessy, drifting through in search of -- vampire novels, or Christian, possibly, but she won't say no to Zillah* You look comfortable enough.

[greengoldpurple]

Hi, Jessy. *reaches for her* Want a drink?

[blood_andaltars]

*flops next to him, grinning a bit* When've I ever said no to you?

[greengoldpurple]

Saying no to me is bad for your health. *pulls her down for a kiss* Mm. Jessy.

[dutifuldaughter]

Clar gives the couch a good solid kick, and glares at him. "Dumbass. You're ruining the carpet. If you have to spill your drugs all over the place, go outside."

And hey, yanking on the hair, vicious and unexpectedly strong. "You hear me, vampire? I don't give a shit about your eating habits, but your slovenliness is pissing me off."

[greengoldpurple]

*snarls and attacks at her, slashing nails at her throat, and this is why it's best to let sleeping vampires lie*

[dutifuldaughter]

Clar has a lot of practice with drunk people lunging at her - even drunk supernatural ones - and anyway she’s still got his hair. So. One smooth sidestep, the hand with the large clump of hair held out to her side.

“Watch yourself,” she says, jerks the hand down, and calmly collects a spell. “Probably you shouldn’t move so much before you’re over your overindulgence.”

[greengoldpurple]

*hisses and spits, clawing at her and spewing obscenities, especially sexual ones, demanding and threatening for release*