[CLOSED] "Dance and we turn, my lashes are dry, purple teardrops I cry..."

[ivy_girl]

Characters: Luppi (ivy-girl) & Cirucci Thunderwitch (swallow_wing)
Content: Cirucci and Luppi, to celebrate the ruining of Leo's plane, get have a little private party.
Setting: The Silvana, Luppi's room.
Time: Backdated to after Luppi's a little bit more recovered following this log and this one. Late evening.
Warnings: Cirucci, Luppi, alcohol. There's the

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THE LJ CUT AND TITLE LYRICS. WHAT. IS LUPPI NOT TELLING HER SOMETHING.

[swallow_wing]

She raised her hand and rapped on the door.

Cirucci smirked, waiting for the fop to poke his head out. She knew something was astray, that Luppi had fucked something up so gloriously, but unfortunately she did not have the full story to her disposal. Still--oh, was she gloating.

And yet she had dressed in black, again. Oh, no, not that formless monstrosity she decked earlier: this dress still had her characteristic swells of material, and she had worn it to that party after Zhang He spearheaded the ship's makeover. Luppi had said he liked her, in black. She supposed she could humor him this one time.

Cirucci had brought her own drinks, packed neatly in a tote bag she had lying around (truthfully, she had decided to 'freshen up' the sad looking thing, clipping on cute little accessories like pins and ribbons). She hummed to herself quietly as she waited for Luppi to open the door, crossing and uncrossing one ankle from the front of her other.

[swallow_wing]

Cirucci nearly gulped the remainder of her wine down. Reflecting back on Ulquiorra used to be--how everyone was, when they were new, creatures that had yet to be carved by Aizen's heavy hand--that was a story to behold.

She leaned against the pillows beside him, legs curling in. "No, it wasn't that," she started, correcting herself. "He had a hard-on for Aizen, even back then. That much hasn't changed." Cirucci snorted. Pouring herself another glass, she dipped her head back as she drank half of the contents. All elegance had been forgotten in the wake of mocking Ulquiorra.

"But he wasn't as stiff as he is now. Obviously he was younger then, so he still had that school boyish--I'd say 'charm,' but..." She scrunched her nose. "...Ulquiorra. He was more bookish and boring than charming. Anyway, he was very wide eyed, you know. Didn't wear the same face around like he does now." Her lips curled in a frown at the memory. "More obviously eager to please. He changed, at some point. Probably related to his release, but..." She shrugged

[ivy_girl]

Luppi listened, looking interested. By the time he'd arrived at the facility, Ulquiorra had already had the Hollow implanted, so he'd never seen him prior to Murciélago's influence. He found it hard to imagine Ulquiorra without that impassive, expressionless face.

"Wow." He said, sipping his wine. He cringed, but took a bigger mouthful to try and make himself used to the taste.

It was then that he found it difficult to keep his wine in his mouth. He choked it down though, laughing around it. Ulquiorra? Doing that as an order? How appropriate!

"I can see that~!" He said, coughing to clear the wine from his throat. "He's probably the submissive type. I bet he'd call him Aizen-sama in the bedroom." A mean grin.

[swallow_wing]

Cirucci patted his back absentmindedly as he coughed, memories of the lab whirling through her head. They kicked up unpleasant feelings like dust; reminiscing particularly on when Ulquiorra's batch first came in wasn't an exercise she liked to partake in. Everything had shifted then, really.

But a smirk cut across her face at Luppi's words, and she finished her glass with a flourish of her wrist. "You know he would. He might even get a little shy~ Think he'd blush?" Her eyes rolled upward at the mental picture. "Though I can't imagine him being any good at it. Maybe he's just a quick learner

[ivy_girl]

Luppi held out his glass for a refill, his eyes big and positively brimming with amusement at the idea of Ulquiorra not only blushing but Cirucci teaching him her...trade.

Luppi, unfortunately for Cirucci, was under the distinct impression that she was a Seamstress and not one of the female tailor kind, either. His mind, young and not as worldly as he liked to believe, went straight to the Red Light Districts of Kropmork, where the Seamstresses made their living. Safe brothels (for both the visiting men and the working women) were something that the city was known for, not that the effeminate little Arrancar had ever visited one.

"Are you kidding!? He'd die!" He spluttered out, his voice still grating in his throat after his coughing fit. "Imagine him discovering the Seamstress line of work?"

He had no idea how Ulquiorra would react to the idea of it, let alone being taught something by one of them, though he had a feeling that the word 'trash' would come up. That, after all, was almost inevitable.

[swallow_wing]

"Seamstress line of work?" She frowned, pouring Luppi another glass. "While I can't picture him hard at work with a dress...Luppi, dear, that isn't what I was referring to."

It was then that something clicked in her head. Was Luppi even aware of how she made a living back in Licere? She thought she had mentioned it in her journal, once, but such a minor detail was easy to overlook.

Cirucci took another sip of her wine, but she paused abruptly as another thought came to the front, lips pressing together tightly. She lowered the glass. "Luppi..." The words that tumbled slowly from her mouth were laced with sugary sweetness--so much, in fact, that it was clear danger lurked underneath. Similarly, the sharp way in which her eyes were narrowed offset her smile by a wide margin. "What exactly is it that you think I do for a living...?"

When she had headed to Kropmork to meet the Silvana, she had cited the Seamstress' Guild there as her excuse for visiting. What she hadn't known, at the time, was what the guild actually stood for. If

[ivy_girl]

Luppi shrugged his slight shoulders in an action full of slightly tipsy nonchalance. Well, the wine was going straight to his head. He'd long assumed that his pseudo-friend was a Seamstress, so he wasn't about to have any trouble admitting to it. He was just enough of a bitch to not take issue with basically calling somebody a prostitute.

"A Seamstress. You said you were. You were in Kropmork when you joined, right~? I mean, I can see why you'd want to get away from it." He said, fixing his eyes on her. The alcohol-fuelled lack of focus wasn't affecting his vision yet, but it wouldn't be long before it did.

He grinned then, a slightly vicious and almost predatory expression that broke the illusion of his almost-cute near-drunk look. "I bet you were expensive~..."

[swallow_wing]

His last comment did not help his case at all. Expensive for a prostitute, to Cirucci, was still cheap. She didn't have a grudge against women in the profession (per se). But she preferred sex as a weapon in which she kept her advantages, and while prostitutes made money, she was convinced men always entered the 'exchange' with a twisted condescension that hardly leveled the playing field. Most monetary profit just couldn't outweigh a smug smile, for her.

The distance afforded to her by burlesque made all the difference. The stage was her space to control fully; she decided how far the transaction went. Other women saw differently, she realized, but besides--

Whores look cheap.

The predatory glint in Luppi's eyes doomed him more than his words had already. "An expensive whore is still a cheap woman," she retorted, grin spread thin on her face. Her words barely made it through her grit teeth. "I think you're confused~ I'm not one of those seamstresses, little sister

[ivy_girl]

"Oh..." Luppi said, screwing his face up against the poking and patting and general mini-manhandling. "Well, I didn't know. Seamstress is just the code for it! And with your dresses, how was I supposed to know?" He asked.

Not that he was calling her tarty looking. Nuh uh. Floofy, frilly dresses did not a tart make. Honest. Okay, well. Luppi was biased towards that opinion, given his earlier mistake about her job, but... that was probably still going to get him smacked.

"And a 'look' like what?" He snapped, arching an eyebrow and taking a swig of his drink.

He didn't know it, but the look he gave her could easily be taken as overly flirty, even desiring. The alcohol in him and his general lack of morals didn't exactly help, but he barely noticed what he did, so it was nothing out of the ordinary for him. Insulting people came naturally! The comment about her probably being expensive could almost be taken as a compliment, too, if he wasn't such a dick.

"So you're... not?" He asked more quietly, looking at her seriously.

[swallow_wing]

"My dresses?" She threw him an indignant look, her eyebrows shot up. "And what exactly is so cheap looking about my dresses, mm? Besides-and I don't know if you've noticed, despite seeing me as often as you do-what I wear is hardly revealing. You must be confusing me with that other female arrancar. You know the one."

To be fair, she had a point. Cirucci rarely, if ever, revealed her cleavage. Secondly, her skirts weren't that short (in her eyes), but they exposed the right amount of leg to avoid full-on modesty. Even then, most people assumed she was, for a lack of a better term, loose, or found her clothing style provocative, or whatever many other things she had been called. It was her attitude, she figured. And the boots. And the lacy stockings or occasional garters

I love the cleavage comment used in conjunction with that icon. XD

[ivy_girl]

Luppi glanced at her, looking her up and down as if to check the validity of her statement. Well, he didn't think she looked cheap. He never thought she looked cheap, he just couldn't help but think that she went out of her way to look sexy and provocative. To him, it was as if she dressed that way because she enjoyed being looked at, but more than that, that she revelled in being able to snap at people for doing just that.

As for looking at her the way a client would a whore, Luppi shrugged. He'd never been to a whore. He didn't have any intention of it, either. He was cute and could, if he liked, play the adorable and pseudo innocent card to get what he wanted. It was a possibility, but not one that he'd be quick to re-examine. He had taken steps to not repeat mistakes from the past and, for him, that was very high on the list of What Not To Do

Exactly what I was going for 8D

[swallow_wing]

Cirucci quirked an eyebrow at his snappy response, half suppressed giggles still resembling snorts as she poured them both another glass. "My my, Luppi's very touchy all of a sudden~" She took a sip of her drink, watching him intently. "He hasn't been rebuked lately, has he

Mwahaha! X3

[ivy_girl]

Luppi narrowed his eyes further, positively squinting at her in an overblown display of momentary hatred. He sat up straighter when she poured him more wine and tilted his head, casting his gaze away from her in an overly casual way.

"No, I didn't get rejected." He snarled, his voice both amplified and dulled due to him talking directly into his glass.

It was worse than that, really. It made him angry and feel very nearly humiliated once again to think of it, that incident. He was taken away from his thoughts by the tug on his hair, which he slapped away with his unsleeved hand.

"I rarely get rejected. I'm cute. People like that." He sniffed, sipping his drink again. "Unfortunately, it's mostly menAnd for a pretty, girly boy who preferred women to men, it was most disappointing. Still, he made himself feel better by reaching up and tugging one of Cirucci's 'pigtails' in revenge for pulling his hair

[swallow_wing]

Cirucci made a face as he tugged on her pigtail, grabbing his wrist tightly and aiming to knock his hand away. "Aizen not your type, is he? Then who is? Silver haired, narrow eyed bastards with creepily wide grins?"

She whacked the back of his head harder than even she had anticipated. It was meant to be more of a mild tap, but the gesture was bigger in the wake of the alcohol's effects. A loud sigh accompanied the motion. "Still going on about preferring women? ...Have you even been with one, Luppi?"

A moment of silence passed before Cirucci nearly collapsed in another fit of giggles, leaning over to smother the sound in Luppi's shoulder. "You'd probably fall right out, I bet~! It's probably why men prefer you more than women do. You can play the girl with them instead~"

Still snickering, she pat him on the head condescendingly. "If you didn't get rejected, then what did happen, mm~? Big Sister Cirucci wants to know~" Really, it was obvious she had touched a nerve. This sounded like blackmail material at its finest.

[ivy_girl]

Luppi did nothing but glare, eyes half narrowed, and his lips pressed into a thin line. He looked pretty pouty wearing that mask of utter contempt. Of course, he only glared right up until he got smacked.

"Ow!" He whined, rubbing his head. "Gin isn't bad. He's pretty cute. There are always positions to avoid seeing his face, after all."

It was a mean thing to say, but that expression would be horrible off putting in a moment of passion, no matter how cute you considered Gin. He briefly wondered if Aizen ever got put off by it, but the squickiness of the idea of them having sex made him stop thinking about it rather quickly.

"And yes I've been with women! Well, girls. I'm too young to sleep with WOMEN." He slurred, shaking his head with a grin.

As for the last part... he gritted his teeth. "I'm telling you nothing on that subject!" He said, sticking his nose in the air.

He would if pressed, but he wasn't going to make it EASY for her.

[swallow_wing]

"But what about the sounds he'd make?" Cirucci made a noise of disgust, face scrunching up at the thought. "And he's probably bony and pale as a corpse. It's vile."

Cirucci was equally as horrified at imagining that face staring at her in the midst of the act. And it wasn't just the way he said things-what he'd actually say would no doubt be as off putting.

She snorted at his protests. "I doubt that," she shot back, dryly, but the corner of her lips still twitched upwards. "Even if you aren't bluffing, they sound young. Probably inexperienced..or desperate~"

At his reluctance to tell her what had happened, she reached over to pinch his nose (and, again, probably harder than she had meant to). "Don't be a tease. I'll get to squeal, just you wait." In a second, her hand swept down to his side in an attempt to tickle the truth out of him, and she tried to half heartedly pin down his legs by crossing an ankle over his. "This'll be much easier if you just tell me now~"