Let's Play!

Ephriam sighed slightly. Whatever this was, he wasn't sure that he liked it. He hadn't really let anyone control so much about his ignorance in a long time. And he didn't like what he did know. Still, the dag blame woman LIVED in HIS castle... Besides, Ephriam was a gentleman.



He fastened the satin waisting and slipped on the overcoat of his tuxedo, imagining all of the horrible things this could mean. It had been a long time since he had worn this thing.



And when he made his way up, his feeling didn't improve.

Marina turned when she heard Ephriam approach, looking him over as he silk dress turned with her, smiling softly as her eyes fell upon her man, moving to him slowly.



" I hope your starting to doubt the Jethro thing... I don't feel that way for him, at all", Marina informed him, looking him over as she walked to him slowly, handing him a box. " .... I feel that way towards you." she added thoughtfully, looking him over a she smiled and flushed lightly.



" Since you wouldn't believe the truth, I took the liberty of aquiring a mask for the party for you... One that seemed to fit, considering your passion towards certain things."





Little known to her, she ( and possibly Sarah) were going to be the only human guests among a vampire like party. she didn't seem concerned about it, either way when Jethro had tried to hint at it.



(( Marina's attire:

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And her mask:



And Ephriam's gift:

Ephriam's eyes had flashed, though not really with anger. It was more of a fear if anything. There had been no one in his home for... well, in honesty, for centuries. Jethro aside, of course. To have a party... Well, it wasn't Eph's style. The man was rigid, even as she broke her facade. When she placed the mask in his hands, he didn't really seem to be breathing. The man ran his fingers over the thing. It went along perfectly with the gold and red accents to his outfit. And the music notes... Ephriam sighed wearily.



"Marina, you will be the death of me, I swear." He looked down at the mask again.



"But it is an impressive gift." The man sighed again as he put it on. This was going to be a train wreck, he just knew it.

Moving to him, she smiled a bit more, kissing him gently.



" Are you honestly complaining? I merely want social interaction. I mean, I use to be around large groups, even when i was trying to go to the bathroom. I wanted a chance to socialize....I think it will do us both some good."



She purred as she took his hand lightly, kissing his cheek as she adjusted his mask ever so slightly, looking him over.



" I had to have it specially made, as well as this dress altered... both, took forever."



she complained with a small smile, cuddling up to him as she lead him towards the stairs to lead into the west wing ballroom where Jethro was running a full-out bar, serving the guests drinks already.

Jethro grinned in full form. He twirled a bottled with complete old-timey flourish, finishing up a fire whiskey. The man's long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail in the back and he was wearing black pants and a black shirt - the only color was a gold-trimmed, electric blue sash (and of course a bow tie). Oh, and there was the mask.



((Here is Jethro's mask, minus the music notes:



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Ephriam looked between the two of them, leaning in to Marina to speak softly.



"I choose not to venture into booming social events."

Marina looked up at him, kissing him softly.



" Do it for me?"



She asked softly as Zyla and Lillian came up to them, and swept Marina off without warning, placing a pomegranate margarita in her hands, leading her off into the small throng of people. ... So she hadn't lost it after all?

Ephriam was very tempted to chase after her, but even he knew what poor etiquette that would have been. Instead, he went over to the bar and Jethro leaned over.



"What'll it be, good Sir?" Ephriam frowned.



"Screw it to the wall." Jethro laughed and made a Slow, Comfortable Screw Against the Wall. Of course, by the time Ephriam got the chance to drink some, he was being thumped on the back by a guest.

After about an hour, everyone was on at least their second, if not fifth, drink, and very easy going now, Marina on her fourth.



Marina walked to the bar as she polished off her fourth, glancing to the man she didn't recognize beside her, and locating Ephriam across the room, wondering why on earth that the woman on her other side was hitting on her.

Maya took a step closer to Marina.



"Hey, beautiful. Wanna dance?" The woman was rather young, no more than seventeen by looks. "I can teach you to griiiiind."



Jethro, however, was already on his sixth or so drink. You want to talk about someone that can hold their liquor? Take a look at that man.



Ephriam was currently trying to endure this other guest's incessant chatter.

Marina, drunk enough not to mind, took Maya up on her offer, as she didn't see the harm.... Nor sis she see ephriam offering to dance with her in public. that being said, she looked at Jethro and smiled ultra charmingly.



" Another when i get back?"



she asked sweetly, placing a light kiss on his cheek and taking off to go dance.

Jethro just grinned stupidly back. You see, he was the kind of bartender that an alcoholic dreamed of. If you could drink it, then you could have it. Sarah giggled softly as her escort got another kiss from a different lady. Strange? Not for them.



Maya danced very close. Closer. Closer... CLOSER.

Marina simply went with the flow, as she was intoxicated to the point that everything was great. Life, men, women... the economy, everything.



Following Maya's lead, she smiled at the woman charmingly, takign it all in generous stride, giggling cutely and everything as the beat went on.

Maya wasn't going to ask permission. It didn't occur to the drunken vampire that this might be a rather unacceptable move. She was getting C.L.O.S.E.R.!

taking the kiss in stride, she moved back from the woman slightly, and merely giggled and wondered off to the bar now, after that next drink, and then went in search of Ephriam, casually wondering if he'd mind that a woman had just kissed her, trying to pin the taste in the woman's mouth....

Ephriam was sitting in a very very tall chair in the corner, his legs tucked entirely to himself as he held on to another drink. Why? Well... there were some guys... At the bottom of the chair... And their song when something like this:



"EPH! EPH! An alphabet soup! Doo doop!

EPH! EPH! Oh how your balls droop! Doop.

EPH! EPH! Come down and spin a loop! Doo doop!

EPH! EPH! We'll make you part of the troupe! Doop.

EPH! EPH! A spiked soup! Doo doop."



Who was leading the song? Guess.



How many drinks had they had? Your guess is as good as mine.

Marina moved, climbing up into Ephriam's lap, kissing him softly, snuggling up to him, smiling slyly.



" We should leave the party."



She purred gently.

Ephriam just gave her one of those looks.



"This is the first time in scores that I have had the opportunity to drink like this. Why would I want to leave the harassing mob and migraine waiting to happen?"

Marina openly pouted and moved from his lap, and over to the ever close jethro's, rather openly kissing him. welcome to drunk Marina? Either way, she had been kind of interested in making out, and Jethro was right there, otherwise, Maya might have been the lips of choice.

Poor Jethro. What happened next is painful to tell. Sarah (now far more drunk than before) slapped the man at the exact same moment that Ephriam reached out and ripped him from his seat. There was an absolute silence and stillness in the air. That is, of course, after Ephriam had pitched his friend across the room.



Duh duh duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh.

Marina looked like she was going to cry as Maya came near and she snatched the woman. This would work too, and another chance at figuring out that tase. Score.

Everyone was just watching the nice girl-on-girl action. Even Ephriam couldn't move. But... as she kissed Marina, Maya found that she would really like to taste something a little more... satisfying. Apparently she didn't quite have the self control. The question was how Marina would react, if it would be allowed.

Marina was fine with the normal, make out kind of advances, as she was intoxicated, however... when she started feeling as if her personal safety was a bit more at stake, she pried herself free and moved back towards Ephriam. After all... he might have denied her one thing, but the only mouth she wanted to trust her life to, was Eph's.

Maya didn't seem to like this at all. She took a couple pursuing steps.



But then Ephriam took off his coat and wrapped it around Marina, leaning down to speak softly again.



"How many more of my friends would you like to devote yourself to?" Something was off in his tone. It wasn't a joke.

Marina looked up at him, too frunk to understand, moving into his lap and simply cuddling up. It was clear she didn't understand. It was also clear that she expected to act like a small child and curl up in his lap.

Ephriam sighed. He was pretty buzzed himself, but (unlike most of the others) he wasn't blasted. The man sighed slightly.



"I think that it is time to leave." Of course he had always thought that (sarcasm for the win) but that was another matter entirely.

Marina waived buh bye to Maya and Jethro as she snuggled tighter to ephriam, letting him carry her off, kissing at his neck lightly.

Ephriam took the liberty of locking the door (well, one of them) to the west wing behind him. The man took the woman to her room, hoping that she would let go long enough to be put down.

" I like that lady..."



she informed Ephriam cutely, kissing him eagerly, not caring that he was walking, or the fact he could rung her into a mace or something along the wall.

Marina was in luck. All Ephriam did was knock a vase over. A cheap imitation in a million pieces. Woohoo.

Marina smiled, pulling at his clothes, kissing him more aggressively.

Then. Ephriam. Dropped. Her.



Conveniently the bed was there for her to land on, but he dropped her nonetheless, stepping a few paces backwards.

Looking to him, she looked like she was going to cry, moving after him slowly, pouting.



" Ephriam....... You don't like me like that?"



She openly sounded crushed.

Ephriam backed away from her again.



"You, my beautiful kumquat, are very much intoxicated. You should take the opportunity to be alone in your bed."

Marina looked at him, tears starting to fall, reaching for him. He didn't answer her question, and now he was pushing her away.



" You could have just said no... You don't like me like that."



She said, feelings clearly hurt as she turned on him, shoulders shaking as she started to cry.

Ephriam remained still, her words not entirely bouncing off of him, but like reflecting.



"I said nothing to that effect. But... It would be to both of our interests if you would listen to what I am saying." This was actually harder for him than he was making it out to be.

Marina continued to cry, leaving the room, headed back to the party, simply because that was where Jethro was, and she wanted someone's shoulder to cry on. Ephriam might as well have not said anything, as he wasn't making an effect now.

Ephriam followed after her, though at a distance. But then it occurred to him. Nothing he said mattered. At all. He had loved her strong will, but that will was against him. Tonight the music that came from the piano was sad enough to break the heart of a child.

Marina went to slid into Jethro's arms, but was caught by Maya and fell right into the woman's lap. However, she was too distracted by calling herself a range of things, from a fool, to ugly, sobbing hard into the woman's shoulder, not noticing the only ones remaining were Jethro, Sarah, Maya, and Zyla...

Jethro was drunk. Sarah was drunker. Maya was drunkest.



Maya laughed with a hiccup.



"Hey thur buttercup. Curm back fer a bitter stay?"



Jethro was tugging at Marina's arm. He had a little sense left in him. Not much, and it wasn't very coherent, but there was a little there.



Ephriam had changed clothes, his outfit lying like a hated object in the corner. His mask, though, was sitting on the piano as he stroked the sad melody out of the keys.

Zyla was sober, the problem being two things. One, she hadn't fed in about two weeks, and two, she was bi... And there were two overly intoxicated women setting together... So Zyla was no help.... However, her ability to gloat to Ephriam was clear .... Your woman, isn't so much your's anymore, is she? she asked as she headed towards the two.... threesome?





Marina simply cried, letting Jethro pull at her, but not really having the want to move, as she was hurting and crying at the moment, and Maya was currently holding her.