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The Devil's Nest, Saturday, April 12th

"No." Bo crossed her arms behind the bar and ignored the balloon Tiny was holding out to her. "I already told you my terms. The whole thing or no deal."

Tiny held up his phone in the other hand, then made a show of putting it away. Bo just shook her head.

"No. I don't care if you record me. I'm just not doing it without the quid pro quo." She reached out and bopped the balloon lightly. "Every. Single. Verse."

Which was why anyone visiting the bar tonight, including the guests at Warren and Karla's birthday party, would find themselves treated to a high-pitched -- and very long -- performance of I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major-General from the huge guy in the leather vest.

Bo's performance, they'd have to be very good at searching YouTube (or know Tiny's username) to find, and also fast enough to get there before Bo filed the fake DMCA takedown notice. Or the obscenity one. She was still trying to decide which seemed more likely coming from Disney.

[Open! Karla and Warren's birthday party be happenin' in the VIP area; the rest of the joint is open to anyone.]

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Jack raised his eyebrows -- he wasn't sure he'd expected Karla to go through with it -- but delicately placed the lime wedge between her teeth before balancing the shot glass in the hollow of her breasts and leaning in to lick her neck.

He unintentionally lingered over that part. She smelled good, and werewolves liked to lick.

Karla shivered; her neck was very sensitive and Jack's tongue felt nice.

Very nice.

A little bit of the tequila splashed out of the glass and splashed on her chest. "Careful," she said, a little breathless. "If too much gets spilled, we'll have to do it again."

"Is that meant to be a problem?" Jack asked with a gentle laugh as he pulled away from her neck.

He hit it with the salt shaker, licked once more for good measure, and then took the shot with as little help from his hands as possible. (It was a bit messy, but he suspected that was part of the point.) And then all that was left was that lime wedge in her mouth.

Jack went for it.

The lime vanished right before Jack's mouth hit hers. Karla pulled him close for a deep kiss before leaning back with a smug smile.

"I'd always wondered about that," she said, licking her lips. "Mmm. Gran Patrón."

Jack was having a bit of trouble finding his words. It had been too damn long since he kissed someone who wasn't Emma when he was in his right mind; his game was off.

Also, tequila.

"Thanks," he said with a little laugh. "I'd been wondering too,but it's better when I'm not surprised."

Karla straightened in her chair, a challenge on her face.

"Is that so?" she asked. "Prove it."

"Very well," Jack said, smiling slyly. "I shall."

He took his time getting ready - rolling his shoulders, rubbing his hands together -- and then leaned in, put one hand on Karla's back and the other on the back of her head, and let his slightly parted lips meet hers. He was concentrating on making it the best kiss he'd ever given someone he wasn't in love with: This was, after all a matter of pride at this point.

Pride was a wonderful motivator, damn. Between Fandom whimsy, parties, and kissing booths, Karla had kissed a lot of people, but Jack still managed to stand out. Wow.

Boy knew what he was doing, didn't he?

Her arms wound around Jack's neck, a hand playing with the curls at his nape, and her leg slid between his. Her lips tasted of limes, his mouth, of smooth tequila and salt, or so she discovered when her tongue darted inside.

My, my, Emma was a lucky lady, wasn't she?

Oh, come on, you two. Warren was right there in the room, and he had eyes, no matter how much alcohol he'd been drinking. And he was almost willing to overlook jack's face in Karla's cleavage. He was. But this? This was fairly blatant.

So that would be Warren, wings mantled, stalking over to tap Jack on the shoulder.

"Excuse me. I can't help but notice you're kissing my fiancée."

Dammit. That was an amazing kiss and now it was being interrupted.

... of course, Jack couldn't blame Warren for reacting. People tended to get strangely upset anytime your tongue landed down their partner's throats. He pressed his lips against Karla's one last time for good measure and pulled away.

"Well-spotted," he said cheekily. "And might I say, you're a very lucky man."

"I know," Warren replied, raising an eyebrow. "That's one of the reasons why I proposed to her."

He glanced between Karla and Jack for a moment, and then lifted his chin slightly.

"Birthday kissing, huh?"

"It is a custom," Karla said cheekily, giving him a naughty smile. "That and spankings, but I thought that might not be appropriate for public."

"And also potentially indecent, given the length of her skirt," Jack added. "I thought a kiss was the better option."

"Well, that's hardly fair," Warren replied, taking note of Karla's cheeky attitude, and the fact that they both seemed utterly unrepentant. He'd feel stung a little, maybe, if he was more sober.

As it stood, he simply smirked and leaned forward a little, toward Jack.

"I mean, it's my birthday, too."

That would be a large wing folding around Jack's shoulder, right there.

If Jack were more sober, he wouldn't have kissed Karla quite that way to begin with.

He stiffened at Warren's touch at first, then realized he hadn't really sounded threatening. No, he was getting a very different sense of the man's intentions.

"Did you want a birthday kiss too?" he asked.

Warren just raised a pointed eyebrow and smirked a little more, leaning forward slightly.

"Unless you wanted me to feel left out, Jack."

He'd probably insist, later, that this was a birthday spite kiss. And in part, maybe it was. He'd even been half teasing when he put his wing around Jack's shoulder like that.

But then again, a person could get away with a lot while drunk on their birthday, couldn't they? And, honestly, Warren had eyes.

Don't worry, Warren. Karla had Plans for the evening that would prove how much she appreciated your kisses. Among other talents.

But until then...

"That would be horrible," she said, her hand creeping up Warren's back to play with his feathers. "I mean, we wouldn't want to have Warren feeling left out on his birthday."

This had nothing to do with Karla wanting front row seats to something very, very pretty. Oh no, not at all.

Edited 2014-05-01 21:40 (UTC)

"I wouldn't dream of neglecting Warren," Jack agreed shamelessly. He, too, had eyes, and something much like this scenario had played out in more than a few of his late-night fantasies.

He rose slightly on the balls of his feet and pressed his slightly damp lips against Warren's, one hand going to the back of his head while the other lightly grazed his hip.

After the display he'd put on with Karla, he owed Warren every bit of his best effort, and he'd give as much as Warren would take.

Warren didn't take kisses in half-measures, either. Especially not when he had a point to prove, and not when Karla was egging them on. Warren kissed Jack right back, his fingers knotting in the back of Jack's shirt.

Fair warning, Jack, this kiss was probably going to involve teeth.

And there was nothing a werewolf and former vampire courtier hated more than teeth!

Oh, wait. No. Not hated. The other thing.

He made a noise halfway between a purr and a growl low in his throat and pressed his teeth back against Warren's lips. His hand at Warren's hip gripped tighter, reached back. He loved women, but damned if there wasn't always something special about a man's strength in a situation like this.

Was Karla feeling sad or neglected, standing off to the side while her fiancé and friend were making out with one another?

No. No she was not.

In fact, she'd sat back down, propped her chin in her hand, and enjoyed the very pretty view in front of her. Darkness bless birthdays, alcohol, and pretty males who kissed.

Happy birthday, Karla.

Warren had never heard that noise, the growly sort of purr, come from anybody but himself before. It was novel, and it prompted a return growl of his own as he pulled Jack a little closer with his wing, pressing his chest up against Jack's. Did he like them strong? Because Warren's upper body strength was nothing to sneeze at, given the proportionate muscle mass it took to get him off the ground.

If his claws were snagging in Jack's clothing, he hardly noticed. He'd apologize later for any inevitable tears, though. In the meantime, he was quite happy to keep kissing. He wouldn't even have to come up for air for quite some time.

Edited 2014-05-01 22:31 (UTC)

Jack felt the prick of the claws through his jacket, but it didn't exactly bother him -- he liked that kind of pain mixed with his pleasure. And between that solid, warm chest and the wing around his back, there was plenty of pleasure to be had.

Eventually, he was the one who pulled away just barely enough for a gasp of breath.

"Happy birthday," he whispered against Warren's cheek.

"And now you see who the really lucky one is in this relationship," Karla observed from her seat, color high in her cheeks. She sat primly, ankles crossed as befitting a lady, though the keen-eyed among the crowd might notice her breathing had sped up a bit and the occasional shift of her weight in the chair.

Mother Night, she wasn't made of stone!

Licking her lips, she reached for another glass of...whatever was closest to hand. "That, my darlings, managed to be scorching hot even from over here."

Warren gave another low chuckle, practically a rumble somewhere deep in his chest, content to lean against Jack a moment more before leaning back to glance at Karla.

"Good to know you enjoyed my birthday kiss almost as much as I did."

And he had enjoyed it very much.

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