006 ┼ I'm Finding Me Out, I'm Having My Doubts, I'm Losing the Best of Me

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Who: Luci & YOU
What: You know what sucks? Everything about the last festival-- especially all the chaos and running. You know what's probably a good idea? Ignoring all of that and having a party. On a yacht.
When: May 20th
Where: The bay outside Vista City
Warnings: IT'S A CARNIVAL CRUISE...!

((Luci just got a strange pay bump and she's using it to regroup after the intense clusterfuck at the last festival-- she's still not sure exactly what happened there, but even though it's probably significant, she'd rather celebrate like one usually does after a lot of work. By renting a yacht for a night. Like people usually do.))





((It's a nice boat. Plenty of food, a couple of bartenders, fire pits, couches, swimsuits for those who need, and music of course. The party is, of course, invite only to keep the paparazzi and gatecrashers and people looking to turn this into a work-venture out, but Luci's given the bouncer clearance to let friends of guests and anybody who seems interesting in-- she knows Luci's type.))

((Try not to get too blitzed and fall overboard!))

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[traumatizing]

[Wow.]

[Terry pats her stomach, since it's the nearest part of her now.]

Okay, well. We'll do a Twitter call. [And he gestures with an outstretched hand, like reading off his phone.] "You: Blue curls, green eyes, totally stunning. Me: A devil in need of a new muse." Followed by some kind of music-based innuendo.

HEY YOU DID IT TODAY 8D

[stylistic_disloyalty]

"What's the difference between a soprano and a Porche? Not many people have been inside a Porche."

[She pulls her hands away from her face and smiles weakly at Terry.] You gonna find my beautiful Persephone for me?

8Db

[traumatizing]

[He snorts at that terrible joke and shakes his head with a smile down at Luci.]

Of course I am.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

You're a good friend, Terry. [Luci says this while wrapping her arms around his waist and trying to drag him down for some cuddling. She felt like shit for most of the party, she's probably going to fell like shit in the morning, feeling good now sounds like a great idea.]

Where would I be without you, and Yuffie, and Xanxus, and Squalo, and... [She frowns and sighs after a moment.] I guess I have to get used to that idea soon.

[traumatizing]

[He lays down with a small laugh and plants a kiss on Luci's forehead, the way she has so many times with him, curling his arms around her almost protectively.]

Get used to what idea?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Everybody's gotta get the fuck outta here, Terry. [She presses her forehead into his shoulder, in a strange hug-me-but-get-away fashion.] Santiago is using us in some supernatural-romance-novel-battery-powered-plan and people are wising up and getting out. And you should too. You have to get Yuffie to go.

[traumatizing]

What about you?

[He's 500% on board, but he doesn't want to leave Luci here any more than he wants to leave anyone else.]

[stylistic_disloyalty]

I gotta stay. [She pulls off a sardonic smile, even when drunk.] Lesedi isn't going to let me go, she owns more of me than I do now.

[traumatizing]

Then fucking take it back.

[He's... resolute. Aware he's talking to a drunk person who seems to have one hell of a martyr complex, but. He can't just watch her let Lesedi claw her way in even deeper.]

She doesn't own us, she stole us.