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Louise seemed grateful for the peace and quiet, but she’d still try to whisper to you whenever she caught a moment alone with you. She seemed to be enjoying Sun King’s company as well. The strange pyrokinetic had drifted over to her area after losing interest in Nico and Rintrah’s banter. You doubted that the minotaur could get drunk very easily, and you weren’t entirely sure how old Nico was, so you only gave her soda.
You could’ve sworn that you saw her sneak a red cup or two while she thought you weren’t looking, but you decided to let it slide, and not upset the dangerous witch. God knows that you were up to no good at that age, so you didn’t have much room to judge.
Julia was well into her cups by the time that the first movie was coming to a close, and her good cheer seemed to have infected all those around her. Reese was smiling without reservation now, no longer bothering to hide her sharp fangs. Alcohol seemed to affect her just the same as everybody else, but like Rintrah, her constitution was more resilient than most. She was bubbly and buzzed, whereas Jules was beginning to drift closer and closer towards the firm territory of “sloshed”. She nitpicked every little thing about the movie, which seemed to both annoy and amuse Madame Webb at the same time.
The old woman was drinking slowly, breathing in its notes and flavors, and savoring every sip. Even during informal gatherings, she maintained a certain type of dignity and elegance.
As the night went on, and the next movie on your playlist started, you began to realize that Madame Webb’s drinks were a bit stronger than you’d anticipated. You’ve never been a lightweight, and your super spider physiology only served to boost your metabolism to insane levels. Meaning that if you did manage to get drunk, you’d have to make an effort to maintain the buzz. And with slightly impaired judgment, came unusual behavior.
Usually, you were respectful of your peers, in the way that you wouldn’t say or do anything terribly inappropriate if they weren’t comfortable with that sort of behavior. Black Cat had a flirty personality, and you’ve explored Anastasia’s body thoroughly at this point. It was okay to let loose with them a little.
But as the night went on, those thoughts became more and more present in your mind. You weren’t a horndog by any means, but you couldn’t call yourself a warm-blooded male if you didn’t admit to yourself that the women in this room were looking damn fine right about now.
The feisty redhead by your side was getting increasingly familiar with you as her sense of reason slipped away with each passing hour. She was funny, cute, and a decent conversationalist. You were probably going to have to carry her upstairs after this.
Reese was fairly pretty as well, now that you were able to get a better look at her. She had a slim figure with sharp facial features, and you liked the way that her eyes glittered in the candlelight.
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