Drusilla is walking down the hallways of the dorms, smiling, and stopping occasionally to listen to something that no one else hears. She seems...cheerful.
"We're going to have a party," says Drusilla softly, leaning in and whispering in Angelus' ear as she trails her fingers down his throat. "With rum and punch."
"Everyone's going to play," said Drusilla, scraping his skin ever so lightly with her sharp fingernails. "But not everyone will have nearly the fun that we do. Poor little babies. So lost and alone. So--" She purrs softly in Angelus' ear. "So sweet and tender."
"I always have been," said Drusilla archly. "But you haven't been listening." She flattened one palm against Angelus' chest as he lifted her up. "What will you do until the party starts?"
OOC: Er, I'm at work here, so we shouldn't go too much farther than PG, maybe PG-13 level stuff.
"They make the most musical sounds when they hit the floor," said Drusilla dreamily, swaying into Angelus' arm and leaning her head on his shoulder. "I've missed that sound so terribly."
OOC: OTOH, when the metaplot goes down, I'll hopefully be posting from home and we can cut loose. Pity the poor lost souls who read then.
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OOC: Er, I'm at work here, so we shouldn't go too much farther than PG, maybe PG-13 level stuff.
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OOC: OTOH, when the metaplot goes down, I'll hopefully be posting from home and we can cut loose. Pity the poor lost souls who read then.
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[ooc: Heh heh heh]
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