(seems like she always gets dragged into something, against her will by now included. the ghosts were rather pushy, more than their usual when cellinia finds herself brought into this party. her suit is nice, flourishing, and fancy for someone of her rank. rank nine meant that she gets more perks than some, but she isn't close enough to face cards just yet. maybe it's not that surprising she hasn't left rank nine yet because she prefers it that way. not too much trouble, unseen mostly for things without too many worries.
but, that's enough about that. what she's doing is trying to find a spot that she can be away from the crowd at. her cane taps the ground, and she almost feels like she's more out of place just wearing this. the stupid top hat included. while texas can say she knows these parties too well (being the sole daughter and child meant she must) they were never her kind of scene. not the way some could get in them. the expectation had been for her to find a future partner at another time and place, of course she hates the idea. she always would.
anyway, what she does is she looks rather apologetic for bumping into you while attempting to find a corner to hide in. that's her usual, even with alcohol and the like involved. she preferred club settings for heavier drinking, and she almost certainly would not be trying the drugs she sniffed around in the air.)
You get dragged here then too?
b. high rollers got that style.
(why was she in there? she's a rank below the number necessary for entering the oasis, but they didn't spot her coming in. seems like the guards missed it, but it did seem far better than what texas was dealing with downstairs. maybe not where she wound up at. she's in the parlor, the women there asking immediately to touch her tail, or her ears. texas of course tenses, and they got the idea to not be persistent. she's never done good on that without being eased into it, others were saying how cute they look while the wolf sits quietly with a thing of champagne.
and maybe a thing of chocolate that they pushed her way, that wasn't a surprise she took to it immediately in how her eyes lit up. the comments on her being adorable came back, but she's brushing those off as being people who didn't realize she's anything except for that. while she's eating her chocolate treats, she did look over in your direction next to her thoughtfully before:)
Did you want some? They pushed a lot on me and said I looked like I needed to eat more sweets.
(that or they really wanted her to stuff herself on chocolate and alcohol, for whatever reason they had in mind. any intentions can turn bad in this resort, she's learned this fast. never been her idea of a good time whenever they have to force something down their throats that screams trouble.)
c. world's unfriendliest alarm clock.
(having her own space meant that things were nice, the not so nice part is her immense confusion on the sorry ass state of her main bedroom. well. that, and feeling like her head was pounding before she catches the scent of someone else in there. someone who....was right beside her before immediately on instinct shoving you out of her bed. she reacted too quickly to tell if it's friend or stranger, but she's almost certainly embarrassed by being there and undressed with another person.
just. give her a second to calm down, she doesn't do this normally. not whenever it comes to having guests, visitors, or just about anyone staying over for the night. this just wasn't what she texas had expected to wake up to. not after that constant party, or after the alcohol that she was having shoved down her throat.)
Sorry.
(that's all that she could say about it, before she sees the "hangover cure" left on her nightstand with a brow raised. when did she get that? she doesn't remember seeing a paper bag before she crashed (hard at that) into her mattress. might as well not question it or dare to look at it.
she has a feeling this is anything other than a hangover aid.)
d. wildcard.
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texas ― arknights ― 9 of spades
but, that's enough about that. what she's doing is trying to find a spot that she can be away from the crowd at. her cane taps the ground, and she almost feels like she's more out of place just wearing this. the stupid top hat included. while texas can say she knows these parties too well (being the sole daughter and child meant she must) they were never her kind of scene. not the way some could get in them. the expectation had been for her to find a future partner at another time and place, of course she hates the idea. she always would.
anyway, what she does is she looks rather apologetic for bumping into you while attempting to find a corner to hide in. that's her usual, even with alcohol and the like involved. she preferred club settings for heavier drinking, and she almost certainly would not be trying the drugs she sniffed around in the air.)
You get dragged here then too?
b. high rollers got that style.
and maybe a thing of chocolate that they pushed her way, that wasn't a surprise she took to it immediately in how her eyes lit up. the comments on her being adorable came back, but she's brushing those off as being people who didn't realize she's anything except for that. while she's eating her chocolate treats, she did look over in your direction next to her thoughtfully before:)
Did you want some? They pushed a lot on me and said I looked like I needed to eat more sweets.
(that or they really wanted her to stuff herself on chocolate and alcohol, for whatever reason they had in mind. any intentions can turn bad in this resort, she's learned this fast. never been her idea of a good time whenever they have to force something down their throats that screams trouble.)
c. world's unfriendliest alarm clock.
just. give her a second to calm down, she doesn't do this normally. not whenever it comes to having guests, visitors, or just about anyone staying over for the night. this just wasn't what she texas had expected to wake up to. not after that constant party, or after the alcohol that she was having shoved down her throat.)
Sorry.
(that's all that she could say about it, before she sees the "hangover cure" left on her nightstand with a brow raised. when did she get that? she doesn't remember seeing a paper bag before she crashed (hard at that) into her mattress. might as well not question it or dare to look at it.
she has a feeling this is anything other than a hangover aid.)
d. wildcard.