User:Athena Hawkins/reee

"Well..." spoke the silver-robed mage whilst he was deep in thought, pacing from one end of the living room to the other. His small, kittenish-elfish-like ears bounced as his greasy black hair drifted over them, holding a three-pointed baton close to his chest. His head sharply turned one-sixty degrees to meet the eyes of a tall, muscular Texan cowgirl, sitting down in an expensive spruce armchair. The mage smiled a little as he rested his right elbow on the chair, leaning his cheek into his open palm as his other hand strokes his own baton weapon. Rain pattered harshly against the ivory glass windows, thunder crackling ominously overhead as the wormwood furniture wiggled and wobbled with the storm's sheer vibrant power. "I recognize what I did now, and I full apologize for breaking into your home. I should have knocked instead of assuming it was abandoned..."

''The cowgirl simply peered at the mage. He was like nothing she's ever seen... he looked neither like a man or woman, really, lacking masculinity yet not appearing feminine. His lack of body hair and smooth appearance made him look like a teenage woman that hadn't quite developed breasts, a sort of figure she never thought she'd ever see. His pristine, sexually appearing appearance and lack of pupils within his pure white eyes gave him such an otherworldly feeling and touch to his whole character, making the cowgirl shiver slightly as she spotted no wrinkles or real signs of damage in his skin, and instead glossed quietly over his long black fingernails and sharp-edged toenails. His face... some dried blood rested under his narrow eyes, but the way he smiled at her and the way he pronounced his guilt for barging into her home... it made her feel good.''

"Oh!" Whiskey Lager laughed to herself. She had been studying over Silver Zin's unusual body for so long that she had forgotten what she was even going to say to him. "Eyy, it's okay partner! I mean, ya should have knocked, doltface, but damn dude, yer somethin' special alright! Who the hell are ya, and where ya from?"

"My name is Silver Zin." calmly explained the mage. He was about a foot and a half shorter than the 7'10" mage, but he didn't seem intimidated at all by her height. He simply eyed her excellent body tone, something he's never seen on any woman, and her flashy, effective cowboy outfit. Her tan was so pleasant, thought Silver to himself as his head rested back in the wooden chair. "I don't have the confidence to wail about my origins or why I'm here, so I simply want to ask if I can share your home for a few days. I lost my only place to live right now, and need support."

''Whiskey laughed as she walked over to him, her boots squeaking on the floor, leaving flip-flop noises as she shifted her way over to him. Silver knew she had a strong background judging by just how well developed she was physically, and thought that maybe she came from Earth, thanks to her extremely good figure indicating she was raised in a place that was less resource-dependent than the Zaxinian Lifts was. Whiskey gently lowered herself onto Silver's lap, causing the mage to groan a little in pain as her ab-packed body crushed his torso and belly region - both were laughing within minutes though, as the pain started to ease away. Silver noticed how raspy, but feminine and bouncy Whiskey's tone was, while the cowgirl listened to his wispy, androgynous laugh that couldn't be seen as emerging from any kind of gender out there. Silver was a wild card, she thought to herself.''

"I'll let ya stay fer a bit!" giggled Whiskey as she laid right into his side. Despite the fact they have not known each other for more than 20 minutes - she was chasing him for barging into her house without permission not too long ago, and cornered him just five minutes ago, when she found he was too physically weak to keep outrunning her - she was already skin-to-skin against him. It wasn't a sexual thing to either of them; Silver was personally glad someone was able to tolerate his presence at the moment, while Whiskey was finally glad to have a person she could hang out with for a few days. To both of them, it was very comfortable. "Actually, ya know what? Stay as long as ya like, my house is your house. Just enter through the front door, 'kay?"

"What door did I enter though?" asked Silver in curiosity, his eyes fluttering as he still struggled to deal with the lighting of the lamps in the room. "I thought I was emerging through the front door..."

"Ya came in from the backyard, bud!" she laughed, ruffling his hair up a bit. Whiskey is a playful person, Silver thought as she messed up his greasy hair. He hadn't showered in a few days, but thanks to his lack of body odor issues, it was not apparent to Whiskey whatsoever. "See, you came in through a ripped-up screen door. The front door is a double-door with a special-lookin' keyhole. Ya need a penile keyhole to get in, 'tis the secret!"

''Both of them burst out into laughter again. They started to get kind of comfortable together, with Silver starting to admire just how friendly Whiskey was. Certainly was a change from General Scotch, he felt, because while Mr. Caramel was a stern person with very very strong morals, Whiskey seemed to be a lot more laid-back and relaxed in spite of their earlier skirmish. Whiskey yawned as she leaned into Silver's side, bringing him to let his small smile widen up a bit. He didn't even care at the moment if the Resistance wasn't too fond of his personal thoughts on the whole Mallory thing... he was just glad to be with someone that actually cared about him, at least if it's just a little bit. In 20 or so minutes, Whiskey's hands were running through Silver's slick black hair, thumbs arching around his tipped ears as one of her hands dug into his shoulder.''

"Hm, say..." began Whiskey, speaking more quietly as her rasping seemed to dissolve into that of pure thought. She sounded more feminine this way, though Silver personally preferred the testosterone tint in her standard voice, a thought he actually had little emotions about as Whiskey continued. "We should probably get somethin' to get, ya know? It's gettin' latish, bro..."

"Don't call me bro, please." murmured Silver as her let out a vaguely feminine yawn. "Yeah, I'd say we should go eat something... where do you want to go? What is your name, by the way...?"

"Aw shucks, it's Whiskey Lager!" she boomed out, laughing once again. She really liked laughing, Silver thought. Maybe she was just an optimistic person... a friend Silver's going to need. "Just call me Whiskey, Whisk, or Honey-boo!"

"Uhh... alright, Whisk." Silver chuckled quietly. "Do you want to go to the Bloodneck Pub in Hisplit? Chances are that things won't be too bad over there."

"Sure, mate!" grinned Whiskey, her grin spreading all the way across her cheeks as she high-fived Silver. Before he could even react, Whiskey was dragging him dominantly across the ground, bringing him to gag in surprise. "Let's goooo, honey!"

''The two left, with Silver barely able to move his limbs as Whiskey dragged him behind her like he was in her possession or something. In reality, Whiskey just really likes having friends, and Silver ended up being really easy to move around. Something told Whiskey they were going to get along just fine.''