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A Halloween party is just in standard Coop fashion. He's had the house decked out for weeks now, he has loads of booze and food set up near the kitchen and on the deck, and he's invited pretty much everyone he knows--and in turn, he's pretty sure they've invited everyone they know--to tonight's festivities. He's already got guests mingling downstairs, and Coop is about halfway through getting into his Halloween costume on when the lights go out.
"Oh, you gotta be fucking shitting me."
He can already hear the sounds of his guests complaining downstairs, and Coop's already prepared to go check on the breakers when he realizes that something's a little bit off. Even for a blown fuse, everything seems a little too quiet, a little too dark, and he steps closer to his window to find that every house that's normally in sight is pitch black. Even the sky looks darker than usual, like the moon and stars have decided to take a night off, and he checks his cell phone to see if he's gotten any texts about what's going on yet, only to find that the service is spotty at best.
Coop abandons the rest of the costume that's laid out on his bed and uses the flashlight app on his phone to guide himself down the stairs. He'd sparked up the fireplace when the first of the guests had shown up but it doesn't do much to light up the room. Coop turns to face his guests--the ones whose faces he can see, at least--and offers a wide smile.
"I guess it's time to improvise. Everyone up for a giant orgy, raise your hand."
[OOC: You can be arriving at the party when the lights go out, you can already be there, you can be seeking refuge from the wraiths outside... Whatever you like! If your characters have been doing something and you want to come up with a reason why they're there for later in the evening, anything will do lmfao.
"Oh, you gotta be fucking shitting me."
He can already hear the sounds of his guests complaining downstairs, and Coop's already prepared to go check on the breakers when he realizes that something's a little bit off. Even for a blown fuse, everything seems a little too quiet, a little too dark, and he steps closer to his window to find that every house that's normally in sight is pitch black. Even the sky looks darker than usual, like the moon and stars have decided to take a night off, and he checks his cell phone to see if he's gotten any texts about what's going on yet, only to find that the service is spotty at best.
Coop abandons the rest of the costume that's laid out on his bed and uses the flashlight app on his phone to guide himself down the stairs. He'd sparked up the fireplace when the first of the guests had shown up but it doesn't do much to light up the room. Coop turns to face his guests--the ones whose faces he can see, at least--and offers a wide smile.
"I guess it's time to improvise. Everyone up for a giant orgy, raise your hand."
[OOC: You can be arriving at the party when the lights go out, you can already be there, you can be seeking refuge from the wraiths outside... Whatever you like! If your characters have been doing something and you want to come up with a reason why they're there for later in the evening, anything will do lmfao.
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She's teasing, of course, she knows he knows that she and Les are together in their own different sort of way, and she works for him now. Which she knows she all put him off limits, but she can't help it. He's sweet and he's exceptionally enjoyable to look at and it's not like he's ever toned down the flirting with her, so she thinks it's fair she does her best to return what he offers.
"I was out on the beach when the lights went out," she explains, lifting her leg to look at her swollen ankle. "Something rushed me and I tripped."
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"More booze and rest, those are my temporary prescriptions as a licensed veterinarian. A few makeout sessions here and there probably wouldn't hurt, I'm just saying. Hopefully your boss isn't a huge enough asshole to not let you have a few days off to recover."
He slides out from under the pillow so April can get more comfortable and scoots all the way to the end of the couch, draping an arm over the back. "You came with Caden, right?" He arches an eyebrow, smirking. "Does this mean Les can stop being such a goddamn cocktease now?"
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"Caden saved my ass out there on the beach," she admits. "I'm not much of a damsel, but he did the whole thing. Picked me up, carried me to his place, gave me some ice for my ankle." And she'd repaid him by turning into a monster, something she doesn't plan on repeating here. It's not that she thinks Coop will care, but for all that she likes him, she doesn't know him well. The fact that she's a siren isn't something she shares with everyone and with good reason.
"There was a chance for that to be all you," she teases, giving him a shrug and a wide-eyed look of innocence. "He just got there quicker than you did."