she's poison, baby. (RAE !)

[mae]

though if Matt and Raelena aren't interested, it's open.

"Rae? Rae? Raelena!"

Mae was leaning over the bar at The Cave, calling for her ever-charming friend Raelena St. John and trying to ignore how the rest of the patrons were blatantly staring at her ass. Though truthfully, it wasn't too much of a challenge considering that Mae already had a few drinks swimming in her veins and therefore, found it hard to concentrate on anything for more than a minute.

"Raeeee." Her tone was bordering on a whine now, and her lips had already curled into an expert pout, an expression that her little sister often tried to replicate with only half-success. Mae's sharp purple eyes flickered back and forth down the bar and to the doors that led to various backrooms and storage spaces, still waiting for her friend to suddenly appear from one. The bouncer and one of the dancers had told her that the last spotted their boss behind the bar, and Mae had too much Tequila pumping in her blood to even visit the idea that Rae could have disappeared off somewhere else since then. The other reason this possibility didn't occur to Mae was just because she was an incredibly selfish being, and was under the impression that if she was here, and wanted to see Rae, then Rae should be here too, immediately, instead of off running her club or singing or doing something else that was just terribly trivial.

Leaning over the bar again, Mae sighed dramatically, her jet black waves of hair washing around her shoulders and dark pout, causing the expression to somehow look even more convincing. She was dressed in a casual enough top, the jersey tank top hanging off her curves and leaving a little more room for imagination that she usually preferred. Her legs though, were on display in a short denim skirt as per usual, with lethal black boots crawling up to her knees and leaving her tanned and toned thighs bare.

"Rae, I miss you!" She'd try just once more before growing terribly bored and disappearing off into the club and crowd behind her.

[Raelena St. John]

Some people have a shoulder angel and a shoulder demon to argue with. The angel takes up the side of right, and insists that the person do all that is good and decent. The devil takes up the side of wrong, and insists the person do things that are, well, bad and indecent.

Rae's angel quit at about age thirteen.

The rockstar had heard her friend's call on at the first Rae. While Rae had been busy running a club, she did have slightly better hearing then most. And it wasn't as if Mae was being particularly quiet, after all. However, Rae still bore a bit of a grudge toward her old friend.

You see, the last time Rae had seen Mae, the rockstar had been hornier then a fourteen year old at a nudie show. A flash of breasts or a pair of legs would have sent Rae spiraling over the edge. And Mae happened to have some of the most appealing features of any girl that Rae knew. But the model had ignored Rae, for a boy no less.

Rae's need hadn't exactly diminished though. Yes, she'd managed to have an enjoyable tryst since she'd last seen Mae.

One.

And Rae's girlfriend had recently moved on to the heavy petting and snogging phase. Which would be all well and good, if they actually bothered to finish things out. But nooooo, Eve wasn't "ready," and Rae wasn't quite to the point of raping her girlfriend just yet.

In the end, it was actually Rae's friendship with Mae that won her over. Well, that and legs, of which Mae had one of the finest pair.

"Miss me, eh?" asked Rae. She moved out of the crowd, which parted like the Red Sea. The rockstar wore skin-tight black pants, a dark dress shirt, and black tie with wild white zig-zags upon it. In other words, hot without looking for it.

Rae walked right up to Mae, planted a quick one on the model's lips (because she could), and grinned at her friend. "Wha's oop, lass? Ye been hidin' from me or someit?"

She crooked a finger at the bartender, who immediately began mixing drinks for the pretty ladies.

"Love it when ye show oop. Th' self esteem o' e'ery lass in th' room turns ta s**te," Rae showed teeth as she grinned at Mae. "'cept mine, o' course."

[mae]

Mae smiled at the sight of her friend, leaning forward to meet the rock star's kiss because they were significantly different in height. Rae, for all her fire and voice, was more on the petite side of the scale, while Mae with her mile-long legs and jet black pumps, tended to towered over most other girls.

"Of course not, I've just been busy love." Leaning against the bar, the Lycan smiled wolfishly, reaching out to tuck away a blonde strand from Raelena's face as she spoke. Between work in both L.A. and Europe, visits to her father in Harrow and a week spent in Cancun with some indie rocker she had picked up at a benefit show, Mae had been moving non-stop, and it was only when she had time to visit her baby sister that she could even think about swinging by to see the ever enticing Rae.

"Liar. You like when I come around because I'm fun to look at." Winking, the model shifted her weight to the foot as her smile tugged upwards at the corner, like some sort of private little joke. "But speaking of," Mae turned her attention back to Rae, examining the girl with little modesty before finally meeting the girls eyes with her own lethal purple gaze. "you look hot."

[Raelena St. John]

By now Rae was used to Mae's excuses. There were just some things you had to accept in unusual friendships. And one couldn't call what was going on with Rae and Mae anything but unusual. Kindred spirits with a good dollops of sexual tension, just to spice things up. For all that, there were few people that Rae enjoyed spending one on one time with more then Mae.

"F**k, lass," Rae rolled her eyes. "Ye could wear a bloody paper sack, an' ye'd be one o' th' hottest thin's in th' room."

She grinned at Mae, accepting the compliment with her usual amount of grace. Teeth shown in the dim light of the bar.

At that time, the bartender arrived. He recognized Mae immediately, and handed her a "usual drink." As he turned to leave, he shot Rae a significant look. Clearly the man already anticipated that Rae wouldn't be sleeping alone tonight, and like most of the staff, wanted her to remember a certain dragon before she did anything stupid.

Rae could rarely forget Eve. But a girl has needs, something Eve never did seem to get. Besides, the feelings Rae had for Mae were vastly different then the ones for Eve.

"So," Rae drawled, licking her lips, "ye want ta party, f**k, or drink?"

Those were pretty much the only options when the two got together...

[mae]

"Awh, you're so sweet," Mae pressed a hand to her chest, looking completely charmed for a half-second until the charade faded and she just shrugged with one of her usual, sweet-sounding laughs. The bartender sidled up with Mae's favorite drink and she blew him a kiss before scooping up her glass and taking a long sip, already buzzed, but itching for more.

"All of the above, please." The raven-haired girl's expression melted into a devious smirk at Rae's question. They definitely had seemed to of developed a steady - albeit strange - routine amongst Mae's scattered visits and unannounced drop-ins. If nothing else, one had to appreciate the honesty of it all.

"But first," she raised her glass to her lips before continuing, turning so that she could rest her elbow on the bar and face Rae in full, her eyes a deadly mix of curiosity and gravity. "What's this I hear about you having a girlfriend?" Word traveled fast in a small town, and Mae was always plugged into the grapevine. It wasn't as if she cared, not overmuch really, that Rae had found a semi-permanent girl toy, but she had never been one for tact or secrets, and this subject made her more curious than anything. That, and while she couldn't say she was jealous, she was perhaps a bit possessive.

[Raelena St. John]

Tact never really had existed between Mae and Rae. The question seemed perfectly in line, and certainly seemed a necessary follow up after an affirmative for sex. Of course, the sheer thought that Rae would be enjoying all that was Mae Davis at some point in the night was already clouding Rae's mind. Loyalty still attempted to battle, though it was a losing fight from the beginning.

She slid to a seat, cradling her drink. A drink was necessary for the following conversation, so Rae tilted it back, letting the liquid lubricate. "Name's Eve Stone. Hot as hell, an' I love her attitude. She an' I are someit serious, Mae."

Rae paused, looking at Mae, specifically her legs. "'cept, th' lass willnae put oot. Makes thin's hard on a lass, ye ken? Already cheated on 'er once..."

It had been worth it too. The pink-haired vixen had been one of the most enjoyable girls Rae had, had in a while. Just the memory caused a delighted smile to appear, certainly not the expression one should have when discussing cheating on one's significant other.

"Better nae meet 'er though," offered Rae, taking another drink, "an' if'n ye do, might nae want tae mention sleepin' wit' me. Lass is a bit... possessive."

Though this caused Rae to picture a fight between Mae and Eve, all over little ole Rae. Which only excited her, of course.

"Tis a weird feelin', bein' in a relationship. Makes m'usual a bit off."

[mae]

Mae slid onto a bar stool beside her friend, taking another long sip of her drink before tilting her head to side, looking at Rae so that she attempt to our all her attention into the upcoming story. The Lycan kept her mouth closed the entire time, biting her lip a few times until the other girl had finished speaking, and at once, a terribly wicked smirk bloomed.

"Fuck Rae, you're a terrible girlfriend." Mae finally pointed out, despite how obvious the fact already was, and not to mention, how little room Mae had to talk on the subject. In truth, the oldest Davis sister figured that for Rae to even attempt commitment with someone, especially someone that wasn't meeting the rock star's legendary libido, that someone had to be something incredible, and the idea unnerved Mae more than she cared to admit.

"I'll say whatever I want in front of the girl. It's not my fault she can't hold your interest." Eve may have been a war dragon, but Mae wasn't completely harmless herself. Not to mention stubborn, and constantly wearing shoes that doubled as deadly weapons. Emptying her glass, the model smiled over at her friend before flagging down another drink. "Don't worry, I'll play nice if I ever run into her."- at first.

"Relationships suck," It was both a note of cynicism and the voice of a die-hard party girl, a familiar tone that Elliot had eventually picked up somewhere along the way of following her older sister around. "They're just no fun, honestly. They lack purpose."

[Raelena St. John]

"Aye, I'm bloody awful," agreed Rae, chuckling. The thought shot another pang of guilt throughout her. Rae didn't want to be a terrible girlfriend. It was just that she was so lousy at it. Besides, her libido was far too terrible a monster to control, and it was far more enjoyable to simply feed it then destroy it. Her feelings were still intact, though she didn't know how Eve would particularly feel about that.

"Say wha'e'er th' f**k ye want," agreed Rae. "I jus' wanted tae warn ye, so ye cannae whine tae me if'n she kicks ye pretty little arse."

Rae took a drink, staring at the liquid for a while. Really, she should be more upset at the idea of her girlfriend getting into a fight with a friend of Rae's. But part of Rae actually wanted that. Rae had been trying her hardest; it was about time Eve did some work too.

"Relationships tain't too bad," argued Rae. "They suck when they tain't workin' as well as they should. Mine's f**kin' awful." Rae pulled a face. "But we'd be better if'n Eve would spread her legs e'ery once in a while," these last words left Rae's throat in a near growl, loads of frustration weighing down each syllable, "but tis good tae have someone wha' cares fir ye, really. I used tae be in a real serious one, afore I started m'whorin' ways."

Rae paused, taking another drink. The liquor was disappearing quickly, for some reason. "Still, there's someit tae be said fir jus' livin' on ye own. Freer, but a wee bit more hollow. I kinda like 'em both, really."

[mae]

"You're just making excuses," Mae pointed out, once again going for the tactless route that worked so well between the two girls. Mae hated relationships for a plethora of reasons, and so far, Rae and Eve seemed to be exhibiting a handful of them. They were obviously looking for qualities in the other that didn't exist, they were lying to each other, cheating, failing to meet each others needs, and blah, blah. "You need more than just 'I like you' to make a relationship work."

Taking a long sip of her newly-delivered drink, the Lycan sighed, before replacing the lazy sneer with a smile, looking over at Rae again. "Living for yourself is the only way to live, honestly." Mae loved her life, the jet-setting and the famous people and the complete and total lack of ties. She had always been a city girl, and no boy, or girl, could slow her down if they tried. Obviously, that's how she saw dating, as a hindrance.

[Raelena St. John]

"O' course I'm makin' excuses," agreed Rae, "an' ye hidin'." Tactless could go both ways. "Ye disnae want tae get bothered, so ye make oop reasons an' look fir problems. Eve an' I have problems. F**k, we're mostly a mess o' problems, but we tain't jus' givin' oop."

Rae took another sip, then stared at her drink some more. She wasn't quite sure if she wanted to continue to imbibe, or break it over Mae's head. Which meant that this was going to be a good night.

"I live fir m' mates too, Mae," offered Rae, glancing over. "If'n ye needed 'elp, I'd 'elp ye. Tain't jus' because ye a good lay either."

Rae polished off the drink, sliding it down the bar and away from her. when the bartender appeared, she flipped her hand up, dismissing the idea of a second before it was even proposed.

"We need ta talk aboot somethin' fun," suggested Rae. "Ye hear m'latest single yet? Topped th' charts."

[mae]

"You're giving up by sleeping around," Mae pointed out, but came across as charming as ever, not wanting her comment to cause her to end up sleeping alone tonight. The Scot's second comment caused Mae to roll her sharp purple eyes, taking a long sip from her drink before turning to her friend and pulling face.

"I know, I know. You can save the Hallmark crap love." Leaning over, the Lycan planted a loud kiss on Rae's cheek, a ridiculous sign of affection. Settling back into her seat, Mae took another long sip of her drink, frowning at the way Rae had turned her encore down. That, by general standards, meant Mae had to do the same.

"Don't they all? You're a bloody musical genius." Rae seemed to have incredible luck when it came to pleasing the masses. It was something they both had in common.

[Raelena St. John]

Despite Rae's word, she too wasn't quite ready to abandon the conversation. "Ye make me sound like a bloody whore," she snorted, as if this were far from the truth, "slept wit' one lass while datin' Eve. Two if'n ye feel oop ta it tonight."

They had that strange, unspoken agreement between each other. Friends, certainly. But if they wanted to screw around, that was perfectly alright too. Both were well aware of physical needs, and seemed to have a talent for getting the other off. A practical arrangement, really, though not without touches of affection.

"O' course all m' songs do," agreed Rae, winking, "ye tain't ne'er heard someit as good as me, an' ye ken it."

She turned slightly, wondering if she should add another drink. With Mae there was no need for coy flirting, and Mae wouldn't mind if Rae was drunk. But Rae wanted to remember the night, and experience it. So, not another drink, not quite yet.

"Ye doin' well yeself?" asked Rae, looking over at her friend. "Ye certainly look like business has been good lately. 'sides, twould give ye an excuse fir th' horrible way ye been avoidin' me."

ooc: Poison is misspelled in the title... it's driving me crazy.

[mae]

(haha, soz ! i didn't even notice. show's how attentive i am :/)

"Course I do darling." Mae laughed, crossing her legs as she leaned against the bar, toying with her glass absentmindedly. The subject was making her squirm, which was quite a feat in and of itself - though she wasn't absolutely sure if it was the talk of Rae having a girlfriend, or the talking of cheating in general, that was making her squeamish. Nonetheless, she dove readily into a change of subject.

"Yes, thankfully work's been good." It was always bizarre to call her lifestyle work, to say that having her picture taken and wearing the world's most famous names was a job, but it was indeed the lucky truth, and while Mae recognized she was one of the fortunate ones, that still didn't stop her from wanting more. "Spent last week in Milan at a fashion show, figured I would stop in and visit before heading back to L.A. in a few days," the Lycan shrugged listlessly, turning to Rae as cradling her head in her hand so she could lock eyes with the other girl.

"Work's work, nothing too special."

[Raelena St. John]

"Milan..." mused Rae, tapping her fingers. It sounded familiar... what had she done in Milan. Finally, Rae snapped her fingers, pointing, "Italian pop star."

She grinned and winked at Mae. "Was openin' fir some popular lass o'er there. Cannae remember 'er name fir th' life o' me. Big lips though. Really big lips..." Rae chuckled, "an' she screamed, a lot."

Rae chuckled, shaking her head. "Tha' was... a year an' a half ago, I ken. Last time I was o'er there. Beats th' hell oot o' here."

Now Rae needed another drink. she crooked a finger, summoning the bar tender. Two drinks wouldn't bother her. Besides, Mae would get suspicious if Rae didn't drink. By now Rae's friend had to know how the rockstar operated.

"Why th' f**k did th' Academy have tae pick th' middle o' f**kin' nowhere," grumbled Rae, rubbing her face. "If'n it werenae fir m'mates 'round here, I'd leave an' nae come back. But ye ken they wouldnae last a week wit'oot me tae fix their mess."

[mae]

"A year and a half is a lifetime." Mae wrinkled her nose, thinking of where she was in the world a year and a half ago. Somewhere between here and there, halfway between home and California, stuck firmly between her future and her past and soon headed for a violent detour. It had been a little over a year since the girl had been mauled on her way to the agency in New York, and at the thought she reached up to touch her shoulder, thinking of the pale scar that trailed along the curve of her back, marring her otherwise perfect skin - the only remaining outward mark of her nightmare.

Mae's lethal purple gaze watched as Rae flagged down another drink, her lips curling upwards at the corners as she motioned at the bartender to make another drink.

"I'm pretty sure the Academy is just trying out all the places at the top of 'Raelena's Least Favorite Places on the Entire Planet' list, you know, to encourage you and all your bad influencing to stay away from all the delicious and impressionable talent at the school." Mae laughed, a sound both sharp and sweet as the tender placed their drinks on the bar. She blew a kiss at the man before grabbing up her glass and raising it to Rae with a lopsided, albeit devious, expression.

"What shall we toast to?"