There were alot of things Champagne could say she regretted. Sleeping with Ivan, sleeping with Summersend, sleeping with Elysium, sleeping with Dee...mostly sleeping with people. It was, arguably, what she was kind of good at, being in a position where people used her body for stress relief, it was only right she used the people around her for the same thing, right? Perhaps that argument could be held up if it wasn't for her current situation she woke up to that morning, exhausted, hung over, and very much not alone.
Perhaps it had been that last glass of whiskey before she went to bed that had been a tipping point for her slow, angry simmer of emotions, or perhaps it was she displacing her own daddy issues onto Asimov when she had later swayed herself to wherever the ex-godfather had been after his tense welcoming, or maybe it had been Morphy's words that had struck a nerve, reminding her as she stared at the crimson kitsune of his sister who did a similar thing to her own children, but either way, it hadn't been pretty. Starting out icy, cold, she had berated him for leaving Dee and his family, his clan he supposedly cared so much about, her family's passive-aggressive nature taking hold of her, her petty grudge holding, but it quickly devolved into her very straight-forwardly insulting him-she's pretty sure somewhere in her teary-eyed yelling she called him either Troubledlove or Kaia, maybe both, she can't recall too clearly-and crying at him messily, hitting the larger man with sheathed paws, angrily throwing pillows and other things around in her little tantrum, her memory of his own responses blurred, might aswell nonexistant but she knew he had responded accordingly. And as all things, her emotions had crescendoed and crashed until they both stood near eachother, breathless, tense, and, well... one thing led to another and now she had woken up, hungover in her own bed in Asimov's arms.
After stewing some more as the memories flooded back, angrily, she let out a quiet, wordless shout, grabbing a pillow to hit him in the head, teeth bared as she held the pillow. Her claws tore the silk sheet that encased it and even the pillow itself, the feathers fluffing out as she lashed her tail, the vampiress hissing angrily, "I can't believe you! Fuck-!" Even though her anger had returned, she shook, mind racing, panicky, as she thought feverishly about Dee. This would devastate him. She remembered how Dee had responded when Asimov left, his cries that all men were the same, words that echoed her own when she had been interested in a handful of boys when she first joined, and now, here she was, sleeping with her best-friend's ex boyfriend! Good job, Champagne! You really earned your place as fucking host capo, huh?! "Wake up!" She snapped, the panic lacing into her voice as her muscles tense to slap him with the pillow again, very set on chasing the ex-godfather out of her bed, out of her room.
// ASIMOV hehehehe
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