Love Your Memory. [Anya/Ginger]

[Anya™]

Ginger stood there, her arms in the air, and her eyes rolled upward while waiting until he was done. Her eyes locked on a piece of hair suddenly, her brows furrowing slightly. She began to blow at it, try to get it out of the front of her face, but to no avail. With a scowl, she tossed her head to the right, making the lock of hair move to the side. Ginger held a triumphant smile, looking up at Solo. "Drunk? I doubt it. I don't get drunk that easily...." she said. "Well.. at least I think I don't. I think I may be a more... fun.. person to be around... I think." She had tilted her head again, to the right this time, a brow arched.

With a sigh, Ginger looked down, then back up at Solo. "You know you don't have to put fifty layers of this stuff on me. Its not like I'm going to do anything crazy like carry a knife or a pair of scissors while running around the place like a crazed maniac. I mean... I may have had a little to drink, but that doesn't make me lose all sense of reality," she said with a smirk, her brow still raised. "Now, men on the other hand, they're all weird when it comes to drinking and stuff. I mean, they get all psycho weird and start babbling about absolutely nothing that makes sense to us women. I personally wouldn't know what to do with a drunk guy, only because I've never had to deal with one before."

[Cobalt]

"Oh, goodness what am I to do with you..." Solo chuckled clandestinely at Ginger's hypocritical behavior, clipping on the edge of the bandage with an amiable smirk. He found her to be quite hypocritical, considering he found her to be quite an odd drunk herself. All women were it seemed. It was all in perspective. Solo could only hope Ging never caught himself drunk. He wasn't so much 'psycho weird and babbling about absolutely nothing' as much as just plain 'psycho'. She was humorous though, adorable actually, but was certainly going to be a sick little puppy in the morning. The bandage had been wrapped, Solo pulled out one of his black cotton t-shirts and tossed it to her, more comfortable than her old smelly one.

"You're spending the night here. You can have the bed," he informed, going into the bathroom to wash his hands. Looking up in the mirror to wash the smudge off his face as well. The water felt cool, so he splashed his face a bit more to freshen up, flicking his slightly damp dark brown hair back; allowing her to change into his shirt during this time if she wished. Walking out he started to unwrap his own wound, leaning in the doorway as he briskly unwounded his right arm; keeping an eye on her. She couldn't get into that much trouble in a small room, could she?

[Anya™]

She caught the shirt, flashing him a grin when as she watched him walk away. When he was gone, Ginger slipped the shirt over her head. After straightening the shirt, she pulled off her shoes and socks, sticking them under the bed. She then worked at her pants, sliding them off to briefly reveal her matching lace bikini panties. If she was spending the night, she definitely would make herself comfortable just because she hadn't really slept in a bed since two weeks ago. Straightening the shirt, which the hem was just above mid-thigh, she looked around the room and such, feeling slightly more in control of her brain, but still likely enough to go crazy again should given the perfect moment. Ginger snatched up her dirty clothes, folded them lazily into a mess, and dropped them on the floor next to her shoes and socks.

Ginger looked at Solo then, noticing that he was standing in the bathroom doorway. She crossed her arms. "You know... you need color in this room. Like blue or green, maybe a splash of black or red, too. White is really boring and pointless..." she said, giving a slight shrug. Her icy orbs then lowered to the ground to fix onto the whiskey bottle, then the went back up to Solo's face with a brow arched. "And you better put that away or drink it before I do. Sooner or later, I'll find some hidden stash somewhere and I'll most likely drink a few bottles." An innocent smile curved her mouth, but she was actually telling the truth. When she got addicted, she wouldn't stop until she got sick quite a few times. She was an odd girl.

[Cobalt]

"Hey, you wanna be my interior decorator, go right ahead sweetcheeks," he grinned down at her two legs poking out from his shirt; but found himself lagging in pace to her energy. He walked past her casually, tossing his dirty bandage into the trash can, rubbing his arm gingerly. The injury consisted of five pale red lines, like a cat's grip. Four on the top and one on the bottom, dangerously close to his artery for comfort. He swaggered over the the bottle with a sigh, picking it up and swishing around the little amount of contents left. Solo took a swig of it to give him a bit of a boost, some color back to his cheeks, and turned around with a cunning smirk.

"Ya know, you look good in my shirt," he grinned, taking another small, bitter gulp, "and you won't find my hidden stash. Besides, another sip of the stuff I got and you'll be regretting it. You'll have to find some other way to get intoxicated," Solo grinned teasingly, feeling a bit better himself and setting the bottle down on the sidetable. A little was all he needed for a pick-me-up. But two people feeling too damn good wasn't exactly the best thing, even if it was the funnest.

[Anya™]

Ginger turned around, her icy orbs following him as he passed her. She caught the injury on his arm, but he probably wouldn't like having her cause a scene. Plus he looked perfectly fine to her. She arched a brow, tilted her head when he told her she wouldn't find his stash, and put her hands on her hips. "Really? I bet I could find it one way or another, fair or not," she said with a mischivous smirk on her mouth. And she knew exactly how to do it, seeing as it wasn't too hard to see one of his weaknesses. Ginger walked over to him until she was standing squarely in front of him, her head tilted up to look straight at his face. She crossed her arms over her stomach loosely, shifting most of her weight to her left leg.

"I rarely play fair. And I never regret anything I put my mind to. I'm about as stubborn as they come, hotstuff, so you better make sure you really want me spending the night. I will raid this room up and down, left to right, inside and out. If I can't get to something, I will most definitely find a way to get through," she said in a matter-of-factly tone. "Oh, and since I'm just full of energy, I'll probably be up nearly all night. So I guess the circumstances are just right for me to raid a room with yummy whiskey just waiting to be found." Ginger's icy orbs flashed a dare to kick to her out, to leave her completely stranded in this place with an injury to the side and no real place to spend the night at. Oh how fun it was to pick on Solo.

[Cobalt]

"Hahaha, oh, let's make love," Solo laughed outwardly, muttering under his breath in a sarcastic manner. He looked down on her livid blue eyes with a smile. So she really was quite the alcoholic... Hmm, it seemed problimatic, but not at the moment. No, it was cute at the moment, not disgusting or troublesome. He thought over where the rest of his stash was momentarily, under the second tile to the left which made up the tiled floor in the bathroom. It had a small chip in the side, enough to get half a finger under. There wasn't much left, just some vodka and half another bottle of whiskey. There was no doubt that she could (and would) find it eventually. Anyone with cat senses could.

"It really does something to a man's ego when all you want from him is a drink. Am I not as satiable as a bottle of liquor to you?" Solo implored her with a devious grin, venturing enough to stroke the bottom of her chin softly with the back of his fingers. Its the choices that you make which determine your survival, your fresh start, but sometimes the the call of your old life is just too much. Touching wasn't a problem Cobalt had. Cobalt never worried about such survival trifles. He had no reason to, because until recently Cobalt was invincible. Solo yearned to feel invincible once again.



(OOC: Ugh...)

[Anya™]

Ginger looked up at him with an arched brow, a slight smirk to the corner of her mouth when she caught his quiet comment. Her eyes wandered down to his arm, his right one with the injury. Her own right hand lifted and moved along the injury very lightly, her mind trying to work through the foggyness that had rolled in due to the whiskey. "Truthfully, hotstuff, I'm not sure what you're like. You've changed a lot since we first met," she said quietly. She didn't notice that she had leaned in closer to him at his touch, but she did feel the butterflies in her stomach. Ginger looked back up at him, her icy orbs holding a feeling she rarely showed anyone at all--her trust and care.

Her mind screamed at her to back away, to go get sick or to get some sleep, but at the same time, the alchohol told her to do other things. She had never been in a serious physical relationship before, one night or not. Ginger had only gotten letters from crazed club fans and such, threatening to hunt her down and take her any way they could. Those letters were the reason why she tried to keep her schedule in low profile and move between many cities to prevent it from happening. But she couldn't just do that here, and she was also intoxicated, motivating her thoughts and moves.

Ginger bit her lower lip lightly, her gaze moving across his face. What was he thinking at that moment? Was he as far away as she was, thinking the feeling was just lust? It probably was, but she didn't really care. "Solo... I know we don't really know each other and I'm not sure how much of a friendship we have... but.. I don't want you to hurt me. There aren't many people I'd allow to have my trust, but you earned it." Ginger knew it might have sounded weird and it was probably said at the wrong time, but she thought it was better than later. And poor Ginger was oblivious to the fact that her friend had died in the emergency room after her battle in the Cage.

[Cobalt]

Solo's hand dropped to his side listlessly as her solemn words hit him like a bag of bricks. What was he doing? What was he thinking? Taking advantage of a drunk. Just a stupid old trick that damn Cobalt was trying to pry into his skull. Within this scrawny, lanky, shifter was a battle between the two dichotomies. The old and the new. The dead and the alive. Solo wanted nothing more to cut that part of his life right out of him, but it couldn't be done. Could never truely will the past away.

Solo turned from her, suddenly looking exhausted. He shook his head in disdain of the predicament. Ginger had trust in him. They were friends of only two days of knowing each other. Solo couldn't just sleep with her while she was in this drunken state; however she seemed so sober about now. Solo's frame glided over to the bed and fell backwards onto it with a huff; the white covers puffing out around him. Resting a hand near his head and the other across his stomach, he stared to the ceiling listlessly.

"Oh, nevermind. It's the drink, it's screwing with my head. Don't allow me to seduce you, Ginger. You're a smart girl, but I bid you to not let me take advantage of you. You may trust me, yes, but sometimes... Sometimes I'm not myself," his words came out languid and dry, precarious, and followed by a heavy suspiration, "You should go to sleep. It's late, and you and I both know you'll never find my stash." he continued, however ending in a slightly teasing tone. He didn't want the mood to drop that much. Solo tried to save it if he could with his devious grin.

[Anya™]

Ginger's hands fell to her sides as well, just as Solo walked away. Her icy blue eyes followed him and a shiver went down her spine. She crossed her arms under her breasts, putting most of her weight on one leg as she listened. At the end confession, she arched a brow and a grin responded in challenge. "Maybe not, but that doesn't mean I still won't try," she said, moving over to his bed and kneeling on the ground. "Maybe.. its hidden under your floor under your bed." She dropped to the ground on her hands, fiddling with the blankets and sheets hanging over the edge to stick her head under the fluffy bed. Finding nothing to give her a hint, she sat back up and rested her head on her arms across the white sheets, looking at him.

"Nope, not there... Maybe it's hidden in your dressers. I know I'd hide stuff in there. Way in the back in a secret compartment hidden by socks, bras, and panties," she said with a wide smirk. Oh how she loved to tease Solo. It was too easy anymore. She rolled her eyes dramatically, the smirk still on her face and spoke in a melodramatic voice. "I know no one would ever look there. Not in a million years..." No matter how hard she tried to keep her pose, it didn't work and she busted out laughing, burying her face in the sheets as her shoulders shook with laughter.

"Come on, Grumpy," she said, poking him in the side. "Don't get all boring on me now. Its no fun if you just lay there and stare at the ceiling all night until I go to sleep. I'm far from sleepy, by the way. And if you fall asleep before I do, you're gonna regret it." Though she doubted it would happen. But if it did, and he had shaving cream, she would have so much fun. Yes, red hair means bad temper, but she could be just like a kid. Maybe too much like a kid.

[Cobalt]

"Ai!" Solo writhed suddenly into a ball when she poked his side, not flinchy this time, but actually... ticklish. He dug his face into his knees to prevent her from seeing his smiling face. Controlling himself quickly, Solo jumped up, sitting criss-cross on the bed with a dubious look upon his squarish facee; dark curly hair flicking in odd directions. He gave Ginger a wiry look through his teasing, glinting green eyes. She wouldn't dare to do anything while he was asleep, would she? Ah.... the little brat. Solo would never get any sleep at this rate. He glanced to his drawers, nothing in there but a wallet and some smokes.

"You're so stupid. Let's just play spin-the-bottle and call this a sleep-over," he rolled his eyes, adding a sarcastic grin, "I swear, if I find my underwear in any odd places tomorrow I will hunt you down." he stated, stretching out his back from his sitting position like a cat. From the base of his spine to the tip of his skull Solo flexed, slounching back down with a heavy exhale. She was so... different. Sober, she was such a stiff biotch, drunk, she was as naive as a child. Interesting, perchance, to get a grasp of what she was all about. Was it just an act? A barrier liken to the one he utilized? Who knew, but the mind behind her vivacious sky eyes.

[Anya™]

Ginger laughed at his comment, hugging the sheets to her face. "No way am I touching your underwear. I don't know what you do with them. I don't even know if you wash them," she said, peeking over the sheets. She scrambled onto the bed, then, staring at him with her head tilted to the right. "And I'm not stupid. Just very very odd in the mind and over-hyper at times. Its in my blood, y'know. I can't seem to help it." She poked him again, kind of enjoying the reaction she had gotten. Maybe he'd actually get the idea to fight her off the hard way. "Come on, you big lazy loser."

[Cobalt]

"Don't provoke the animals, sweet-cheeks," he laughed, flinching away from her poke. As her hand withdrew an idea came to his mind. In a second's flash, with his cheetah-like dexterity and agility, sprang from his position. He grabbed at her arm, pouncing on top of her to pin her to the bed in a playful, animalistic manner like in the movie "Lion King". However, didn't Nala, the female, always win those bouts? The thought didn't cross his mind fully, acting on impulse. A large grin appeared on his face, having too much fun to care about anything.

[Anya™]

Ginger let out a small yelp, but ended up laughing when her head hit the bed. "I guess that small lethal poke did you in, didn't it? And here I thought you said you were the 'egotistical, arrogant, save-himself, runaway Solo,'" she said with a bright grin. She took a hold of his hands, one at a time, moving them to her lower arms so she could prop herself up on her elbows. Ginger then smiled up at him, crossing her ankles. "Y'know, for such an egotistical, arrogant guy, you don't seem very egotistical or arrogant... Hell, if you really wanna hear something, I think you're just a big kind-hearted fellow deep down inside. You just need some warmin' up." She nuzzled her face against his neck, a slight purr emitting from her throat like a small house cat. After every minute she spent with him, it felt like she'd known him for more than just a couple of days.

[Cobalt]

"Aw, that was quite heart-felt of you, now? Quite unlikely to your usual self, I must say. But if you would take a minute to notice, the less pugnacious you are, the less 'egotistical' I am. With you like this I have no reason to guard myself. Just remember that when you're sober," he grinned widely, arching his neck gingerly around her skull, a soft rumble vibrating deep within his vocal cords, soundless, but aliken to her contented pur. It was a bit... odd; this cat-like fetish, but feline was in their blood. It would be a perfectly natural thing to transpose their creature into their human lives.

It was foreign for Solo to show such affections for another. He'd never had a true love before; but wait... Love. This, this couldn't be love. Why was he even thinking of the word? Love. Love. Psssh. She was drunk. It was just an illusion. It wouldn't last past the morning. However, for now, it felt... Good. A little bit of sanctity in this hell; even if for a single night. Oh, but to stop this dreadful lament! How he would keep going over this reverie in his head. Call it what you want it, Solo, but keep in mind that nothing worthwhile ever comes to you and nothing good ever happens to you. You're a terrible person, a horrible person, and no late night serenades are going to change that. The truth will come out eventually, and you'll be hated for it. You'll be loathed. Go ahead, Solo, have your night, but you can't have her. You're not what she needs. You're not what anybody needs.

Solo lessened his grip, moving off of on top of her a bit so that they were sitting side by side. No edvidence of his thoughts came to pass, but his purring ceased a tad. He still held his intelligent gaze and witty smirk. It seemed as though Ginger's vivacity surged within him a like, only to be dampered at the back of his mind. His gentle hand moved, softly stroking her vibrant hair. Solo looked down at her sharply, and with a latent words, finally gave in.

"Under the loose tile in the bathroom, sweet-cheeks," he stated, nothing more, nothing less to his tone or voice.

[Anya™]

Ginger sat up, giving him an awkward look. "The bathroom?" she asked, her voice dropping an octave. "In all places, you'd hide it in the bathroom under the floor? Do you even know what could live under there?! There could be rolly-pollies or ants or... spiders!" A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of arachnids, the creepy crawly eight-legged freaks. Ginger glanced toward the bathroom, grimaced, and moved closer to Solo. "Y'know, you sure do know how to deprive a woman of what she needs.. or at least one of the things."

She turned her head up and looked at him with her icy orbs, a smile on her face. But it began to fade slightly when she locked eyes. He seemed alone, bereft, something someone shouldn't really feel. Ginger's gaze dropped to the bed, then back to the bathroom. All this time I thought he was okay, loving the fact that he didn't have to care for someone. But maybe he only makes himself seem that way... she thought, biting her lower lip. With a sigh, she leaned back across his lap, looking up at him. "I don't think I really need it. All my life I was always dependant on my singing and drinking. But I don't wanna be like my father... He drank all the time and eventually died because of it. Not only that, but he had a tumor in his head too..." She shrugged lightly, not really caring for the subject of her father. He had deserved every last consequence that hit him before it finally claimed him.