Bombin' in~

Check it mutie brethren ~ Your fun has just arrived in the form of a hot chickie no less. Aren't you guys lucky?

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[F2F] Tabby/Amara - Golden

Standing by the long line of people waiting to get inside, as well as a very tall and wide bouncer, was Matt. He was possibly one of the shortest men there, only about 5’6”, but he stood out by the sheer vibrancy of the colors he wore. His vest was lined with glowing neon tubing, and despite the cold, all he wore under it were two layers of long sleeved mesh tops, both of which ended in finger gloves. His pants were tight and vinyl, and he wore a pair of steel toed boots with them. His face was decorated with smokey black eyeshadow, with blue glitter, as well as midnight blue lipstick.

After ruffling the hair that had grown where it had previously been shaved on his head for his mohawk, he glanced up, spotting a girl who was more than likely the girl Tabby had asked him to greet at the door. Dawning a half smile, he walked over. “You must be Amara, then? Tabz wanted me to meet you at the door. Our bouncer can be a bit grumpy.” He didn’t offer out a hand, as it was an extremely rare thing for him to do. He didn’t quite like reaching out to people, and usually kept his hands to himself, especially with those he was on uncertain terms with. “Let’s get you inside, then.” he spun around, giving a quick gesture for her to follow.

He smiled at the bouncer, saying “She’s with me, that one.” pointing to Amara. The bouncer gave Amara a quick glance over, and nodded, stepping out of the way. There were a few audible moans from people in the line. As usual, the music was loud, and the bass was pumping to the beat of an amazing techno song Matt loved, but could never remember the title of. He pointed around the bar, shouting over the music, “She’s right there on stage, miss miss.”

Only an hour and a half into her shift and Tabitha was definitely sure of two things, maybe three. The first one was that this was probably the most fuckin’ fun she ever had working anywhere. She would have never thought that she would ever be paid for any kind of dancing she ever did. Not only that but this was the easiest job she had ever done. It was more than simple to just turn off her brain and lose herself in the sound of the music—let her body do what the beats told her to instead of having to try and figure out some strenuous packing/shipping numbers. The crowd..her “customers” were also cheering and following in her lead instead of screaming at her for getting their order wrong or whatever menial task they had demanded from her. She was pretty good at this. The second thing was that she was fucking thirsty. Out of her 20 years of living she was sure she never felt like she had swallowed a whole legion of deserts, even with her worst hangover it was a mere one or two deserts swallowed. The third thing she realized was that she fuckin’ loved Mattie for hooking her up. She could totally kiss the boy and right as she was swaying her hips to the newest mix of some already mixed song he was picking up her girl for her. 

Well, not her girl. Not yet, but Tabitha day dreamed about it constantly and in her minds eye, Amara Aquilla was her girl. Somehow between all her pulsating movements to the music she was able to keep a steady gaze upon the crowd; constantly watching for any sign of the Brazilian cutie she invited out today. There was still no sign of her, just the normal multi-colored glittering techno-ravers. Then it was like magic, Tabby twirled, twirled back and there she was standing amidst the crowd. She stuck out in her black clothing but even if she didn’t, Tabitha would have been able to pick her out easily and right away. 

Tabitha’s heart raced just a bit faster then and she grinned. For the last few minutes of this song she was determined to jam out—she always felt the need to show off for the smaller girl and that’s exactly what she did. She put all of her stored up, explosive energy into the rest of her dance ending in a boom—quite literally—to the last bass drop of the electronic music. Whoopsie daisy, she hoped Skid wouldn’t mind the extra pyro-kinetic special effects. She shot her boss an apologetic ‘my bad’ expression before pointing down in the crowd with an eager fashion and he shoo’d her off with an eye roll. Granting him a thankful thumbs up she jumped from her spot and began her journey through the crowd of people, seriously wishing she was moses at the moment. Another girl had already taken her place by the time she reached Amara. 

"Yo Amara, Chickie! You’re lookin’ hot tonight~" Tabitha shouted over the rise of the next song with a wink and threw her arms around the tanner girl, squeezing her tight before letting her go with a chuckle "Shit I’m totally covered in sweat, sorry! Was it easy to get in, Mattie got you right? I’m friggin’ thirsty as fuck c’mon" She then had her hand around the girls wrist and lead her to the quieter part of the club—the bar. She requested a water and turned to Amara "What do you want? You can get anything remember?" Tabz grinned, twisted off the cap and downright chugged half the bottle in five seconds. She was right, fuckin’ thirsty as all hell. 

(Source: amara-aquilla)

[f2f]Tabby/Matt: Sorry for party rockin’

“Oh this thing?” He jokingly pointed and looked down. “It’ll go away eventually. To be honest, I’m not all that in the mood for physicality.” He wasn’t lying; the idea of touching himself to get it out just didn’t suit him. Even with the E in his system he couldn’t find the mental urge to work for it. It wouldn’t take long for it to be out of the way, certainly. With a shrug, he sat down in his chair by the desk, watching her excitedly comment on the candy.

“You bet, girly.” He smirked, peeling his packet open. “Best food a raver can have. If we wore utility belts half of them would be filled with these, I swear.” he joked before pouring a small amount of the packet’s contents onto his tongue. Snap, pop, snap! He made a contented face while closing his mouth to let the small bits of candy crackle about his tongue.

"Fair enough." She then ripped open her package of pop rocks, dumped the whole thing in her mouth, chewed some and then stuck out her tongue and gone cross-eyed to watch the others fizzle and jump upon her tongue. It was entirely possible that being higher than the clouds made this candy all the more fuckin’ awesome. 

All in all, this self-discovery, although a tad bit awkward in itself..was well worth it. Once the candy disappeared she shot her friend a bright smile and noted “Yeah, it looks like its goin’ down, we can totally get back to dancing soon~” It was at that moment that she wondered what Amara was doing that second, she hadn’t seen that girl in over a year. I wonder if her smile is still just as beautiful..

"Wanna get back down there?" 

(Source: bombing-in)

[f2f]Tabby/Matt: Sorry for party rockin’

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“Likewise.” He agreed, a smile still on his lips. “I honestly wouldn’t have had the patience to deal with one of the annoying ‘club girls’ after telling them that I was gay.” He said ‘club girls’ with a sneer. Nightclubs hadn’t been what they used to be, since the new crowd showed up. Less dancing and partying, and more drinking, talking, and facebooking. It angered him to think about, but he was at least glad that Tech Drome was more of the classic style of raving. Drugs, dancing, bright lights, and loud music. That’s all you needed. Of course, the arcade in the basement made it even better, but that was an add-on.

He took another swig of water as he fetched a couple of packets of candy from a basket near the fridge. He handed one to her, faintly glowing blue eyes sparking a bit with enjoyment of her company. “You can be my fag-hag, and I’ll be your dyke-mike.”

"Ya know, apart of me is glad I found out this way and not when I walked in on you straddling some dude wearing a pair of my pumps" She joked..and then she got the mental image…and suddenly she was worried he’d look better in her pumps than she does. She shook her head to rid her brain of those images and flashed a toothy grin. "Hey man, I’ll be your fag-hag any day of the week. Except Sunday, I suffer the most nagging hangover headaches on sundays" 

She took that break in conversation to take a swig of her drink as she grabbed her candy—she did not realize how freaking hot it was in here..or how damn thirsty she was. Did she swallow a desert sometime between dancing and coming up here to mac? Then she remembered a little green clover that had started this whole thing. “So you uh, gonna take care of that?” she made a wanking gesture and pretty much straight forwardly pointed to his crotch. “It’ll probably get in the way of dancin’” She looked down to her packet of pop rocks. “Aw hell yeah, Watermelon! Mattie, you sure do know how to treat a girl”

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The feeling of her hot breath against his skin, her nails gently digging across his back as she took his shirt off, his bare skin feeling the warmth of her body. Within moments of her taking off his shirt, he reached down, slipping his hands underneath her halter and slowly lifting them up, keeping his hands flush to her skin as he did so.

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The feeling of her hot breath against his skin, her nails gently digging across his back as she took his shirt off, his bare skin feeling the warmth of her body. Within moments of her taking off his shirt, he reached down, slipping his hands underneath her halter and slowly lifting them up, keeping his hands flush to her skin as he did so.

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(Source: bombing-in)

[f2f]Tabby/Matt: Sorry for party rockin’

He bit his lip with lustful anticipation at the sensation of her soft lips against his skin. He could feel the tingling sensations shivering down his abdomen, making all the more aware of the urges he was experiencing. He let out a soft chuckle, moving her hair out of the way to tantalizingly grace his lips across the sensitive skin of her ear. “Follow me.” he whispered, taking a hold of her hand and guiding her out of the VIP floor. There was a flight of stairs not too far away, and he lead her through the crowd with a certain determination that let people know to part the way.

He went up the stairs, letting her hand go to hold the railing, but waving for her to follow. He reached the door, swinging it open to reveal his quarters. It looked nice enough to live comfortably in, but he didn’t care what she thought of the decor. All he cared was that there was a bed, as well as sound-proofed walls, windows, and doors. Once she was inside, he’d close the door behind her, take her by the shoulders, and press her against the wall. Not in a dominant way, but much more in a way that would make it quicker to get those clothes off.

It took a few seconds for Tabby to register that his words meant for her to move. This was only caused by the tickling sensation his lips planted against her ear that seemed to travel the long way down to her toes. It probably would’ve taken her a few more seconds to get her body to respond to her command to move if it weren’t for Matt’s own persistance and the tugging of her hand that brought her quickly out of her sense overload, the the VIP section and surprisingly easily through the mob of ravers and to the flight of stairs. 

She took hold of the cool railing and moved quicker than her body had ever deemed possible before, straight up the staircase and into his room staying only mere inches behind him the whole way; giggling in pure excitement and anticipation of the fun and pleasure that was sure to come in the next ten minutes. “I didn’t realize your were serious when you said you lived in the club, I thought you meant that totally figuratively” she managed to squeak out before being pinned to the wall. Her body reacted instantaneously; her back arched against the firm plaster and pushed her chest, stomach and hips tight up against his. There was no way in hell that she would ever care about the decor of his room; not in this state. All she cared was how long it would take to get out of her pants and the additional time it would take to get him out of his. 

She instead went a completely different route and found her arms wrapping around his neck once more, her fingers walked their way to the edge of his shirt before scooping up the fabric. With one swift motion and some minor friction from her nails catching ever so slightly to the skin of his back—his shirt was off and discarded to the side. Not even seconds later was she pressed up against his bare chest with her lips wrapped around the warm skin of his neck. 

(Source: bombing-in)

[f2f]Tabby/Matt: Sorry for party rockin’

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Tabby took one look at the plastic bag and the neon clovers it held and her eyes sparkled before granting the techno-mutant a hardy grin. “Shit Matt, really?” she stepped closer to him, trying to hide the bag as best she could from prying eyes—she didn’t know the bouncers feelings on drugs and the like. She definitely did not want these to be taken from them. 

“Shit man, I know! God it’s such a nice one too! I haven’t had these in awhile!” it was true, she never could buy her own and thus had to mooch from others which was a very hard feat to do when the drugs were premium. No one ever wanted to give those up for free. She was pure giddy while she watched him pluck the pill from his bag and with anxious hands she plucked it from him and said “So what?” and with a grin she stuck out her tongue and placed the colorful drug upon it before sucking it back in. “I feel a beautiful friendship spouting, Mattie boy. You are pure perfection~” 

A wide, toothy smile grew on his face as she enjoyed the pill. “Tabz, darling, you can be certain of it.” He said with a glint in his eye, popping a pill of his own. It didn’t take long at all for the effects to become evident. His pupile became wide as his body, mind, and soul all felt so much more aware and in tune with their surroundings. His body rocked and jived with the beats of the music, enjoying the sound of the electronic spheres chiming and humming.

His energy was so high. All he wanted to do was feel everything. He reached out, wrapping his arms around Tabby’s waist, lust above her hips, knowing full well that with the 7 Clovers in her system, she’d be just as open to it. He let out a warm laugh as he danced with her, then leaning his head against hers and taking a gentle whiff of her scent in. Everything was so much clearer, and she smelt so divinely sweet and citrusy.

“We should be having more fun that this.” he said into her ear, hoping it would get past the music. “Have anything in mind?”

She had forgotten how fast the good stuff kicked in. It started first with a tingling sensation she felt (and adored feeling) at the tips of her fingers that spread down her arms and into her spine. Her body simply never felt so alive, it was as if that small clover bought her neurons back from the dead. Her eyes shut tightly and her lips peeled into a satisfied grin as the electronic notes drifted into her ears and worked their way through her body sending it into a well worked out puppetry of a dance. 

When the mutant boy wrapped his arms about her waist it was as if she had never before felt human contact. A small purr of joy rumbled through her system while she stepped closer and closer yet so her whole was pressed against the boy and her arms were wrapped around his neck and her fingers tangled themselves in the soft sensations of his hair. Her hips kept their systematic gyrations to the music as if on auto pilot, the only difference was now every few seconds they bumped into the mind-numbing warmth of another pair. 

"Oh..I have plenty of things in mind, Mattie-boy and non are Disney rated.." she purred in a reply while nuzzling her cheek against the boys neck, sneaking in a small nip to his skin and then a soft kiss to cover it. 

[f2f]Tabby/Matt: Sorry for party rockin’

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Tabby grinned bright and wide with the realization that he was going to show her right off and she wouldn’t have to prod for much longer. She spun around to face him “That sounds so much cooler than my ability” She stated with no hint of malice or jealous just pure intrigue and excitement. 

As her hips kept their swaying motion her eyes focused on his; they glowed like LED lights, like the powering of a computer. She was just thinking about how intriging they were when she felt the back pocket of her jeans buzz off like crazy. 

She snapped out of her trance and reached to her back pocket and pulled out her phone, read the text and then glanced around. No. Way. she thought with an ever growing grin and lost in her excitement she bunched the other mutant playfully on the shoulder. “No fuckin’ way, Mattie! Totally so much cooler than my little party trick! So that’s with all technology? That’s killer!” Tabz continued to ramble about, still staring down at the text. “Well..it does say simon says..So what do you say we should do to party harder?” 

Matt accepted the praise with a wide smirk, one eyebrow perking and eyes falling to a relaxed, half open gaze. His eyes returned to their normal, if not vibrant state, and his pondered the ways to ‘party harder’. After a moment, he pulled a small plastic pack from his pocket, holding it up. “How do you feel about E?” The pills in the bag were in the shape of clovers, and colored a mint green. “7 Clovers variety.” Matt further explained. He’d take one whether she did or not. He was enjoying himself far too much to not have a nice high.

His neon like irises gazed at the bag as he lowered it and opened it. He plucked out a pill, and inspected its shape for a moment. “They get you quite high, if I do say so, myself.” He didn’t know how experienced she was with the drug, but what the hell? He’d be there to watch her, and make her drink water if she needed to. Consequence wasn’t exactly at the forefront of his thoughts. He held out the pill, looking at her as he said, “So?”

Tabby took one look at the plastic bag and the neon clovers it held and her eyes sparkled before granting the techno-mutant a hardy grin. “Shit Matt, really?” she stepped closer to him, trying to hide the bag as best she could from prying eyes—she didn’t know the bouncers feelings on drugs and the like. She definitely did not want these to be taken from them. 

"Shit man, I know! God it’s such a nice one too! I haven’t had these in awhile!" it was true, she never could buy her own and thus had to mooch from others which was a very hard feat to do when the drugs were premium. No one ever wanted to give those up for free. She was pure giddy while she watched him pluck the pill from his bag and with anxious hands she plucked it from him and said "So what?" and with a grin she stuck out her tongue and placed the colorful drug upon it before sucking it back in. "I feel a beautiful friendship spouting, Mattie boy. You are pure perfection~"