Dalakis Academy discussion

Satarra walked inside, and straight to her bathroom. She showered for about 15 minutes, and then brushed her teeth. She threw on black shorts and a red t-shirt, without a bra. She blow-dryed her hair and was about to leave when she saw a picture of her brother on her table. She had killed her brother years ago while discovering what she was, along with many others. Satarra rushed to the fridge immediately and pulled out some wine.

She stared at the wine for a long time, and then put it back. Pleased with herself, she left to go back to Rayek's.

(I like her bed. Simple yet spunky)

((Haha, thanks. I think its cool.

(It's beast)

Satarra got her after setting off a few fires, and breaking some stuff. She quickly rushed ot her kitchen taking out 8 bottles of beer and a large bottle of wine. She sat on the florr and chugged it all down.

After Psychee had bathed and dressed she rushed over to Satarra's. Without knocking she used her gift to open the door for her. "Sat?" She called, closing the door behind herself.

Satarra was finishing the last bit of her drinking. "Hm?"

"Stop drinking," she exclaimed when she found her. "I need you sober because I'm having a chrisis!" She sat beside her. "I'm such an idiot when it comes to Kingston." She took the bottle from her. She huffed when it was empty. "I'm always a bitch to him."

"Shwaaa happened?" she slurred.

She frowned at her. "The stupid stick hits me when he's around," she said. "I don't know why, but he tends to bring out my claws. Got anymore alcohol?" She got up and rummaged through her fridge. "It's like my shyness goes away and is replaced with this.... demonic.... thing."

"Psychees in luuhh." she said depressingly.

"Am not," she said. "Ah huh!" She came back with Vodka. "It's a great impossibility to fall in love at the first sight. How should anyone love someone when they know absolutely nothing about them." Psychee popped the lid off. "It's should be scientifically studied and proven incorrect. That theory should be a myth. This isn't Romeo and Juliet."

Satarra groaned and banged her head against the wall.

Psychee looked at her, concerned. "What?"

"Rayek." was all she said when she stopped banging her head.

"Rayek Wings?" She asked. Psychee took a long drag of the cold fire. "God this burns so good," she said to herself and took another deep swig. "The keeper of Wrath?"

"Mhm. We met I almost killed him I saw him naked we kissed it was the best moment of my life he said we weren't anything and hates me so now I hate him. The end." she said it all really fast.

Psychee spewed the swig she'd just taken. It went everywhere. "W-w-what!?" She stammered, gaping at her best friend. "All in a short amount of time!?" She placed a hand to her forehead. "That made me dizzy it's so complex." She paused, gnawing her cheek. "Hate is a strong word which requires someone to actually have had feelings for you to end up hating you in the end. He barely knows you thus he does not hate you."

She sighed. "But trust me, he hates me."

She gave her the bottle.

Satarra smiled, and took it. "I really like getting drunk."

She sighed. "I know." She went over and sat down beside her again. "Want me to stay tonight?" She asked.

Satarra nodded. "Yeah...So what exshactly happened withh Kingshton?" She was trying to slur, but was unsuccessfull.

Psychee rubbed Satarra's back soothingly. "Uh.... I was at the library doing homework and he showed up with some girl. They were being obnoxiously loud." She tapped her chin, searching her memory for the name. "Keller I think. Anyways, I tripped, books went flying, he said something, and I got pissy and was being really rude." She ran a hand through her hair. "And you wouldn't believe who found me and wanted me to do her homework!" She covered her eyes, shaking her head sharply. "Scared me so badly I grabbed Kingston's hand!"

Psychee rubbed Satarra's back soothingly. "Uh.... I was at the library doing homework and he showed up with some girl. They were being obnoxiously loud." She tapped her chin, searching her memory for the name. "Keller I think. Anyways, I tripped, books went flying, he said something, and I got pissy and was being really rude." She ran a hand through her hair. "And you wouldn't believe who found me and wanted me to do her homework!" She covered her eyes, shaking her head sharply. "Scared me so badly I grabbed Kingston's hand!"

Satarra watched her as she talked. "Were Keller and him together, together,"

She shrugged. "She was a bit clingy, yes. Together? I don't know." She took her shoulders between her hand and shook her roughly. "Cutter almost made me a demon's plaything!"

"Cutter? Who's that?" Satarra asked.

Psychee facepalmed. "Nevermind. Tell me about Rayek," she said, changing the subject. "Is he as mean as everyone says?"

Satarras eyes widened. "Tell me who Cutter is, Psychee."

She pouted. "No. Tell me about Rayek."

Satarra stood up, immidietly falling back down. She crossed her arms, and whispered something, a spell. A few glass dishes fell and broke next to where Psychee was sitting.

Psychee screamed, jumping. "Stop Sat! That's not funny."

"Tell me who the hell Cutter is." Satarra ordered.

Psychee stood up. "What's wrong with you!?" Brushing glass away from her thigh she turned away. "You aren't acting like my best friend, so until you do...." She headed out of the kitchen.

Satarra sighed. "Shorry." she mumbled, and teed to stand up, grabbing on to things for support. "Please don't leave, Im shorry!"

She stopped and looked back at her. She sighed heavily, going and hugging Satarra tight. "I'm not." She kissed her cheek in a loving, sisterly way like she always did. "Wanna go to the club?"

"Shure. Please tell me who Cutter is?" she asked.

She nodded. "Okay." Psychee gave her all the details on who she was, who her demon was, and why she was here while they dressed for the club. "She's crazy."

Satarra nodded. "Oh, okay." Satarra was now wearing a black strapless mini-dress with combat boots. She re-did her hair and makeup, careful with the straightening iron.

Psychee slipped on her Converse. She wore a black, lacey dress that hugged her curves. Her breasts seemed to pop out of the top almost. "I look slutty, Sat. Don't you have a different dress," she asked. "One that isn't revealing?"

Satarra giggled. "I don't think so, but I'll check." She rummaged through her closet, finding a red halter dress that wasn't TOO revealing and went above the knee.

Psychee took it happily. "Thanks."

She laughed, still drunk. "Anyways, what were you wanting to know about Rayek? If he's mean?" She paused, as if to consider this. "Yeah, he's a bit of an asshole, but in a mysterious sarcastic way.."

She slipped the black dress off and put the other on. Psychee wasn't wearing a bra because she didn't own any strapless ones. "Really?" She asked. "Weird. Well, I guess Mr. Asshole could be like that." Applying the last touches to her makeup she turned to her. "Ready."

Satarra nodded, and held onto the wall as she walked to the door.

Psychee helped her, throwing her arm over her shoulders.. "No more alcohol for you."

Satarra giggled. "Good joke." She walked with her to the lounge. ((Post at club. :))