Afterparty

[toooldforlosing]

Raylan survived an entire night of being trotted around the party as Hasi's escort without doing anything embarassing, or getting attacked because he was mistaken for someone else. On the whole, he considered this a win.

The truth was, in his work, he'd occasionally been to a fancy party, but always as the outsider. It was work. Boys from Harlan county did not get invited to that sort of party as a guest. It didn't bother him, but it left him feeling a little displaced. (Of course, with some of the people he'd met and seen at the Xanadu affair, he could have been bright green and no one would have batted an eye. It did make a bit of difference.)

Even so, he was glad enough that it was over. He'd had... quite a bit to drink, though his steps were steady enough. Hasi probably knows him well enough by now to tell he's feeling the alcohol a bit, but he's still in control. Maybe glad he's not driving home, but more or less fine. Even though he's quiet, he's relaxed, and with no idea of packing it in just yet.

"I'd ask your place or mine, but frankly, you don't want to see mine. Hell, I don't want to see mine."

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[norea]

"Now if you meet any more witches you can be totally bored by them," she says, with a lazy little grin. "You've already met the strangest of the bunch."

Truer than she'd like to be, at least in her home.

[toooldforlosing]

"I'll be sure to be entirely unimpressed, next time."

It's safe to say that Raylan doesn't picture an influx of witches into his future life. Never say never, of course, but...

[norea]

"Damn right." She exhales smoke, and then ashes out her half-finished cigarette. Hasi slides neatly into Raylan's lap, facing him, with the grace of a girl who is not drunk enough to be prevented from doing what she does best ('occupying male attention,' specifically Raylan's at this moment).

"So. You survived socializing. Think the evening was a success?"

[toooldforlosing]

"No one got punched." Which is more or less his definition of a successful party. "You have fun?"

His smile suggests that, even if he didn't, he's pleased enough with his current situation.

[norea]

"Always." She loves a party - and that one was pretty classy, compared to some she's been to. Even the drama was generally not the cruel, catty kind you'll find at industry get-togethers.

She leans close but doesn't quite touch - aside from how she's on his lap.

"Were you concerned someone would get punched?"

[toooldforlosing]

"No more than at any gathering where there are that many people and that much liquor," he said, agreeably.

He leaned in a bit but didn't quite close the distance. "Why, you didn't think it was a possibility?"

[norea]

"I was distracted by my company," she says, innocently, and kisses him for just the barest brush of a second- it's entirely playful. Taunting, in fact.

[toooldforlosing]

"I'm going to egotistically assume you meant me specifically," he murmured, as she did have quite a few people who might have counted as "company" over the course of the evening.

[norea]

"I flirt," she says, straight-forwardly, "but I know who I trust."

And that is Raylan, or at least he's come the closest of the men she batted eyelashes at that evening - he's taken her secrets in stride, after all. And she kisses him again, just as lightly and briefly, as though testing how long she can get away with just this. "But I do like that ego."

[toooldforlosing]

"Lucky thing. It and the hat are pretty much constants." And he leans up to take a real kiss, because "not long" was the answer.

[norea]

Hasi is pretty much content to engage in breathless making out for a while, but eventually she breaks away, significantly more ruffled:

"I think my dog is judging us."

...mind you, she says it muffled and mostly into the underside of his jaw, as that is where her mouth is now. Ahem.

[toooldforlosing]

"As he does," Raylan concedes. "I'm still not sure he thinks I'm good enough for you," he adds with a bit of a smile, hand sliding up her side.

[norea]

"Well, he doesn't like anybody except me and Wes, really. Nature of the breed." Huan gives up on his owner's chastity and tromps out of the room - he'll bother her for affection later, and he's got food and water in his dish. Maybe Zabi will come and sit on him, she does that sometimes.

Hasi's laughter is (possibly distractingly) dimmed by the fact that she's moved down to the side of Raylan's neck. Deftness with navigating sofas is a learned skill she can employ even when a tiny bit intoxicated, apparently.

"I seem to be surrounded by difficult men of a variety of breeds."

Not that Raylan's ever been all that difficult with her, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to gather the potential.

[toooldforlosing]

"I'm not difficult," he protests, lightly. "Why does everyone always say that?"

The question may be a little disingenuous. But he does shudder pleasantly as her mouth moves down his neck.

[norea]

She pulls back just enough to meet his eyes (he may protest that, as well), her expression fond but highly amused. "You know exactly why people say that, I suspect. But you've always been very easy-going with me--maybe because I'll only take you exactly where you do want to go. Eager to please, that's me, right?"

Saying things like this is why she's constantly in trouble with men, for the record, but it's sincere, if that makes it better. (Worse.)

[toooldforlosing]

"Plenty of girls are that." ...Raylan. "But you're more clever about it than most, I grant you."

He considered her for a moment. "If it ever stops being fun, tell me and we'll stop." Generally, he means. "Too much unpleasantness in life, to go adding to it."

[norea]

That surprises her a bit, but she takes the time to consider it, despite her semi-inebriated state, and then nods. "I don't see myself wanting to stop, though." But then, she derives enjoyment from the smallest of things. "The same goes for you too, though, okay? Given some of my predilections. And my bucketload of secrets."

He's not inclined toward some of the things she likes, and that's fine, but does have a tendency to persuade people toward just giving it a little try. Hasi might not be the best representative of what she is, but leading men into temptation is one thing she does do very well.

[toooldforlosing]

"Alright," he says, amiable, before leaning in to kiss her throat.

The agreement is well meant, but it's based on wanting to stop, it could be quite awhile before Raylan calls 'uncle.'

[norea]

She tips her head back to accommodate his mouth, with a pleased little sound-- somewhere in the back of her mind, she is aware that they might have more to discuss, but he's good at that and she is distracted.

Later. Surely.

[toooldforlosing]

Later does come, eventually. Quite a bit later, at this point, but Raylan was happy to take his time. It had been a long night, and they could both stand to relax some. Even after they're a bit less... intensely involved in one another, he lets the silence linger for a little while.

[norea]

Eventually, Hasi has acquired a robe from...somewhere, which is her typical thin, silk, and overpriced sort of thing - the label says 'Carine Gilson,' and it's white. She sees no reason to bother with anything underneath it, cinched at the waist, and is in the process of sliding a hand through her hair when she resettles with Raylan. Tiredly, understandably.

"You want a drink?" She pauses. "As soon as I can move."

[toooldforlosing]

He chuckles, slow and rich, and shifts to accommodate her rejoining him. "Only if you're getting yourself one anyway."

Raylan has had quite a bit of booze over the course of the evening, even if it has been a little while since his last drink.

[norea]

"In a minute." She sighs, tucking her knees up and tipping her chin to look at Raylan sidelong. "I need a manservant or something, I swear."

[toooldforlosing]

"Mm. Enchant Huan to turn into a footman for a few hours each night, like a sort of Cinderella thing," he suggests, idly.

[norea]

That makes her pause for a second, though she's half-smiling, in a lazy kind of way, leaning her head on Raylan's shoulder. "Cinderella was never my favorite fairy tale. Snow White, that one's okay- and, um...Little Red Riding Hood."

She's focused mostly on nothing in particular, half-closing her eyes. "Scheherazade's my favorite, though. Did you ever hear that one?"