Well... not quite. Thank God Fritzie has more willpower than most males I've run across in my life, because otherwise I think there'd be some awkwardness at work. The oops I slept with my boss kind... OMG I can't believe that. The worst part is having a crystal clear memory of what I did and thought... **Shudder** (<---No offense Friztie), they could have at least erased it from our minds. Then again, when it comes to embarassing moments in my life, that one's probably only about somewhere in the middle. Sigh... I miss my old job...
The first part of Teresa's downtime is spent moving in to Angela's room. Although she doesn't have much with her and everything she "unpacks" from whatever magical hole it stored in, is out and about in a few days, the whole process takes about a week as things are arranged, rearranged and tweaked over and over.
Otherwise she does two things:
1) Work at Art Mental. Having learned the real system now, she can easily cover the shop while Fritzie takes more "personal time." She's diligent and takes care of things while she's there.
2) As soon as work is out, Teresa is out too. She'll beg everyone who's still around to out with her every night (even the nights she closes the store) and probably pull in some of her new co-workers as well. When with co-workers or other random human friends she makes (a fair number) she'll frequent the various clubs, but it's clear that the Drawbridge, downstairs and the bowling alley are her two favorite spots (in that order), hence the beging for Slayer bit companionship. Not out of a need for protection or anything, "it would just be so lame to go by herself."
She's around for any basic friend stuff and uses her own money to pay her way.
Lookie who I found! All you guys have LJs, huh? Very cool.
Last night was not the best for first impressions as my hangover is reminding me. I can't help but think dragging my problems onto your dinner table was rude, even if it was random. But thank you very much for your help again. Also, getting really drunk and generally making an ass out of myself is not something I do with strangers whom I am imposing upon, at least... not ones I like...
But hey! Fun was had all around... or so I can kinda recollect... things get pretty hazy after the third frame of bowling... but I know that cute Chohah Demonlings were involved, so fun must have been had! Half-Chohah Demons are really nice because once you know about the hands, you're home free. A lot of demons get really territorial around their "mates," kinda like lions... or seals or something do. Also, most demons think of their "mates" as objects of possession (especially if you're human). What constitutes a "mate" is really broad for some species... especially the territorial ones and a little flirting can get you into *big trouble*.
Like this one time I was delivering a package for my Daddy's union to the Forotinni Colony in Luxor, Egypt and I spotted a really CUTIE!!! He was young (just having pasted his adulthood rites) and totally woman free (their females are these gross things that look like a mix between a football player and a hairless cat minus any redeeming qualities like purring or muscle definition, so can you blame the guy?). With nowhere to be, I decided to take some personal time and see "what was what" and "if those rumors be true" about Forotinnis.
It was slow going, he did pay for everything we did (and paid a lot I might add) but whatever spark his hard muscles and strong chin stirred in me was starting to cool. At the end of the second date he hadn't even earned himself to the level of holding hands. Not what I was hoping for. Too bad, because he was a nice guy.
This was when I learned the hard way, Forotinnis hook up, and do so for life, ON THE FIRST DATE!!! :O
Yeah, so I was getting bored with Shuo Tanna (the Forotinni guy, found out I could not stand him conversationally and he was not putting out) and started looking around, not *searching* but like I was free, you know. That's when I got offered a once in a lifetime opportunity. Girl's, a lot of you may know something of what I'm talking about.
I found an Incubus, in between jobs, looking to practice new techniques out! OMG! How could I not?!? He needed a human woman (like you may have guessed, those Forotinni gals just wouldn't cut the cake) so I answered the call. Guess who it turned out to be? Nep Erota. The Nep Erota. Every "steal my soul for pleasure" magazine's poster child! And Nep Erota with a blood signed contract ensuring no tampering with my soul or life while "working" with me. This is the guy who steals the souls of celibate saints, the soul sucker of choice from those who can choose. The one Incubus summoned just to perform his natural act on the summoner. Very few woman or men leave his bed with their souls intact, only those how can best him in bed survive the event "uncharged." Or those with a contract. I don't know about you, but at 20, there is no way I could match an 8,000 year old seduction demon.
All I can really say about those two days was Cloud 9 was the low point and I left with a sense that that was a taste of sinful heaven, if such a place exists. He was able to surpress my magic so it didn't spoil a moment (like it's so apt to do #*@%$#!!!) and not loose an ounce of focus or "potency."
Unfortunatly, such an honor gets around fast, along with all of the details. Tanna showed up at my hotel room a few hours after I had gotten back and he was green! Green, as in, Forotinni murderous rage green. Complete with extended shoulder hooks and flared poison sacs. I don't think I've ever been more terrified in my life. He as screaming half English half Forotinni about his culture and customs and lost manhood or something. There wasn't much I could do. He thought I was his and that we "really had something meanningful" and all that. Talk about a total miscommunication! Human body language does not translate well into Forotinni. Bored=Sexually aroused. Rolling eyes=Sexually aroused. Monotone replies to innane verbal garabage=Future wife to be.
I kicked his "you know what" and got myself out of there as soon as he got physical. The guy actually thought he was going to take me back to his house!
So yeah, moral of the story, Chohah demons are good, because they aren't psycho territorial. You can love'm and leave'm or you can build something real without selling your wife lot.
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