Octavian
Octavian stormed down the corridor lips pinched together in icy rage. She'd had it. Absolutely positively had it. She wanted to be a guy again, damn it. People got out of her way, and she barely conceded them a passing glance as she made her way outside, one fist clenched so hard her nails were cutting into the palm of her hand. Dawn was being a bitch. And Demetria wasn't helping. She wished desperately that they had stayed in England. Bloody hell, she needed a drink. Or a fight. Or both. Both sounded good about now.
Jack
"All right, lass, you look like you could use a stiff drink. Fancy a trip to the pub?" Jack asked Tav.
Octavian
"Dear god, yes please!" Octavian looked at Jack with real gratitude. "I have so had it with Dawn. She keeps needling me, and I can't stand it for much longer."
Jack
"Lady's have reasons we canna understand, an' more offen 'n not we deserve it," Jack said. "Do you know how to wor the phone, lass? We need to call a cab. Sabre's given me money, but I canna drive."
Nyx and Octavian
"Yeah." Octavian led Jack to the phone and quickly dialled up a cab. "Don't see what I did to deserve it really. She is just really, really evil." They walked outside, and Nyx saw them.
"Where you two going?"
"Drinking. Need much alcohol to soothe my pain."
"Ok, sweeties." Nyx nodded and headed back inside. The taxi appeared soon and they got in and drove off.
Jack
Jack gave the address of the pub he and Sabre had been going to regularly. "We'll get nice 'n sloshed and fergit all our troubles," he said, smiling. "YOu know, Tavvie, ye make a very lovely girl."
Octavian
"Thanks." Octavian smiled. "Still looking forward to being male again, however. And I think I'm going to need a *lot* of drinking to forget my troubles."
Jack
Jack and Tavvie sat down at a booth, and Jack ordered a round of rum.
"Rum's the best, though this modern stuff is so watered down!" he protested.
Octavian
"Whatever." Octavian lifted her glass, then slung it straight down. She gasped, eyes tearing. "I haven't actually gone drinking in this body...but that was good. Ever tried a tequila shot?"
Jack
"No, I'd like to try it with you," Jack said, flirting.
Octavian
Octavian just giggled. "No, seriously. It's a drink." She ordered one to show Jack. "See, you put the salt here on your hand, then lick it off, then you slam down the drink and then you bite into the lime wedge." She did what she had described, and grinned. "Maybe a bit too much work when you just wanna get drunk though."
Jack
"I'll try it though." He did the tequila shooter. "Very interesting. I'll stick with my rum, though. Irish whisky is always good, as well," he smiled.
Octavian
"Rum is new. Whiskey I always used to sneak from my father's den," Octavian said as if confiding a secret. "Never got caught doing it, neither. My parents are *very* good at ignoring things. I think Pater fired one of the servants over it though." She giggled. "Which I shouldn't laugh about, but as long as he didn't think it was me...I could keep right on stealing it."
Jack
When the waitress came back, Jack took the whole bottle. "Here, you gotta drink straight from the source." he slogged it back. "You try," he handed it to Tav.
Octavian
Octavian did. After all, she had done it as a guy...exacept she wasn't a guy at the moment. She carefully put the bottle back down on the table, and blinked slightly as she waited for the afterburn to die down. "Well, that was...different." Her words were starting to slur together.
Jack
"You, my dear Tav, are what we call shitfaced," Jack said, slurring his words as well. "Though I'll admit I'm not too far behind you." He chugged the rest of the bottle.
Octavian
"I blame this body. Girls get drunk a *lot* quicker then guys do," Octavian said, leaning forward slightly. "S'amazing. Havne't hardly had a thing, and I'm absolutely drunk off my ever so attractive arse."
Jack
"It's a very beautiful arse," Jack admitted. "And you are very beautiful yerself."
Octavian
Octavian tilted her head slightly and then ran her tongue along her bottom lip. "You think?" She always got flirty when she was drunk, she noted somewhere in the very small corner of her mind that wasn't drunk. Nice to see some things didn't change.
Jack
Taking a chance, Jack leaned forward and captured her bopttom lip between his own, kissing her gently.
Octavian
Octavian kissed back. Mmm. Nice. And she had meant to try out this body...in all the ways she could think of. "Bed?" She suggested with an uplift of her eyebrow when they broke off for air.
Jack
"Mmm, yes, definitely." Jack said, pulling her out of the booth. "Cab, home, bed." he said, wrapping his arms areound Tav's soft warm body.
Octavian
"Ver' good ideas." Octavian ran her fingers through Jack's hair as they got out of the pub. "Just, need to be a bit quiet on the way in, I think. Nyx has handy dandy little magic thingies though. She'dve set up wards, I'm sure. She's *nice* that way." They managed to flag down a taxi and get in it.
Jack
Jack pulled Tav into his room and pushed her back on the bed.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered. "Bin wan'ina do this since I firs' saw you," he breathed, as he ripped off Tav's top, and tore off her bra.
Octavian
"Some other stuff you want to do, as well? Still deserved the slap though." Octavian started to undo Jack's pants.
Jack
Jack's tongue explored Tav's mouth. "I'll try abything with you, luv," he said, in complete heaven.
Octavian
"I'm up for a bit of experimentation m'self..." Octavian kissed Jack back eagerly as they both got rid of their clothes. "Nice. God, yes. That's mmm."
Jack
Nicely naked, they made out for a while, and then they made love twice before they were both spent.
"Mmmm, sleep now," Jack said, curling up to Tav.
Octavian
"Sleep is good," Octavian agreed, yawning slightly. She snuggled up to Jack and let her eyes close. Sex in a female body was *good*. Different, but very, very nice. "Night."
Jack
"Good night," Jack said, kissing Tav's forehead and drifting into sleep.