Post by Grace Cohen on Aug 21, 2013 3:07:39 GMT -6
((ooc: I saw it mentioned that it was Mason and Sam’s birthdays a while ago so I figured maybe we could act like it was just after it…or this scene would be at least. The title is lyrics from Touch by Daughter, no real relevance other than I love that song. Grace is wearing this. And if Sam and Grace suddenly became ‘not together’ any longer in my absence let me know, haha, otherwise this post makes no sense with Grace calling Sam her girlfriend, lol. Also if the lineup of the household has changed let me know I can edit my post, hehe.))
Grace lounged, her limbs sprawled out over the crème coloured chaise longue in the living room of her girlfriend’s house. Otherwise known as the misfit household consisting of Sam, Mason, Kevin, Owen-the vampire (not that anyone but Ben knew he was a vampire of course, well and her), Ben- the werewolf, and his fiancée Jenny. Her head hung upside down off the edge of the sofa, and her legs were propped up where her head was supposed to be. She was still wearing the same clothes she had arrived in last night. Her tanned midsection bare between her bustier top and black denim shorts, while her gold studded boots were draped over the edge of the sofa. At some point during the night she had borrowed a pair of Sam’s suspenders to add to her outfit, not that she remembered exactly how they had got there, and who knows where her leather jacket had got too. Grace didn’t really care at this point.
After two days of birthdays, Sam and Mason’s, Grace needed a bit of the hair of the dog to get her through today, but she was far too comfortable and far too lazy to get up from where she languished to do anything about it. Two fingers delicately closed around the clove cigarette in her mouth and lifted it into the air. Her lips formed an O shape as she made an attempt to create smoke rings. Billowing wiggly wobbly smoke puffs came out instead. It was significantly harder than it looked to do upside down. Finally she gave up and simply exhaled a small cloud of smoke before taking another drag. Her right hand groped around the coffee table beside her for her coffee mug. Finding it she sat up only long enough to take a large sip before flopping back down again.
“Morning,” she greeted the person who had just descended the stairs. She herself was still blurry eyed. Even a groggy Grace could make an unbelievably good cup of coffee. The stuff practically ran through her veins. She exhaled another puff of smoke.
((ooc: Anyone? Lots of people? The more the merrier!))
Grace lounged, her limbs sprawled out over the crème coloured chaise longue in the living room of her girlfriend’s house. Otherwise known as the misfit household consisting of Sam, Mason, Kevin, Owen-the vampire (not that anyone but Ben knew he was a vampire of course, well and her), Ben- the werewolf, and his fiancée Jenny. Her head hung upside down off the edge of the sofa, and her legs were propped up where her head was supposed to be. She was still wearing the same clothes she had arrived in last night. Her tanned midsection bare between her bustier top and black denim shorts, while her gold studded boots were draped over the edge of the sofa. At some point during the night she had borrowed a pair of Sam’s suspenders to add to her outfit, not that she remembered exactly how they had got there, and who knows where her leather jacket had got too. Grace didn’t really care at this point.
After two days of birthdays, Sam and Mason’s, Grace needed a bit of the hair of the dog to get her through today, but she was far too comfortable and far too lazy to get up from where she languished to do anything about it. Two fingers delicately closed around the clove cigarette in her mouth and lifted it into the air. Her lips formed an O shape as she made an attempt to create smoke rings. Billowing wiggly wobbly smoke puffs came out instead. It was significantly harder than it looked to do upside down. Finally she gave up and simply exhaled a small cloud of smoke before taking another drag. Her right hand groped around the coffee table beside her for her coffee mug. Finding it she sat up only long enough to take a large sip before flopping back down again.
“Morning,” she greeted the person who had just descended the stairs. She herself was still blurry eyed. Even a groggy Grace could make an unbelievably good cup of coffee. The stuff practically ran through her veins. She exhaled another puff of smoke.
((ooc: Anyone? Lots of people? The more the merrier!))
