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Eshek chuckled madly as Bermondsey asked her about seasoning, his eyes looking as wide and innocent and trusting as a kit's, and then started sucking on her tail and word-vomiting at Verne. The chuckling grew to giggling - We had sushi once, right Esh? Esh clamped her mouth shut and nodded sagely, looking like she had a lemon in her mouth from how hard she was trying not to laugh - and the giggling grew to shaking, painful, silent laughter as he went on about how disgusting her favourite food was and how egg drop soup looked like snot. He was so cute. She wrapped her forepaws tighter around Ber and hugged him close, giving him a fond little shake.
Just as Ber started to chew on her ear, getting spit all over one side of her face and soaking her fur with all his drooling, Eshek's eyes wandered over to the big black tom she could just see looking thoroughly un-party-ish through the crack in the great sliding metal door. "Uh-oh," she told Bermondsey and Verne forebodingly, eyes still on the stranger, completely unbothered by the tom sucking on her ear. She sounded like a popular girl who'd just seen a loser skulking around. "Party-crasher, ladies."
Post by achromatic on Aug 21, 2021 16:54:29 GMT -5
Bermondsey was now graduating from his little hungry phase to...well, could someone really describe this as a flirty phase? If there was anything anyone knew about the warden, it was that one, he had no sense of humour, and two, he had even less social skills than that. Giving Eshek a waggle of his little cat eyebrows, he winked in that drunken lascivious manner. "You better watch out," he slurred drunkenly, unaware of Regulus appearing from behind him, "your ass is grass and–"
He found himself turning around at the sound of a familiar voice. "–I'm gonna mow it," he slurred, finishing his words as he caught of the Nemesis strutting over, all sense of formality still completely flown out of the gray tom's mind.
"Ey, who's this clown?" Eshek slurred, gesturing aggressively to Regulus. "You one fluffy guy, huh? Real soft guy. Huh? You soft and fluffy? Gonna blow dry it and it'll go 'poof', huh, y'know? What an idiot. You wasn't invited." No one there had been invited, but that was beside the point. She looked back down at Ber. "No, you ain't gonna mow his ass, ya couldn't find it under all that fluff." She threw her head back and screamed with laughter. "REAL FLUFFY MAN." She collapsed down atop Ber - which, since she was under him, meant her upper body just flopped forward, covering his face. "You smell good." Her voice was muffled by Ber's chest fur. "I bet this chump uses, uh, freakin' Hugo Boss." She meant Regulus. She snickered into Ber's fur. ashestoashes
Post by ashestoashes on Sept 3, 2021 15:03:49 GMT -5
Regulus heard Bermondsey all the way from where he stood, which said a lot considering how loud it was. Following his voice the Nemesis found his warden completely bonked out of his mind. With a heavy sigh he walked on over as he heard "ass is grass." Oh god what was Bermondsey doing? Regulus knew enough about parties like this and what they held so he very well knew the sound of a messed up cat. Still he was suprised Bermondsey of all cats was here and the shape he was in.
Just then he heard another voice and turned to the unknown she cat. He listened to her tirade of words before he looked to his warden again completely ignoring Eshek. "Bermondsey I don't know what's gotten into you but this is just sad. I don't care what you do in your personal time as long as it doesn't embarrasse the League and man you can't even handle whatever it is you took. You should know your own limits." Regulus tried to understand a bit since he had been young once- nah he never did any of these wild shenanigans. "Okay party is over for you Ber, time to go. And that is an order."
Post by achromatic on Sept 3, 2021 17:25:45 GMT -5
Bermondsey was...well, off in his own fantasy world right now, where the sky was the sea and rainbows and unicorns and the queen of england were real actual things instead of some myth cats told each other around campfires or something. "But I don't wanna go daddy," he pouted, snuggling with Eshek even more, before giving the other cat a wag of his eyebrows, "what are you going to do, make me?"
Post by ashestoashes on Sept 3, 2021 17:41:08 GMT -5
If looks could kill Regulus's would be straight up bloody murder, however he kept his composure. Instead he took a deep breath before speaking again, "You are extremely lucky I am in suuuuch a nice mood right now Bermondsey. You are going to come with me or these claws will make sure you won't be able to sit comfortably for a few weeks. We are going to have a few words when you are off of whatever this. Like for starters calling me daddy and talking back at me." Regulus made a mental note on processing why his warden called him daddy (did he secretly see the Nemesis as his father?) Walking over he stood closer to his sloshed warden. "Now lean against me since I don't think you can walk straight right now and I'll help you get home. You do not realize how incredibly lucky you are at this time."
Edited Sept 3, 2021 17:43:10 GMT -5 By ashestoashes
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Post by achromatic on Sept 3, 2021 17:43:29 GMT -5
He immediately squirmed, running away and hiding behind Eshek and Verne. "PLEASE DON'T TAKE ME!!! TAKE THEM INSTEAD I SWEAR I TASTE LIKE DUST AND BONE THEY'RE A LOT YUMMIER THEY GOT MORE MEAT ON THEM!!!"
Post by ashestoashes on Sept 3, 2021 17:48:58 GMT -5
What the hell did he eat?! The Nemesis looked towards the she cat, "What did you give him???" Regulus so dearly wished he could bang his head against a wall but needed to stay in composure but later away from all of these weirdos he would. "I swear to- I am not going to eat you. Besides you would be way too scrawny and hardly filling. Probably would taste bitter as well. Now snap out of it or I'll make you myself."
Edited Sept 3, 2021 17:50:33 GMT -5 By ashestoashes
Up to that point, Eshek had been laughing hysterically, hugging Ber as he hid behind her. She snickered especially at Regulus’ comment about making sure Ber couldn’t sit for a week. “I knew you wanted to be dominated secretly,” she crowed delightedly, hugging his back leg. Now, with this random cat tryna break up the party, she suddenly sobered. “Wai-wai-wai-HOLD ON A MINUTE.” She staggered to her paws on the velvet cushions, high above Regulus (or maybe she was eye to eye, who knew), and glared down at him, swaying and slurring and and gesturing hatefully with her wobbly legs. “You ain’t breakin’ up this party, cop, and you’re NOT takin’ Bermondsey. I didn’t even give him nothin’ except that one time that I did, it was that klepto kid with the weird hair. Who even-“ She let out a horrible screech of laughter then peered down at Regulus scornfully, cruelly, mock-sympathetically, like he was a pitiful little unpopular nerd bug on her Louboutins. “Who even ARE you?”
Post by ashestoashes on Sept 5, 2021 23:16:11 GMT -5
His eyebrow raised as he watched the she cat with an unamused expression on his face. "Dunno what a cop is but I am not breaking up your precious party. I am just taking my second in command home to detox him of whatever is in his system right now. Which apparently you supposedly don't know what you gave him. Or probably even yourself for that matter. I wouldn't expect a lower life cat of knowing whom I am anyhow as you are not part of The League." With that he put his focus back to Bermondesy. "You will come back with me and that is an order." Regulus E'tan barked the words hoping that hearing The Nemesis speak like that would cause some kind of odd sense to come back to the warden.
"Whom I am," Eshek parroted in a deep, ugly voice, her airy mood then changing in a split second when she broke off to snap back, "I've been part of the League longer than you've been alive, kit." She hadn't been listening to most of what he was saying aside from the bits that floated into her head - until, finally, the bit about second in command caught up to her. "Bermondsey's not the Warden," she replied with sneery self-assuredness. She looked over her shoulder. "Are you, Ber? You're a forgettable little nobody."
Second in command... my second in command... That was still rattling around in her drug-addled brain. Then, finally, it clicked. Eshek leaped down from the throne of cushions and landed in front of Regulus, staring him down eye-to-eye with a narrow, hateful gaze. Always tall, all hunched shoulders and scrappy muscles, at that moment it was ominous. Eshek the fun hedonist was gone; now her blue eyes sparked with a quiet, quivering violence. "You're the new Nemesis, aren't you? The one who replaced Funk." She shoved him back and followed after. "I'm the low-life, not the pathetic upstart wearing a title you've done nothing to earn. I was royalty." She shoved him again. "You can't even make a cat follow a simple order. You have no right to anything you have and sooner or later the world will realise its mistake and take it back." The last word was spat at him.
Post by achromatic on Sept 10, 2021 3:38:55 GMT -5
Bermondsey was slowly reaching the next stage of his drunken adventures. From hungry to party to flirty and now...pukey? He didn't seem to notice the two cats arguing, he just stumbled up, wandering right between the two cats, before unloading his entire lunch and every other furball caught in his throat....onto their paws.
"Eugh, gross," he looked at the vomit in a complete deadpan, before marching off elsewhere. Oh, was this the next stage? Yep. Bermondsey was going to start a fight.
"Eugh, Bermondsey," Eshek whine-groaned, her fury at Regulus crumbling into concerned disappointment for her useless friend. Her brows pushed together into a worried frown as he marched away - before her attention snapped back to Regulus. "This is your fault," she sniped, flicking one white paw so that droplets of vomit went flying; she wasn't grossed out by it and just did it like she was very used to the whole bodily fluids thing. She did the same with the other paw, transferring her weight as she spoke. "If you hadn't come in here uninvited and freaked him out, he wouldn't have puked his guts out like a total geed. So uncool. You've set his social life back years." She got all up in his face on the last word, teeth bared. She lashed her tail back and forth, growling low in her throat as she stood there facing the Nemesis - and would have probably attacked him if she hadn't had just enough self-preservation to suddenly feel overwhelmed by indecision and stress and a thousand too-intellectual feelings for her poor brain to cope with.
So, suddenly turning, she ran to the wall beside the velvet cushions, threw herself onto it, scaled straight up it like a lizard, disappeared out a window, stood on the rooftop she and Ber had had their heart-to-heart-and-first-fight on, threw her head back, screamed, kept screaming until her lungs were empty, and then slipped back through the window, lizarded back down, and hopped onto the ground beside Regulus. "Don't talk to me," she hissed at him as she passed, fangs bared, and loped quickly after Bermondsey through the crowd. "WAIT UP, YOU LOSER. YOU CAN'T FIGHT ANYONE, YOU WEIGH TWO OUNCES SOAKING WET." She sounded genuinely anxious.
Post by achromatic on Sept 13, 2021 16:28:54 GMT -5
He had marched his way back to Verne with a drunken scowl on his face that looked more wonky than intimidating. "LET'S FIGHT!!!" he screeched, immediately biting her tail. bauble
Post by ashestoashes on Sept 26, 2021 19:54:08 GMT -5
(Oh.My.God)
Regulus was just ready for this day to end and even more ready to have Bermondesy to be himself again rather than this mess of a cat. Oh when his warden was back to normal he was so going to get it. The she cat on the other hand... he would deal with that mess later. With a sigh the Nemesis followed where his Warden went to and saw the pitiful attempt at a fight. Great he was going to have to teach Bermondesy how to really fight because now he looked drunk and a pitiful wanna be fighter. Oh why did Regulus have to deal with this today?" One of the big thoughts in the toms mind was I am too old for this.
Edited Sept 26, 2021 19:54:32 GMT -5 By ashestoashes
The little pricks shocked Verne out of her trance, and she whipped around as quick as a snake. Though Bermondsey was standing directly behind her, and a little bit of her calico tail fur was snagged in his maw, her accusing amber gaze looked past him, to Eshek.
“Excuse me… but do you really like salt and vinegar chips? I’m sorry girl, but eww. Those chips are for foxing masochists. Literally the whole flavor of the chip is ‘acetic acid’ which will hurt your tongue, and then just salt on top of that to hurt it more. This chip is designed to hurt you. You’re eating a bag of pain.” Verne huffed in exasperation and dry-heaved in disgust. The memory of the flavor made her tail fluff into a brown, orange, and white poof, with pink and blue accents from the spinning disco ball above.
She was under the same influence as they were, but despite the jelly-legged motions that made it look like she was about to teeter over any moment, she never did; she evidently held her xxx well. Finally, she looked down at Bermondsey, but her expression wasn’t aflame with anger. It was stern, like the face of a pre-school teacher who was tired of that one glue-eating kid that insisted on calling her by her first name and touched all the supplies with his little Cheeto powdered fingers. His parents were 2 hours late picking him up, and she’d had just about enough.
“Bite my tail again and I’ll turn you into a crulla. That’s a Scottish pretzel. Do you know what Scotland is?” Her little calico face hovered right into Bermondsey’s, so close that she could smell the vomit on his breath. “You don’t want to know what Scotland is.”
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Post by achromatic on Sept 28, 2021 16:30:45 GMT -5
"What's a pretzel?" he mumbled, "and salt and vinegar chips do NOT taste like vomit, you taste like vomit...."
He was starting to get a bit sleepy. He yawned, crashing into Verne and crushing her under his gangly limbs as if she was but a bed for his tired head. "Mommy I want to take a nap," he mumbled, his eyes closing already.
While Verne blathered on about salt and vinegar chips, Eshek wandered over, face soft and smitten, and just sat directly next to her, gazing at the side of her face and twirling her own non-existent long, curly fur around her paw. "I could listen to you talk about science all day," she sighed, because acetic acid meant Verne was talking about science. Keep up. She thought of another joke. "Oh, an-and you could hurt my tongue any day. That one, too." She let out a sheepish little giggle.
When Verne started threatening Ber, Esh hovered behind her excitedly and piped in eagerly, "I wanna know what Scotland is!" But then Ber was crushing Verne in his desperation for a nap and her plans of seduction went terribly awry. "Get off!" she shouted at Ber over the deafening music, shoving him away just enough that she could scoot in place where had had been and be in the middle. "Okay, now you can snuggle," she told Ber, pulling him to her so she was lying on Verne and Ber was lying on her. She snuggled up to them both, clutching Ber so tight around his neck that his cheeks were all smooshed in and his face looked like a fish. Verne was so soft behind her, with her head nestled in her luscious bosom. "Man, if we ever have kids this'll be a great 'how did you and mama fall in love' story," she laughed. Because that would just be totally nuts. At his Mommy I want to take a nap mumble she was gonna say Bermy your mommy's dead but that was too mean, and she'd probably cry as well because her mommy was dead too. And that would just lead to them hugging each other and sobbing and that would probably lead to them making sweet, sweet love in the moonlight. Twice, probably. And that just wasn't gonna happen. So instead she did that cute little chewy tired mouth thing and fell asleep, going whee-mi-mi-mi-mi, whee-mi-mi-mi-mi.
