All that he wants...is another donut

[Carlos Banderas]

Had he added bossy to his list of types of women he was attracted to? Probably not. Because well he didn’t want to be attracted to this crazy broad. He was half waiting for her to flash a butterfly knife under the table and switchblade his knee cap or something. He’d glance between the two of them. Evil Twin and Nice Twin. Was how he was starting to consider them in his head. He did raise an eyebrow at Zella’s comments about realms. It made him start to wonder how many others out there, that could travel to different realms. He knew Zander wasn’t the only one. But it was still an interesting note. He’d turn his head fully towards Mia giving her ‘the rock’ eyebrow lift, as she told her sister about finding someone who could cook and keep them on speed dial. He didn’t know if he was supposed to blush or grin at that. It was a very awkward feeling, being the the submissive one in this form of conversation.

He’d lean back a little in the booth watching evil and sweet briefly annoy eachother before the attention was thrown back at him.

"Anyway! What cha got for us, Carlos? You may not have been here very long but I'm betting you're in the know."


He gave a slight roll of his shoulders. Not answering her right away, only because of how reluctant he was of going back to the rave. But then a lightbulb went off. This might be a good opportunity to ‘assess’ Atraya’s fuck boy from a safe distance at least. He narrowed his eyes slightly in thought as he weighed the options of telling them or not telling them. He had a feeling that no matter what he told them. That these future plans would probably involve him too. As an unwilling participant he supposed. Finally he made the mental decision of saying fuck it. Have zero fucks left to give for a night. It was his night off after all and things were just starting to get interesting.


His gaze would hold Mia’s, as he fought back the temptation to call her bossy. Afraid she might like it too much. But there was the faintest glint in his eyes that could be mistaken for mischief or flirtation.


‘Well….’ he started to say glancing around to make sure the waitress wasn’t in close proximity. To make it seem more conspiratorial if you will.


‘There’s the Wandering Reverie.’ He knew the moment the words left his lips, that he was probably going to regret this. He’d run his tongue over his suddenly dry lips as he thought about what else he should express about it.


‘Its never in the same location twice, they have a very persuasive DJ, and its not for the faint of heart. It’s not your wave around glow stick, eat candy necklaces and pop a bunch of molly kind of rave. If you know what I mean. Its a very exclusive rave. They’re very particular about whom they let in. Gotta keep the trouble making, cop-calling riff-raff out. If the party is to last till dawn.’

He’d glance up hearing the dinner bell ding as yet another individual walked into the diner. Carlos was starting to beginning to wonder if this diner was real, or if it was really some kind of vortex/portal that just drew people, well non-humans to it like moth to a flame. Or at least while he was there it seemed.

He’d break eye contact with Mia to look the new commer over as she looked like she was still deciding on staying or going. She kind of reminded him of a cat facing and open door to the outside. For some it was an easy decision. The door opens you go outside. You don’t sit and think about it. You just do it.


But not cats man. Nope. They gotta inch closer and pause surveying the territory before they even consider placing a delicate paw on the earth waiting outside. Then they have to pause some more as if doing some kind of crazy trigonometry in their heads. When its a simple decision. In or out.


He wondered about the new girl though, had she decided to stay or go? Or was she now trying to decide where to sit? He’d take his eyes off her and focus them back on the bossy twin, waiting to see what her reaction was.

[Mia §]

The door would open and Zella would take a moment to close her eyes as the air from outside pulled it's way in and around the new customer. Brine. Sand. Salt. The girl had the scent of an unpopulated beach on a sweet summer morning. It was natural and clung to her skin like a lingering perfume. It did not come from outside those doors, not with the amount of chemicals in the air of this city. How anything natural survived here was Zella's guess. She'd watch her closely with feline slitted, heterochromia eyes of blue and green for a moment as she processed what she sensed before feeling like she was being rude and looking back to Carlos. The girl seemed riddled with anxiety and she wasn't sure if it was just her inability to pick a seat.

Mia's gaze would also flicker up towards the girl. There would be something maybe familiar to Carlos with the way her eyes moved. Quick but purposeful. Verify your exits. Check for weapons. Old habits that are hard to break when its been beaten into you. Only Mia did more than just check for physical weapons. The girl certainly had an aura about her. Like someone who could control the weave but didn't have access to it. Pent up energy. Dangerous energy. Two seconds of observation and Mia's gaze would be back to Carlos that same lackadaisical care she had before. If the girl was in trouble it wasn't any of her concern, she was basically... on vacation.

"The Wandering Reverie you say?" Mia would continue in a normal conversational tone, not caring if this was a big secret or not. No sooner would the words leave her lips would the three of them get a vision. Or rather, just the knowledge of where it was being held that very night. It was as if they had known all along. If the new girl happened to hear the name of the rave in question, she too would gain this knowledge. Even if she didn't really know what they were talking about.

"Oh! Well I guess you do say." Mia would frown. She had a thing against people or spells that messed with her mind. This certainly felt like magic and although benign in it's purpose, she certainly wouldn't appreciate it.

Zella would also sit up a little straighter, blinking a bit and glancing over to her sister curiously. The location of this place coming to the front of her mind and yet, having never been to this city or barely this realm she'd recognize she couldn't have known it. Judging by Mia's reaction, she had the same thought.

"Carlos. When you say, persuasive... and not for the faint of heart. What do you mean? And...."

Zella would lean over the table a little, lowering her voice and glancing to their new found friend and her sister. She knew Mia would likely make fun of her for this, but she didn't care. She was still learning this realm and it's terminology.

"And what is a glow stick? Is it the branch of a tree covered in some bioluminescent algae? Or perhaps a stick of some sort that has had Faerie Fire cast upon it? Who or what is a Molly and why would you pop them? Is it for stress relief?"

[butterflyhime]

As she stood there debating she caught the words of one of the girls. Wandering Reverie, what in the world was that? It seemed like a strange name but what was even more strange was the fact that she felt like she knew where the place was, like she'd heard about it all before. Alara looked over at the table for a moment lips parting and closing again. It wasn't any of her business. She hadn't meant to over hear their conversation and it would be rude to ask about it wouldn't it? Alara debated for another moment before slowly approaching the table. Maybe asking one question wouldn't be so bad right?

"I'm sorry. I didn't meant o listen in...but  what is the Wandering Reverie?" She  looked at the two girls and the guy curiously giving a small tilt of her head. The other question she wanted to ask but was worried about sounding like a crazy person was why did she know where it was when she'd never heard of anything like that before.

[Carlos Banderas]

Carlos was about to respond to Zella's curious questions. He did his best not to have too much of an amused smile on his face. As he tried to think about how to explain answers to her questions. It still made him chuckle a little as he spoke. Addressing the first part half them.

"Carlos. When you say, persuasive... and not for the faint of heart. What do you mean? And...."

He thought about it. Thinking about his experience at the reverie with Atraya, and how the music...seemed to...influence him against his will. Driving him on primal instinct. He vaguely remembered the interaction he'd had with was it one or 2 women? he couldn't remember. He just remembered soft lips, hands and skin, trying to undress him in the middle of the rave as he himself was wanting to do the same to her or them? He couldn't remember but he knew at that point he'd been enjoying the rave quite thoroughly it. Was just after Atraya had disappeared with the DJ. He'd followed her scent to a closed room with one he didn't recognize. Before he could even utter a word through the door or do anything. Flotsam and Jetsam had bagged and tagged him and sent him someplace. He'd really rather not experience ever again. A soft sigh would pass his lips as watched her and her 2 different colored eyes.

'Lets just say that the DJ's music seems to sexually charge the crowd or at least influence the atmosphere. I don't know if it's the man himself behind it or or if theres just something in the notes of the music that affects non-mortals.' He shrugged. Leaving out the part of the DJ basically snatching and seducing his client. ' One minute your dancing downing shots the next your all but dry humping the person closest to you, if not actually fucking them.' He'd smirk a little at that, as he was fairly certain he witnessed a tryst or two between his own adventures. 'Oh and the bouncers are creepy as fuck and no humans are allowed.'

He'd let that sink in for a moment before continuing to answer her curious questions. He just hopped he didn't have to explain to her what sexually charged or dry humping was. He didn't think she was THAT nieve. Despite what realm she came from.

'So a glow stick, basically what it sounds like. It's a stick that glows. Its made out of plastic with I believe a little piece of glass or something inside. Anyways it has chemicals that when the stick is 'snapped' and you shake it. They mix together and glow in the dark. But they only last a few hours. Human's like to use them at human raves because they come in different colors and make fun designs when twirled around on strings or interlaced in fingers in the dark in rhythm of the electronic music.'

He couldn't stop the grin spreading over his face though as he was left explain what molly was. Trying for a straight face and failing. He'd settle with an amused smirk. 'Molly, is a commercial drug, that humans consume, that gives them a euphoric feeling of happiness. It acts like a stimulant and an aphrodisiac. It makes them happy. Like theres nothing bad in the world, increases their sensitivity to touch and being touched, and other stimulations. But usually its a great drug to start an orgy.' He said with a grin. 'Molly usually comes as pills or capsules thus the 'popping' and I suppose you could call it a stress relief.' he said with an amused smile. 'But like everything what goes up must come down. And the come down from that high is devasatating to people who face it alone. Not something I'd recommend."

when the new commer approached their table asking about the reverie. Fuck. He thought to himself. What the fuck was happening tonight? He'd take a deep breath through his nose, taking in the new comers scent. Having already identified the others individuals scents. This one was another new one for him. She smiled like the ocean. And her voice was almost hypnotic in a siren kind of way. But did Sirens even exist? He'd ponder that for a moment. They probably did. If a fury could exist why not a siren? or a gorgon or hell every other mythological creature ever conceived. This woman wasn't aggressive nor giving him danger zone vibes the way Mia had been. His eyes would flicker to Mia again. Half hoping she'd be at least nicer to the stranger than she had been to him. It was clear as day to him, that she'd heard Mia's say the 'magic words' and probably also got the same mental message the three of them had. Why else would she wander over and ask about it?. Since it was clear he was now the center of everyones focus and wasn't going to be able to enjoy his solo evening anymore. Or his plethora of pie for that matter. 

'It's a rave' He'd say casually. Not wanting to elaborate too much. In case mia decided to go killer queen on either him or the new commer. He'd give a Alara a kind smile. Before glancing back at Mia and Zella. 'New around here?' He'd ask casually. She looked like she had another question she wanted to ask them. The old carlos was starting to crack the surface of the present. The one who enjoyed being around a gaggle of women. The shameless flirt, who mostly flirted to entertain himself as well as those he flirted with.

[Mia §]

Zella looked at Carlos curiously as he explained his thoughts of this DJ person. This... didn't sound too much different than a ceremony to Eilistraee. She could nearly smell how the thought of his last visit made him uneasy though she herself seemed unphased. She would just nod thoughtfully and motion for him to continue.

She'd continue to listen, just watching him with those mismatched eyes as she absorbed his explanations and the emotions he had tied to them. They'd range from nervous to excited to amused. It was interesting and despite her previous protest Zella's lips would curl into an amused smile. The drugs and sex didn't sound anything out of what she was used to only that Eilistraeeans used it for worship. So it was purposeful. But there was one thing that seemed to catch her attention.

"I would at least like a glow stick. Or many. They sound less taxing than Faerie Fire. Some in my home would cast Faerie Fire on their blades and perform intricate dances with them in the moonlight. This sounds very similar. Mia. Why did you not tell me this Rave was essentially a ceremony for the Dark Maiden?"

Mia couldn't help but snort and roll her eyes. How was she supposed to know this. She hadn't been raised by a bunch of hippie elves in the woods. She was purposely trying to make her twin uncomfortable and right now it didn't seem to be working. It made her ponder a bit. Had the situation changed and she was the one sent away and not Zella, would they be different? Maybe. Though Mia would always be a bit of a sociopath. Those 'nice' Drow probably would've ended up killing her.

"Bah. Your dances are over rated. A rave, human or otherwise, serves no other purpose than satisfying yourself. You're there to dance, listen to the music, have a good time and if you're so inclined, take somebody home."

The new girl would approach and both Zella and Mia would turn their attention. Both of them nearly identical in every way save for Zella's gaze of one silvery blue eye and the other silvery green. Mia's eyes were both silvery blue. If not for their eye color their expressions alone would more than be enough to tell the two apart. Zella would look up to Alara with a friendly smile. Mia would start her gaze at the girl's waist and let her eyes travel up her body, her grin growing perhaps all the more twisted, perhaps even predatory.

"It's a Rave. A big party where people go to dance through the night and listen to music with a heavy beat. Sounds like fun don't it?"

She'd snicker, reaching under the table with her foot to kick Carlos in the knee.

"Don't be rude. Scoot over. Let the new girl sit." She wouldn't ask, she would just take an uneaten slice of pie and slide it across the table to indicate where this girl should sit. This girl seemed like corruptible innocence since her sister was proving to be less of a prude than she originally thought.

"Have some pie. Carlos here basically bought out the whole diner as you can see."

Zella would just shake her head, giving Mia one of those looks her sister was starting to grow annoyed with. It was a look Mia received often from their Mother. It was usually followed with the phrase 'Bless Your Heart'.

"You're no trouble. Sit if you wish, but you do not have to. My name is Zella. This is my sister Mia. And as Mia mentioned this is Carlos." She wouldn't ask for the girl's name, but should she choose to sit down then it would be highly implied she should give it.

[butterflyhime]

Alara stood by their table debating. It was strange having them all pay attention to her. She fiddled with her shirt when she noticed Mia's gaze, it certainly made her want to run and hide. She took in their words unsure of what to say at first. She still wanted to know why she suddenly knew the location to a rave of all things. Something she'd never been to much less ever imagined going to one. She'd read stories about raves and seen them on TV but the idea of actually going to one was beyond her. She breathed in debating on what to say.

"Ah no....it doesn't really sound like fun to me." She  gave them a small smile deciding it was best to get it out of the way at least if they thought she was crazy she could be polite.

"I live around this area...but i've never heard of that until i over heard you talking about it...it's really strange all of a sudden out of no where i'm sure i know where it is though...isn't that strange?" She tugged on her large shirt wondering if it'd be okay to sit with them, the pie did look wonderful and the smell was even better.

"I'm Alara....nice to meet you." She offered them all another smile.

[Mia §]

Mia leaned forward, resting her elbow upon the table and her chin in the palm of her hand as she eyed Alara. Fragile came to mind. As did sheltered as the girl declared the rave didn't sound like a fun time.

"You know. It does sound strange." Mia leaned back against the booth, looking past Alara to the waitress who was minding her own business over at the diner counter. There wouldn't be a need to yell since the place was empty, but she'd speak up a little louder so the woman could hear her.

"Hey Connie! You ever hear of a place called the Wandering Reverie?"

The waitress would look up as she was addressed, thinking for a moment before shaking her head.

"Can't say I've heard of it. What is it? Some new dive bar that's opened up?"

Mia smirked. The Waitress clearly didn't get the same message as the four of them had upon hearing the name. Guess whatever magic that name held didn't work on humans.

"Heard it's a Rave. Let us know if you hear anything? Thanks Connie!" And she'd turn back to her group leaving the waitress alone. She'd just shrug and go back to reading the paper.

"So yeah. Extra strange. C'mon Fish Bait. Have a seat. You don't seem to have anywhere else better to be. Raves don't sound fun to you.... what does sound fun?"

Zella gave Mia a glance to say she was being rude though found the nickname appropriate based upon the girl's scent.

[Carlos Banderas]

Instant twing of annoying stinging pain, from Mia's shoe connecting with his knee. He'd shoot switchblade barbie a dirty look, before glancing at the new girl again. Her scent definitely reminded him of the ocean. Somehow it was soothing and alluring at the same time. Carlos would move his tall frame over in the boot to make room for the new girl pushing one of the untouched slices of pie in her general direction. He glanced at the twins. He had a feeling they, and somehow he was going to be dragged along to the reverie that evening. And from the way Mia was talking it sounded like their new commer was going to be captured and dragged along too. 

He gave a slight shrug at  Alara, as if to say it was her move if she wanted to sit next to him in the booth. As it was his night had taken a rather unexpected turn, that he would never have anticipated. He glanced at Zella. She was definitely the nice one between the two. In his mind though he was definitely filling up a roster of crazy nicknames for Mia. The latest one crossing his mind was bride of chucky. She was just so psychotic. But then it dawned on himself. When was the last time he'd actually had a full night of crazy adventure? 

Too long. Perhaps it was time to overcome his reluctance about returning to the rave. He'd give Alara a friendly smile. 'Do you not like to dance?' he asked in addition to Mia's question.

[butterflyhime]

Fish Bait? Alara was sure that she heard that right but she didn't want to cause trouble either so she ignored it. Her eyes were drawn to the slice of pie that Carlos pushed over and after a much quicker debate then any of her other previous pauses she moved to sit down beside of him, the smell of the pie was too alluring not to give in.

"Thank you." She offered him smile before giving a delicate shrug of her shoulders looking between the three of them. "I dance....just not in public. Fun would be going for a nice midnight swim, movies or books are good to." Alara was aware of how lame it sounded after she said it, but it wasn't like she could take it back so she busied herself with her slice of pie, cheeks pink. 

[Mia §]

"UUuuuuugh. Boring!!"

Mia would roll her eyes and slide down into the booth like a temperamental toddler as Alara mentioned what it was she did for fun. Silvery blue eyes would look over to Zella who could only sit there with a curious expression on her face, wondering exactly how old her twin was supposed to be. Mia would catch the look and frown, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. Maybe brining Zella to LA was a mistake. She didn't seem to be as flustered as she thought she was going to be. Maybe she should have taken her to Yemen to see how she'd react to a full blown civil war. But she'd probably just want to help.

Mia pressed her hand flat against the table top and pushed herself back into an upright position, using the same momentum to just slide herself out of the booth.

"I gotta pee. We need a better game plan or I'm taking heads...."

She'd hook her thumbs into the pockets of her leather pants and stalk her way to the bathroom, turning her gaze to scrutinize the waitstaff and get a read on how many people exactly were in the building.


Zella would just blink, not entirely sure how literal Mia was being right now but figuring it was safe to not let the locals worry. She'd turn her attention back to the slice of pie she had been eating on in a very nonchalant manner. She'd take a bite, smile and look up to the two that now sat across from her.

"I like books as well. One can get lost within pages."

She'd nod to Alara, sectioning off another small bite of pie with her fork as she spoke.

"A midnight swim could also be fun. Though perhaps more fun if it were not alone."

Bi colored eyes of blue and green would look in Carlos' direction. She'd half laugh, one that almost revealed a flash of fang.

"What is it you like to do for fun?"

[Carlos Banderas]

Carlos chose to ignore Mia's clear tantrum. As he himself occupied his mouth with his own mouthful of pie. He'd watch her cautiously as she stalked off to the bathroom. Before looking at Zella. Was she hinting at something? He wasn't sure how to take her 'swimming' comment and about it not being alone. But it did make him swallow rather hard on his pie. Now it was his turn to speak about what his interests were. And for a full minute he drew a complete blank.

This had been his first real day off since they'd arrived in LA. That said he hadn't really had much time to indulge himself in his own entertainment aside from driving Atraya damn near insane. Slowly he rolled his shoulders. He wasn't a book worm like these two. Thoughtfully he took another bite of pie slowly chewing as he thought about the question. Clearly stalling because well....he currently lived a boring existence. Previous lives he'd been well...more fun. More flirtatious and definitely more of a risk taker.

"oh you know skinny dipping with beautiful women, has always been a highlight on my favorite list of things to do.' He said with an almost wolfish like grin. Was he joking or was he serious? He rolled his shoulders in a shrug as he again thought about what it was he ACTUALLY enjoyed. Finally he settled on a previous life's ambition.

'I like smoking weed with my friends, listening to music, drinking, clubbing, enjoying the bachelor life style when I'm not working.'

He wasn't sure if that answer would satisfy the strange girl, but it was all he could come up with on the fly.

[butterflyhime]

She blinked a few times as Mia stormed off. It wasn't her fault that she was boring. She had kept to herself for a long time. She thought about it quietly for a moment, she'd been skinny dipping before it had felt amazing being in the water and feeling it surround her so completely but swimming with other people didn't seem so bad.

"Feeling the water on your flesh and the way it surrounds you is a wonderful feeling....and being with others...I don't think it's such a bad thing." Alara's voice was soft as she spoke, she had meant them as innocently as can be but her tone changed slightly to a tempting tone.

"I suppose a rave is right up your alley then...huh?" She peeked over to the other girl. "What is it that you like to do?"

[Mia §]

Zella paused after being asked what it was she liked to do. She looked up at the willowy framed girl that sat across from her. She wasn't sure how to answer that question. Viconia had kept her on a pretty strict schedule of training and worship. All so they could be ready at a moment's notice to hunt the demons of Lolth that plagued the Drow that chose to live upon the surface. She was taught to be merciful and to show kindness to those upon the road, always choosing to offer assistance to others rather than think of self. But as she aged she was also kept under close watch. The community she lived within was not receptive to the traits of her mother that started to show and Viconia, having limited knowledge of her parentage was afraid Zella would eventually be treated as those demons they sought to eliminate. But she supposed the festivals were fun.

"I enjoy training to be a sword dancer. I enjoy festivals and music. Trying new foods. Meeting new people."

"Did she tell you how she likes to dance naked under the moonlight with those swords?"

Mia would come sauntering back from the bathroom, adding to Zella's comment. Zella turned to look behind her and just non-chalantly shrug. She wasn't going to bring it up. Not that she was ashamed, but even in Faerun some of her clan's practices were a little too open for the conservative humans that lived around them. So she just wouldn't mention talk about it.

"What do I know though. Sounds like it would be interesting to try at least once."

[Carlos Banderas]

All this talk of skinny dipping and nakedness was definitely making for an uncomfortable situation for Carlos. This was the moment in movies where the nervous horny guy would scream for the 'check please!'. But that wasn't going to save him any discomfort from this situation. He shifted nervously in his seat. He was sorrounded by 3 incredibly beautiful women. All of them had to be fae. Would he opposed to being exposed to their wiles? No, no he absolutely would not. Would he assume their plans involved him? Again, no absolutely not. Would he run he run away screaming if switch blade barbie started making sexy eyes at him? You bet you're sweet ass he would. All the talk of nakedness had distracted him momentarily. Causing him to cough uncomfortably. Trying to center himself a little bit. 

was sex and nudity just a common theme between mia and zella that they often discussed with random strangers? The other girl he didn't even know where to begin to think about where her mind was at. But Carlos was starting to have a weeee bit of paranoia in the back of his head that he was gonna end up in the orgy of a life time, only to find himself naked on a beach in the middle of the ocean, with no way home. Because the party bus failed to notify him to get back on or get left behind. OR they just simply drugged him and dumped him. He could vizualize that happening to him as well. While some of the idea's sound liked great grand beauftiful idea's (because again he loved women) and wasn't opposed to their willingness to show off. He just felt like each scenario was going to end worse than the next. 

Circling back to the reverie. A heavy sigh would pass his lips. Forgive me Tray. He thought to himself as he couldn't believe he was even going to suggest it.

'Well swimming and dancing with swords naked sounds amazing and all.... I think you'll get more bang for your buck at the reverie...'

His eyes would circle the group of women, waiting to see what their objections would or wouldn't be. as long as Flotsam and Jetsam left him the fuck alone. They'd be good. He suspected that since tray wasn't with him, and he wasn't having to play body guard for her, that they'd leave him alone. Since she wasn't with him. There'd be no reason for him to...be 'concerned.' Right?'

'If sex and depravity is what you seek...seek and you shall find there I almost guarantee if nothing else it will be one hell of a hot ride.' ...and I can ditch all 3 of you psychos once we're there.. He thought to himself. Even though that tiny little though in reality was probably going to be wishful thinking. 


He'd finish off the peice of pie he'd been working on waiting to see what the ladies thought about the rave.

[butterflyhime]

Sword dancing? That actually sounded rather amazing. It was something that had to take a lot of skill and work to do. When Mia came back and mentioned it being done naked Alara could only stare at them with wide eyes. That had to be even more dangerous then doing it with clothing on. She shook her head from her thoughts when Carlos words came through. She gave them a tiny polite smile.

"I'm sorry but I have other plans for the night. Dancing....sex...whatever else happens at a Rave isn't something I want to be apart of." She declined as politely as she could. Alara wasn't a virgin by any means but she had a bad experience with her ex boyfriend and since then she had stayed away from as many males and sex as possible.  "I do hope you three have fun though."