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madame_denna) wrote2011-12-10 12:45 am
madame_denna) wrote2011-12-10 12:45 am
Mord'Sith get together => A night out with friends..
Characters: Denna/Cara/Triana/Berdine/Raina/Dahlia
Rating: PG
Warnings: absolute crack!fic, unhealty looking beverages
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course - no money is made.
A/N: Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
synergyfox, who helped me to get this straight, but I added a few things later, so all mistakes are my own!
"Oh no way! No, no, no you didn't!"
Berdine's disbelieving gaze bored holes into her. Denna looked up and met eyes with her dark-haired sister, just right in time to see the barmaid placing six more glasses on the counter.
"Why not?!" Denna got up, gathered the drinks and placed them in the middle of their table.
"Even you have to admit, that our spare time is very rare, so let us enjoy ourselves! It's now or never!", her demanding glance brooked no room for disagreement, despite her even and friendly voice.
"Berdine, if you don't want yours, I will take it!" Triana put in, already pulling the glass in her direction.
"Awww, no way Triana, you know what happened the last time!?" Cara looked pointedly at her sister, snapping the glass out of the brunette's reach.
"Probably not," Denna chimed in, pointing at Raina, a vicious smile adorning her face, "Raina had to carry her all the way back to the temple."
Raina could only groan as she recalled the memory of her suffering.
Denna smirked then focused her attention on Triana again and continued, "I would have left you lay, where you had fallen."
"As if you could have carried anything more than yourself that night", Berdine chuckled slightly under her breath and snuggled closer to Raina.
"No," Cara agreed, "probably not", sending both of her sister an amused smirk of her own.
"Well, whatever," Denna exclaimed not sure were this was heading. Not sure she wanted were this was heading. She positioned a glass in front of each Mord'Sith. Providing distraction. "Drink in one go, the last will have to pay the next round!"
Triana looked contrite, but said nothing, holding tightly on her one glass left.
Before any of her sisters could have even reached for their drinks, Denna had drowned the content of her glass, slamming the mug with a loud thud back on the table.
"Firrrrsssst!". She grimaced as the strong alcohol burned down her throat.
In shock, the other Mord'Sith hurriedly finished off their own drinks.
"Whoa! What the hell!?" Cara brows shot up to her hairline, her face twisting in distaste.
"Raina, you were the last!" Denna chocked out, "Just tell the maid, that we will have the same again", waving her hand wildly over the table in the attempt to point at the glasses, hitting Triana accidentally in the face by doing so.
"Ouch!", the dark-haired Mord'Sith was able to utter, before she toppled over with her chair backwards.
"Denna, what is that?" Cara interrupted, not bothering with Triana struggling on the floor.
"Ehmmm.., especially good.. drinks!?" She flashed her sweetest smile at the blond, then turned to lift Triana up from the ground.
"You owe me for that one!" Triana let go of Denna, almost instantly missing the tight body constact to her Mistress. "Now I can't lose for at least two rounds, ok?" She looked up at her hopefully.
"You've already lost before you've even started, Triana." Berdine put in.
The clinging of glasses announced the next round to start. Raina arranged the new filled glasses in front of everyone.
"Go!" With the command Raina emptied her glass in one single motion and the other Mord'Sith hurriedly followed.
"Ughhhh!" all Mord'Sith uttered simultaneously between coughs. The liquid burned like acid in their throats, all the way down to the stomach.
Cara shooke herself and stared thoughtfully at the empty glass in her hand.
"That taste reminds me of something... dead." Her gaze wandered to the blonde Mord'Sith lounging across the table. "Denna, tell me, what is this?" She leaned forward and stemmed her arms on the surface. "Now!"
Denna's eyes went wide. "I lost! Yeah, I was the last". She practically jumped up from her chair and hurried off to the bar.
A loud thud nearby provided enough distraction for her to slip out of sight completely. Triana's head had hit the table. Face first. Her arms dangled down her shoulders, her hands almost reaching the floor. The only connection that held her in a sitting postion was her the head laying on the table's surface.
"Oh no! Please remind me again, why we always have to take her with us?!" Raina mumbled, slumping against the back of her chair. "I won't carry her this time!". She narrowed her eyes and she pointed with her forefinger at everyone, except for Denna, who is still out of sight.
Dahlia patted her sister in a reassuring Mord'Sith-way on the shoulder. Raina jerked forwards with every pat. "We will think of something."
Denna eventually came back, leaning against to the table, as she waved a full bottle of the unhealthy looking liquid in front of Berdine's face.
"How did you convince the barmaid to give you the hole bottle??" the brunette uttered clearly impressed.
Denna leaned down over the table, motioning for her sister to come nearer as well. Telling the secret of all secrets she purred with a smirk so darkly, topping even her usual one. "Well, the barmaid was surprisingly very interested in the other uses of my agiel, so I..."
Cara's hand shot up at once to keep Denna from going further into detail.
"Never mind!"
After a couple rounds of drinks later the side-effects of the high alcoholic substance Denna had organized, started even to influence the strongest sister of the agiel.
"Let us make this a little bit more interesting," Denna offered smugly.
"I'm not sure that I need it to be more interesting", Berdine breathed between heated kisses with Raina.
"Don't be a poor spoor, Berdine!" Cara said and pulled Berdine back at the table on her braid, then turned her attention back to Denna. "What exactly do you have in mind?"
"Since our supply of drinks is due to my ways of persuasion ensured, we need another bet!"
"Whoaaa," was the collective reply accompanied by thumping on the table's surface.
"The one of us, who finishes her drink last has to fill the bet that is settled before the rounds starts. The loser must fulfil the bet then places the next bet for the next round. After that it starts all over again! Understood?“ Denna asked, but her explanation was only met by quizzical looks on her sister’s faces. She rolled her eyes in slight annoyance. "No problem! Learning by doing! Let us begin!"
"What kind of bet do you have in mind, Denna?" Dahlia chimned in, already cluching the table to stabilize her balance.
Denna's head turned in Dahlia's direction, her eyes raked over Dahlia's form, she bit down on her lower lip to contain her excitement.
"How well can you strip?"
Rating: PG
Warnings: absolute crack!fic, unhealty looking beverages
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course - no money is made.
A/N: Many thanks to
synergyfox, who helped me to get this straight, but I added a few things later, so all mistakes are my own!"Oh no way! No, no, no you didn't!"
Berdine's disbelieving gaze bored holes into her. Denna looked up and met eyes with her dark-haired sister, just right in time to see the barmaid placing six more glasses on the counter.
"Why not?!" Denna got up, gathered the drinks and placed them in the middle of their table.
"Even you have to admit, that our spare time is very rare, so let us enjoy ourselves! It's now or never!", her demanding glance brooked no room for disagreement, despite her even and friendly voice.
"Berdine, if you don't want yours, I will take it!" Triana put in, already pulling the glass in her direction.
"Awww, no way Triana, you know what happened the last time!?" Cara looked pointedly at her sister, snapping the glass out of the brunette's reach.
"Probably not," Denna chimed in, pointing at Raina, a vicious smile adorning her face, "Raina had to carry her all the way back to the temple."
Raina could only groan as she recalled the memory of her suffering.
Denna smirked then focused her attention on Triana again and continued, "I would have left you lay, where you had fallen."
"As if you could have carried anything more than yourself that night", Berdine chuckled slightly under her breath and snuggled closer to Raina.
"No," Cara agreed, "probably not", sending both of her sister an amused smirk of her own.
"Well, whatever," Denna exclaimed not sure were this was heading. Not sure she wanted were this was heading. She positioned a glass in front of each Mord'Sith. Providing distraction. "Drink in one go, the last will have to pay the next round!"
Triana looked contrite, but said nothing, holding tightly on her one glass left.
Before any of her sisters could have even reached for their drinks, Denna had drowned the content of her glass, slamming the mug with a loud thud back on the table.
"Firrrrsssst!". She grimaced as the strong alcohol burned down her throat.
In shock, the other Mord'Sith hurriedly finished off their own drinks.
"Whoa! What the hell!?" Cara brows shot up to her hairline, her face twisting in distaste.
"Raina, you were the last!" Denna chocked out, "Just tell the maid, that we will have the same again", waving her hand wildly over the table in the attempt to point at the glasses, hitting Triana accidentally in the face by doing so.
"Ouch!", the dark-haired Mord'Sith was able to utter, before she toppled over with her chair backwards.
"Denna, what is that?" Cara interrupted, not bothering with Triana struggling on the floor.
"Ehmmm.., especially good.. drinks!?" She flashed her sweetest smile at the blond, then turned to lift Triana up from the ground.
"You owe me for that one!" Triana let go of Denna, almost instantly missing the tight body constact to her Mistress. "Now I can't lose for at least two rounds, ok?" She looked up at her hopefully.
"You've already lost before you've even started, Triana." Berdine put in.
The clinging of glasses announced the next round to start. Raina arranged the new filled glasses in front of everyone.
"Go!" With the command Raina emptied her glass in one single motion and the other Mord'Sith hurriedly followed.
"Ughhhh!" all Mord'Sith uttered simultaneously between coughs. The liquid burned like acid in their throats, all the way down to the stomach.
Cara shooke herself and stared thoughtfully at the empty glass in her hand.
"That taste reminds me of something... dead." Her gaze wandered to the blonde Mord'Sith lounging across the table. "Denna, tell me, what is this?" She leaned forward and stemmed her arms on the surface. "Now!"
Denna's eyes went wide. "I lost! Yeah, I was the last". She practically jumped up from her chair and hurried off to the bar.
A loud thud nearby provided enough distraction for her to slip out of sight completely. Triana's head had hit the table. Face first. Her arms dangled down her shoulders, her hands almost reaching the floor. The only connection that held her in a sitting postion was her the head laying on the table's surface.
"Oh no! Please remind me again, why we always have to take her with us?!" Raina mumbled, slumping against the back of her chair. "I won't carry her this time!". She narrowed her eyes and she pointed with her forefinger at everyone, except for Denna, who is still out of sight.
Dahlia patted her sister in a reassuring Mord'Sith-way on the shoulder. Raina jerked forwards with every pat. "We will think of something."
Denna eventually came back, leaning against to the table, as she waved a full bottle of the unhealthy looking liquid in front of Berdine's face.
"How did you convince the barmaid to give you the hole bottle??" the brunette uttered clearly impressed.
Denna leaned down over the table, motioning for her sister to come nearer as well. Telling the secret of all secrets she purred with a smirk so darkly, topping even her usual one. "Well, the barmaid was surprisingly very interested in the other uses of my agiel, so I..."
Cara's hand shot up at once to keep Denna from going further into detail.
"Never mind!"
After a couple rounds of drinks later the side-effects of the high alcoholic substance Denna had organized, started even to influence the strongest sister of the agiel.
"Let us make this a little bit more interesting," Denna offered smugly.
"I'm not sure that I need it to be more interesting", Berdine breathed between heated kisses with Raina.
"Don't be a poor spoor, Berdine!" Cara said and pulled Berdine back at the table on her braid, then turned her attention back to Denna. "What exactly do you have in mind?"
"Since our supply of drinks is due to my ways of persuasion ensured, we need another bet!"
"Whoaaa," was the collective reply accompanied by thumping on the table's surface.
"The one of us, who finishes her drink last has to fill the bet that is settled before the rounds starts. The loser must fulfil the bet then places the next bet for the next round. After that it starts all over again! Understood?“ Denna asked, but her explanation was only met by quizzical looks on her sister’s faces. She rolled her eyes in slight annoyance. "No problem! Learning by doing! Let us begin!"
"What kind of bet do you have in mind, Denna?" Dahlia chimned in, already cluching the table to stabilize her balance.
Denna's head turned in Dahlia's direction, her eyes raked over Dahlia's form, she bit down on her lower lip to contain her excitement.
"How well can you strip?"
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*grin*
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Thank you! :)
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