6625/Hungover in a Cat House

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Hungover in a Cat House
Date of Scene: 19 June 2021
Location: The Griffin
Synopsis: No fatalities. One cobra released into the wild, several zoo animals startled. It's looove.
Cast of Characters: Thomas Blake, Satana Hellstrom




Thomas Blake has posed:
8:14 Eastern time. The scene: the master bathroom in the Griffin, owned by Thomas Blake under another name.

Thomas Blake grabs another handful of glorious red hair and adds t to the handful he's already holding. He strokes Satana's backs and minds her nails and teeth juuust in case. Fortunately the house is situated on a huge lot and soundproofed. Otherwise he's pretty sure the SWAT teams would be arriving.

"So... you never got hungover before?" He steals himself for further destruction of any romantic notions he may have of Satana. Lust will have to see him through for a while... just not now. Oh man, those poor people at the water treatment plant.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Is THAT what this is called?" The voice sounds ... pathetic, actually. This is not the seductive, strong, Devil-may-care half-demoness that Thomas has learned to fear and yet desire with all his ...

... let's use 'heart' in place of what he really desires her with. As a literary device to keep things classy.

"When people talked about hangovers," she continues, almost simpering, "they talked like it was worse than going to Hell."

Her stomach convulses again, though with nothing inside any longer, all that comes out is black bile that scorches the toilet's ceramic.

"They may be right!" she wails.

That would show her, wouldn't it? Not to drink whatever liquids she finds in Thomas' house. Sure she'd had all the booze without even a slight moment of intoxication. Sure she'd tried the laundry bleach, the drain opener. Nothing. So when she'd found the bottle labelled 'demon rum' on a piece of duck tape with clumsy lettering, she'd cracked the top and guzzled it without thinking.

The rest of the ... was it only a night? Was a blur. Something about ... snakes? And a traffic cone.

Satana tried to piece together the evening that this 'demon rum' had led to.

Thomas Blake has posed:
7:14 The previous evening. The Living room.

He was going through some memorabilia in a lost and found box from waaaay back. gabby was getting a vintage set of brass knuckles... and a cute scarf. Among the items a bottle marked 'Demon Rum'. The seal was unbroken and without thinking he opened it to further examine it. An acrid horrible stench assaulted his sensitive nostrils and he held it away. Obviously it had gone way bad.

His ears were pretty sharp too and he caught the sound of a light body hitting the floor boards, racing down the staircase and padding up behind him on bare feet. Probably bare everything.

"Give." One hand tussled his red hair roughly, and insistantly. Then, "Please?" in that coy voice she used to ask to drain some soul energy or get a back rub with sand paper.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Don't..." Thomas remembered, then, with a bit of prompting from the talons entwined in his hair, pressed against his scalp, that nobody tells Satana what to do. Or, in this case, what not to do. Satana, initially going to just take a mouthful, defiantly downs the whole bottle, taking the half-step forward she needed to make sure Thomas could see her from toes to tangle, head thrown back (with certain distractors jutting out now) to guzzle the bottle completely.

"Wooh!" she shouts. "I actually *FELT* that one! You've got to get me more of this stuff!"

Then the impact.

The stereotypical gasp of people taking a shot of hard liquor. She has that. For the first time sounding real, not rehearsed.

Her eyes widen in surprise as whatever is in that rum starts to seep through the soft tissues of the mouth, quickly beginning the ... well ... alcohol? But not really? ... poisoning.

Drunkenness.

Blinking in confusion, as unfamiliar sensations distort her vision.

"Why is everything blurry?" she asks, voice genuinely concerned as she reaches out for Thomas. For comfort. For support.

And misses.

Satana tumbles straight into Thomas in a way that feels very similar to how she'll often throw herself at him (complete with the bone-jarring concussion when his chair falls over backward), but not in a playful way that presages another evening of endurance tests.

"Thomas! I'm ... what...? WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake grabs for her and catches her under the arms. He holds her at arms' length and assesses the blush starting at her cheeks and probably ending at her other cheeks. The rapid breathing, the dilated eyes, the breath... yikes. He looks down at her a bit amazed. But comfort first, right?

He kisses her on the forehead, holds her close and says with mortal wisdom, "You're crocked my girl. Blitzed. Potted. hammered. DUI -Demon Under the Influence. A cheap date." He strokes the tangled hair. "Let's get you in a cold shower and then some coffee." And he picks her up to do just that. Sensible right? The first time he got drunk... well that led to him being expelled and a middle school librarian losing her position. But back the Satana.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"You do this to yourselves!?" Satana's slurred voice is amazed. "I always thought humans were weak and simpering creatures not worth much of anything..."

She pauses here, her brain visibly processing. But slowly. Stupidly.

"...not all of you. I think you're great Thomas," she says, badly trying to reassure that 'he's different'.

"But no. No way. I want to go out there and be like you humans. Drunk. Hammered. Crocked. Potted. I want to see the world the way you do!"

And with that she's scrabbling to her feet and unsteadily lurching toward the exit, ready to head out into the street.

Stark. Fucking. Naked.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake grabs the hips. "Wait! You need clothes. Let's get you some clothes and we'll take a walk otherwise... you'll blow my secret identity and stuff... YOU HAVE TO PUT SOMETHING ON!" He uses the voice reserved a silly child playing with a gun. Holding onto her actually works for the moment. She isn't in position to use her full strength against him. "And... we don't know what other effects this has on you. You might be weak as a she-bear. Powers off! It's fucking magic!" Very wiggly hips.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"What are they going to do? Arrest m..."

Satana stops mid-word as Thomas brings up the possibility that she might lose her powers from this. She looks at her finger and then points it at a wall. Nothing. Nothing zots from her fingertip to burn a hole in the concrete with Hellish fire. Probably for the best.

Then she belches and instead a cloud of Hellish fire bursts out in front of her singeing the paint.

"Oh, wow. That was interesting!" she says. "You're right. I will wear one of your tee shirts. And sandals."

Undergarments? Pants? Nothing mentioned...

Thomas Blake has posed:
Well he tried for sweat pants. laying her down and being as gentle as possible. trying to avoid the kicking feet with her having a ball and gig-gig-giggling. He figured he'd settle for the underwear and forget the pants after she playfully got a heel into his solar plexus and threw him flat. He looks up at her thinking her normal mane of hair now was an explosion in streamer factory and silently holds up some sandals. More giggles.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
The sweat pants weren't happening. Definitely. Every time Thomas got near her legs she would get "playful" and injury was sustained. Underwear she finally slipped on. "You need something to pull off with your teeth when we find a filthy alley!" she giggles. The sandals in his hand made her picture him wearing them. On his hands. Walking on his hands. Which sparked laughter that triggered another fireball.

This is likely going to have to be a barefoot walk. A decision that's forced by her coming to her feet, falling forward, getting back up and lurching once more to the door.

At least this time not in a state that's going to have cops try to arrest her on sight.

How long can this last?...

"I wanna go to the reptile house!" she says, enthused. "Let's go see reptiles!"

The zoo being, naturally, closed.

Thomas Blake has posed:
And suddenly they were at the zoo. Or above it, specifically above the tiger habitat. Thomas managed to grab a railing and Satana by the shirt. Dangling above a startled tiger he threw her over the rail to safety. The opposite reaction was his losing his grip and falling at the paws of the tiger.

He looked the beast in the eyes. He mostly did this trick with lions.

"Women are crazy," he explained patting the massive furry head. The tiger snorted then purred a little. And he ran to the side of the enclosure and up it seizing the railing, and flipping. "take that Nightwing!" Now where did she go? She might be in Zanzibar for all he knew.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
No, she's not in Zanzibar. She's in the giraffe enclosure. At giraffe head height. Talking to a giraffe. A very bemused giraffe who's questioning a whole life of bad choices.

"You're adorable!" she says to the poor beast. "And with a tongue like that you're probably a real hit at all the right parties."

Did she just...?

...yes. Yes she did.

"I'll come back and talk about that tongue with you later," she continues, slurring her speech and tilting at about a 15 degree angle in the air. Slowly rotating away from the giraffe. As that catches up with her awareness she starts making gestures trying to turn herself back around.

It's not working.

"Before I go, have you seen a hot piece of beefsteak wearing a lion shirt? 'Cause I lost him somewhere. Spell misfire. If you see him, tell him to look up in the sky."

Which given her state of clothing is probably something that she doesn't want people doing.

No, scratch that. She probably does want it. It's THOMAS who likely doesn't.

Unless he's the sharing sort.

Or the 'I'm tapping that' gesture sort.

Right. He's probably doing that gesture right now by the gorilla enclosure.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake says something sounding like 'melon farmer'. He takes a running leap, bounces off a park bench and smacks into the high fencing of the enclosure. He grabs it and with finger and toeholds levers himself up the rest of the way to grab for Satana's ankle. He misses (Hey even Batman missed once) due to her sporadic twisting and instead grabs her big loafing around tee shirt. He quickly tries to grab it with both hands... he says something that sounds like 'mother flower' but idsn't.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana, with the unexpected extra weight, starts to go down slowly. Then she belches up another huge ball of fire and the descent rate increases sharply, thumping Thomas into the ground with her on top.

"Ooh, Thomas!" she purrs. "You're trying to be assertive. And here in the animal cage! You want us to be like we're on Discovery?"

Crap. She's half-remembering terrible song lyrics!

"But I haven't found the snakes yet!"

And off she tears. Lurching at amazing speed straight for the reptile house.

Not the entrance.

The wall.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake gets a moment to relaxand then she's up and running and he has the back of the shirt in his hands and his tee shift s smoldering. He beats it out as he runs after her. Obviously some demon magic was coming back.

Melon Farmer.

He chases after the shapely, drunken she-devil. He might want some of that demon rum before the night was through. It might kill him but so might she.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Running full-tilt at the wall it seems that Satana is about to crash through it ... only to vanish. Through a window in the wall she can be seen pausing and getting her bearings.

She grins and turns to look at Thomas, pointing and mouthing something at him he can't hear through A GOD-DAMNED WALL THAT STUPID...!

Take a deep breath. Keep breathing. Just have to find a means if ingress before she ...

Aw, dammit! She's running off again!

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake stops. He's been an idiot. This is a matter of predator chasing (drunken) predator. But, though it goes against his grain... he can be prey. Actually she likes that he's pretty sure.

"Hey! Cutie pie! Can't touch this!" he yells slapping himself on the chest. He waits for her to hopefully refister the patronizing tone and yes he dropped the c-word there *cute*. For good measure he adds, "You look adorable!" Then...

Oh shit. Run.

Run like Batman is after you. No not Batman, Joker!!

RUUUUUUUUN!!!

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
There's an odd delay in the expected reaction. Taking longer than even Thomas had planned for. Then...

A string of loud words, punctuated by flames as she belches more, setting off fire alarms and sprinklers, can be heard clearly through the walls. Many of the words sound like "fathermucker" but not in that order of consonants.

Then she's outside, eyes gleaming like they are on fire (because they are), mouth looking like it's filled with fangs (because it is), and ...

... a really large cobra in her right hand.

"I'll make you forget that word even exists!" she screams, outraged at him as she lurches his way.

It is the lurching that allows Thomas to survive. Because otherwise she'd have remembered she could fry him from a distance.

"I KEEL YOU GOOD! I SUCK YOUR SOUL AND DEFECATE IT IN HELL!" Only she didn't say "defecate".

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake e=runs like Joker cought him in the Clown Prince of Crime's secret Harley Quinn shrine (the bad guys all say he has one though not to his face.) Thomas runs and grabs a tree branch, flipping himself up and over and behind her. Try to grab the wrist holding the cobra while he locks legs around that slim waist. He isn't gentle. At her peak she can lift several tons and shake off gunfire.

Also he's about out of patience with his girl . I mean he is a bad guy. Then again, he does the unexpected and plants a kiss on her naked shoulder. He murmurs the thinga she likes to hear in a pointed ear. "Let's go home and finish this... and this... and THIS..."

There are a couple reasons they call him Catman.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
If Satana had had a heart, it would have melted at that point. She doesn't however. Well, the metaphorical variety at least.

This real version of Satana has something else melt. Something best left to the imagination. "Oh you charmer you!" she groans. "How can I stay mad at you when you say just the things I need to hear." The voice goes a little hard. "Aside from not delivering, I mean." Then it goes back to softness.

She releases the cobra which decides that perhaps getting the Hell OUT is the best solution to the current situation it finds itself in instead of getting angry and biting something that seems ... well ... more dangerous than it is. Ensuing days will have reports of cobra sightings around Central Park. They will then have reports of people being bitten and requiring rapid hospitalization. Eventually the cobra will be caught and returned to the reptile building, under the assumption that the snake had somehow found a way out when the fire and security system malfunctioned so spectacularly that night.

But as for Satana, she just relaxes under Thomas' spell, before slowly, teasingly getting up and walking seductively toward their shared home.

Well, that's her plan. In reality she staggers to her feet and lurches the long way home. Insisting half-way there that she absolutely MUST have that traffic cone.

The traffic cone now in the centre of their shared bed covered with all kinds of unsavoury stains.

And thus we return, through intoxication, terror, and lust, back to the scene which started this whole reminiscence.

As a cute--though you would never say it to her!--demon empties her guts again and again in the toilet, despite there being nothing to empty any longer. And whines piteously.

Hell of a night.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake picks up the demoness, who now looks human and pretty pitiful. Out of energy, ut of strength and out of control, a limp curvy and definitely spicy noodle. He carries her from the bathroom, which he may just sell the house to unload now. He finds a clean spot on her cheek to kiss softly. "You're never going to remember this, but listen up."He gets a half conscious purr and nod.

"I'm in love with you... I love you. If I'm going to Hell and you're there, they'll never be able to torment me enough, Satana Hellstrom. I think you possessed me."

He lays er down on the bed and then takes a seat, a portable fire extinguisher in his hand.

If you thought he'd climb in bed next to a woman who emits fire, you're an idiot. He smiles faintly.

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