9611/What to do with a drunk Witchblade

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What to do with a drunk Witchblade
Date of Scene: 13 January 2022
Location: Sara and Cael's apartment
Synopsis: No description
Cast of Characters: Sara Pezzini, Johnny Blaze




Sara Pezzini has posed:
Don't drink and drive. The statement plastered everywhere, imbedded in the minds of teenagers and adults from the moment alcohol becomes a possibility. So as Impulse and Balm sped off, Sara looked at her motorcycle and shook her head. Walking over to it, at least in her head she was walking, really she was staggering, she picked it up and just flew up and sideways.

Witchblade was still giggling profusely in her head, rambling on and on and on about the interesting sensations he was experiencing, and the bleed over tipsy that Sara was experiencing made it all hysterical in her head.

Landing rather hard, almost crashing really, in front of the Brooklyn apartment, she sets the bike down in it's parking place and actually shhhes it, before going to the front door of the building and entering the code... it took two tries. From there its up the stairs to her apartment and... no key. The keys were still in her clothing, in her saddle bag, on her bike... so she knocked.

Johnny Blaze has posed:
Johnny was still reeling from...well, one helluva week.

First the big fight with Caitlin Fairchild, which...well, ended surprisingly in a draw, and the resulting nasty conversation with Jonathan Sims, Johnny was rather happy to reside to his fate and go to sleep on the couch with a heavy sigh. He didn't even bother to put on pajamas.

Did he even have pajamas?
% But instead, his attempts at sleep are severely disturbed by the crashing impact of a drunken Witchblade, who then knocks on the door. Pulling the shotgun from off the table in front of the couch, Johnny approaches and opens the door, gun ready to be used, but not raised. Though his head seems to tilt. "Sara?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara is leaning slightly to the right, still in the armor which is revealing almost everything because he can, and that's what he's in the mood for. Right now, what he wants, he gets cause telling him no is difficult if not impossible, and since he's not trying to take over, who cares? Tispy does not a logical brain make.

"Oh yeah, still Sara," she comments with a grin, no helmet, no mask, no concealing who she is. "My keys are locked in my bike cause I'm an idiot."

Johnny Blaze has posed:
Well, this is a first.

Johnny wasn't expecting an extremely wasted Sara, or at least, a drunk Witchblade. "Well, it's your place. So.." He steps out of the way for her to come in, though he does offer to help the woman across the room, likely to a couch or comfy surface. "Here, let me help you get to a good spot. Though Johnny was not stupid.

He saw...well, what Sara's armor often leaves little to the imagination. "Take it you're feeling a shit ton of stuff right now. What in the hell did you drink?" He questions her. "Remember where you parked it?" So Johnny can go fetch it, probably.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Once he steps out of the way, Sara manages to walk into the room. She seems only a little drunk, just enough to be stupid but not enough to forget what happens. When he offers to help she pauses to turn her head and look at him, blinking once, "You probably shouldn't touch the armor," she offers with a grin. "Sharp as fuck... he likes sharp." She nods knowingly, then continues to walk.

"Phoebe," she says out of no where as she looks at the couch, then over at the wooden chairs. The armor would scratch the chairs, but the couch would be ruined, so chair it was. "Angel energy," she then adds, and shakes her head to try and clear it a little.

"The meeting, she talked about storing the angel's energy, we gave that a try," she turns her right arm to show him the new tattoo, just above the elbow on the front part of her arm. Concentric circles built on top of one another in an almost fractal-like pattern, and has strange texts around it, within ornate bracketing, and then along the right and lefthand side. Fine lines and small circles make the tattoo intricate.

"Guess what, Witchblade is so fucking drunk it's bleeding over to me," she then chimes and laughs.

Johnny Blaze has posed:
Johnny learns fast. He touches Sara's armor for the briefest moment, and it cuts him across his fingers. Thankfully, they seem to seal up fast, but Johnny shakes his hand. The pain was enough for him to get the memo of -no touch the sharp as fuck armor-. "Yeah, got that impression. How the hell does it not scratch you? You'd think that'd tear up your skin just putting that on."

Johnny seems a little bit surprised that Sara didn't choose the couch, but he tilts his head. "Okay, what does Phoebe and Angel energy have in common and why is it affecting you?" he questions curiously. Of course, then he's shown the tattoo and he tilts his head a little bit. "Huh. Not what I thought I'd see today, but...what the hell does that mean?" He gestures to the intricate tattoo. "Is that the binding mark?" He questions her.

He knows a bit about the occult, after all. Stealing energy among them, but he recalls its extremely difficult to do so accurately.

"So...Witchblade absorbed this energy, and angel energy has the same effect on immortals as alcohol to humans? Nifty."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
She doesn't even realize she's leaning slightly until she looks at Johnny, and he's definitely not leaning so Sara sits up. "This is the binding mark," she taps the tattoo. "Phoebe put it there before we started the test, drew in a small group of minor angels and one... uh... Virtue."

Looking down at the armor now, really at her bare stomach she adds at this point, "It's not sharp on the inside. Smooth as rabbit's furr inside, outside... spikey insanity. Oh! My bikes downstairs, I carried it with me since drinking and driving is a bad thing."

She runs the gauntlet over the armor on her leg, what there is of it. "It went wrong, she didn't plan for it to have that effect... should bleed off in time, but mean while, Witchblade gets a taste of humanity drunkeness. I didn't think it was a good idea to go to the Triskelion like this... am I talking really loud? He says I'm talking loud?" She's not.

Johnny Blaze has posed:
Johnny looks a mixture of incredibly amused and seriously confused. Though he suddenly perks up a little bit. "A Virtue? You were trying to...." Johnny frowns, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Sara, that's incredibly dangerous." Johnny tells her. "Phoebe's plan was to...what, absorb the angelic energy of the slain angels?" Johnny questions Pezzini.

She gestures to her bare stomach, and Johnny makes a 'huh' sound. "The more you know." He's seriously not tempted to even -think- about wearing that shit. Too sharp, for his liking. Besides, leather was always more his thing. "Cool. I can swipe your key so nobody tries to steal it out of the road." Even if her bike probably screams 'my owner will skin you alive if you try to touch.'

"Kay. How much time are we looking at here? I don't want you to scratch up all of your furniture and be mad at me in the morning. But...well, I'll take care of you, just like you've taken care of me. No, you're not being too loud. Do I need to hold your hair back if you scream into the void?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
"To be fair, we didn't expect the Virtue," Sara states, sounding a touch more clear headed, then something flickers through her eyes. Regret, perhaps pain? "The little Cherubim... those went pretty easy, the others mostly took care of those while I entertained the Virtue, but he's no match for Witchblade... when sober," she has to add that last part.

"In the end, he wouldn't back down so... I killed him," she shrugs a little at that. "It was right during all that that the effects of the energy flowing into Phoebe and I started to effect Witchblade. Radio City Music Hall will never be the same." She sighs softly, reaching up with her left hand to brush her hair back.

"I have no idea how long the armor will be... here," she gestures at herself. "I just know that he was drunk enough that he didn't react to me being in danger, and that means I'm not going out there for a while... gods he's still giggling in my head."

That's about the time the armor starts unravelling. Not completely, it's just getting skimpier, if that is even possible. The left arm is bare, both legs bare, a metal bikini connected by metal strands along the back and sides. Her feet are now bear, and the right arm is mostly bare safe for the gauntlet.

"He just had a major giggle fit," she offers with another sigh. "This is... so odd."

Johnny Blaze has posed:
Johnny hums. "Well, lucky you were able to take it on." Johnny questions. "Cherubim, yeah. Be happy it wasn't a Seraphim. They pack some punch." Johnny mentions with a bit of a smirk, a smirk that grows a little bit wider when Sara mentions that the Witchblade can take 'em when he's sober. "Makes sense. No surrender means no mercy." Johnny shrugs a little bit with a slight lift of his shoulders.

"The hell hpapened to the music hall?"

He says little else about the fight though, though he keeps his eye on Sara, and seems to slightly avert his gaze as the armor starts to unravel further, revealing even more skin. At this point, its just a metal bikini. He imagines Sara would be embarassed if he saw her naked. Or extremely teasing. Whichever. But when he returns his attention to her. "Yeah, I can imagine." So he goes for some cold water, and once its prepared, he offers it to Sara. "Here. Drink this. Might help."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
The left hand is now safe, no armor, so Sara takes the glass of water with it. The woman has never had an issue with modesty, so Johnny looking isn't an issue, drunk or sober. Taking a large drink of the offered watered, she sets the glass on the table before looking back up at Johnny.

"Phoebe may have blown the ceiling off to drop on the cherubim, weakened them really well for the other to handle," she explains, then has to blink a few times. The giggling whispers in her head are not helping at all now, as she looks at Johnny. There are some things that Witchblade has learned being with Sara, and the sort of man she's attracted to is one of them.

"When the Virtue died however," she continues, trying to ignore the whispers in her head. "His release of energy sort of... blew it up." She picks up the glass to take another large drink. "I tried to get him to retreat, I don't /want/ to kill angels, even knowing they just go back to heaven. That's not /my/ calling Johnny, that's not necessarily his calling either."

Standing up now, she tests her footing, she's doing a little better but Witchblade most certainly is not. One wing finally disappears back into the armor, leaving the other one sort of hanging there behind her. "Balance, repairing the corruption of this world from outside sources that shouldn't be here, /that's/ the agreement between us. I suppose in a way the angels fall into that category, but I can't help thinking... some of them may not want to be doing this, but they have to follow orders. It's like the men in Vietnam, only angelic."

Johnny Blaze has posed:
Johnny looks at Sara then as she takes the glass of water. He nods approvingly, and while his eyes are on her, he's looking at her eyes...not her 'eyes', if that makes sense. He watches as her wing seems to retract back into the gauntlet, leaving only one left hanging behind her. Though Johnny is largely unaware of Sara's attraction or lack thereof, he watches her eyes as she speaks.

Likely, it's mutual.

Though she explains the Virtue further. He frowns a little bit. "Interesting." He brings a hand to his chin, even if Zarathos within is starting to boil. "It's possible that the angels are being brought into this, the decision out of their hands. They're required to follow Michael, I imagine. Do you think we could maybe...convince some of them to abandon Michael?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Remaining standing there for a moment, Sara waits to see if her body is able to move without leaning or tipping sideways. The armor isn't really heavy, especially now, but she doesn't want to go wandering around the apartment without making sure she's steady.

Watching as he looks into her eyes, she can't help it, she smiles. It's a natural reaction to being observed, and more so to someone looking past and at the soul beyond which is really what it felt like. It might be the tipsy state, it might be real, she can't be sure.

"It was brought up at the meeting before you arrived," she comments. "The angelic host are obligated to follow Michael, even if they don't agree with him. Some believe that those who are remaining silent about their objections to this, if they can be turned... but I don't know enough to know if it's even possible, and I certainly have no idea how to go about it."

Certain she is steady she takes a step, then another, checking that and seems to not be staggering quite as much. "I find myself wondering how the hell I'm supposed to sleep with this armor on..."

Johnny Blaze has posed:
Well, it looks like she's not gonna hit the ground hard.

Always a good sign. Though, ironically, Johnny maintains the eye contact with Sara. A natural reaction to being observed. Johnny's eyes were drinking her like fine wine, though he returns her smile, his eyes lower a moment. "Yeah, I remember it. Vaguely. Gotta admit, there were times I wasn't paying attention. So much to keep my attention on its hard to juggle even more."

He frowns.

"Guess that's just me learning to work with others. I typically don't play nice." Johnny tells her then with a small chuckle. Though with Sara wondering how she'll sleep with the armor on. "Well, you can stay awake with me and we'll figure out how to get it off of you, if you want."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara offers him a broad smile, a knowing smile at that.

"I know how hard that is," she comments, still watching him watching her. He probably didn't realize how handsome he really was, probably thought of himself as used or broken, a risk, not worthy of affection. Part of that was proven true by how hard she had to shove him to become a friend, the other part was just obvious.

"I haven't been at this as long as you, so I haven't been alone even remotely as long as you," she explains, stepping a little closer. "So I get that adjusting to working with others can be difficult, and even more so for... him." She sort of gestures at his chest like there's a sign there with the name of the spirit inside him on it.

And now... the playful, the realization of what he said. The grin on her face makes her blue eyes sparkle even as she chews her bottom lip, trying very hard not to laugh but Witchblade is laughing in her head, about what Johnny said in fact.

"So..." she says coyly, taking one more step toward him. "You want to get me out of this armor aye? Most men do, can't say that I blame them. I /know/ I'm smokin hot," yep, the alcohol clearly loosened her tongue and tore down the normal filters she maintains. "You should hear what Witchblade is saying right now..."

Johnny Blaze has posed:
Handsome? That's the last word Johnny would use to describe himself. Without the tools or the resources to really take care of himself, Johnny's hair is probably a little longer than it should be and his beard just a little bit groomed, likely from a knife or something he has. But, well, that's what being practically homeless does for you. Life on the road is a bitter one, and one that's unforgiving. But considering what he'd lost? Johnny has a low level of self-esteem. He has confidence, but he doesn't care too much for himself.

Instead, he gives what he doesn't have to others.

Despite her stepping continuously closer to him, Johnny doesn't move from where he stands. He keeps his hands at his sides. His eyes remain firmly set on hers, even as she gestures to the Spirit within him. "Yeah. Working with others is...difficult. The Spirit is arrogant and prideful." Helps that the Ghost Rider is so hard to -stop- at all.

"Well, I wasn't trying to imply it like that..." She was a drop-dead gorgeous woman, that much was true. "...what is Witchblade saying?" Johnny questions, with no small amount of curiosity.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Stopping just a few steps away from him, Sara watches his eyes again. Arms reach, but not on top of him, good spot to be.

"Witchblade is an arrogant asshole most of the time," she states rather bluntly. "He considers himself better than everyone, except me, so I get the prideful and arrogant part of the Spirit. Also, I get that you weren't implying anything, I was only teasing you."

Canting her head slightly, she doesn't notice the left wing finally wind back into the gauntlet. "Before I tell you, you gotta remember he's drunk... I mean like, if he was a person, he'd bge laying on the floor going, 'I love you guys' over and over again." She grins coyly again. "And because he's linked to me, his view of things is also skewed a little by what I think... so brace yourself for his thoughts."

Folding her arms across her chest lightly, her eyes sparkle as she continues to watch Johnny. She realizes that half of what Witchblade is giggling shouldn't be repeated, but what the hell? Might as well. "He doesn't understand the concept of monogamy," she says. "Wants to know why I haven't, and these are his words, 'tested how much endurance you have in bed'. He doesn't get that you don't just go around screwing people, no matter how lonely you might feel. So you'll have to forgive him, he's drunk."

Johnny Blaze has posed:
Well, the Witchblade happened to be -very- forward.

Her arms reach, and Johnny seems to enjoy being playful with her, though he nods in understanding at the 'arrogant asshole' bit. "Yeah. I get that more than anybody, other than you. Guess we're alike in that way." Johnny chuckles. Though he tilts his head as the wing finally rescinds into the gauntlet, Johnny couldn't help but chuckle at her humor. "Heh, fair enough. Okay, hit me with it."

Witchblade doesn't understand monogamy.

"Most immortal beings don't." Take the Greek pantheon for example. Classical definition of the word 'yikes'. Though he seems to turn bright red as Sara speaks of Witchblade's curiosity. Johnny actually -coughs- in reply, as if a bit surprised by how forward the gauntlet was. Or rather, the being that rested within.

"Yeah. You have a boyfriend, and I don't want to mess that up. I'm a bit more on the monogamous side. Less drama." Johnny suggests with a shrug. "As nice as it would be to test that, don't get me wrong." He frowns then. "I haven't been with anyone in a long time." He says, a bit of sadness touching his voice. Not since Roxanne.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara taps her chest, a part of the armor there. "You hear that," she speaks aloud to the Witchblade. "Not only did you embarrass him, but he's monogamous. Get over yourself already."

She looks back up at him, offering a softer smile, "Warned you... maybe not enough because he..."

She doesn't get to finish that sentence because Witchblade decides to up the anti on her. Yes, she's still a little tispy but she still has /some/ control, he apparently does not. Right in the middle of talking, the armor just unwraps from around her body back into the gauntlet leaving her standing there completely naked, save for the gauntlet. In her head there is manacle, hard laughing. If he had to breath, he'd of passed out from lack of breath due to how hard he's laughing.

"...'s an asshole," she finishes, not at all phased by the nakedness, but she knows Johnny is, so she immediately looks for something to cover herself with.

Johnny Blaze has posed:
"I'm not embarassed. I was more worried that you'd be embarassed." Johnny rubs the back of his neck al ittle bit, though he looks at her armor. Literally, he's looking at the metal, not at the bod. Though, speaking of bods, the metal armor of the Witchblade peels back, leaving Sara completely naked! Of course, Johnny's a normal human being.

Eyes wander.

"Uhm." Johnny states as his cheeks grow even pinker. But he reaches for his jacket on the arm of the couch and he offers it to her. No doubt it'd be big enough on her to cover all the important bits. "Here, try this on for size."

Johnny apparently respects Sara enough to avoid making lewd comments. Except for. "Geez, it feels like the place got 90 degrees hotter." Okay, fine, he has to flirt a -little-. "...sorry." He eventually states.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
The coat is immediately wrapped around her, and Sara uses her hand to hold it closed.

"Yeah, probably did get warmer," she mutters, clearing her throat a little before admitting, "I don't get embarrassed." Which appears to be true as there is no hint of redness anywhere in her face.

With the coat covering her, just long enough to cover everything she grins rather broad. "I'd apologize for him again, but it's just wasted breath... and I better go put something else on, or he might take it out on your coat." Stepping toward her bedroom she pauses a moment, glancing back at him for a moment. How he managed to not make a single comment she'll never know. Most men make every comment that pops into their head, Wade made comments a plenty before they started dating. It's probably because Johnny is a good man. "I'll be right back."

Johnny Blaze has posed:
The coat was immediately put to use!

Surprisingly, it doesn't smell bad. It still smells like fresh leather....with maybe a hint of campfire. But, alas, Johnny seems to nod at her as he keeps his eyes on hers when they return to her. "I can tell. You're comfortable in your body. I'd call that a good thing. I think I have too many scars to be comfy in mine." Johnny smirks at her a little bit then.

"Don't worry about apologies, I know the feeling." Though as she steps towards the bedroom, Johnny does glance back at Sara, giving her a warm smile. The kind of smile that suggests a 'welcome home' kind of feel to it. "No rush. Take your time. It's a good fit on you, by the way."