(she hated this. she hated every second of this——but she'd remain true to her word. she yelps in pain as she takes the chunk of flesh out of her chest with a grunt, head ringing and dizzy.) here.... (she wobbles a step closer, flesh in hand.) here, goddess.
(ares takes a step back, as to get a better view—this was her favorite. the smell of fear irradiating off of mal, yet she can’t help but listen anyway. fear is submission, after all. lesson #1 in ares’
(mal pauses——but she begins to unzip her suit the best he can. he stops once her chest is revealed... she's scared, clearly, but she's regenerated through worse. she begins to tear at her chest, digging her nails in to pull apart flesh.)
(mal rolled his eyes. of course powerless had to be here for the booze--meanwhile mal was scavenging for the next person to make his bed warm.)
yeah. y'can get it somewhere else.
(he huffs, crossing his arms as he stared into powerless's skull.)
[ He tensed as Mal floated over. An exhale left him and he turned to face him, grimacing. ]
Nice to… see you too. Uh… I’m here for the booze? Mostly…
[ He supplied, gesturing to the red cup in his grasp. He felt the awkwardness palpably. ]
(unfortunately, it wouldn't be that easy for powerless. mal suddenly looks his way, and he raises a brow. he floats over--looking down onto powerless with an annoyed look.) what are ya doin here, pipsqueak?
[ He was mid sip when he spotted Mal. The sight took him off guard and he nearly choked, thumping his fist to his chest as he swallowed down the booze. Guilt immediately clawed his insides from their last interaction. Maybe he could just.... Power made the attempt to slip away. ]
(mal was in the larger crowd, laughing loud at something a stranger had said. surprisingly--he wasn't wearing his suit--and was supporting a more punkish look that still showed off a lot of skin. he hadn't noticed power... yet.)
[ Mark was slightly away from the larger crowd of people. Parties had never been his thing- he'd never been been invited to one! He held the red solo cup in his hand, eyes flitting around nervously as if trying to find someone to strike up a conversation with. ]
#INVINCIPARTY //