Harpy B3, Friday Morning

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Tara was very busy Friday morning. She'd gone out early to get the latest editions of all the best magazines -- Seventeen, Star, and Tiger Beat. And now she was practically papering the walls of her alcove with torn-out photos of Zac Efron, the Jonas brothers, Justin Bieber, and -- her very favorites -- all the guys from the Dusk movies. Vampires were soooooo totally hot. She wouldn't mind if that one who used to be an underwear model wanted to nibble on her neck, nuh-uh.

After she was done, she'd probably go to the convenience store and magically trick the clerk into selling her beer. Why have powers if you never used them, right? It was a perfect day to get wasted on the beach. Maybe she could bring a big group of people and have a real kegger.

It was, in fact, pretty darn frosty in Hades.

[OOC: Mostly establishy, but open to cabinmates.]

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"That would mean getting up," Kennedy protested-- just in a very calm and patient tone. "I don't even want to think about moving until about three in the afternoon. Besides, you know those vampire movies scare me, right?"

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"That's 'cause you're a wimp," Tara said, but she considerately came around the cubicle wall to show Kennedy the photographs in question. "Anyhow, you know I'd keep you safe from the scary monsters on the screen."

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Kennedy frowned slightly and curled up into a tighter ball under her covers, because just the thought of vampires seriously freaked her out, but she sounded pleased. "Yeah? You would?"

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"Of course," Tara said, sitting down next to Kennedy and stroking her back through the blankets. (Though she did it a bit carelessly -- she didn't really understand people who needed this much coddling.) "I like that you're a little silly about things like monsters. It's safer that way."

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"How can you be all blasé about it?" Kennedy asked, curling closer to Tara like she really needed the contact. "I mean, how does just thinking about them not make you want to run and hide in a maximum-security bunker?"

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"I don't know," Tara said thoughtfully, smiling at her girlfriend's touch. "I guess ... some people are born braver than other people? Besides, the movie ones are hot. Would you really complain if this guy" -- illustrative gesture to the magazine -- "wanted to suck on your neck?"

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"Yes," Kennedy said with a little more conviction, because some things didn't change even if the underworld underwent cataclysmic climate change. "If she was a vampire, maybe... maybe. It's still pretty creepy though."

She snuggled up a little closer, hoping Tara wouldn't mind too much; she was just kind of clingy like that.

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In truth, Tara could have dealt without the clinginess ... then again, it gave her a chance to put a hand on Kennedy's rear, and that part was fun.

"Maybe," Tara said. "I just don't get all excited about fake stuff like this. Besides, vampires in stories are always sexy."

Real ones ... there wasn't enough ice in hell to make Tara say that about them, no.

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That part was fun, but it made Kennedy turn bright red and hide her face in her pillow with a nervous giggle.

As did any talk of anything being sexy. "I don't know if I'd go that far," she protested, voice muffled by the pillow. "Besides, I feel guilty just looking."

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"They wouldn't pose for photos if they didn't want to be looked at," Tara said, genuinely puzzled. Her hand wandered in lazy circles as she decided to try distraction. "Hey, I got an idea that'll take your mind off it. What would you say to going out tonight and getting really wasted?"

The temperature in hell had dropped a few more degrees.

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"You want to do what?" Kennedy couldn't help squirming into that touch, but when she raised her head from the pillow to look at Tara, incredulous, she was blushing fit to make a fire engine feel inadequate. There were other people in this cabin, and what if they even suspected what was going on in here? Just thinking about that was incredibly embarrassing.

"But that'd be... do you really think we should? What if we get in trouble?"

Hell was going to need to work on the Kelvin scale soon.

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"So what if we do?" Tara shrugged, with a laugh in her voice at the red cheeks. She couldn't help it -- Kennedy was so darn cute when she got all shy and embarrassed.

"Life's not any fun if you never get in trouble. And besides, it's not like there's a drinking age on the island."

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"I guess," Kennedy capitulated after several very long moments of looking around the alcove nervously and chewing on her lower lip. Someone might yell at her, and she didn't want that. "Are you sure we'll be okay? There could be a lot of people there."

Too many people were terrifying, okay?

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"We can sit in a booth in the back room!" Tara promised. "There shouldn't be many people there at all, and you'll still be able to hear me sing."

She frowned a little. "Someday you're going to have to stop being so shy, Kennedy."

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"You're going to sing?" Kennedy asked hopefully, brightening. That might be enough motivation for her to risk crowds. "Okay, I guess. I can hide in a corner somewhere."

She looked incredibly embarrassed as she snuck a quick and still red-faced glance at Tara. "I just don't want people noticing me."

Not that she thought it was terribly likely.

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"I'll make sure all eyes are on me," Tara promised. "Don't worry."

Of course, she was already contemplating dedicating a song to Kennedy. She respected the girl's limits, but it was hard not to want to poke at her.

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Kennedy let out a long breath and relaxed just a tiny bit against her. "Okay," she said then, again, a little more firmly, "Okay. That's where they should be, anyway. Who wouldn't want to look at you?"

...some things didn't actually change, although the part where Kennedy was firmly convinced that someone better would come along and take Tara away any second now, and it was just a matter of when that happened? That had to do with drastic weather pattern shifts in hell.