HARD CANDY DRIPPING ON ME // PARTY , O .

[MOLLIE.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 1.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]She was turmoil in a pretty little package.

Mollie Hawthorne would never be one to turn down a party. With the hustling of bodies together, the emptying of glass bottles and the loud thunder of buoyant tunes, the young woman thrived within the disorder of a good party. The sun had already settled for the night time, the beach mostly dark save for a roaring bonfire a couple feet from the shoreline, its embers snapping and crackling in the balmy breeze. The sound of the waves lapping carefully up the sand was almost swallowed entirely by the music of the evening playing.

Hips swayed delicately as Mollie made her way back to the party, bare feet sinking into the sand. ❝ I got more juice! ❞ She announced playfully, brows wagging with a charming grin as she held two bottles of wine up in the air in triumph. She lowered one bottle down, instead keeping one to herself as she popped the cork out and took a swig. She was a carefree woman, especially in this intoxicated bliss, and so she wasted no time to wander a short distance away from the bonfire so that she could dip her toes in the cool ocean water.

Amadeus' button-up sat loosely over her shoulders, the lithe woman tucking her hair behind her ear before she began to sway to the music. Eyes observed the glistening of the moonlight upon the surface of the sea, Mollie dancing by herself with a bottle of wine in her hand.

[daisy b.]

She sported her usual shorts and a very unbuttoned shirt, this one more or less completely unbuttoned though tucked into the shorts. Alexios enjoyed parties, especially ones that made everyone so happy. She walked overhearing Mollie announce she got more juice, a happy cheer coming from the tall woman.  She figured that Mollie would be willing to share, and she wanted more to drink so she decided that she'd try to get a drink from Mollie.

"Mollie~ can I have some juice?" she sang, skipping over to the other woman. She was always happy and intoxicated Alexios was really no different, more flirty perhaps but overall still her happy self. She was a grinning in hope that Mollie would in fact let her have some of the bottle she kept. Xios then took the shorter woman's hand and spun her around, deciding to dance with her as well. Might as well join her in dancing.

[spoiler=TAGS 2/3]
Take this pink ribbon off my eyes — general
▪ Alexios | only nickname is Xios | open to nicknames
▪ AFAB | Questioning Gender | She/they
▪ 21 | unknown birthday | ages real time
▪ idk man tall girl rank | member of The Cult of Dionysus
▪ Orias's Service Giant

I'm exposed and it's no big surprise — physical
♦ Health: 100%
— They stand at 6" with a muscular build (x) and semi-broad shoulders. She has very curly long strawberry blonde/ginger hair and blue eyes. She has faint scars scattered across her body from fights or trainings-gone-wrong.
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a

Don't you think I know — important info
▪ I definitely don't know if her fc has strawberry blonde or ginger hair
▪ Gives anyone in the cult a kiss if they let her
▪ ic opinions

Exactly where I stand — personality
— She is literally a gentle giant to anyone in the cult/those she trusts. She protects the hell outta Orias by just standing behind and glaring at whoever hes talking to sort of as...a threat. She turns into a soft little baby whenever she gets kisses, this happens every time. She also loves to cuddle and just affection is her thing. She also adores children and is always willing to babysit or entertain the children of the group. She also uses her height to her advantage a lot, as she's very aware that she's tall for a woman. 
— Protective, soft, sweet, gentle, kind
— Threatening, Uses size to advantage, fighter

This world is forcing me — relationships
▪ unknown x unknown
▪ Pansexual | Panromantic | Polyamorous
▪ Single | Crushing on no one | Maybe Crushing on no one
▪ Affectionate as hell, most likely kiss cheek, head, or give hug if told okay

To hold your hand — interaction
— Physically hard | Mentally intermediate
— Mostly self taught/trained hand-to-hand combat
— She likes hand-to-hand combat but also can fight with a sword, knife, machete and similar typed items
— No killing and ask before major injuries or major interactions
— To attack, [member=9567]Noccy[/member] & attack in #940000
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[AMADEUS.]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 435px; font-size: 8.5pt; color: #808080; line-height: 120%; font-family: arial; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 1px;"]deus liked to consider himself to be the life of the party. he enjoyed performing for the cult, singing songs that everyone could dance to when they weren't using playing it from an old radio or whatever they used. he lived for the laughter, the chatter, the liveliness that came with everyone being together in one spot. to celebrate something which meant the world to him.. them. without everyone he wouldn't be where he was today. he'd be lost, alone. without a family. mollie, shiloh, mitchell, everyone; they were all incredibly important to him.

speaking of mollie.. he looked across the crowd of people, trying to find the woman so that he could take her hand to dance, though it appeared that someone else had taken his chance. amadeus came up to the two and crossed his arms and tapping his foot impatiently. ❝ i can't believe it, my darling sun taken from me so easily, ❞ he joked from behind mollie, raising a single eyebrow looking from alexios to the two clasped hands. ❝ mollie, that shirt looks lovely on you. and alexios, as sweet as ever, how are you? ❞

[MITCHELL.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: #494949; font-family: karla; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]mitchell had never been a party person.

there was too many people in one vicinity, a lacking of personal space — something that mitchell deeply valued. too much noise , whereas mitchell preferred , and found comfort in , the silence. also , where there was a party , there was bound to be alcohol and frankly , mitchell reasoned it made people either stupid , vulnerable , or both. he , himself is not much of a drinker. he could never surpass the fact that it tasted like how nail polish smelled. wendy harbored several qualities that mollie had. she was free-spirited, for one. and she could find a good time as long as there was a drink in her hand.

vince insisted , though. but like wendy , vince was stubborn. he'd ask again and again until finally — yes. fine. but only for an hour. vince was satisfied with even that answer. maybe it won't be so bad. in comparison to house parties , beach parties obtained a lot more room. he could at least branch out , let the darkness envelope him if things got too intense. so , here he was , cast off in the sidelines not too far from the fire . if he looks hard enough into it , everything else disappears , even the noise . he likes fire , he thinks. vince has already mingled , as he does.

quietly , mitchell ruminates the cycle of a sunflower plant: seed , germination , growth , flowering plant , pollination -  when he hears it , his. "dad ! you're not just gonna sit there , looking into the fire like a demon , are ya ! c'mon!" before mitchell could object , vince is leading him to where festivities lie. he begins to repeat it again: seed , germination growth- "hey mollie , my dad will take some 'juice'" vince smirks , winks.

"what kind of juice is it? my mom used to sometimes make me country time lemonade as a kid - I really like that." mitchell's lips pull into a small smile at the memory. clearly , the code word for 'juice' went straight over his head.

[MOLLIE.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 1.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Alexios was the first to approach, Mollie's lips tugging into a wicked grin as she gazed over at the taller woman. ❝ You sure can, Hon. ❞ She quirked a brow, tipping back the bottle for one last sip before handing it over to the redhead. Mollie squeezed Alexios' hand gently before following through with a spin as they danced. Head tipped back as she began giggling, free hand choosing to rest on Xios' waist as she casually swayed along to the music.

❝ I can't believe it, my darling sun taken from me so easily- ❞ Mollie's eyes lit up instantly, peering her head over her shoulder with an inviting quirk of the brow as she gazed over towards Amadeus. ❝ All is not lost- ❞ She began, spinning to face him before holding her free hand out for him. ❝ Dance with us. I know you want to. ❞ Eyes lowered briefly to the shirt draped across her frame - Amadeus' own shirt - before she looked back at him playfully. ❝ It suits me, right? ❞ She hummed.

Vince's voice caught her attention, pausing in her movements to look over towards the younger boy. She began to smile a knowing grin, taking the bottle of wine back from Alexios before trotting over towards Mitchell. ❝ Ohh, Mitchie Moo - If you thought your mom's juice was great, then you'll love this. It's the shit. ❞ A cheeky grin riddle across her features as she held the bottle out for him expectantly.

[daisy b.]

She grinned and took the bottle when it was offered to her. She drank from it as she spun Mollie and giggled as she danced with the shorter woman, swaying with her to the music. Then greeted by Amadeus she grinned and giggled "Hi Amadeus, I'm wonderful" she replied happily, drinking from the bottle that Mollie had given her again. She nodded in agreement when Mollie offered for Amadeus to dance with them, though she lost the bottle when Mollie took it back, offering it to Mitchell.

She pouted when Mollie left to go offer the bottle to Mitchell, though she looked to Amadeus sadly "She left."

[spoiler=TAGS 2/27]
Take this pink ribbon off my eyes — general
▪ Alexios | only nickname is Xios | open to nicknames
▪ AFAB | Questioning Gender | She/they
▪ 21 | unknown birthday | ages real time
▪ Machitis | member of The Cult of Dionysus
▪ Orias's Service Giant

I'm exposed and it's no big surprise — physical
♦ Health: 100%
— They stand at 6" with a muscular build (x) and semi-broad shoulders. She has very curly long strawberry blonde/ginger hair and blue eyes. She has faint scars scattered across her body from fights or trainings-gone-wrong.
— minor injuries: n/a
— major injuries: n/a

Don't you think I know — important info
▪ I definitely don't know if her fc has strawberry blonde or ginger hair
▪ Gives anyone in the cult a kiss if they let her
▪ ic opinions

Exactly where I stand — personality
— She is literally a gentle giant to anyone in the cult/those she trusts. She protects the hell outta Orias by just standing behind and glaring at whoever hes talking to sort of as...a threat. She turns into a soft little baby whenever she gets kisses, this happens every time. She also loves to cuddle and just affection is her thing. She also adores children and is always willing to babysit or entertain the children of the group. She also uses her height to her advantage a lot, as she's very aware that she's tall for a woman. 
— Protective, soft, sweet, gentle, kind
— Threatening, Uses size to advantage, fighter

This world is forcing me — relationships
▪ unknown x unknown
▪ Pansexual | Panromantic | Polyamorous
▪ Single | Crushing on no one | Maybe Crushing on no one
▪ Affectionate as hell, most likely kiss cheek, head, or give hug if told okay

To hold your hand — interaction
— Physically hard | Mentally intermediate
— Mostly self taught/trained hand-to-hand combat
— She likes hand-to-hand combat but also can fight with a sword, knife, machete and similar typed items
— No killing and ask before major injuries or major interactions
— To attack, [member=9567]Noccy[/member] & attack in #940000
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