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INTOXICATION
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When Sangria had grown tired of the party, and tired she had, she looked to new sources of amusement.
Although a few had returned, still others appeared to go off on their own ways. It seemed like the dispersal would keep them away for a while, so Sangria glanced beyond her soft eyelashes at her next source of entertainment and amusement.

Ah.
...

She blinked, smiling.
Mhmhmhm ... it was not often that she had a chance with such a kind young one.
"Say, dear," She said to Daphne. "Would you care to drop this party and ... join me for something deliciously enlightening instead?"
She swirled around the alcohol in her glass, casting a look at Chardonnay, who had emerged from the door behind the bar table. Chardonnay wordlessly nodded her head and moved past the duo, exiting the bar. The music continued to blare on.

Sangria sipped her drink.

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✿ T H E x B E N E V O L E N T x S O R C E R E S S ✿

✿ location: blazing victory ✿ mood: (」゜ロ゜)」 ✿ theme: sunshine ✿
✿ ooc: n/a ✿
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"Say, dear, would you care to drop this party and ... join me for something deliciously enlightening instead?"

Daphne turned her head to Sangria just as she was taking a sip of her drink. The young Valen followed suit, taking a long sip of her Shirley Temple. She released an over exaggeratedly long sigh of relief as she placed the glass gently back on the counter and crossed her legs. She smiled brightly at her and nodded her head playfully. "Sure~ This bar has been all kinds of crazy today, I don't know if I want to be in here anymore..." She snuck a peek at the bartender behind them, who seemed to be eavesdropping ever so nonchalantly. She giggled slightly, and added, "You know, because of all the ruckus before."

Daphne had always liked Sangria, but sometimes she found her a bit overbearing and a little manipulative, to be honest. Her control over the will of others via alcohol made the girl slightly more cautious when she was around her, but overall she enjoyed her company. She always knew where the party was at, and if there weren't one, she'd create one that would be simply splendid!

But where was the matured Valen going to take her? Daphne knew better than to expect something horrible, but it still left an uneasy feeling in her tummy. True, she didn't really want to be in the bar anymore, but she wasn't entirely sure she'd just go with Sangria... especially without Mimi.

Oh well, she already accepted the invitation. She couldn't just reject it now; that would be immensely rude. Gosh, she should have really thought this through before answering! She sighed, making eye contact with the perpetually drunk Valen. Daphne had to ask, at the very least to rest her fragile, little heart.

"Uuuuum... where are we going exactly?"

 

Wearing - Mood: ...... - Music - OOC: Yay for first post in weeks! =D
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The last thing Sienna heard before being pinned down was Anthea screaming "Sienna, don't!"

Too late, she thought as she raised her fingers and thought, thunder and lightning, thunder and lightning....

BAM!!

Sienna's vision then blacked out.

Sienna's Dream

Spoiler

(Music - Wearing)
Sienna woke up on a familiar field at a familiar place. She groggily got up and glanced at her surroundings. There were a few white-and-gray buildings in front of her, and there were girls all around the field, all wearing the same familiar uniform.

She looked down and she saw the exact same outfit on her, Wait... she thought, is this... the Huxley School for Young Girls?

"Hey, look who just came out of hiding, it's Lenin!" Sienna turned around to see three girls walk up to her, laughing.

Sienna was shocked, but then remembered, Oh yeah, these girls always picked on me due to my last name.

"What's the matter," One of the girls asked sarcastically, "afraid of America's free market?"

"No... you know I'm not communist!" She replied.

Spoiler

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot about your everlasting propaganda about you being a socialist and a member of all those unions, and-"

"Girls, stop it!" A woman not wearing the uniform stormed up to them, "Leave Mary alone!"

One of the girls gave the other two a signal, and they nodded their heads, "Alright Mrs. Farmer," she said, "you win, sorry for disturbing your peace Marigold Lenin!" then they left.

"I'm so sorry about what they did to you Mary!" Mrs. Farmer slightly hugged Sienna.

Sienna was a bit confused at first, but then she remembered, Mrs Farmer... she was the one teacher who cared for me and helped me. She always called me by my old name, even though I preferred Sienna, as I do today.