Partay

In response to Nudek's query about her name, Jyta nodded. She didn't get a chance to ask the femme's name in return, she left. Jyta thought she'd said something about inviting more people... She wasn't sure. Jyta, finished with her beer, walked over to the kitchen area and disposed of it. She scanned the room to look at what was going on, it seemed that most people were sitting on the couch, talking and whatnot. A few were dancing, but not many. Jyta shrugged, grabbing a plate on which she put some chips and several varieties of candy.

She moved back to the couch, sitting sideways with her plate in her lap, eating the food she'd placed there. <span style='color:#660000'>Mm... Good chips. Salty.</span> Jyta wasn't sure if the ones she was eating were Tamay's or another 'dragon's gift, but she figured she'd have time enough to find out in the morning.

One of the 'dragons that had just entered her room was a rather brightly colored orange one. He had wings that were almost black, but not quite. Jyta thought about weather or not she'd seen him before, but finally decided she hadn't. <span style='color:#660000'>Maybe he's new?</span> She decided to ask him who he was, he seemed approachable. Turning to face him, after licking the salt off her fingers, she asked, <span style='color:#660000'>"So, what's your name? I'm Jyta. This is mine and Tamay's room."</span> She made a gesture to where her roommate was now standing. Jyta didn't disclose her trade yet, as it was fun to talk to 'dragons who were unaware of her vocation.

Jyta unwrapped one of the candies, popping it in her mouth. It was a caramel of some type, her favorite kind of candy. Jyta normally wasn't very fond of sweets, but for these candies, she made an exception. She smiled as she finished it, waiting for an answer.

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>Looks like you scared away two more people, huh? Now that I've read my post, it seems like I have some sort of hidden agenda. Creepy, no?</td></tr></table>


Ryth took a long, slow pull on his beer before answering. "I'm Ryth." He shifted uneasily in his chair. He didn't know why, but Jyta made him anxious. He supposed, unconsiously, he'd marked her down as trouble, or something of the sort. She seemed to be waiting for more on this intriguing topic. "I'm uh, new here." This seemed to satisfy her. She moved on, but not before glancing back at him, but he was back to alternating sipping and tapping his foot to the music. He caught a few mumbled words from her that may or may not have been 'weird kid, huh?'

It seemed pretty apparent that she wasn't one of those types who had parties in her room every night. But she seemed to know the basic feel of a good party. Ryth chalked her down as a party go-er, because that much seemed obvious. But what was her trade?

While he was pondering this, someone walked by and offered him some chips. He took them and settled back into his chair, thinking.

 

Jyta nodded in response to the orange 'dragon, whom she now knew as Ryth. <span style='color:#660000'>Hm, so he is new.</span> She turned away, returning to her plate. More consuming of greasy chips followed, as did more finger licking. But not nasty finger licking. Sexy finger licking. Or, at least, that was Jyta's excuse for doing it. In reality, she'd just forgotten a napkin. But no one needed to know that.

Leaving her plate on the table, Jyta went to dance. At the moment her computer was blaring a techno song, to which Jyta started dancing. She was not overly skilled in the art of party-throwing, but she could dance. It was something covered in her classes, as well as movement in general. She smirked as she remembered the lesson in particular that had started their training in dance... Ah, the memories.

As the song finished, and her dancing partner sat down (annoyingly enough), Jyta was at a loss for someone to dance with. Annoyed, she went back to where her plate held her place, slightly sweaty. She seated herself on the couch (for she was following all the rules of movement now), and crossed her legs. She blinked her rose-colored eyes, looking for someone to talk to. The only person left to talk to in her vincinity (the rest were either dancing or talking amongst themselves) was the orange Ryth. <span style='color:#660000'>Hell, why not?</span>

She leaned over to where he was. He seemed to be busy making quite a show of drinking his beer. <span style='color:#660000'>"So, where're you from? I'm from Bhim."</span> She smiled. Usually the next question in her series might have been "What's your trade?", but Jyta wanted to keep that subject under wraps for a moment.

 

Baal walked through the hall. His black fur was making him sweat. Damn he needed a beer. He took off his coat, revieling his large chest. His tattoo was visible, a skull. He heared music, music means parties. Parties mean beer. Maybe he could join? Nope. First he needed to find his dorm.
Damn, where's my dorm...I think it's on another.... he thought. Then he saw Takjas with a friend of hers. He smiled.
"Hay! Takjas!".

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>If you make me dance, I will strangle you in your sleep. I mean it.</td></tr></table>


Ryth looked up. He hadn't seen Jyta approach him. "So, where're you from? I'm from Bhim." She smiled. "What? Oh, I'm from Swaraj," he replied. "I'm a alchemist, but I do a little inventing on the side."

Perhaps it would be better if he had someone to talk to. He really hadn't been doing much, execpt sitting, And he sure as hell wasn't going to dance. He tried to sound nonchanlant about the next question. "So, what's your trade?" feeling he already knew the answer.

 

Baal smiled. "Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you" he said holding out his paw.
"And as for a party, it'd be great to get somethin to drink" he laughed.

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>I will so make you dance now, Dunkun. You can strangle me if you come to Dragoncon.</td></tr></table>


IC: Jyta nodded at Ryth's reply. Finally, though, he asked the question.<span style='color:#660000'> I bet he already knows my trade, if he's half aware. Which is not necessarily a guarantee, actually. But anyway...</span>[/i] She smiled as she prepared her answer. <span style='color:#660000'>"Oh, my trade? I'm a Seductress. Secondary's languages."</span> She blinked, waiting to see his reaction.

Jyta munched on another candy, this one a peppermint. She didn't really like peppermints, but they were alright. Finishing the mint, she blinked. She looked at the fairly populated dance area (it wasn't really a dance floor, really). She nodded her head and twitched her foot in time to the techno music. <span style='color:#660000'>Oh, why not?</span> She grabbed Ryth's hand, pulling him to his feet. <span style='color:#660000'>"We dance now."</span> She proceeded to do just that, still bobbing her head in rhythm to the techno.

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>You know I can't resist a good strangling. Or a geek con.</td></tr></table>


He was right. His instincts usually were. She was a seductress. He really didn't wanna dance, but she didn't know that, and it would be awkward to refuse now. So he began to dance. Not very well, agreed, but dancing all the same.

During a break, he grabbed some candies off the counter, and went to sit back down on the now vacant couch. Then, precisely at the moment when his mouth was the most full, Jyta plopped down beside him, panting. He didn't feel like it was very cool down spit candy all over her, but it seemed like he didn't have much choice in the matter. He kept them in his mouth, although just barely.

He decided he'd take this time to find out more about Jyta. "So," he said, "you're good at your trade, I imagine?"

 

He smiled at Takjas. "Well I'm going to get a drink" he said. He walked inside the crowding dorm. He strode up to the fem sitting on the couch, who was chatting with another guy. She must be the host of the party.
"Ello dear, you got any beer?" he asked, smiling. Seductress she was, he could tell. He might have to be careful, most of them were trouble.