<Nocturnal Harmonia>

[Apollymi]

The amount that Drake had messed up was proportional to the length of his relationship with Nikki, if one were to ask Ronnie. She saw the man as nothing but a problematic extra. Drake himself would simply have blamed bad timing. King Don showing up at the end of Fashion Week, Nikki being bent out of shape about some thing she'd seen, and King Don choosing to 'save' the girl instead of simply minding his own business. But it was bad from Drake's perspective, he wanted to be accepted by Lost Galaxy and more so than that, he wanted to befriend his favorite rapper, and now it was looking like an impossibility. What was more he was now watching Nikki respond to physical touches in front of people the way she never would have for him. 'I tried to grab her ass once in front of someone and she looked like she was going to slap me when she yelled about it,' he thought as Nikki seemed to be melting into Donnie's body, practically moaning as he grabbed her by her loins through a t-shirt in front of her whole birthday party guest list. She didn't discourage or move away, no she shifted against him and opened herself up to more exploration. Nikki also continued popping her bottom against his lap, grinding and enjoying the closeness of their bodies. Even as a teasing statement was made at the end.

Drake had one last thing to contend with, a microphone being let go and flying in his general direction. He hopped back and it fell before reaching him but he stared at it. What could he do? What could he say... he couldn't risk a music based battle with a man who could come up with a song like that on the spot, it'd only further embarrass him. He didn't want to look bad in a room full of Nikki's friends. "Whatever, this is way too serious..." he seemed almost pouty as he turned. He'd stand there waiting at least a few seconds hoping someone would approach him, but much like earlier the party seemed to be moving around his existence. With everyone gathering around a cake with candles being lit. "Ooh, cake!~" Nikki cheered excitedly making sure she also tossed that ring box back at Drake, she didn't want him thinking he could win her over with something like that. And now she'd be celebrating her birthday properly. Meanwhile, outside of the doork tests were being run. The bombshell blond would find herself being tied up with her own golden threads, "Ooh?! That's really fucking new♪!~" That woman sang as her legs were spread and he was able to plunge even deeper into her without the restraint of positioning. She felt those deep plunges and even more fluid was dripping into that spot on the floor. That steady building fervor, increasing the grip and internal vibration of her own body as her womb quivered rapidly as it was intruded upon. As for his question it had a simple answer... "I sometimes go places to make sure I'm telling the truth. I made a promise and it seems this is where I ended up keeping it. The extra me here is Maddie," the blonde said after a thread unconnected to the black haried male pulsed and carried with it a a sound she could identify. "And she's apparently the one who baked Nikki's birthday cake," she pointed out with relative ease. There were quite a few versions of her who lives regular lives and had normal jobs, the one called Maddie, was one such individual.

[Bloodedge]

Try as he might, there was no reality in which Drake could make any true headway with Nikoleta Corbyn. He, who didn't produce a cause for pride, could never create the desire for public displays of affection that went well beyond the platonic. Open deviance was something a rare few could enjoy. That hidden stranger outside knew as much, and surely the blonde in his company had seen enough to know as well. Here and now, Donnie was establishing himself as one of the few as he clutched at Nikki's loins right in front of her old... mistake. While Drake stood there dumbfounded, Donnie's tongue protruded in that mocking gesture once more. This time however, it didn't simply slip back into his mouth. Instead... he dragged it along the side of Nikki's neck, not at all part of the mocking, but all part of the effort to rile her up again. Ah, but it was her birthday. There was a cake to be excited about, and he was content to leave her to it with that simple 'reminder' of his presence in the immediate past. He'd share a brief response to Drake's claim of matters being too 'serious' for his taste, though. "It ain't that serious. Nigga this a party," was all he said, coaxing Nikki toward the cake with a bump to her rear. "Go 'head, ma. Happy birthday."

"Happy birthday, Hūra~" the stranger murmured, even though she surely couldn't hear him. Perhaps, whether in this reality or the next, she could hear those well-wishes with her soul... but it didn't matter. He found it much more meaningful to bask in the experience of having the blonde lifted and stretched by her own threads ─ something even he wasn't able to manage before achieving this form. "Damn right it's fucking new! Now that I can do this, I'm gonna flood a whole timeline with ichor!" he announced, wedging around in the woman's womb as two souls resonated one way and the other with hastening succession. His hips and core were working as if he were performing a samba, which would only become a more accurate description of his movements while the blonde's other identity at this party was noted. "Maddie? Havon? She actually baked something? I thought all she ever managed was covering herself in icing and shoving a huge candle up her ass..."

[Apollymi]

Nikki was beyond caring about the thoughts and opinions of Drake. He'd barely registered to her after she decided that all she had left to acknowledge on her birthday was the universe's birthday present to her. Still, she wasn't going to discourage Donnie from having his fun at Drake's expense. Actually, she'd contribute incidentally to all of that, by respnding positively to groping and even go a bit further. As Donnie extended that tongue of his in the usual teasing and mocking way, it was eventually turned on Nikki's neck, she squirmed her body reacting to the touch and the wet muscle with the start of her arousal leaking around the thong she wore. "Oh my gawd, DONNIE!~" she said almost reflexively to the intrusion, still she'd only move her hips against his lap more, right up until she acknowledged the cake and felt the strangest desire to partake immediately, even though she was sure she didn't order it. According to Donnie, she should because it was her birthday, though that kind of statement wouldn't stop her from moving towards it, even encouraging her with nudges of his hips as she moved forward. "Thank you~ Still unwrapping you later, mate!~" she said to Drake's dismay. Donnie was obviously willing to argue whatever point, acknowledging his words further would only dig him in deeper. Nikki though was almost foreign to Drake in the moment. He seemed distraught, 'If I'd done that, she would have screamed at me for it, not giggled about it! All of this seems like some weird fucking dream that isn't true!'

While Drake thought he was suffering a dream, Nikki approached and began cutting a cake. Somehwere, somehow... a version of her heard, that birthday well-wish and would likely be sending a message looking for 'Imbibies' as she would have called him. Beyond that a candles were being blown out among more birthday wishes and then a quite wish was made, quietly and without fanfare. At the same time, the dark haired man outside the door was working over the blonde who also knew what it was to accept certain activities from some but not others. Actually, even her younger self learned that truth with words not too long ago, there were some who could say whatever and some who never could. Drake would find out he was a never could type of person, though it would likely take a while to settle. What wouldn't take too long was the movements of the blone's body and her reaction to being abused in this new way. "Yours, mine or ours? You know me... I'm into it♪~" the blonde said happily, she could feel it, the biggest orgasm of her time in this world building. But before that reached the proper pitch, while her wombs gravity and vibrations began the process of trying to crush the thing that moved in her depths, there was a different issue. Currently another version of this young woman in the building and she was being identified by one of the oldest terms for one of the oldest foods. While she met that samba with shaking hips and pulses within caused by internal muslce and magical clenches, she had something to say. "Yes, Maddie is a Mtichelin Star chef in lives where she isn't in constant contact with the circles... you distract her," the blonde mentioned of a young woman standing int he back. She was thicker than normal wearing a chef uniform and a baret with a slighly plump visage. Her waist was a bit thick and so where her thighs but she wasn't exactly obsese or anything like that... no she was instea perfectly content peeking from behind a circular window toake sure the room was enjoying the cake. Speaking of Nikki blew out her candles and began cutting and passing out cake everyone in the room would get some, except for Drake. She was done sharing herself with him.

[Bloodedge]

Nikki's utterance upon having her neck licked was... oddly not the first time Donnie heard that exact sentence. It was definitely a first for that particular voice and accent, but he wouldn't let it be the last if his life depended on it. "Ayy, save some of that for later♪~" he said before urging her toward the cake. Nikki went along, though not without reiterating the plan to unwrap him later. "Bet it up. You did the wrapping~" Donnie replied with another open and prideful gesture to showcase his current state of dress. If anyone was going to get him out of the newest Blue Lotus getup, Blue Lotus herself was the best person to do it. In the meantime, Donnie floated around in the vicinity of Ronnie, leaving Nikki to her cake-cutting. Soon enough, she was passing slices around. Donnie would certainly have a plate, but Leon was chiming in before even getting his own. "Oy, I got an idea! Body cake shots!" he announced. Ever the wingman, it seemed Leon had nothing but ideas to put his cousin and King Don into pseudo-sexual situations.

Speaking of sexual situations and the like, that mysterious pair was casually discussing the spreading of ichor across a timeline... which most wouldn't understand was a very, very sexual thing. Ah, but there was a question. Did he mean hers? His own? Perhaps he meant both? The answer didn't come from him immediately. Instead, he kept battering away at the blonde's womb until his legs were involved to complete an actual samba of fornication. Donnie's beat had long since ended, but there was a different beat of four coming from the black-haired man himself ─ one that more easily synchronized with the blonde in this world. "Damn this is easy when we're in OTP country~" he commented absently just before an explanation of 'Maddie' came about. Not only did that one actually complete a baking job ─ she'd become a Michelin Star chef, and was very capable of finishing her work when not distracted by 'the circle'. "Huh. I need to try some of her actual baking. Let's get hers involved in the spillage too. I wanna put a candle in her ass and have a slice of my own birthday cake. You can be the party popper~"

[Apollymi]

Apparently, Nikki was to save something for later, she thought to do that, but she couldn't help her reaction to that particular action. It simply felt right coming out of her mouth in response to her body. "I'll do my best, but it's hard to hold it all in~" Nikki said, having the strangest feeling that she'd be saying that more than once this particular day. Moreover she'd go on to begin passing out cake but not before the man claimed that she was the one who'd wrapped him and thus was the best choice to do the unwrapping. "If that's all it takes I'll wrap you every day~" Nikki said knowing she meant it without question. All thewhile Drake was watching and seething. Donnie moved around in this room as if it was his space too, and he didn't get pushed way by Ronnie. In fact, Donnie's approach and Ronnie opening her arms and chuckling, "Great song, bruv. Loved every mention," she said playfully. "Also feel like that song I'm do the video for is gonna get active, sure you don't wanna do some prep work on me too~" she said teasingly, knowing that Drake was paying far too much attention. As cake was handed out, Nikki took a moment to hear out the words of Leon. "You can't stop yourself, still not gonna say no... And thanks you to all my invited guests. I'm glad you could hang out with me on my birthday!~" Nikki said to the idea of eating cake off a body, especially if tha body was Donnie's. The Queen accepted a piece of cake and began to eat it at the commencement. She quite enjoyed this evening, even if it was itnerrupted. The slight wasn't missed by Drake either. 'Man's never tried to get to know me, much less help. And what do you mean Ronnie openly flirting. I been trying to hop down... she wasn't having it. Ain't no way! And why Nik say that bit about invited guests, did she skip me on purpose. Did she not want me here with her?' Drake couldn't help the heat rising in his soul. How dare they all play him for a fool! But while Drake contemplated, there was a cake to be eaten. A cake that was a pale green, using avocado instead of a normal fat, it was a moist, decadent, richly textured thing. Seeming almost a tropical mix of coconut and citrus with a rich buttercream honey icing that had the subtlest earthy hint of cinnamon. It was completed with shaved toasted almonds and was among the most complicated creations of the one called Maddie, but was also perfectly suited to Nikki's palate.

Meanwhile, that mystery pair were working themselves deeper and deeper into debauchery. All the while saying things that most would have interpreted as sexual immediately, if they could have been heard. On the matter of spillage of ichor there wasn't a direct answer, immediately. Instead as a samba was being worked out and bodys and internal organs aligned both would be feeling it. A hand would be found moving towards the womb of the blonde from the outside, mana laced fingers tapping against flesh repeatedly giving real tone to the samba as they moved up, leaving both of them to feel the tonal pushes inside her body where their parts met. "It is a really easy build up. It's surprising really. I didn't think it would get this far this quickly," she said in observation. This must be one of the closer OTP. No matter, they might as well enjoy the easy work and their future build up. And it seemed that the black haired man wanted to actually taste 'Maddie's' cooking as well as involve her in the current sexual activity. "That sounds like a plan none of me would turn down. I also really want to taste the cake♪!~ Let's have this one and then go bother Maddie♪!~" she sang happily, knowing that she was quickly approaching the matching pace of that samba and by virtue of that fairly close too her own end.

[Bloodedge]

Donnie didn't have a single problem with the idea of being wrapped, unwrapped, or even unraveled by Nikki on a daily basis. They'd yet to properly join to this moment, but he somehow knew it was going to be a life-altering experience worth revisiting. Of course it wouldn't be the first or second of such things in Donnie's life, but that only made the possibility more ridiculous. That was still something to be addressed later. In the meantime, Ronnie had some words to share about the most recent performance... and the video she was to be involved in later. She asked about prep work, and he chortled. "Come on now, you know that's how we do it. We gon' have unequivocal motion. What kind of prep you lookin' for ─ what we talkin'?" Donnie inquired while Leon presented, in his mind, the best idea yet. Nikki commented on an inability to stop himself, and he wasn't denying it at all. No... he was doubling-down. "Hush! You only get one twenty-first, all I'm sayin'! Birthday girl oughta have the best plate in the house!" he announced. Immediately, Leon could feel the stares yet to even come. "... I mean what she thinks is the best plate in the house! Don't be givin' me any o' that!"

All the while, music unheard was rapidly growing into something that was leaving quite the puddle. 'Agy' had a hand outside her womb to reinforce the beat. Normally, such a thing was highly stimulating ─ sometimes overstimulating. Now, with his own pulses going outward, it felt like the return of something that had been unknowingly missing. What would have been an echo had instead become a source, and vice-versa. With their pace determined by that combination of sound waves, the stranger tightened the strings around Agy's legs to pull them perfectly horizontal. "Gotta test the party popper first to make sure it works~" he claimed. As though mimicking an actual party popper, that tight pull on Agy's legs was one he meant to use as the toy's string pull... this time. Perhaps confetti wouldn't be coming out, but he knew something would ─ especially as the stranger was also bursting into Agy's womb with thick waves of fluid that moved like sonar pulses. Surely nothing would go wrong if he added to the puddle below them, right?

[Apollymi]

Nikki's baseline understanding of dressing a man like Donnie was furthered by his words. He didn't mind her choosing his clothes and she didn't mind being the one to dress him or undress him. It would be quite the fun match, when they finally got around to the more sexually charged experience. And while Nikki thought i over and passed out plates of cake, everyone was chatting amongst themselves and waiting to see what would come of things. Ronnie found herself easily flirting with Donnie and thus had the eye and current ire of Drake. She didn't stop herself from looking utterly comfortable. "No hard ideas just yet, planning breakfast and all... maybe a dance to work up the appetite?~ Not that I'll need it, apparently your going to be made into a plate today too~" she seemed mostly teasing, she'd decided to stay out of it until breakfast, but that didn't mean she wouldn't keep herself on the back burner of the man's thoughts. At the same time, Leon was once again saying something which had a bunch of people in the room staring at him with raised brows. "I mean... you said it~" Nikki said. Nikki said seemingly amused and totally relaxed even with Drake still standing there. It was if his presence had become nothing more than a badly placed piece of furniture in the room. While Celeste looked at Leon and her face bore a smile. "Con comme un balai. Je l'aime," she said patting the man on the back, seemingly beyond amused and quite fond of Leon already. Though anyone who understood French would get an underlying chuckle out of the idiom, including the Queen. There would be a quiet chuckle from that girl in the Barret peeking the kitchen to see how everyone enjoyed the cake.

Meanwhile a different kind of song was building up between two magical bodies well beyond the norm for this world. The black haired man and 'Agy' as she was being called by him, dancing in a way that was well beyond the norm. And hand on Agy's womb from the ouside, echoing back the noise being pumped into her, seemed to do, exactly what it was meant to, and it was a skill shown by her littlest self that had the most impact even on herself. Her legs were pulled straight apart, a a bit of flexibility she owned but didn't often use, creating a burn straight up her thighs, that fed her masochism just a bit in a form that didn't often experience it. "FUCK YES, DADDY♪~ POP YOUR PUSSY UNTIL THE FLOOR IS SOAKED!♪~" the woman sang as her whole body convulsed to that same samba that had her hips shaking and bouncing with impact as she was filled. A pour of fluid shoot from between her legs that was both his own fluids and hers mixing as they hit the floor. Surely this was fine and nothing would be happening, that could cause an incident.

[Bloodedge]

"Nothin', huh? Well you know people usually get some kind of meet in for choreography and shit. We could make sure we got the vibe right before we talk about all the business stuff," Donnie suggested in that same flirty tone. Even though it was clearly the plan for him to have a time with Nikki first, but it seemed there were no issues with him and Ronnie going to similar extremes as what he'd already experienced with Nikki. What was a bit of dancing if it became an option? Certainly she didn't actually need security to be on his mind; that was established early in puberty for the male. As for him being made into a plate, Donnie had... a moment. "I'm what now?" he asked. At the same time, Leon was silently cheering Nikki on with the energy of youthful, fanmade passion... only interrupted by another French sentence from Celeste, who patted his back. He didn't have a clue what she was saying or what it meant, but... he could absolutely hope, and that was exactly what he'd be doing after hearing so many statements from the woman in that appealing language today. "Is that like sexy speech for wantin' a shag?" he wondered earnestly.

Meanwhile, there were two causes of spillage outside the VIP room, both resulting in a puddle that couldn't be missed by anyone leaving via normal means. Of course, that couldn't be done without the type of statement he'd become well-adjusted to from this woman and her many, many variants. "Fuck yeah, I haven't heard one of those in DAYS!" he exclaimed as if days counted as a very long time. The stranger kept flowing into Agy, back onto his own lap and out onto the open floor with all the casual demeanor and satisfaction of someone soaking in a fresh bath. "Fuck the floor; I'm gonna soak the planet, minimum. But first..." Before saying anything else, he tugged Agy's legs out a few more times for good measure, finally releasing her afterwards. "To the kitchen! I wanna stuff a donut!"

[Apollymi]

Use a song, catch a vibe, figure out the chemistry before the business end of things kicked in. Such was Donnie's recommendation for Ronnie and she found it amusing. "Yeah, quite like that idea really~" she said easily going along with the idea for something less business related initially. "Cake plate~" that was Ronnie's only playful response to his question. Just the same she was nudging him over towards the bar so happy to assist her younger sister, while Drake was aghast. Surely this sort of thing didn't just happen. He wasn't watching Veronica Corbyn, a woman who'd contributed to many a man and boy's sleepless nights, just casually flirt with someone, not just on something business related. And still not a single member of this party had even bothered to address him after the song Donnie had put on. Was he invisible? He didn't know, but he was fuming and in a room full of Hunters, several of whom he knew to be S-rank, he didn't like the idea of starting a fight without someone on his side. Those mage types were too problematic for him to want to fight. "Yeah, apparently new birthday rules at 21 say a girl can only eat cake off the best plate in the room~" Nikki commented almost absently but still she was content to set the man up and begin her feast. Ah, but what of Celeste and Leon, another set of French lines and slipped otu of that woman and then a subsequent understanding that wasn't at all correct but definitely proved the point of the idiom appeared. What would Celeste even have to say in response to that ridiculous claim of looking for a shag? "Oui~" she added, only to pull a box of personally created accessories out of her magical storage. An actual present for Nikoleta. "Petit Lapin... have some real jewelry for your brithday, and this..." she said taking out a small piece of metal while looking at the girl's feet. She'd be creating a single toe ring as if to further jab at Drake, seamless metallurgy creating something unique and perfect for the girl herself. "Blimey, these are gorgeous. Thanks Cele~" Nikki said taking those items and slipping them into her own magical storage, she was thinking of a design that would include them and would definitely be sending pictures of it straight to Celeste when she was done. All the while, Drake felt deeply offensed. "Oh, and now no one can even see me, aight, bet. I'm out this bitch!" he said as if he had any claim to be mad about anything. Oddly enough there would be no real reply from Nikki who had eyes on Donnie and her more recent present.

While Drake dramatically turned to begin his storm out of the area he'd just come from, a different pair was working themselves through their first real test. A sentence so outrageous left the mouth of that blonde, but it was resceived positively as if missed by that dark haired man. "Really, I figured there was always a me somewhere~" mentioned Agy who found it hard to believe he hadn't heard such a thing in more than 24 hours of consecutive time. There was quite the overflow in front of that VIP one which showed off quite a bit of their combined juices covered the floor. Apparently there was to be a flooding of the world. A couple more strange pulls of her legs would occur before the strings were released and when they were she found herself on heeled feet with wobbly knees. "Hmph, I never get used to that... Damn it's been a bit since I directly got some Daddy Dick♪~" Agy commented as she worked herself into a more elegant stance seeming to let her moment pass with a slightly blushed face and upturned lips. Her recovery was always a bit faster. Apparently they were going to the kitchen to check on a different form of the lass called Agy. "Yeah, oh, can we watch the thing about to happen though♪~" Agy seemed excited because she could feel the exaggerated steps of Drake headed towards the outside and it would be worth moving out of the way to watch as the man came out of the door and stepped into that puddle of mixed fluids.

[Bloodedge]

The way things sounded, Donnie figured he'd soon have Veronica as a dance partner. Instead, she reiterated the concept of... a cake plate. What was that supposed to mean? Well, he'd be finding out in a matter of moments, as Nikki approached with an explanation. Just as he had to take a body shot from the young woman earlier, she apparently had to use him as a plate for her slice of birthday cake. That definitely made the list of strangest suggestions Donnie had ever heard, but he wasn't a total stranger to some level of food play either. "Word, it's like that now?" he asked. Good humor was aplenty though, so Donnie took the go-ahead toward the bar, figuring he'd have to remove his shirt yet again today and doing so. In the meantime, Leon's eyes were widening. "I know that one! Brilliant!" he exclaimed. "When we goin'?" he asked before Celeste busied herself with the production of some gifts for the birthday girl. In that time, Leon became one of few, if not the only one, to notice Drake storming off. "That wanker was still 'ere?"

Meanwhile, the pair outside were winding down and catching up after their first round of the day. The notion of the stranger being without one of Agy's variants for such a short time shouldn't have been so surprising, he thought. Much more time had been passed between their meetings before ─ up to thousands of years or more, surely. "There is pretty much always a variant, but that doesn't mean they're all worth it... or worth the effort. The one Donnie had his first connection to has a window I usually don't even bother with, for one example," he explained with no further detail about any time they spent apart overall. They remained invisible, intangible and inaudible in the short moments of afterglow, and could easily make their way to the kitchen for the other one... but Agy had a suggestion. She wanted to see what came of Drake storming out of the party. The stranger didn't care much either way, and shrugged. "Whatever tickles your toes, I guess. What, are you gonna queef jizz onto his face when he falls, or just watch him make an ass of himself? We already know he's going down in about... six seconds."

[Apollymi]

A dance between Donnie and Ronnie was allowed to simmer, and the young woman in the situation didn't mind very much. She already knew the joy of a long build up and the kind of fun it could lead to, beyond that... it was her younger sister's birthday and she was the doting big sister, so... there was nothing to do but go along with various whims. So with Donnie moving to take position and question it jokingly Nikki could only also laugh. "Yep, seems like it. Not often a girl gets to eat off a work of art~" she said all that ink all over his body she'd easily place that cake slice of hers atop him and sit at the bar like a girl with a mission willing and ready to begin devouring cake. For her part in this Ronnie had her own piece and would begin eating while watching with all the interest of a caged predator. At the same time, Celeste and Leon seemed to be working towards making their exit. "Whenever I have a room at one of the nearby hotels, if you want to join me~" Celeste offered without hesitation. At the same time, there was the first bite of cake being taken as Drake stormed off apparently discontent with being ignored. Leon questioned it and Ronnie shrugged. "You know how attention seekers are, they stick 'round 'til it's obvious no one cares to look~" she pointed out. The fact that Nikki had only had eyes for Donnie for most of this evening said all it needed to, Drake was a thing of the past. And the first bite of the most delicious, moist cake with a perfect flavor profile hit Nikki's tongue before she leaned up to finish consuming and lick icing off Donnie's exposed stomach. "Cake's brilliant!~" she said as everyone else also watched and started their meals. "Taking mine to go... I have a contact to pick up at the airport," Serena managed giving a wave too the lass who'd be enjoying a man for her birthday. She'd be going out through the kitchen for someo unknown reason, as Drake finally stormed out.

Speaking of outside of the VIP, the pair of strangers who knew each other far better than many could ever claim to, were enjoying a moment of shared relaxation. Though they'd not seen each other in a while, apparently he wasn't always without access to variants, just a lack of desire to put in the effort of taming him. The one he spoke of made her chortle. "Well, that I understand, she just barely remains in range of the rest of us. I suppose if it's been a while, I'd rather fully enjoy you♪~" Agy commented with a knowing smile. The first round for them was never going to be just a moment like that, but before they took off the coming of Drake was something that Agy wanted to see. "We know it's both♪~" she confirmed almost childishly, as Drake stormed out. A pair of fresh dress shoes, never came with slip resistance, as such... his left foot went flying out in front of him, and suddenly without even understanding fully what was happening Drake was falling into the floor splashing into a puddle of mysterious liquid that smelled fruity and spicy. He might have assumed it was just some spilled cocktail if there wasn't so much of it. "When did this place get so f--aaack!" he didn't even get a chance to finish complaining as he tried to rise and fell against immediately. By the time he did, Agy was standing where his head would be dress hiked up with a casual relaxation of muscles that would have another burst of similar fluid spilling onto Drake's face while his eyes were closed. Several around the club saw the fall, and were already filming so got images of the man storming out, falling and falling twice. They even saw the shine coming to his face and Agy moved away and chuckled even as the liquid mana stained Drake's suit in a way that dry cleaning would never help. "Tehehahaha♪!~ Worth it♪~" Agy commented leaning against the dark haired male after regaining a more regal stature. "It's a damn shame though, Gio suits don't deserve that kind of treatment I feel like I should apologize♪!~" Agy said seemingly amused. She'd watch the struggle of Drake for a few moments more before heading for the kitchen to meet with a little blond with pigtails happily watching people begin eating the cake she'd slaved over.

[Bloodedge]

While getting prepared to dine, Nikki commented on the chance to eat atop a work of art. Whether she meant Donnie's body or the actual artwork placed upon it, didn't really matter. He'd easily leave himself open to exploration and feasting either way, even restoring a bit of lost firmness as he watched her lean over his abdomen. While Nikki tried the cake in such a strange way, Leon... apparently scored in epic fashion. Celest had a hotel suite on offer, and he wasn't going to waste any time. "Well that's it for me, innit? Happy birthday again, Nik! I gotta go!" he announced, willing to depart without further hesitation. Drake being an absolute child held no importance when there were adult things to take care of.

A pair of travelers would be exploring each other quite thoroughly ─ likely longer than the party and everything to follow. First though, they'd be sticking around to observe the fall of Casper Drake... just for the refined, elegant and statuesque woman to loose a squelch of fluids from her own loins right onto his face. It was such an unladylike thing to witness, but the stranger had seen her in a far worse state. "That's sick. Green hates you for everything he just saw," the man stated. "But I don't mind it. Probably," he added as if genuinely unsure. As for the suit Drake wore, it was going to remain totally ruined... or technically improved, depending on the approach to fixing the situation. Agy thought she should apologize for sullying Giorno Giovanna's suit, causing the stranger to sigh. "You mean you did that mostly so there's an excuse to blow him," he corrected. Moving on, the stranger would be taking the first steps toward the kitchen, seeming none too pleased about having to bypass Nikki. "God damnit she got the toe ring. I'm gonna need a lot of distracting for this," he said. Soon enough, he'd be walking... or rather, bursting into the kitchen. "And I know just how to get it! Where's the fucking cake?!"

[Apollymi]

Nikki's plate was a work of art in both ways something could be art. It was well decorated in various designs and tattoos, but it was also perfectly chiseled and sculpted like a statue of bronze. She noted the deliciousness of the cake itself, was dragging her tongue along the ridges of Donnie's abdomen between bites of cake, fully enjoying her birthday cake. "This is a great fucking birthday~ How's my new favorite plate doing?~" Nikki asked of Donnie who was letting her have her way with him to something she would have considered an extreme. And it would seem hat beyond the edges of Leon's thought processes, he did at least know when he was being hit on and invited home with a woman. He even gave up completely on continuing on with the party by this logic. As he said his goodbye he'd get a playful salute from Ronnie, "Don't go doing anything I wouldn't do~" she said in a teasing manner, winking at Celeste while, Nikki gave her own kind of head nod. "Catch ya' later bruv, have a good night and thanks~" she offered with the same general classiness that she had about their family interactions. "Au revoir," Celeste offered to everyone present even an inclination of her head to the Queen of England before skipping out with Leon in tow only for the two of them to step out into something strange.

At the same time that pair of people got to act out in a way that the girl herself didn't often do. She realized she'd done something fairly off-putting but in general there was an itch in her mind that kept her from sparing Casper Drake any of her antics. "Green hates me? For that, I figured that was just the general state of him," she said as if the version in question was worth a bit of extra spite. "Imagine how I feel... I just gave something I didn't want to, just because I literally can't stand him♪!~ Besides you always manage to see me when I am literally at my absolute worst. When I can't hold it in anymore..." that woman stated, returning to a full amount of regal behavior over the course of just a few seconds like the deviance to make sure Drake suffered was merely a pebble in the middle of the road. As for the easy read of her intentions involving Giorno Giovanna, she simply she turned her head as if offended lightly by the suggestion, but the words, out of her mouth as always would be honest, "You know me so well~ Though I've been very careful about moving around in the fashion world here... I didn't want to make any ripples," she pointed out. Ah but she wasn't the only one struggling to preserve the timelines integrity. No... the black haired male now knew of the toe ring on Nikki and needed a distraction move along they would right to the kitchen where they would find a girl, in the skimpiest version of a chef's uniform, but somehow... she seemed just as cute. A bit chubby around the middle, light brown hair in two pigtails and large light brownish green eyes. She was physically not too far displaced from the one who made her... aside from the small gut she seemed to have. Still in thigh highs and a version of a chef uniform that had under boob showing it was hard to believe that she had been making a cake. Upon hearing that call about about cake she shivered, her back initially arching, rear rising into the air, "WAAAAH♪!~ I didn't do it!♪~" she claimed as if she was fresh off being punished for something.

[Bloodedge]

And so, Donovan King was reduced to the state of a dessert plate. Or was he elevated to it? He'd take it as the latter and merely watch Nikki enjoy a slice of cake from his body, odd though it was. When asked how Nikki's 'new favorite plate' was doing, Donnie laughed carefully as to avoid making his abdomen jump against her tongue too roughly ─ though that was already happening to a certain extent from simple physical responses. "Not too bad, mami. This bar got a pretty comfortable counter. You should try that shit~" he flirted with a little wink. By then, Leon was vacating the premises with Celeste... and stepping outside to see none other than Casper Drake walking off, looking like he'd dipped himself in a punch bowl to cool his head or something. 'Yeah take that, ya' knob!' he thought in passing.

The 'hatred' of whatever Green entity being discussed was not so specific to the moment so recently seen. That one and Agy were notorious for spiting and detesting one another, despite a few interactions much to the contrary. The blonde did have a point, though. She wasn't one to waste 'offerings' and such, so her use of those fluids just to spite Drake spoke for itself. "And so you have an excuse to demand more... right?" the stranger spoke, presuming a secondary reason she was so accepting of the act. "You two are toxic either way. There's probably gonna be something steamy next time because you reduced yourself to a gutter wench, or whatever the fuck," the man rambled as they made way for the kitchen, relatively time-ripple free. Once there, the grand entrance had that well-fed variant quickly entering the 'submissive and breedable' first position, claiming she hadn't done anything. "You don't even know what I'm blaming you for... if anything. Which means you probably did, so guess what?" he said, beckoning her toward himself with a finger.

[Apollymi]

Nikki's new favorite plate came complete with interactivity. She made him laugh and she watched him be careful about it as she ate another bite. She was about halfway through her cake but not, rushing but not eating slowly either. She was however, enjoying every movement of his torso against her tongue with playful indignation. "I should try it? I guess I could though I don't know if I'd make a good plate~" she claimed almost teasing in the same way and acknowledging that wink. And while Nikki enjoyed her cake and the playful atmosphere created around Donnie, Celeste and Leon were exiting and witnessing Casper Drake managing to look crazier than he'd done talking trash to everyone earlier in that VIP trying to crash Nikki's birthday celebration. "At least somebody does their fucking job..." Drake snatched the keys to his new Lamborghini from the valet didn't tip and didn't even make eye contact. He was too busy thinking that he'd need his manager to drop his suit off for dry cleaning before he needed to use it again. And then he found something strange, his car hadn't been driven up, it was cold, he went to push start he heard it sputter, he heard the engine of his brand new Lamborghini rattling around like a 10 plus year old midsized sedan and then it stopped. He did it again... another strange amount of metal clanking and it stopped. "The fuck did you do to my car?!" Drake aimed at the Valet who held his hands up. "Sir, I didn't move it, after it wouldn't start when you turned it off at your arrival. You might need to go get a fuel flush, before the engine block cracks," the lad pointed out given the sounds it was making. "This is a brand new Lamborghini, I just got it off the lot, what do you mean engine problems?!" Drake asserted. Again the valet simply gave his opinion... "I've only ever seen problems like that in cars that had the wrong kind or grade of gas put in them," he offered that and then moved on. "But since you're here now, would you like me to call a tow-truck for you... you know, instead of it being a direct charge because you're blocking the valet area by parking your unmovable car here..."

While Drake struggled with his apparently terrible luck, the woman known as Agy too got hear the shared thoughts of the black haired man and whatever 'Green' entity he spoke of. She had intimate knowledge of that 'Green' and also an intense amount of negative feelings. "You make me sound so uncouth. I thought you enjoyed the fact that I am insatiable and cunning♪~" Agy managed seeming to gain more of a direct but stable demeanor the longer they talked. She was almost there... almost back to what she should have been given her current form, but that personality wasn't just allowed to stand. No, it was tested and as always poked and broken. Mostly because she could hear that statement in the condescending voice of 'Green'. "Well, if he takes an issue with it, he's invited to say it to my fucking face. I'll show him a fucking gutter wench!" There was something a bit threatening about that, and the black haired man was right... Agy and Green were toxic, and something about that threat would likely contribute to that steamy interaction he spoke of. Speaking of oddities, that brown haired girl in the kitchen accidentally took a pose she was prepared to take whenever she heard that voice. When the rest of the words registered, she had a bouncing little spasm. "It's not my fault... I always assume I'm in trouble when it starts like that..." she said. Her cheeks puffing as she began taking the subtle steps forward. She took note of Agy and that pouty puff became even more. "There's a big me here too, I had to have done something I don't remember..." she muttered as if a child about to find out her punishment but moving towards that finger without much thought.