Smoke and Mirrors [Nick]

[Tash]

She laughs and lets him grab it, watching him take a second puff. Ah, there we go - he dealt with this one much better and she grinned at him.

"Much better, I knew you were corruptible." This makes her laugh and she leans over to use his shoulder as a pillow. Her big green eyes flick over to look at him, catching his gaze from beneath their long dark lashes. "Thanks, by the way. You - were a Godsend today mister."

Tash gives him a little smile, one that's genuinely unaffected by the double shot of fabulous depressants she's dumped on her system in the past few hours. It's nice to have friends to be there for you, as cheesy as that sounds.

[Nicolas Constantine]

"Corruptible my ass. I chose to do it out of my own free will..." he grinned, his words seemingly getting slower.

Now he was getting heavy and the grin turned into a smile he couldn't get rid of as he sank into the couch. Tash then leaned over and used his shoulder as a pillow. He looked over to see her beautiful green eyes shine at him and he stared back with his dark blue ones.

"Thanks, by the way. You - were a Godsend today mister."[/b]

"You're very welcome, bella raggazza."

She gave him a smile and he smiled back, both of them locked in a stare and smile for what seem a while.

[Tash]

"Mhmmm." She drawled, giving a little bubbling laugh. "Of course you do."

He smiles and locks eyes with her. Ahh, well she couldn't really blame the other girls who might have fallen for those ocean blues, now, could she? She considered her friend carefully - as carefully as she could while high and still tipsy - yup, he was something of a charmer alright. It made her smile, to notice that she always ended up being friends with the charming, likable guys. For any shortcomings he might have, he was a good friend, she thought to herself. He'd helped her out when she needed it and showed her around the school when she was new and totally lost.

"Nick Nick Nick, you really are too much, you know that?"

[Nicolas Constantine]

Nick was so faded right now. The THC was affecting him greatly after only taking a little bit into his bloodstream because he wasn't used to it. But he was a glutton and even though he knew he shouldn't, he took another long drag to top himself off, and held it out for Tash to finish off and dispose of as he let out a billow of smoke.

"Too much? Now whatever do you mean by that?" he said like he had no idea what she was talking about.

He looked away from Tash, over to the floor where the bottle of wine was laying. He just stared at it for a long moment before snapping out of his daze. Nick tried to get up to get it, but he couldn't get himself to do it. The drug was weighing him down and even though he was awake, alert, and happy, his body felt heavy. He turned back to Tash with sad look on his face.

"Hey Tash... could you see if you could get that bottle of wine over there, please, bella..."

[Tash]

He wasn't used to it and it was hitting him pretty hard, she could tell. It was kind of endearing to tell the truth and so she just kept on using him as a pillow, watching him with a silly little smile on her face. He offers her the last of the toke and she takes it, savoring the smoke before she puts the joint out on the bottom of her shoe. While she was debating where to put it, he leaned forward a bit, then looked kind of puzzled and let himself flop back into the couch. She smothered a giggle.


"Hey Tash... could you see if you could get that bottle of wine over there, please, bella..."

Her eyebrows shot up and she nudged him jokingly with her shoulder as she stood and sashayed over to the bottle of sparkling vino, her full hips swaying and a mischievous grin on face.
"Nick honey, you can have whatever you want if you keep saying sweet things like that."

[Nicolas Constantine]

She got up and swayed on over to the bottle on the floor, but to Nick, she was floating over. Plus, he couldn't help but stare at her behind, as it was hard to not get entranced upon, especially when high as focusing is a chore.

"Nick honey, you can have whatever you want if you keep saying sweet things like that."[/b]

Nick smirked widely.

"And by 'whatever you want', what exactly does that mean? Because there are many things that I'd want."

He couldn't help speaking his thoughts as the surroundings only felt semi-real. To Nick she had no idea how much he'd actually enjoy hooking up with her. And the stimulant was not letting him hide it.

Once she came back with the bottle, he would try and manage to drink it.

[Tash]

Tash curls back up in the couch, laying her legs across his lap and reaching over to hand him the Mt. Etna, a lazy little smile on her face. She doesn't let go of the bottle right away and her fingers end up brushing his for a good few seconds. Intention? Inebriation? Nick's just going to have to guess, isn't he? Those reptile green eyes meet his, lit up by that fantastic crocodile smile.

"Baby boy, I didn't say you could have whatever you wanted right now."

She gives a little laugh and lays back across the couch, stretching her arms up over her head, body extended like a cat. All curves, still muscled but never harsh. From her delicious stretch she murmurs to Nick.

"Now if you think that shit's good, you should try the merlot my friend Dom's family makes. Back in Palermo....bella..."

[Nicolas Constantine]

He looked at her with his sly smile and partially squinted eyes as she let her fingers brush on his as he took the bottle of wine from her. He was actually able to pry out the cork, and he took a small sip at first. It was very good wine, as it tickled his tongue on its way down.

"Aww, why not now?" he whined playfully.

She lay back down on the couch, resting her legs on Nick as he took a swig of the wine. He could feel the liquid bubble in his stomach, reacting to the harsh acid, making him feel all warm inside.

"I'm going to have to try that sometime, then. Because this stuff is good."

[Tash]

"Because I draw the freebie line at vino, especially when it comes to boys. The rest you gotta work for, hmm?"

She says with a little smirk, picking her legs up off his lap and swinging them around so that she faced him again.

"You ever been to Italy, Nick? We should go. It's the best country in the world. The States? Not bad..." She makes a vague and sleepy gesture, glances over, smiles. "California's not bad at all. But Italia!"

[Nicolas Constantine]

He watched her as she shifted her position on the couch.

"Mhm. Of course I've been to Italy, a few times in fact. I've been all over Europe."

He leaned in close to her and smiled slyly.

"California is nice, but England is the best country in the world, love."

So it would be a war of which country is better now, would it? Hopefully Nick's pride for being a Brit wouldn't get too out of hand this time. He tended to be very patriotic when it came to his homeland.

[Tash]

He's up close and personal and she's a little too far gone to notice. Besides, she kept telling herself. It was Nick - he'd know how she meant it. There was no way he could misinterpret any of this, right?

His sapphire blue eyes sparkle as he sticks up for Britain. A patriot - well, that was endearing. Let the games begin.


"Well, you can't have been to Italy. You just can't have. I don't believe you, donnaiolo." Comes her sassy response, a joking challenge.

[Nicolas Constantine]

Nick scoffed at her response and poked her knee.

"I so have been to Italy. Where do you think I was able to speak such good Italian?"

He leaned in closer, eyes narrowed at her.

"Lei è sconvolto appena perché ho ragione e lei hanno torto, Bambina." he said slowly in the best Italian accent he could muster, poking her knee every other word.

He smirked at her with a look that said "I dare you to challenge me" on it. Nick had been to Italy to be immersed in the language when he was learning it and he had been back after that because he enjoyed it there. However, he still loved his home country more.

[Tash]

"Mmm, I don't know about that Nicholas Constantine." She says, tapping the tip of his nose teasingly as she says his name. "If you'd been to Italia, then you couldn't possibly think Britain's so much better."

Comes her response, her eyes glittering mischievously. They're sitting pretty close, legs pressing against each other and almost eye to eye. She doesn't back off. One corner of her pretty mouth twitches up into a smile and she gives a low little chuckle.

"Not bad at all. I bet the Italian goes over well with the other ladies." She practically purrs.

[Nicolas Constantine]

"Well I think its the best place in the world because its my home country!" he said, slapping her on the knee a couple times and then taking a swig of the wine.

Nick was rather intoxicated at this point and the drug was doing the opposite of helping. He was at the height of his high at the moment and he felt amazing just sitting there, talking to Tash.

"And no, the ladies seem to love the French. Je veux vous courber sur la table et vous prends doucement de derrière. he said, mocking what he said with French accent imitation that was poor on purpose.

He started laughing really hard afterward, uncontrollably.

[Tash]

Tash snatches the bottle from her friend and takes a long pull of the sparkling wine. Her head is buzzing more than her stomach and she giggles at his awkward French. She doesn't speak it but she's heard it enough - and it's a romance language - close enough to Italian for her to make out the basics.

"Signor Constantine, my virgin ears!" She says with a sly little grin as she stretches herself out, her arms snaking up across his shoulders and her torso matching up on top of his, while her long legs take up the remainder of the couch. From a few inches away from his face, she gives him a little wink and murmurs in his ear. Her soft lips brush his skin as she speaks. "That's no way to talk to a lady."