bad girls go everywhere [blo]

There were many people in the flat of Ksenia Szwarc. In the halls, in her living area, she was sure she saw a couple sneak off towards the empty room that held a few old pieces of furniture and some of Ksenia's lesser worn clothing items. They were drunk, she assumed - that was one of the reasons she'd charmed her bedroom door to stay locked tight unless anyone besides her had tried to open it. It was her favorite charm, honestly. Sure, Ksenia was fine with people laying in her bed if they were a little too inebriated and needed to sleep, but there were just... certain germs she didn't want in her own bed. She supposed the different chairs that she had in that room, the ones she never used, would be fine. She didn't want to ruin anyone's fun, after all.

That's what the night was about - fun. Ksenia had worked everyday the past week, and now that it was Saturday and she had the next day off, she wanted to party. That was her excuse anyways, just in case anyone had decided to ask why the twenty five year old was having a mass amount of people over. Her real reason was actually something that had nothing to do with the fact she'd worked seven whole days in a row, but actually someone she'd been working with the past few days. A certain black haired, dark eyed, wide-hipped co-worker that she had the absolute pleasure of spending her time with.

Blo S.K. was probably quite literally the most beautiful woman Ksenia Szwarc had ever laid her eyes on - and Ksenia had seen quite a few women in her years on earth. There was something so endearing about the younger girl - something that made Ksenia want to get to know her better. She could have gotten to know her at work, that was true, but Ksenia wanted to know what she was like outside of the work scene. She wanted to see her out of a professional (or, semi-professional) setting.

While she watched the different people mingling and getting drinks from her kitchen, Ksenia made sure to keep a close eye on her front door. She'd made sure to invite Blo, and make sure she was coming, although she hadn't told her what time to show up. That left Ksenia to wonder when she might walk through the door. The twenty five year old had let her eyes stray for a minute, landing on one of the people that had infested her house as they brushed past her before she'd looked back - and this time, she was there. Blo S.K., in all of her beautiful glory. With her cup in one hand and her other pocketed, Ksenia made her way over to the Welsh woman, her signature smirk planted on her face.

"Miss Kincaid," Ksenia spoke, her hand coming out of her pocket so she could reach around Blo and give her a hug. "You look more than beautiful today. Not that you don't every other day, but that's beside the point." Ksen gave a smile to the woman as she pulled back. "Let me get you a drink? We've got anything you can imagine, I'm sure." She told Blo, taking a sip from her own cup. Now, the night could truly begin.

Blo pursed her lips as she stood in front of the bathroom sink, one hand holding her towel closed, and the other hand applying lotion to her face. If Julian didn’t shut up about her going on a date, and dressing up for some “special” reason, she was going to drop the towel and beat his ass up and down the hallway. “Go away Jimmy before I gut check you.” She threatened, her eyes flicking to his image as he laughed in the doorway before he left.  It was like having her cousins all over again, trying to get in all of her business.

When she got back to her bedroom, she stared at the mess that was all over except for the bed, where the chosen few outfits were chosen. When Blo was invited to this party, she’d become a mess of nerves. She didn’t know what to wear, how to style her hair, what type of make up to put on. She’d dragged out outfits she hadn’t even worn for years. It wasn’t surprising that she was so off-center. Of course she would be, seeing as Ksenia made her act a mess. She stuttered a bit, blushed often, and could barely meet the other woman’s eyes. She didn’t quite know why, and it bothered her so much, but she was drawn to the other woman.

After putting on her underwear and layering on her favourite lotion and perfume combo, she stood in front of her bed, her hands on her hips. As she stared at what she was going to wear, she let out a running string of curses, unable to make decisions. Finally she just grabbed something, wiggling into it and sliding on a nice pair of heels. It was already late, and she didn’t want to be that person.

When the Jamaican arrived at the flat, she blinked at the amount of people that were there. It was a crush, and she had to weave in and out through the people. Big brown eyes flicked around for a moment, before she was trapped in Ksenia’s gaze. She stopped in place, swallowing slightly, before giving the other woman a brilliant smile, cheeks flushed. She shifted from foot to foot as Ksenia approached her, biting her scarlet coloured bottom lip, and eyes darting to the ground before flicking back upwards.

Blo let out a bit of a happy sigh when Ksenia’s warmth surrounded her, and snuggled a bit into the girl. She met Ksenia’s gaze evenly, nose wrinkling when ‘Kincaid’ came out of the woman’s mouth. “Me name’s Blo, but you know this,yeah?” She giggled slightly, pushing wavy hair behind her ears. She giggled girlishly again at the compliment, eyes darting down. “Thank you…you look nice too.” Looking around, she checked the crowd. “It’s rather crowded here, yeah? You must throw a good party…”

Ksenia mentioned drinks, and Blo inwardly balked, hand reaching up to rub a bit anxiously on her chest. Just the idea of having an attack in front of Ksenia made her heart rate speed up. But how was she supposed to say she didn’t drink and not sound boring. “I don’t drink, but I’ve something if I need to happy up…” She petted her purse where she’d thrown her stash bag, just in case. “If you’ve juice, I’ll be happy to destroy that for you…” Tilting her head and giving Ksenia a brilliant smile, she then blushed and looked down.

F**k, she was a mess.

"Of course I know your name's Blo," Ksenia lat her arm settle around Blo's shoulder as she stood beside her. She paused to take yet another sip of the drink that was in her hand, letting her arm comfortably sit on the girl's shoulders. "You say it like I wouldn't know that, Blo," She addressed the Welshwoman, her eyebrows raising as the smile on her face grew wider. "I like the sound of Miss Kincaid though." Ksenia shrugged, her eyes drifting across the room, scanning the crowd in front of her. "Makes you sound super professional and even more important."

Ksenia couldn't help but smile when Blo had complimented her, her pearly whites showing as she looked down at the simple jeans and button down that she wore. The twenty five year old knew Blo was probably just being nice - a compliment for a compliment or something of the sort, but she couldn't help but feel nice about it anyways. The warm feeling inside of her tummy just wouldn't go away, and she didn't know if it was the alcohol, or the fact that Blo had just said she looked nice.

"I like to think so." Ksenia started leading Blo towards the mass of bottles sitting out on her counter, weaving her way through the crowd of people. "If it's too crowded for your liking, I can make people leave." The dark haired girl shrugged, her eyes scanning the faces in front of her. "I don't even know half of them, but nothing's on fire yet so I think they're pretty okay?" Ksen had only recognized few people standing in her flat, although she supposed that's what she got for telling everyone to invite whomever they wanted. Blo was right - she did know how to throw a party. She couldn't just let her reputation for that die.

The arm settled around the shoulder of the other woman was moved to the small of Blo's back as she lead the Welshwoman into her own kitchen, her hand settling on the side of her waist as she did so. "Oh, that's fine." Ksenia nodded, setting her cup down on the counter. "We've got lots of juice, I think, but if we don't have the kind you want, I'd be more than happy to go get it for you." She told Blo.

While she let Blo see what she had, Ksenia grabbed a cup from the stack on a different part of the counter, letting her hand slide from the other woman's back for only a second before setting it back down on her back as soon as she was next to her. "So, how's your day been, then? Good, I hope."

“Professional? Me?” She let out a bark of laughter, her hand resting slightly on Ksenia’s abdomen, amused. “In what world? Have you met me?” She joked, but according to her manager at the bar, she was the least professional DJ they’d ever had. She was too friendly, too open for requests. How could anyone be too nice? She digressed, looking back at Ksen. “That does sound pretty though, coming from you…” She beamed, looking around the room., her hand still against Ksen’s side.

Snorting, she turned back to Ksenia, looking her up and down slowly. When her eyes finally met the other woman’s they were slightly hooded, before she looked away. “You look nice all the time…” was what she managed to spit out, before being distracted by Ksen’s comment. “You don’t know these people?” Blo would be damned if she’d have a shitload of people in her home that she didn’t know. Especially in her bathroom, touching her fancy soaps. Her fancy soaps were important! “Why would you make people leave for me? This is your party…” Confused, she tilted her head to the side, confused.

Shivering at Ksenia’s touch, she made it so she didn’t look at the woman at all. She was a nervous wreck for whatever reason. Biting her lip, Blo stared at the juice collection. “I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to find something here that I wont have to put you out.” She reached for a bottle of pineapple juice and reached her hand for a cup, beaming when Ksenia passed her one. “Thank you.” When she was done pouring the drink, she sipped it and moved closer, brushing her hips against Ksenia’s, looking at her.

“My day was…slow. You weren’t there.” She pouted deeply, hand tugging at Ksen’s shirt. “We had people interviewing for new shows and there was this guy who was trying to get a show just on ducks. Nothing but ducks. I don’t understand.” She took another sip, and rolled her eyes, sitting on the table so she was directly infront of Ksen. “…And what did you do today?” Her head bopped to to the music, and she stared at the woman from behind the safety of the cup. “Other than abandon me?”

Ksenia loved the feeling of Blo's hand on her stomach - she'd wanted the woman's touch to stay on her body forever, but the Pole knew that was far fetched. Instead, she held it on as long as she could, placing her own hand over Blo's with a smile. "I think you're super professional. Or -" She paused. "You're professional in my eyes, and I think that's pretty important, right?" Ksenia smiled, letting her hand slide off Blo's so she could run it through her hair. She should've gotten a haircut - Ksen would have looked ten times better had she gotten a trim, but that was all said and done, now.

If Ksenia was a blusher, she was sure she would've blushed at Blo's comment. "I don't know any of them," The twenty five year old had admitted, raising her eyebrow. "I mean, I know some of them - I invited people I definitely know but I don't know... all of them." She shrugged. "But..." She'd paused, looking over at the younger girl. "You're the guest of honor tonight." Ksen told Blo, giving her what she hoped to be her most charming smile. "And don't worry about putting me out -" The brunette paused. "I'd be more than happy to go and get you something if you ever need it, alright? Remember that." She said, keeping the smile plastered on her face.

It did, however, turn into a pout when Blo had started to pout. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry. I just wasn't scheduled for today," She tried to explain, resting her hand on Blo's again as she tugged on Ksenia's shirt. "I personally think... a show about ducks would be.... educational and... rather amazing?" Ksenia had tried to keep a straight face as she continued to talk about the ducks, although she was cracking up before she knew it.

Before answering Blo's question, Ksenia took a drink of her whiskey, letting herself slowly walk closer to Blo. "I was saving the world, actually. Putting bad guys behind bars, or whatever," She nodded, setting her free hand on the table next to the woman sitting upon it and leaning forward slightly. "But what was I thinking? That's way less important than you, isn't it?" Ksenia bared her teeth in a bright smile, holding her cup close to her body. "Also - can I just ask - why aren't you drinking? If you're worried about getting too shitfaced and embarrassing yourself, I wouldn't worry. I've probably been way more embarrassing a few times in my life." She moved herself to the side of Blo, letting herself lean on the table. "But don't answer that if you don't want to - I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything."

Blo let out a low almost sultry laugh that was interrupted by a snort. Before she blushed. Her brightly coloured lids lowered again, before she looked up at Ksenia. “Yeah…It’s pretty important…” She tilted her head, and twirled a strand of hair around her fingers. She watched Ksen’s hand travel her hair, and imagined that it was her hand that was in the soft looking hair. And that she could pull Ksen down to the tad bit that was her level. Shaking it off, she laughed to herself. “I mean, I get the VIP spot in the clubs and parties, so I must be very very important….” She preened lightly, fluffing her hair.

“…You don’t know any of these people?” Blo moved closer to Ksenia unconsciously, as if trying to protect herself from strangers. “…These are a lot of strangers in your own personal place. How do you relax until they are gone?” Then she did a double take, staring at Ksen with an extremely puzzled look on her face. “Guest of honor? Me?” Her voice was almost a squeak, as she pointed to herself. “W…Why? I mean. Okay.” She was confused. She’d never been a guest of honor for anything, not even with people she had been friends with forever. Why was Ksen trying to make her feel special? Why was her heart beating out of her chest? “I…could never do that. Put you out that is…” She was a bit of a stuttering mess, and it was driving her nuts.

Ksen’s lips were beautiful, she thought as she stared at the other woman’s mouth as she curved them into a matching pout. “Where were yo…” Before she could even finish her soft interjection, Ksen was talking about ducks, and Blo was outraged. But not really. “No. I’m not going to have an entertainment show being followed by a show about ducks. Can you imagine me announcing it as I led out? Going from talking about tits and arse, then talking about majestic ducks?” She rolled her eyes. “If the producers make that a thing, I’m going on strike, I tell you that.” Her finger gently jabbed Ksen’s upper arm as she tried to make her point. “I mean it, Ksenia. No ducks. Don’t even bring up ducks in your show. I’ll wrestle you!”

Her voice turned softer as she focused again on the conversation. “I keep forgetting that when you aren’t at the station you’re being a masked crime fighter. Do you have a super hero name yet? Or a cape?” That would be awesome. Maybe Blo should have a themed super hero party. Do wizards know about super heroes? She wasn’t quite sure. Tapping her bottom lip again, she blushed, ignoring Ksen’s comments. The other woman was just a flirt, that was all. She didn’t mean any of those things that she was saying to Blo, so Blo was going to ignore them for the most part. Getting attention from anyone like that was something she’d grown out of practice with, so it was like she was trying to process it inwardly.

’Oh boy.’ Ksenia really didn’t pull any punches, did she? Blo’s brow furrowed as she listened to the questions about her drinking, and she squirmed uncomfortably on the table top. She jumped down and fixed her hip hugging skirt, unable to look at Ksen as the tried to formulate an answer that didn’t sound either too lame or too dramatic. Either ‘I just don’t’ or ‘I have a heart condition that’s being fixed by medicines who lose their potency when I drink and I might have an relapse’ sounded like she was begging for attention. Was there a middle ground? She hated this shit. Unconsciously her knuckles rubbed into the spot above her heart and she took a deep breath. “I’ve got  bit of an issue with my heart…” She started sounding decidedly Welsh in that very moment. “My healer’s killed all my fun. I cannot drink, but I can smoke.” She shrugged, trying to brush it up as inconsequential. She lifted her cup and shook it, making the ice cubes rattle. “I have my fun.”

Trying to drag the attention away from herself, she snagged Ksen’s hand and walked forward out of the kitchen. “Give me a tour, yeah?”

As Blo moved closer to Ksenia, the twenty five year old placed her hand on the woman's back, her eyebrows raising as she shrugged. "Not really. Only a few. I just... invited some, and they invited some - all of my important stuff is locked up in my room. I don't really trust people much, but there isn't really anything out here of importance that they could take. And even if they did," Ksenia paused, shrugging her shoulders while she took a drink. "I'm trained to catch them." The Polish witch finished, sending a wink the younger girl's way.

"Okay, but imagine if you did introduce a show about ducks." The blue eyed witch fought a laugh as she thought about Blo introducing... whatever the show was called after hers, the hand with her cup in it coming up to cover her mouth as she did so. "I think it would be a great addition to the tits and arse, because it's three things that I love and I would definitely listen to both shows, all the way through, no matter where I was." She shrugged, letting herself laugh as Blo jabbed at her arm. Pink lips turned into a pout once more, her hand coming up to catch Blo's after a final jab, holding it for a second before letting it go. "Come on Kincaid! It would be... fantastic."

Ksenia let out a sigh as Blo had mentioned capes and super hero names, her face turning into a frown as she shook her head. "Boss man says no capes, I've tried. I've even showed him awesome designs for some really cool capes that I've come up with -" The twenty five year old tried to continue on before she started bursting out laughing. "No - I wish we could have capes though. I reckon I might be able to wear one, and some really hot leather super suit, if I wanted. Maybe. I think I look better in regular suits, though." She shrugged. "Everyone has their look."

Blue eyes focused on the woman in front of her as she explained why she wasn't drinking, her face turning serious and head nodding as she listened to Blo. "Oh, yeah, no in that case... yeah I get it." She nodded. "Well... if you want," Ksenia shrugged. "Do feel free to smoke. I want you to have fun here, Miss Guest of Honor." Ksenia formed another smile on her face, her free hand ghosting over Blo's leg next to her before she dropped it to her side once more.

"A tour?" Eyebrows raised as she tightened her grip around Blo's hand, letting herself follow the woman out of the kitchen. "Well... you've seen the kitchen. And ehm... the living room, ummm..." She paused, this time taking the lead as she pulled the other woman down her hall. "The bathroom is behind this door," She let her knuckles rap on the door as she walked past. "But I don't know if I want to open that or not. If you actually need one," She looked back at Blo. "There's one off my room." She nodded. "This isn't gonna be much of a tour so I have to apologize for that, because my flat is actually... pretty small." She let her finger drag across the wall as she continued to walk. "There's a bedroom behind here, for like roommates and stuff, but I haven't got one, so I just use it for random stuff. And this," Ksenia paused, turning on her heel, struggling to pull her wand out of her pocket. As soon as it was out, Ksen waved it once, releasing the charm on her door. "Is my room." After pushing the door open, she let her companion walk in before her before she let herself into her room, letting the door close behind her. "And my most sacred place in the flat. Welcome." She said, with a grin on her face.

Blo followed Ksenia through the flat. Brown eyes tried to catch everything. It was a nice place, something totally different than where she stayed. It seemed fuller, more lively than the emptiness that rattled when Julian wasn’t home. She twined her fingers in Ksen’s hand unconsciously, moving closer to the woman as they walked through the halls. It was safe around Ksen. Her aura, or whatever feeling radiated from Ksenia was calming and protective. Maybe it was because of her job, or because it just part of Ksenia, but Blo relaxed around her.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything. And it’s not small, it’s cosy…” And it was. “I live in this big place with my friend, and he’s never there. I roam around there on my off days, and I feel lost.” Nervous laughter echoed, and Blo bit her lip. When they got to Ksenia’s bedroom, Blo flicked her eyes around, then saw the bed. She laughed before running forward, and flopping face first on the bed.  She slowly rose to her knees before looking back at Ksenia. “Your bed is comfy…”

She spun and flopped backwards, bouncing on the bed again, legs curled underneath her body. “I know you’ve got a party but…I missed you.” She looked down, biting her lip. “Can we just relax for a moment? And talk or something…”She didn’t really need that much time. Maybe she was pushing it. She was so f*cking nervous.

“Did I say you looked very nice today?”

"I think small and cosy have two different meanings," Ksenia let out a short laugh as she spoke. "But I think this is just small. I do appreciate the sentiment, though." The woman said, giving her companion a smile before turning and facing forward once more. She listened carefully as Blo spoke about her own home, letting herself nod as she listened. Her home in Neroli was quite large, quite empty. Ksenia hated that, too. The interior decorator she'd hired had done the place up in a completely minimalistic style, leaving her with minimal furniture and little objects to faun over. The brunette supposed that was why she liked her London home most, really.

She watched Blo when the two women got into her room, a smile playing on her face as she ran and jumped onto it's soft, feathery confines. Ksenia was quite proud of her blanket, if she was being honest. "I think so too," Ksenia smiled, setting her cup down on the desk that sat against her wall before walking over and setting herself on her bed. "It's my favorite one out of all of them. This blanket's one of those really nice feather ones," Ksenia explained, petting the comforter that lay under them.

"We can talk," Ksenia affirmed, her voice in a low, caring tone. "I don't mind. I mean - if anyone breaks or steals anything, I am kind of trained to track them down." She told Blo, with a short laugh. "You look very nice today, too," She smiled, nodding at her friend. "And thank you." Ksenia let her tongue wet her lips slightly, propping herself up on her elbow while she adjusted herself to be comfortable. "You know - the thing you said about being left home alone, cause your friend's never there, if you wanna come stay here, you can. I've got a guest bedroom and everything - I mean, I can set one up... If you don't want to be alone, or whatever."

Ksenia wished she had a drink or something to hide her face behind, something to prevent Blo from seeing how she looked when she suggested the idea. There really was no reason for her to be scared to tell the younger woman that, but for some reason, her heart was beating a thousand miles a minute. "You know... 's up to you..."

Blo dragged a pillow against her chest and cuddled it, brown eyes focused intently on Ksenia. There was something genuinely fascinating about the way Ksen spoke. Her features were very expressive. When she smiled, there was two laugh lines that formed deeper around her left eye, than her right. It could be said that when Blo noticed things like that, she was being obsessive, maybe even creepy. But…she couldn’t help it. Ever since Ksen had appeared in her life, Blo had admired her. She was a fantastic person, but her energy seemed to spill out on everything she did, and it was amazing.

“I…just kinda wish we could have hung out before.” She admitted, pressing her cheek against the pillow. “Like work is fun and all, but we should be able to go out more…” Blo pushed Ksen’s shoulder playfully, laughing. “Cause this is fun. Just, the party, and you and me…” Gods, she was terrible at this shit. Could she just ask Ksenia on a date already? “We could go out to eat or something. My grandmother owns this jazz club, and she serves amazing Caribbean food. She’s from Jamaica, so its authentic. And the house band is amazing.” Blo could probably be convinced to play sax for her.

Her face was super pink, and she couldn’t help but bury her face completely in the pillow. She pulled her head upwards, and met Ksen’s gaze. “I have dogs.” She blurted out. Blo began to ramble, and her hands began to gesture lightly as she tried to explain things without seeming like a complete idiot. “Do you like dogs? Cause I have two really big dogs. And a comic book collection. Maybe a ceiling mirror, because I like to take artistic nudes because they are fun. I…have a lot of things. And I don’t want to invade. But, being here would be fun? I could…spend the night sometimes, and you don’t have to make up a room for me, I can sleep on the couch.”

“I can cook though! And I make fantastic coffee.” She began trying to extol her virtues like she was selling herself to be wed. “I shower a long time though, and I make my house smell like perfumes.” She shrugged, turning so she was staring at the ceiling and not staring at Ksen. “Your ceiling is nice.” She blurted, before dragging the pillow over her face. “…just ignore me. I’m not here right now, leave a message.” Blo groaned out, embarrassed.