Let It Burn

[Elizabeth Edison]

Elizabeth nodded with an acknowledging hum. "Yeah. One of the perks." She sarcastically answered with a chuckle. She had a host of 'perks' when it came to her abilities. Splitting headaches if she controlled it too much, splitting headaches if she just let loose...she damn near went into a coma the first summer she spent in Kalispell because the heat got to her. And the sweating, well that part is just utterly gross.

"Mmkay. If you change your mind." Elizabeth grinned. She didn't hate the taste that much. Though she did prefer the hard stuff as well.

Laughing at ther reasoning, the blonde nodded and took another quick sip before opening up the tub of ice cream, lowering her body temperature considerably just so the ice cream won't melt too fast. "So, Korean, Thai or Indonesian horror?" She asked with a wide grin.

[Gabriela Moreau]

Gabriela fell silent as Liz detailed some of the problems her mutation had caused. She placed the bottle of rum and the beer on the nearest table and zipped up her bag to put it on the floor out of the way. "Yeah, I know what you mean." Gabriela, herself, had her share of demons to face with her own power. The tips of her slender fingers rang along the faint scar tissue amassed on the back of her hand as she spoke.

But the girl was determined to not to let herself get down. Not tonight of all nights. Gabriela scooped the beer up again and dared to take another, decent chug off it. She wanted to get it down as quickly as possible before it lost its chill and the after taste could build in her mouth. "Blech!" She exclaimed before offering a faint chuckle. "Oh, wow. You have all the foreign stuff!" Her eyes narrowed as she thought. "I don't care where it came from, the creepier the better. I'll trust your judgement on this."

Gabriela's brown eyes shifted to Liz and brightened. There was something about the blonde girl that made Gabriela feel so at ease and comfortable. "Hey, real quick." She said, her tone softening. "I just wanted to say thanks." She glanced down a little sheepishly. "You didn't have to help me like you did, or invite me over to do this and I just want to let you know I appreciate it." Almost carefully her eyes lifted back up to Liz and she smiled warmly as she picked at the corner of the label pasted on the beer bottle in her hands.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Nodding at Gabriela's understand, kind of relieved to have someone who understood. Though technically Beau knew what it felt like, he only had to live with it when he was around her.

Elizabeth noticed the scarring only the second time Gabriela held up her hand to take a sip but before she could say anything, Gabriela showed her excitement about the horror movies and Elizabeth temporarily forgot about the scar. "Not all but some very choice ones I got from some of my friends online." She nodded.

"Okay, so this one came highly recommended and it's an anthology so like a lot of different types of horror will come at us." Elizabeth grimaced exaggeratedly before laughing. She had to stretch a little from the bed to the computer, causing her tank top to ride up her back a little, as she chose the movie she had mentioned.

Turning around when Gabriela thanked her again, Elizabeth's smile softened before she pushed herself away from the computer only to throw her arms around Gabriela, pulling her into a big hug. "Augh, you're so cute." She chuckled, squeezing the other girl a little. "And hey, we're friends aren't we? I'm totally down to help you with anything." She reassured the smaller girl. Releasing her a little, the blonde chuckled apologetically. "Yeah, I hug people a lot. Sometimes out of nowhere...I hope you won't mind."

[Gabriela Moreau]

"I am so okay with that." Gabriela said with a nod at Liz's suggestion. A movie like that was just what she needed. Maybe something a little more cerebral for a bit, but could also switch to mindless fun. She'd always liked anthologies, at least the ones where the people who made the stories were allowed to go crazy. There were some great short stories out there and she was actually legitimately excited to see what Liz was starting up.

Maybe it was the vulnerability she had shown just then. Perhaps it was Liz's abnormally high body temperature. Or maybe, just maybe, it had to do with the short peek Gabriela had taken at the soft skin exposed by Liz's stretch. Regardless, Gabriela flushed faintly when she was drawn into the embrace. Her arms went instinctively around Liz as well and she sighed contentedly. People like this didn't come along every day and, even though they hadn't been friends for long, Gabriela was already feeling a strong kinship with the blonde.

Gabriela chuckled softly and nodded. "Yeah, we are." Their budding friendship still didn't mean Liz had been obligated to go the extra mile. But that she did warmed Gabriela's heart. "Oh, but that's fine." She replied with a smile. "I don't mind hugs. I have a habit of jumping on people when I get excited so, be on the lookout for that." Generally her bad habit wasn't looked upon as a problem. After all, Gabriela was a very small girl so her jumping on someone rarely knocked them over. It didn't hurt that she happened to be tiny and adorable.

"Okay, so, I'm warning you now." Gabriela said as she glanced down while kicking the flats off her feet. She was clean and didn't want to get her shoes on Liz's bed. "I'm going to be drinking straight from the bottle here, so you'll have to contend with Drunk Gabriela here pretty soon." She snickered a little as she went to join Liz on her bed. There was maybe two drink left from the beer bottle and Gabriela had every intention on diving into the ice cream and the rum as soon as it was finished.

[Elizabeth Edison]

The blonde was never aware of how and what people felt when she attacked them with a hug but she did feel the temperature rising just slightly. She ignored it and continued to hug the other girl.

Gabriela's reassurance was met with a wide smile. Although part of the blonde was quick to want to remind the brunette that even if she wasn't okay with it, Elizabeth was still going to do it anyway. She was just 'that girl'. "Wouldn't have it any other way." The pyrokinetic nodded.

The warning caused Elizabeth to laugh and nod. "That's the whole point of tonight. Get wasted, scare ourselves shitless and stuff ourselves with junk food." She nodded before pressing play on her laptop, leaning back and staying close to Gabriela with the tub of ice cream in her hand.

[Gabriela Moreau]

Well, it seemed as though it was now or never. Gabriela had a decision to make. She would have to get rid of the rest of the beer in her hand now or run the risk of it going to waste. Yes, she actually had an internal monologue on what to do. With a deep breath she lifted the bottle to her lips and tilted back. She was able to get the remainder of the alcohol into her stomach but she sputtered and coughed a little once she was finally able to pull the bottle away. "Oh, you better like it that way." She croaked, her face turning a deeper shade of crimson as she coughed again. "'Cause you know we're doing this, like, regularly, right?" She couldn't help but laugh at herself and the ridiculous sight she must be.

Finally rid of the beer and still feeling a bit flushed, Gabriela was now free to settle in next to Liz and the ice cream. She checked to make sure the bottle she'd brought along was well within arms' reach and turned her attention to the screen in front of her. "Wasted. Ice cream. Shitless." Gabriela gave a curt nod. "Got it."

[Elizabeth Edison]

"Oh my God, for sure. I thought you'd never ask." Elizabeth chuckled after wincing a little in amusement at her new friend's attempt to finish the bottle of beer.

As Gabriela listed what they were about to do, Elizabeth chuckled and nodded with a salute. "See you on the other side, pawdnah."

The rest of the movie was spent hiding her face and trying hard not to laugh at some of the icky things that happen and then trying hard not to vomit at some ickier stuff but she more or less survived it, but unfortunately, her ice cream didn't as she licked the last bit of it happily.

It hadn't been that scary but it had a decidedly creepy vibe to it that left Elizabeth clinging on to Gabriela sub-consciously. "Oi...that was just..."

[Gabriela Moreau]

During the course of the movie, Gabriela had frequently reached over to take hold of the plastic bottle that contained the rather potent dark alcohol she favored. The movie wasn't long, but Gabriela had already put a sold dent in the contents of the bottle by the time it ended. She giggled a little at Liz's reaction to the film, but didn't mind the closeness. Gabriela was a bit of a touchy-feely person herself. She liked human contact anyway. "That... was freaky." She said, her words already beginning to slur. "What's it called again? I need to get that one."

Gabriela, perhaps under false pretenses, had always taken pride in the amount of alcohol she could drink. Even though she was a small girl and had only recently discovered the joys of inebriation, she felt she could hold her own. This was, unfortunately, not a wholly accurate assessment. While, yes, Gabriela was indeed, capable of drinking a great deal, she could not, in any way, handle very much alcohol at all. That and her habit of losing track of how many drinks she'd had typically resulted in Gabriela getting very drunk, very quickly.

This was happened to be one of those times.

Blinking at the dark screen as the credits rolled, Gabriela rubbed at her eyes in an attempt to keep her vision from blurring. "Oh, hey." She glanced around the room a bit as a hand came up to begin petting Liz. Yes. Gabriela actually began to pet the blonde's long hair. "You have gorgeous hair." She said suddenly even though that was not at all what she had intended to say in the first place. She sighed softly, laughed at herself and leaned into Liz a bit more. The petite girl was nothing if not content.

[Elizabeth Edison]

"Nyum...aaah." Elizabeth made random noises as she slid off the bed to get to the computer, squinting to focus her sight on the title. "33AAMM?" She said, chuckling. She backed away from the laptop and crawled back up the bed, draping herself over Gabriela's lap. "We'll probably have to get back to that on you."

The blonde nuzzled the brunette's arm and sighed contentedly. Being petted made her laugh as she started acting like an actual pet, pawing at Gabriela's cheek as she rubbed the top of her head against the other girl's chin. "Yes I do."

[Gabriela Moreau]

Gabriela just sat there a little bit, petting Liz in a wholly affectionate manner, if petting could be considered as such. The petite brunette was drunk. Very, very drunk. Thankfully, Gabriela never had a problem with forgetting anything from the night before regardless of how much alcohol the tiny girl put away. This, sadly, was more than likely one of those nights where it would have been best should she not remember what had transpired.

"Sooooo." Gabriela started, a sly, yet shy and possibly even mischevious grin touching her lips. There was no way she would be as bold sober as she really didn't even know Liz as well as the night had made it seemed. "What's Beau like, you know." She was drunk and without much of the tact and reservations that she normally carried but the question was still a little beyond Gabriela's normal boundaries. "In bed." It was a simple question, yes, one normally reserved for close friends and even then, most would probably leave the question alone. But here was Gabriela, drunk with a new friend and expressing curiosity over their sex life.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Elizabeth continued to basically curl up on Gabriela's lap, her fingers tracing patterns on the brunette's soft arms. Quietly, she stared at the burn marks on Gabriela's arm, gingerly tracing the skin around them, just like she did with Beau's bullet wound.

Gabriela's question made the blonde bury her face and laugh, finding it so damn ridiculous that she found the question so funny.

"Oh...well oh...haha. We're not sleeping with each other. We sleep...with each other but we don't sleep with each other. Silly." She waved a hand at Gabriela with a giggle.

[Gabriela Moreau]

At first the soft touch of Liz's fingertips against her skin caused a faint shiver to run up Gabriela's spin. But then, she realized what the blonde was tracing and her hand pulled back, away from Liz's touch. It hovered for just a moment as Gabriela's gaze shifted down to the burn scars that littered her fingers, hands, and arms. She frowned, but Liz didn't seem taken aback by them. Hesitantly, Gabriela's arm slowly went back to its former position. She was just so at ease around Liz and the alcohol she'd consumed didn't hurt either.

"Wait." Gabriela's brows scrunched up as Liz answered. She couldn't really figure that one out, at least not at the moment. "What? You two aren't?" Her head tilted as she looked down to Liz. Much as the blonde's finger began to trace along the scarring of Gabriela's hand and arm, Gabriela's fingers started steadily running through Liz's hair. "How can you go that long and then not totally jump the shit out of him when you end up together?" Gabriela was well aware the relationship between Beau and Liz was far more than physical, but still. Physical was a thing, right? It mattered. At least, she thought it did.

[Elizabeth Edison]

She recoiled back when Gabriela pulled her hand away from hers, a small pout curving her lips. But it wasn't long before it came back and she went back to tracing the scars. She didn't know what it was about scars that fascinated her so much but she had never seen them as ugly.

Gabriela's surprise did not surprise Elizabeth in the slightest. Oh the blonde had been wondering the exact same thing ever since they got together. Hell, she had been thinking about it way before she and Beau got together.

The fingers in her hair soon turned her body all slinky, and the blonde was practically melting under Gabriela's ministrations. "Beats me. I've tried but it's me and my hand every night." She held up both her hands and wriggled them in front of her face, laughing at how ridiculous it looked.

[Gabriela Moreau]

Yes, there was much more furrowing of brows and curious peering down to Liz. There was also more of the affectionate running of slender fingers through soft, blonde hair as Gabriela tried to come to terms with what Liz had just told her. "So you try and still end up flying solo?" Gabriela couldn't comprehend a boy their age able to turn away Liz, especially when there were obvious, strong feelings between them. "That just... doesn't seem right." Gabriela said. "Hell, I don't think I could turn you down." And she giggled at the thought.

Still, though, Gabriela continued to methodically run her fingers through Liz's hair. She almost found it therapeutic, especially when the blonde seemed to melt into her touch. Gabriela didn't even mind the attention being paid to the scarring in her arms, not so long as it was Liz offering it. "And how do you handle it?" She asked. "Beau's so..." She paused, searching for the right words that weren't too offensive seeming. But the best she could do was suck air in through her teeth. "You know." It wasn't a secret Gabriela found the object of Liz's affection attractive, what girl wouldn't? Good looking with that polite, Southern charm, even if Beau didn't remember Gabriela from around campus, she certainly knew him. "I don't know, but I'd be crawling up the wall from sheer hornyness if I where in your shoes." She giggled again.

[Elizabeth Edison]

She also found it quite weird that Beau was resisting, despite her many tries at 'seducing' him. She knew he felt the same way about her so what the deal was, she didn't know. But Elizabeth was nothing if not patient. She wasn't going to put pressure on Beau if he wasn't ready.

It was just weird that she was the one who wanted to put the pressure.

"Augh, you cutie. Not everyone is built like us I guess." She reached one hand up to blindly pinch Gabriela's cheek, ending up poking her lips and nose in the process.

Gabriela's 'description' of Beau made Elizabeth giggle before she realised that this was another person talking about her boyfriend. Something akin to jealousy rose in the blonde before it was diffused by the sheer hilarity of her next remark.

Snort-giggling her way through her answer, Elizabeth had to sit up so her stomach wouldn't hurt as much as she laughed.

"Why do you think I'm in so many clubs?" She asked, wiping the corners of her eyes as tears started to leak out from all the laughing.