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Who: Anyone!
What: It's a Wine Tasting at the Lux
When: Saturday Evening
Where: The Lux.
Sugarplum Fairies: PLENTY.
Notes: ANYONE is welcome. Prose or brackets. I'm just having Katherine start it off, but feel free to have your very own thread. This is a party-post of sorts. It's at the Lux and there are plenty of wines and platters of small bits of food that are meant to accentuate the flavor of the wine. Cheese, Chocolate, Fruits... etc.

The Lux isn't Katherine's first choice of social locations, but it does have the luxury of being somewhere that has been deemed as off-limits for the Salvatore brothers. She'd put the math together through the journals and from over-hearing conversations of employees and the ghosts. Such gossips. She'd already resolved to go to that Speed Dating thing, just trying to make some effort to figure out just who all was in this place and just how vulnerable some of them were.

For the moment, she's milling through the crowd, glass in hand, and keeping an eye on everyone. She's fully capable of slipping by most of them undetected. Knowing that her speed would easily put her out of anyone's line of sight if she didn't want to be seen. Tonight though, she wasn't planning on shying away from too many of them.

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"I understand why the consumption of alcohol is fun," he goes onto say. "But my tolerance is above that of a normal human." He didn't think she'd win.

Faith nods, "Yeah? How above normal human are you talking?"

His shoulders tense some, "I'm an angel of God."

She laughs, then she realizes he's serious.

"Damn. That's some official business."

He nods once, "I hadn't expected to be called here," and that much was true. "But given that time halts... I suppose, things aren't so bad."

"Hey, could be worse, right?" She nudges her elbow to him, not even noticing the threat of a fairy getting closer to them.

"Yes, it could be," he responds sagely before taking another sip of his wine.

Faith just smirks at him, watching him carefully. He didn't seem like an angel. Then again, vampires weren't exactly the easiest things to spot either.

Of course, as she's watching him a fairy is watching them and getting closer to them by the minute. Within a minute it's circling around them and Faith is moved to invade Castiel's personal space. Her hand reaching up into his hair and tugging his mouth down toward her own, kissing him rather soundly. She is getting her angel on... or rather she's just getting an angel on her.

He hadn't even noticed the fairy, but it was of little importance now, he was taken off guard by the kiss but with the way she'd engaged it he was more than eager to respond, his hands falling to her waist as he pushes back against her, parting his lips slightly like he'd seen on television those weeks prior.

Hey, the parting of his lips is a very nice invitation for Faith to shove her tongue into his mouth. Which she does. With enthusiasm. Her other hand, sets the wine glass down and starts to grope against the front of his shirt, twisting her fingers into the thin material as she continues to orally assault him.

[Cas stiffly moves his hands up to her hairline as they kiss, distracted with her fingers at his shirt only for a moment before he's pressing back against her again, his own tongue sliding up against hers in ways both familiar and foreign to him. He hasn't done this since Meg, and it's still strange.]

He's not the most skilled at this, but Faith more than makes up for it with her own guidance and direction. She keeps the kiss heated, not needing the actual fairy to push it along much further as she tugs him in closer to herself. If anything, she's trying to make sure that he picks up a few things from her, because why shouldn't she give him a little skill lesson. Also, that would be her knee rising up against the inseam of his pants.

His participation in the kiss falters when her knee inches past his thigh, he breaks what focus he had to switch their positions, moving to press her up against the nearest wall and bruisingly press his lips against hers again.

The reclaim of her mouth is only secondary to her feeling that solid thud of her shoulders to the wall. Faith can't help but smirk against his kiss before she pulls away, her knee inches from where she figures it should belong.

"Damn, you know for an angel of God, or whatever, you sure don't seem very holy." Clearly the effects of the fairy have worn off, but Faith isn't the type to back down.

Cas just glares at her in response and moves away from where he'd been pinning her to the wall, looking for his wine glass and not finding it. Someone else must have picked it up while they were kissing. He doesn't respond to her comment because he finds it offensive, and knows arguing would be moot, but his eyes still gravitate back toward her when his drink can't be found.

Well, she didn't mean it to be offensive, but Faith really doesn't grasp that he would be offended. If anything she figures it's just the typical response when she grinds up against a guy she just met thanks to booze and a fairy glow thing.

Not that she'll explain that.

"Didn't say it was a bad thing."

Cas nods some, not really sure what to say in response. He's trying to piece together why she kissed him to begin with. He rubs the back of his neck and shifts on his legs.

"I should go," he remarks, clearly embarrassed.

Faith feels a small bit of smug pride at effectively giving the guy the need to flee the scene. Of course, she knows she shouldn't be that proud, because she was having fun, but hey if that's really what those fairies do? She'll be definitely making sure to find them.

Castiel turns and walks away, since he can't exactly port out of her company anymore. He's flustered and not sure what to do with himself. The kiss doing things to him that he was still fairly experienced with.

That's right. Faith made Castiel's body feel all tingly. She'd be more proud if she knew just how inexperienced he really was. Claiming territory and all of that. She has a pretty interesting track record with virgins.