For a second, the world around him blurred. "Oh boy, way to much Vodka." Gabrie shook his head in a drunken haze trying to balance his staggering steps at the same time. All about him, a party was taking place next to the Mediterranean sea on a day celebrating a topic he cherished ever so much. The thought of sweet little virgins. A smile crept over his pale, ghostly face and shone through his long blue hair as he watched the little angels around him prepare for the festival. About a yard away was a short, pale little girl having trouble with the petals in her hair. Her hair was long, black as night itself and her eyes were big, the color of gold and innocent; she was Cyreina II Vansliv'ring. Trying to help her was his boss. The busty, dangerous Russian bondage Queen of the angel circlet. Long, raven hair and almost dead, lavender eyes. Surrian, the angel of insanity and quite the little fetish. Not to far away from them was a pretty, elegant girl. Her hair was a soft, light brown that matched the bark of the black cherry trees and eyes vivid blue eyes that burned with compassion; she was Relena Peacecraft. Standing near her, with a somewhat cheerful smile was another young lady by the name of Kagome. Her hair was as black as the Russianettes, but slightly shorter and her eyes were the color of the Caribbean sea. So far, that had been all of the female virgins. But two had decided to stray from the male herd and flaunt their innocence in embarrassment. Both blondes, one somewhat on the short and fiery side, the other more the innocent, adorable type that really had VIRGIN stamped on his forehead. Gabrie chuckled, eyeing the taller one from head to toe. "Ooh, me likey." "Very nice, indeed," his brother, Sabrie, purred as he joined him. They were twins...bisexual, blue haired, poltergeist twins who didn't much care that they were related. "I want him," Sabrie murmured dreamily, gazing at Alphonse in interest. "Nuh uh! I call dibs on the tall, little blonde!" "No way! You always get the blondes, Gabrie! That's not fair!" They went back and forth viciously, digging up insults from yo' mamma's to fat jokes and to the grave and back. After a while, a blonde guy with a long ass braid, sparkling blue eyes and a cowboy attitude came striding cockily over to him, "Hey 'fellas. Are y'all having a problem here?" Sabrie muttered the banjo tune under his breath while Gabrie just smiled politely at the man who called himself Pistol, "No, no. Nothing's wrong, we got it handled." He chuckled lightly, took a swig of his drink than smacked Sabrie a good one. "Hey!" "My hearing is pretty good, jack ass," he muttered. As he turned away, a big ass smile came to his face, "Hey, Ed! Roy! Come here." He had to run across the field to get Ed, than had to drag him back and capture Roy, "Hey, Aubrey! You got competition in the sciences, you British bastard!" Next to Surrian, like he almost always was (like Quatre with Trowa) Aubrey turned, flipped him off than went right back to what he was doing; perving on the Russian chicks. He was a white haired, Goth, Brit seraph. His hair was shoulder length and fell about in wild, white spikes tipped with black at the end whilst his eyes remained silver and shrouded by the eye glasses he wore. Pistol tossed his head back and laughed. Nothing ever really got to him. Not even the grumbling fire alchemist he had on one side and the bitching full metal on the other. Hawkeye, a fiery blonde woman, just shook her head at his immaturity and went back to shining her gun. "When is he going to get here," Aubrey muttered to Surrian, scratching note after note down in a hurry. "Eh? How am I supposed to now. What do I look like, a damned an-...never mind." Aubrey mumbled a few British obscenities, than strode over to a tall man with short, red hair and a cocky smirk. "Evening, traize. Seducing your drink or are you too busy with the little fly buzzing about your head?" The red head quirked his eyebrow, smirk broadening, "Why? You want a shot at me?" Gabrie and Sabrie would have probably jumped him if Surrian hadn't bent down to retrieve something at the last minute. "Oh, fucking Hell! Quick! I'll jump the red head, you jump the Russian! Go, brother! Go!" Traize was smart enough to side step but Surrian...well, she didn't up quite as lucky. "Damnit, Sabrie!" "I can't help it! I love boobies!" Upon an instant, Aubrey was there dragging Sabrie away. "None of that, now. You know tackling Surrian is like poking a nuclear warhead with a stick of dynamite so cut it out." "Aw, Aubrey are you just sad you can't jump the Russian too?" He got a look as cold as Antarctica itself. Out of the corner of his eye, Aubrey saw Pistol strut right over to the bashful little Cyreina, laugh and give her a big slap on the back playfully. She cried out and went stumbling into a man. A tall, dark looking man with wild, reddish auburn hair that fell to his shoulders in displaced spikes. His name was Seth. Seth heard her cry and half turned in time to catch her. He didn't really catch her but his body held hers up as though it were nothing. Cyreina whimpered and slowly turned her face up in time to catch a glimpse of his eyes. Green; like ivy lit in an unholy fire. All she got was that glimpse before the top hat he wore went toppling to the ground. As it did his full face was revealed; lean, toned and stern. He looked near perfect...than again, Seth was a dark angel. Before she could stutter an apology or even blush, his left arm encircled her. With two, slender fingers he tilted her chin up and forced her to meet his gaze. Every inch of his chest leaned into her, his eyes never left hers or even shifted in emotion. Cyreina made a small squeak as his breath slipped past her lips and into her mouth. It was cold, almost frosty. She randomly noticed he smelled like black roses. Right when she was about to just kiss him, a slow, somewhat evil smirk crossed his face. "You should be more careful next time." He chuckled quietly at her confused expression than bent to retrieve his hat. After planting it squarely on his head, he smirked again than strode off. "That little son of a bitch is so late," Kagome grumbled. Godamn, fucking detective, little ghost sucking son of a bitch, demon loving...her thoughts went on for a while in that manner. "Nice to see you too," Yusuke griped, throwing an arm around her shoulders with a devilish smirk. Needless to say he got a swift kick to the shins. "You're late, you jack ass!" Kagome threw her hands up, resuming her ever so pleasant thoughts about how she felt towards a certain detective.