The alchemist was slightly worried about being last on her list but strode right on up anyways.
Surrian gave him a devilish grin, "Ah, my little alchemist. So good to see you."
A few of his hairs popped up instantly, "I am not short, you know what! Your short! Ha, doesn't feel good to hear that, does it you damned, Russian psychopathic little..."
Halfway through his rant she grabbed him and kissed him, still laughing about being called short. Some people could get away with it...and some couldn't.
"Alright, my dears! We are done for the night so makes yourselves comfortable on my island. Until than."
With that and a simple chuckle, she strode off and got lost in the crowds.
Traize casually swept over to Seth, lightly laughing, "You looked like you enjoyed that."
"Can't say I didn't," the other man muttered, slowly sipping his drink thoughtfully.
For a second, Traize just chuckled and sipped his own drink, curious as to how the taste of wine and Russian went together so well.
"I must say, you have...interesting tastes, Seth."
Seth snorted a bit, "At least I'm not trying to play the role of knight in shining armor, trying to win a princess over."
The commander laughed so hard his sides hurt, "Damn! If I were to go after her I would have to fight my way past a fire breathing dragon, namely Kagome."
They both laughed again.
Kagome gave them a dirty look as she stormed by, searching for her next little toy to piss off an already pissed demon.
Pistol had had his feet kicked up on a rock but when Kagome swooped down on him, he fell off of it and went crashing to the ground, cowboy hat getting stolen.
"Come dance with me," she giggled, planting his hat on her head and wiggling her way to the dance area.
The cowboy opened his mouth, shut it, rubbed his head and swore, than stood obediently and followed like a dog.
Hawkeye looked up in surprise, "Where are you going! I'm not done with you yet!"
"Sorry," he whined helplessly, " she has my hat!"
They were more like siblings than anything but oh well. Anything to make Yusuke suffer.
Cyreina watched all of this, ideas beginning to form in her head.
Without thinking about it again, she ran over, grabbed Seth's hat and ran off to hide behind Kagome.
"Hey-!"
Traize roared with laughter, face turning nearly blue he was laughing so hard.
He didn't laugh for long, considering Relena grabbed his rose from his front pocket and ran off, laughing to join the rest of the girls.
"Hey! That's not funny," he whined.
When Pistol got within two feet of Kagome, she laughed mercilessly and tossed hat to Hawkeye.
"Aw, y'all suck," he groaned, joining the guys helplessly.
Surrian watched all this and noticed Alphonse was left in a corner, by himself, looking nervously at the floor.
Shaking her head, she muttered only, "That won't do..."
Before anyone had blinked, she had handed the poor little blonde boy to Kagome, "Go ahead and play with him."
Alphonse flushed a deep red, "U-Um...Ms. Surrian?..."
As she went back to her oversized, hot pink fluff chair, Aubrey caught her arm for a moment.
Their eyes met. "Dance?"
Frowning, she shook her head, "No thanks"
Aubrey's gaze grew fierce, "I wasn't asking."
She blushed for a second than returned his cold look, "I said, no thank you. Excuse me."
Tugging away, she whirled around and strode off from him haughtily.
"Bitch," he grumbled, storming off.
By this time the girls had dragged Edward out on to the dance floor. Poor, poor little blondes...
The brim to Seth's top hat kept falling over Cyreina's eyes, making everyone laugh on the dance floor.
However, the males left to stand by and watch were not so much amused as tempted.
Pistol felt almost fluttery as he watched Hawkeye dance about in his hat. She made a gun with her finger and thumb and pretended to shoot it at him with a wink.
"Aw, Hell...," he whined, slumping down to the ground weakly.
Relena traced the petals to Traize's rose over her lips as she danced seductively.
Traize himself tried to laugh it off and pretend it wasn't affecting him. None the less, his gut still tightened and his heart felt as though it had been tied to a roller coaster and was taking the highest plunge the ride could offer.
Roy scanned the dancing people, smirk growing, "My, my. Such a tease."
Gabrie and Sabrie had their eyes caught on Alphonse, who was so embarrassed it looked as though his face was permanently red.
"I think you know what this means, Gabrie."
"Oh?"
"That's right. Tag team, seduction!"
Yusuke felt himself grow angrier as Kagome danced by with Ed, laughing in his face. "Damn, fucking priestess, pure my ass, what a load of bullshit, arrow loving, puppy scrounging, dog screwing little...bah!"
Seth felt the playfulness leave him suddenly. It seemed to grow into something deeper.
At first he thought it was just full blown lust. That the little, shy girl was trying to taunt him and succeeding.
Though the others on the dance floor had become nothing but shadowy, uninteresting figures he knew it was still just lust. There was nothing else it could be.
Or was there?...
Hawkeye laughed and called, "How you holding out there, cowboy? Having fun?"
"Leave me alone," he mumbled, laying on his back and trying to calm himself for a moment.
Without warning, her face appeared standing over him, still wearing his damned hat!
She smiled evilly, "Well, well, well. Looks like I done and went wrangled me a fine little cow poke, wouldn't you say so Traize?"
Traize chuckled, "Oh my yes, Hawkeye. Try not to ride him too hard."
"But what fun would that be?"
Traize truly laughed at the helpless noise Pistol made as Hawkeye grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him off to the dance floor. "Aw' c'mon...you don't want me, I'm just the cowboy," he protested as she yanked him to his feet.
"I have a thing for cute, little blonde cowboys," she purred, smiling evilly at him.
"Well, Ed and Alphonse are blonde!"
"I like cowboys, remember?"
"...Shit."
Pistol groaned in surprise as she wrapped her arms around his neck and let her body writhe against his in the loud, pounding music.
"S-Shoot, m'am...I'm gonna have to kiss you if you don't stop."
Hawkeye giggled and bit at his neck playfully. "Call me m'am again. It's cute."
The cowboy gulped as she tugged his face closer and licked at his ear lobe, "Yes m-m'am..."
Ed stumbled over from the dance floor, breathing hard from dancing. "Mustang, you're damned lieutenant is seducing the cowboy."
Roy chuckled, "She has a thing for them."
The full metal just shook his head in disgust at the man's disregard. He was thinking about going to the buffet when Roy said something a bit unnerving.
"You're quite a tease. You do know that, don't you?"
"Huh wha?"
He blushed as Roy casually tugged on his braid, "Quite the tease indeed..."
"What the Hell are you talking about, Mustang," Ed yelled, violently tugging his hair away and giving him a dirty look.
With no warning, Roy grabbed Ed and gave him a quick, playful bite on his neck and than walked away, laughing to himself.
"Oh, no he didn't," they all heard a random, black lady from nowhere say.
"Damnit, Neth!"
He laughed like a maniac and ran off before anyone could shoot him.
Edward blinked, "The elf is right! Get your ass back here, Mustang! You did so not go there! Gah, come back!"
"Why," Roy said teasingly, "would you ever want my ass back there, Edward?"
"OH NO HE DIDN'T!"
Surrian twitched as chibi Neth popped out of her hat, waving one finger insolently. "Ooh, that bitch is dead."
While the full metal was flustered, the other man tossed his head back and laughed uproariously, "I can see the full metal likes what he sees."
"Ooooh!"
"Shut up, Neth!"
"Fuck you," Ed screamed, ready to tackle him and choke him (rather, have a Kagome moment)
"Actually, I'd much rather fuck you, Edward," Roy replied quite serious for once.
Even Neth didn't have much to say on that one.
So, just for him, Surrian went, "Oooohhh!"
Seth rolled his eyes and decided for once to be a jack ass, "Oh, no he didn't!"
A random chant of "Maury, Maury!" struck up.
Alphonse was thinking of helping his brother right about the time a very sexy ghost appeared in a pose.
"Hello, there," Gabrie said seductively, "care to be possessed?"
"No, no, dear brother," Sabrie argued, joining them on Alphonse's other side, "not possessed, pile drived."
The little blonde blinked innocently, "You want to drive me somewhere?"
Neth wanted to say something but Surrian had grabbed him and was keeping him muffled with a small bit of popcorn.
"Oh, my yes. We want to drive you the very brink," Gabrie purred in his ear.
Al blinked again, "Of the island, right? Why? Is there ice cream there?"
Sabrie laughed in his other ear softly, "It's more like yogurt, really."
"You're sick! You're a sick, sick little ghost," Gabrie giggled, running his lips up Al's neck.
"Um...maybe I should ask Ms. Surrian. I don't know whether she wants me to leave or not," he said unsurely.
Both the brothers shivered, "Trust us. If we could get Ms. Surrian to join us than it'd be great, but she's a very hard little Russian to seduce."
Surrian twitched, eyes darting about nervously as though she knew someone was perving on her mentally, "Damn!"
Neth gnawed on his bit of popcorn like a wolf. Being a jack ass took a lot out of him.
"Don't worry about it," Sabrie told him, "I'll go ask Ms. Surrian for you."
Just so Al would feel more comfortable, he walked over to Surrian as he had promised.
Course, Gabrie was smart enough to keep him occupied while Sabrie got the shit smacked out of him.
"It's fine, let's go."
Alphonse's face filled with doubt, "B-But-"
"Don't worry, my little blonde. Nothing bad is going to happen..."
The Russian sitting in the big, fluffy pink chair got a cold chill suddenly. "Aw, you sons of bitches...they're seducing Alphonse!"
After the fiftieth time she danced by him, Seth had had enough.
He reached out and pulled Cyreina away from the safety of flashing lights and music, giving her a fierce look.
"My hat...if you please."
She laughed sheepishly and handed it back to him. Or almost did.
Right when he reached out for it, she pulled back and shook her head, "Sorry, not that easy."
Seth frowned and reached again, still unsuccessful, "Damnit, woman!"
Cyreina was laughing but stopped as something dug into her throat painfully. "Hey-!"
Tugging lightly, he pulled the vines of his black roses enough to make her drop his hat. "I run a circus, little girl. You can't pull tricks on a trick master."
Her sudden blush revealed a spray of freckles over her nose. They made him falter for a moment.
Again, he tugged. Until the rich thorns of his Hell plant broke her pale skin open yet again.
"I think I enjoy torturing you," he admitted softly, lightly curling the vines around his hand.
There wasn't an answer in the English language she could have given him without choking on her own tongue.
"S-Someone," she called weakly, "h-help?"
The ring master chuckled at her fear and slight discomfort, "You amuse me, little girl. You'd make an excellent toy or pet."
As if to soothe her, he let his wings slip from his back and tear through his black shirt. Their glossy, black finish shimmered in the moonlight.
Whimpering, Cyreina tried to pry his dark collar from her throat as he glided to her.
"W-Wait, I d-don't-," she tried to groan, unable to finish as he lost one hand in her long, black mane.
"Oh...I think you do. And I think you'll enjoy it as well," he chuckled into the warm, lust stricken air.
"Wine makes everything better. Wine makes everything better," he kept telling himself.
Though, with a princess dancing seductively by with his stolen rose.
Relena giggled and raised her eyebrow, as if to say, "join me?"
traize actually felt flustered for a moment but than instantly regained his cool. "Neth, appropriate time."
"Oh, no she didn't!"
Peacecraft threw her hands up in the air in frustration, than stomped off.
"Oh, dear...it would seem I have angered the lady."
Between the screams coming from the woods in a Southern accent, the mutter Russian woman, the sadistic cackling off in the forest somewhere and God knows what else...Traize believed Fate might be trying to tell him something.
"Surrian, is Fate trying to tell me something?"
She grunted, "Da. Wake up and go after her, ya jack ass."
He laughed, threw back his head as he downed the last of his wine. "Good enough for me."
Damn commander, red haired, suave son of a bitching, little no good, wine drinking, mother...
For once, Relena's thoughts were not quite as peaceful as her name might suggest.
"Oh, Relena," she heard him call innocently, "a quick word?"
"Fuck off!"
"Oh, no she didn't!"
They both heard Neth scream and run off as Surrian picked up an extremely suspicious bat and ran after him, yelling in Russian.
Traize chuckled and plucked his rose from her hand, "It's not in my nature to let something so beautiful just walk off."
"Yeah, yeah. You have your damned rose back, leave me alone," she grumbled dangerously.
Out of nowhere he grabbed her into him, still somehow managing to keep his eye on the rose. "It's beautiful, sure. But it's not something I would chase after. You on the other hand..."
"Oooooohhhhh!"