Out for Drinks // Banzette 

babette-the-maid:

After spending a few moments on the dance floor, all the alcohol had gone to Babette’s head. In situations like these, it didn’t help that Babette was a complete lightweight. Now being completely drunk, she wasn’t fully comprehending what was going on and the loud pounding music, the people dancing around them and the bright moving lights weren’t helping at all. If anything, it only confused her even more and blurred what was going on even more. Her hands were clutching onto Banzai’s biceps to keep herself from tripping or falling in her drunken state which was bound to happen sooner or later in the night but it helped a little that Banzai was holding her close to him.

Babette continued to sway from side to side in his arms as they continued to dance. She didn’t notice when his eyes lowered to her breasts and she didn’t notice when his hand lowered to her ass either. As his head lowered and his lips pressed against the skin of her neck, she didn’t comprehend what was going on. Instead, she moaned softly at the feeling and the pleasure it brought her, her grip tightening on him. When he lifted his head and pulled back a bit, her drunken eyes looked at him and she smiled slightly as he called her beautiful but unfortunately, that was pretty much all she heard. The music changed and the song that was now playing was even louder than the last.

He let go of her waist and held her hands and she tried to hear him the best she could. All she could make out was ‘Stay tonight. Go now. Company. Beautiful girls. Alone. You say.’ She had no idea what he was talking about or what he was trying to say but he looked like he was waiting for an answer so she nodded her head with a smile, “Sounds great! Let’s do it.” She looked around and tried to figure out what to do next but instead she looked back at him, “Lead the way.” As they made their way out, she tripped about three times but was able to catch herself every time, mainly because she was still holding onto Banzai.

Banzai was not the sort of person to support someone drunk and stumbling, regardless of whether they were friends or strangers. Hell, his own siblings could be choking on their own vomit and he wouldn’t make the effort to help them. It just wasn’t what he did. On this night, though, he kept his arm firmly around Babette’s waist and propped her up every time she lost her footing, gritting his teeth through it all. Get her drunk, he had said. She won’t be able to resist you, he had said. He was a fucking idiot. Being drunk brought consequences that he’d oh-so-conveniently forgotten about. The only thing that made up for this was the sex he’d be getting once they finally got back to his room.

Still holding on to her tightly, partly to make sure she couldn’t run away on him, Banzai used his free hand to call the lift down; luckily for them, it was already on the first floor. Ushering Babette into the elevator and letting the doors close in some other sucker’s face, he lowered his lips to her neck again, planting gentle kisses along it. From his own experience, that tended to set people off, get them in the mood for sex and he wanted to be able to get right into it the second they stepped into his room.

A ding signaled that they’d arrived at the appropriate floor, and Banzai removed the arm from around her waist, tightly gripping her hand instead to lead her to his room. It wasn’t far; surely, she could keep herself steady until they reached it. Reaching into his pocket to pull out his room key, he fumbled with it before the door finally unlocked. Pushing it open with his foot, he graciously allowed Babette to go in first before closing the door behind them, hearing the lock snick back into place. Alone at last.

Smiling at her, he moved closer and wrapped his arms around her once more, tighter than he had earlier in the night. The trap had been set, and the prey was caught - now, he could have his way with her. His hand slowly lowered to her ass and gave it a rough squeeze, his smile quickly turning into a grin. He bent down, closer to her ear, hand still clutching at her ass, and he whispered three words that would either make or break the night.

“Fuck me, Babette.”

Out for Drinks // Banzette 

babette-the-maid:

Babette frowned slightly as Banzai laughed at her obvious discomfort when she had taken that drink of the whiskey. She felt slightly embarrassed and her cheeks reddened a bit, her hazel eyes dropping and looking down at her lap until he began speaking of how the best drinkers could hold it and she suddenly wanted to redeem herself. She picked her drink back up and shook her head, “Non. I can handle it. I just wasn’t expecting it to be as strong as it is.” She lifted the glass to her lips and downed the rest of it in one gulp, the burning in her throat causing her eyes to water a bit.

For a moment, Babette’s mind drifted to Charming and how different he and Banzai were. Charming would have never laughed at her discomfort. He would have apologized for even getting her that drink and he would offer to get her something else and he would probably feel horrible. Banzai, however, didn’t seem to care. He found it completely amusing. She would have been spending tonight with Charming but she wanted to go out with someone new and have harmless fun. She had no idea that when she showed up for this thing, that the rest of the night would completely change everything.

Her attention was brought back to him when he told her she didn’t sound silly and she smiled at him. When their second round of drinks were slammed down onto the bar next to them, she jumped slightly in surprise but didn’t hesitate to pick it up and throw the drink back down her throat, swallowing every last drop in one gulp. It burned like a fire in her throat and she wanted to cough but she refused to let it happen and be laughed at yet again. She took a deep breath and listened to him as he spoke about not exactly being into the whole romance thing like she was. When he was done, she smirked slightly, “We already are having a good time aren’t we?”

She could feel herself already getting lightheaded. She was in the pre-drunken state that most people called ‘tipsy’ and one more full glass of whiskey would be enough to put her over the edge and get her completely drunk.

When he asked her to dance with him, she couldn’t help but be a bit surprised. She didn’t expect him to be the dancing type but she nodded her head anyway and got off the bar stool, stumbling slightly as she did but then recomposed herself, “I think a dance would be nice.” She held her hand out to him and then headed out to the dance floor with him, her mind becoming fuzzy and hazed.

Banzai pressed Babette’s body close to his as they danced, swaying on the spot underneath the lights of the club. One of his arms was curled loosely around her waist, holding her against him as he wound his fingers into her hair with his other hand, smirking down at her. False emotion flickered in his eyes as he gazed down at the girl who was essentially his prey, winding one strand of her hair around his finger. She’d look nice with curled hair in his opinion - to be honest, she’d look nice with any hair. His attention wouldn’t be on her face for long anyway. Long hair would obscure her breasts, though; keeping it short and simple would give him the best look at her body.

The arm around her waist slowly loosened as his hand inched ever lower, towards Babette’s ass, until his fingers began to brush at it. Lowering his head, he gently pressed his lips to her neck and kissed her softly, inching his way up her neck and then pulling away. He wanted to kiss her lips, but that might give away the game and he didn’t want to frighten her off by moving too quickly. They were still swaying on the dance floor, but he had moved back slightly just in case his anatomy gave away his purpose.

“You’re beautiful, Babette,” he murmured as he lowered his head, lips brushing her ear. “You truly are. I like you, y’know. And a beautiful girl like you needs a man,”

Straightening up, he let go of her waist and pulled his hands from her hair, gently clasping her hands and staring intently in her eyes.

“You should stay with me tonight. After all this - or we could go now. Keep me company tonight, Babette. Beautiful girls shouldn’t be alone. What do you say?”

His eyes bored into hers as he waited on the answer and his grip on her hands tightened as he mentally urged her to go to his bed with him there and then - but already, he was trying to figure out how to ditch her if she said no.

Out for Drinks // Banzette 

babette-the-maid:

Babette smiled as his hand rested on top of hers. His skin was more on the rough side, definitely not as soft as hers. She watched as he ordered them their drinks, not knowing what he had ordered even though she was right there next to him. She had heard what he ordered but she didn’t know what it was. When their drinks were delivered, she picked hers up after it was given to her by Banzai. She lifted the glass to her lips and the smell of it made her cringe slightly. She gulped and brought the glass to her lips, taking a large gulp but not being able to down all of it in one like he did. As soon as it hit her tongue, it burned but she swallowed it anyway. It burned her throat the whole way down and she used her free hand to cover her mouth as she coughed.

After a moment of coughing, she set the glass down on the bar and fanned her face with her hand as her eyes watered, “Mon Dieu, what was that? It was so strong!” She coughed a few more times before turning to the stage when the music changed. The music it changed to pleased her. She liked sexy and sultry things. She returned her attention to him and smiled, “What have I been doing? I’ve been going out on dates with different men, trying to see the island and working. There really isn’t much about me that I know or remember. I do know that I am quite the romantic. I’m a sucker for love and such.” A blush flourished upon her cheeks and she looked away for a moment, “I must sound silly.” She shrugged her shoulders and grabbed her glass again and attempted to take a few small sips here and there. However, every time she swallowed, it burned her throat on the way down.

Banzai couldn’t help but laugh as Babette coughed and spluttered after gulping down her drink - yes, it was cruel to laugh at her, but he couldn’t help it, she just looked so amusing.

“Whiskey,” he replied, looking incredibly bemused. “It’s supposed to be that strong. If you want to go for something a little less strong, just say, but I think whiskey is the best stuff. All the best drinkers can hold it,”

He was trying to egg her on, to persuade her into drinking the harder liquor as subtly as he could and as of yet, he had no idea how effective this was. Still, if all else failed, he could simply just spill a bit of his drink into hers and slowly spike her until her libido was high enough for him to satisfy. To put it like something from a bad romance novel, she looked ravishing in her dress and he couldn’t wait to get her out of it to see what she looked like underneath. Mentally saying a prayer that she wasn’t wearing a push-up bra, he turned around to fully face her and pretend to pay attention.

So, she liked mushy stuff? Well, as much as he despised it, he could easily ramp up the romance to get what he liked. Was he a sexual predator? Most likely, and he was scarily good at getting what he wanted. Waving down the bartender and signaling for another two whiskeys, he smiled as a red flush spread across her cheeks, matching the deep colour of her hair.

“You don’t sound silly at all,” he lied, his false smile looking almost genuine as he smiled over at her as she sipped the remains of her whiskey. The bartender slammed their glasses onto the sticky counter and he pushed the second one towards her as he downed his own, wincing a little at the sharp taste before returning to the conversation.

“I’m not too big into the romance thing myself, but I know how to be fluffy and all that and show a girl a good time. Wine and dine her, give her roses and cuddles and kisses and romantic dinners. Watch chick-flicks with wine and such, all that jazz. I could show you a good time if you really wanted me to,”

The innuendo underneath his words was only hinted at by the look that briefly flashed into his eyes, a dark snd seductive look that spoke of both pleasure and pain to come - which one would be given more was not said. Taking another swig of his drink, he held out his hand.

“Dance with me,” he said, voice low and seductive to match the music. “And tell me what I can do to make you happy tonight - maybe it’ll be the same thing that’ll keep me happy,”

miss-sawyer:

Why can I relate to this fully?

Does this have to do with my past?

A lot of people on this island can relate to that fully. Trust me, sweetheart.

Out for Drinks // Banzette 

babette-the-maid:

Babette waited patiently for Banzai to get there. A few people walked in and out of the bar and some came into the Inn and went to the elevator to go home. Her hazel eyes looked around as she waited, crossing her arms across her chest to cover the cleavage that was revealed due to her shirt from the few drunk men that stumbled out of the bar. Babette wasn’t much of a drinker but she figured a few drinks wouldn’t hurt. 

Suddenly, she heard a rather seductive toned voice come from behind her. She turned to see Banzai rather dressed up and she couldn’t help but smile, quite impressed with how he looked, “Wow Banzai. Don’t you look handsome.” She smiled and hooked her arm around his after he offered it to her. She nodded her head at him and began walking with him, heading down the stairs and into the Burlesque Club and Bar beneath the Inn, “You want to hear about me? Well. What a gentleman.”

A playful smirk played upon her lips as they entered the club. A show was going on and the club was almost completely full. There was a woman on the stage singing a fast and upbeat song and it put a bit of a spring in Babette’s step as she and her ‘date’ made their way over to the bar. Once they arrived at the bar, she got on one of the bar stools and tore her attention from the stage long enough to look back at him sitting beside her, “I’m not much of a drinker so I don’t know what’s good to drink. I’ll have whatever you have if that’s alright ma cher.” She smiled and leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek and placing a hand on his thigh.

The heat was rapidly approaching immense inside the packed club, a woman with a sultry voice standing on stage and singing her heart out to something incredibly happy and upbeat - ugh. They could never have sex music on when you were on a date, could they? Planting himself on a bar stool and facing away from the broad on the stage Banzai couldn’t help but grin as Babette kissed him lightly on the cheek and placed her hand on his thigh; now, if she could sit like that all night…

Placing his hand over hers for a minute, he waved over the bartender and ordered two glasses of whiskey - if he started with the hard stuff, it would be so much easier to get her drunk. Sliding her glass towards her, he tipped his head back and downed his own. For all his alcohol tolerance, whiskey still burned it’s way down his throat and made his eyes water a little. Still, he got it all down in one go and coughed into his hand for a minute before ordering another one. Even if he didn’t land between Babette’s legs, he intended to get drunk and have a good time.

The woman onstage had finished her song, and people were applauding even as the band launched into something a little slower, a little more … well, sexy, if you could classify it as that. Perfect - this was music that he could flirt to.

“So, Babette,” he said, turning to her again. “You still haven’t told me about yourself. What have you been doing since you got to this place?”

Out for Drinks // Banzette 

babette-the-maid:

A few days before, Babette had met a very interesting and rather attractive man. His name was Banzai. He seemed to be a very smooth sort of man so when he asked her out for drinks, she agreed to go with him. They were to meet each other on Friday at 9 o’clock at night. It was Friday and now Babette was looking forward to her night with this new man.

It was almost 8 so Babette had to start getting ready for her ‘date’ with Banzai. She had been cleaning up her house most of the day and doing a few errands around the island all day. Once everything was done and settled, she made her way into the bathroom and undressed and got into the shower, turning on the warm water. She cleaned herself and washed her hair and rinsed off. Once she was done, she turned off the water and got out and dried herself off. After wrapping the towel around her, she walked over to the sink, plugged in her hair dryer and started drying her dark red hair. Once her hair was dry, she unplugged the dryer and put it away then quickly brushed her teeth.

Off to her bedroom she went. She looked through her drawers to find something to wear. After scanning through her clothes, she decided upon a black mini skirt and a black, low-cut tank top. Once she had her clothes picked out, she pulled on panties and a black and red bra. Then she pulled on her skirt and then her top, adjusting it just right. She then grabbed her black work heels and slipped them on. She loved her work heels and wore them all the time. Finally, she was dressed. She made her way back into the bathroom and brushed her hair and put on a bit of eyeliner and some red lipstick with a bit of cherry flavored and scented lip gloss over it to make her lips shine. Once that was done, it was almost 9. She sprayed on some sweet smelling perfume and was out the door. Since she lived on the first floor, all she had to do was walk out of her suite and she was pretty much there. She made her way into the lobby and stood there, waiting for Banzai.

For all that he had spent the last few weeks drinking and stuck in his room watching movies, Banzai still knew how to pull. Life on this island was utterly boring, and driving him up the wall and really, he should have known that locking himself in his suite wouldn’t fix that. He was suffering from creative drought and was getting bored of the feeling of a hand around his dick, especially his own hand. The one thing that had come out of the ordeal that was good was his chance to creep on the staff, especially a certain red-headed maid. And now he had managed to land a - well, it wasn’t really a date, was it? It was just the two of them getting smashed, and him hopefully getting something out of it other than a second date.

He didn’t prep much for it - a quick shower and shave, deodorant and his clothes that looked least wrinkled. At least, that was the first attempt to get ready. His outfit didn’t exactly look like it was going to make an impression on her, at least not a big enough one that’d get her into his bed, and so he hauled the clothes off him and left them in a crumpled heap on the floor, standing with his hands on his hips and just in his boxers as he scanned through his wardrobe, looking for something that’d have Babette falling all over him.

He eventually descended the stairs to the lobby dressed in smart dark trousers and a white shirt with a black tie and blazer - not quite casual, but so smart that he looked stuck up. As if he could, with his hair spiked up and all over the place, looking like he’d just tumbled out of bed. At least it was freshly washed and soft to the touch, in his own opinion. His eyes scanned the lobby for Babette and he smirked when he spotted the redhead and casually strolled over to her, hands in his blazer pockets.

“Evening,” he said seductively as he tipped his head towards her, giving her an appreciative look as his eyes scanned up and down her body, drinking in the sight of her cleavage and her long legs, before offering her an arm.

“Shall we, then? I’ll buy you a drink, and you can tell me all about yourself,” he said smoothly, fully intending on putting more alcohol than necessary in - he was hungry for sex, and fully intended on sating his appetite for it tonight with this fucking gorgeous girl. Still smirking at her, he waited for her to take the proffered arm so they could get down to business.

hellolust:

His costumes, sometimes… he’s a riot.

Guys, I got drunk last night watching Sucker Punch and now I’m Baby Doll. LOVE ME~! still drunk what are you talking about