My Bloody Valentine ( Adam )

[Ceraphine Davis]

T[/size]he sounds of the club thudded out into the street each time the door opened and the bouncer let another would be party goer into the local hot spot for this evening. Kev, just like everyone else, waited in line, though when she reached the front of said line, it was no question as to whether or not she could get in. The bouncer simply smiled his friendly smile at the little female and the unhooked the rope, letting her in to consume her fill of alcohol before she snuck back home to Mischa.

She hated lying to Mischa, it made her sick to her stomach to think about the girl currently at home, waiting on her with the twins...But the voices were driving her mad, and the thought of losing control and one of the other personalities coming forth to hurt Mischa far outweighed the guilt she felt of lying.....So, dressed in a simple black dress with her hair pulled up patially and her delicate features fixed up to allow her to fit into the whole scene.....she slipped inside...

Those icy hues scanning over the crowd of people that moved and danced along to the steady techno beat the d.j currently had pumping. If it was another time, and another place....hell....just another girl....she might have found this whole place and situation fun....But as it stood....she simply shook her head, one small hand coming up to rub her temple where the steady throb of pain had already started.........

Yeah, she needed a drink, and she needed one fast.....

Pushing her way past a group of men with WAY too much cologne on, and a group of club bunnies currently eying said guys, she finally made her way to the bar, finding an empty stool to crawl up upon and sit.......Her freshly polished nails thrummed against the marble top of the bar as she waited her turn, a simple wave of her hand signalling the bartender over.....

"Evening precious....The usual?"

She simply smiled, offering a gentle nod as she scanned over him with those hypnotic eyes of hers.....She rarely said much when she came here....Just sat here, drinking her drinks until the heavy drone of the voices was nothing but a dull whisper....Then she would get up, stumble out, and try and make it home and to bed without waking up her fiance.....

Yes, she hated nights like this......and lately they were becoming more and more frequent......Sooner or later something bad was bound to happen...She honestly just did not know when.....And she could only hope that when it did, it would not envolve Mischa........

A soft sigh passing her lips as the bartender gave her the drink, and she brought it up to her lips, the steady burn of the alcohol as it entered her mouth and slid down her throat causing her to shiver just slightly.....Gods she loved the way that tasted......

Perhaps a little too much...........

Oh if she had only known where this night would lead...she would have gone home and stayed there......But now...It was too late and Kev was now in the beginning of something she woluld soon lose all control over............But at least.....she would not be alone..........

[Adam Silver]

Drunken blurs were often the most fun, exceptionally so with a character of his nature. Then again its when the fantasy wore off that one realized just how fucked up real life had been to draw one into such a stupor. Silver had started off the night busily managing a bunch of groupie "friends" you could say, he knew them for what they were, short lived and only there for him because of the tense strain of power he controlled in the present, they'd be gone soon as he stepped out into life and things started making no difference what so ever.

Even when his father busted in and kicked them out. Silver put up a fight but took his lumps, a gash to the cheek and his drunkard of a father throwing the bottle at him as sharp incisors rolled into his palms cutting the rough palms he had.

"Get the fuck out you leech!"

His words striking harshly far worse than the burning slabs of glass driven into his palms, but they gave him something to revert back upon. Fear, hunger, anger. All the things he'd grown so accustomed to, it was the life of the streets.

Rolling into the club about midnight was no unusual thing these days, especially when Malcolm Silver happened to be on a drinking spree. Adam would find himself resorting back upon those "friends" of his and when nothing fell through he'd resort to one night stands. Easy enough. It meant there'd be a bed for him, a warm body to cling to, some food maybe even if he stuck around long enough. It was a life he'd grown used to over years.

Throbbing in a dance like motion in the center, grinding up on innocent enough women who seemed so ready to lose something they didn't understand but what they'd been told through television. They were naive. And he'd sifted through them fast enough to earn his own fifty bucks. A good evening he supposed considering he'd snuck his hands through a few bras to get it. Clever trick, cop a feel and snag mulla.

Enough so that it came to the point where he'd worked up a thirst. Skulking his way to the bar he'd found the candidate for his one night trip away from it all, a rest day so to speak. Eyes scanning her, alone, looking down to say an easy mark.

"Hello beautiful, hows your evening tonight?" he'd manage to say without slurring grouping his buddies together for some work.

[Ceraphine Davis]

S[/size]he was finally starting to feel better.....Five drinks down into her system and she was feeling the numbing effects beginning to work on those pesky voices......Felt the urge to just let go slipping further and further away......

She closed her eyes....AHHHH sweet relief.....the soft hum of near silence filling her mind...It was the peace she was seeking and in just a few more drinks it would be completely quiet in her mind.....Thoughts of Mischa now seemed to flood her mind though. No longer held back by the sounds of the voices, and guilt seemed to wash over her......

Of course she was down. She was out doing the one thing she had promised she would never do......It was torture for her to break a vow to one she loved so much, but it was the only way she knew to keep Mischa and the twins safe.....

"Hello beautiful, hows your evening tonight?"[/b]

The sounds of a male voice interrupting her thoughts and causing a soft growl to escape her.....though it could not be heard over the loud pounding of the music that filled the club.....Trying to remind herself that she had to be nice.....

No fighting....No fighting....No fighting......

She would draw in a deep breath and then turn her icy hues toward the guy who had just spoken...Instantly taking in his appearance and what small bit of emotions she could gather through her slightly drunken state.....

Ah, he appeared to be just another guy looking for a one night stand, and for some reason she seemed like the girl that they all wanted a piece of. In her mind she just could not figure it out..but for whatever reason, they did.....

Forcing a smile onto her lips she would tilt her head lightly. In the past, he was just the type of guy she would have flirted with and then taken home. Just for the cheap comfort of having somebody to hold, somebody warm to press up against and forget that the world did not want her....for at least one night.....But no....Not now....She had those things and so much more waiting for her at home......So for now, she would simply be nice....as nice as she could be.....

A single small hand reaching out as her finger brushed lightly beneath the gash on his cheek, her brow raising just slightly as she spoke...

"I am doing good....Though it appears you are having a rather eventful night."

With that she withdrew her hand, and returned it to her drink, bringing it to her lips for another long savory sip.....Feeling the burn once more in her throat and relishing in the feel of it.

As her glass was set back down upon the table she would then turn to look at him once more...She could play nice to a point....But that was it.....She tried to avoid fighting at all costs...though if he pushed this whole hitting on her thing..she would sooo not put up with it.......Just had to wait and see how things went....

"Names Kevala....How about you?"

Just another attempt at niceness.....Names were always a good place to start she supposed......Though right now, she was starting feel a bit.....tipsy....so she could not be sure of much at this point.

[Adam Silver]

(ooc: still sick so pardon in advance)

Silver's calm appearance was becoming slowly dwarfed by the null sense of a drunkard. His cool swagger appearing justly the same in his own mind was now something of a collapsible dance willing to falter and crumple just as soon as he quit bobbing to and fro.

"Care to have a dance"

He managed to slur out quickly before leaning forward on the table top gesturing hand forward for a shot of whatever was sent his way. The cold shot glass fired his way and downed in a second burning his throat but by this point it felt as though it were something more of a tickle as he shrugged it off.

[Ceraphine Davis]

T[/size]hose icy hues continued to scan over him as she noted the drunkness starting to take hold of him...A little grin forming on her lips as she felt the numbness begin to deepen.....

"Care to dance."

She raised her brow, shaking her head as she threw back another shot and let out a contented little sigh....Eyes falling shut for a moment before she would again look at him....

"No thanks."

Her tone soft, even as she spoke loud enough to be heard over the music.....Honestly he was barking up the wrong tree but she was not about to say anything at the moment...Already feeling her mind start to cloud as she swayed slightly on her seat.....Clearly drunk and slowly losing her grip on things.

Had she been a normal girl, which undoubtedly this guy thought she was, this would be the point where she became easy to manipulate....perhaps a little too easy....But then, appearances were not as they seemed...At least not with this petite female.

She said nothing else, simply held her hand out and motioned for another shot....Yeah...just a few more and she could be on her way home....

(ooc: No worries!! I understand! )

[Adam Silver]

"No thanks."

No thanks? No Thanks?

Who did she think he was? Rift raft? Apparently so, though the reality was he was ADAM SILVER. Soon to be Captain of the school and soon enough the entirety of all San Diego And then the world! Of course there was more to be done than to take the waving him off to heart, rather now it came to something more ideal. His own pride was at stake.

With a quick motion he'd take the outstretched hand motioning for another shot, of course he'd explain through body language that he was simply drunk and didn't know better but ideally it'd play out to better his own selfish mindset.

"Hey baby, lemme give you a second chance." He'd pull her into his arms with a tug sending her a suggestive wink.

[Ceraphine Davis]

K[/size]evala was out of it, sure.....She was drunk, and the voices were now just a dull, muffled whisper in the back of her mind...It was heaven....But then, she felt a heated touch upon her hand, his words sounding out over the drone of the music and echoing through her drunken mind.

"Hey baby, lemme give you a second chance."

She was then tugged into his arms, feeling the heat of his body pressing up against her own as he held her drunken little form against his own....

Now this would have been the point, long ago, when she would have fallen for those words and the forcefullness of his nature...He did after all possess the attitude that she for some reason found so appealing in a man....But that was a different Kev from a different time and a different place.

Her heart, would always and forever belong to only one man...and he was not here...and this was definately not him.....But above that....she was in love with Mischa, wanted to spend her life with Mischa....and though she may have been drinking behind her back, Kev would NEVER dream of cheating on her...The thought just did not even enter her mind.....

So, she would look at him, growling softly as her eyes flashed to that crimson shade of anger. Her small hands coming up and shoving at his chest...Now, sure she may have been strong..to a point...but she was also drunk...so it was unclear if she would be able to get away from this guy or not.....but she sure as hell was going to try....

"I...dont need a second chance...I got it right the first time...I do not want to dance with you....Now get the fuck away from me. Asshole!

Shooting him a warning glare as she growled once more and slammed her foot down onto the top of his own.

[Adam Silver]

The wobbling feet were somehow coordinated regardless of the amount of booze inserted into his coherent thought process. The buckling of it all threatening to enter his bloodstream and give him an necessary filling of alcohol poisoning but then again there were worse things. Rejection of course was a very strongly implied one. Thrusting himself into a dance with the equally disrupted girl caused things to go a bit easier till receiving a rough shove combated with his eager grip would jerk him back and then forward into a subtle head butt.

"I...dont need a second chance...I got it right the first time...I do not want to dance with you....Now get the fuck away from me. Asshole!"

"Ow.... Kay."

it was okay Silver didn't need any thick headed woman, he'd just as easily encroach upon another tender victim whilst rubbing the sore spot on his head. Marching towards the booth with a steadily growing drunker redhead.

[Ceraphine Davis]

( ooc: I am supposing that now would be a good time to introduce the change in bodies and what not.....so yeah....hehe )

It had worked.....sorta....she got him off of her and on his way..which was all well and good cause honestly she was tired of his ass......A few drinks later and it was already 2 a.m.....Shit! She had to get home.....Now....

Stumbling out of the bar...she decided it best to take a cab....Mischa was going to be upset enough...let alone if she drove herself home.......So soon enough she was in the cab and on her way home.....

When she got there, the usual scolding occured before Kev would pout and eventually sneak her way into bed....She knew she was going to have to stop...but she was so scared of what would happen if the voices took over one night......

Either way, she finally slipped into her tank top and boy cut undies and crawled under the heavy comforter....Slowly inching her way toward Mischa, who was laying with her back to Kev...

It did not take long before Kev had her arm wrapped tightly about Mischa's waist, her face buried in the girls hair at the back of her head and was sleeping soundly...It was the only way she could go to sleep at night...No matter how much she had drank....To feel her fiance's body against her own and to smell the scent of her hair.....It was like a security blanket to Kev and she would remain that way....as always.....until she woke the next morning....Which tomorrow was Valentines Day and she had made a great gift for Mischa....she could hardly wait to give it to her......

~*~*~*~*~*~*The Next Morning~*~*~*~*~*~*

It had been such a strange night....such odd dreams even for her...She kept seeing images of that guy she had met at the bar....It was enough to give her a massive headache...more so than the drinking did........

Not wishing to open her eyes just yet, she realized that she had moved away from Mischa at some point...and that was not good...No, she needed that familiar scent and warmth first thing in the morning....It was what kept her grounded.....So, with a sleepy little pout she would roll over and wrap her arms about the girl's slender waist...shifting her body and sinking down so that she could bury her face once more to the girls neck, suffucing herself in Mischa's hair and scent.....

Only.........That was not the way Mischa smelled..nor was that the way her hair felt against Kevala's flesh.....Mischa was always nice and clean...her hair soft and silky first thing in the morning....This...this still had a rough feel of styling gel to is and the scent was completely off......

Instantly Kevala's eyes shot open as she looked to find herself pressed up against a very naked and barely waking up red head...who was now reaching out to her....

It took all of two seconds for Kev to shoot out of that bed....Stumbling over a pair of shoes and landing flat on her ass....Eyes full of shock as she looked at the girl......Noting the room and seeing that it was not the one she shared with her fiance but instead somebody elses house completely......

Oh gods!! What had she done!?

She had never gotten drunk enough to even consider cheating...and yet here she was with another woman......FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!

"Adam..come back to bed."

The red head spoke up softly as she wrapped herself up in a sheet......Adam? WTF!?

It was then that Kev looked down at herself....and her heart stopped, a scream escaping her...though it was a heavy male voice and not her light and delicate tone......She was not some petite female..but instead a naked man.......

Grabbing up a pair of men's pants she jerked them on and ran to the bathroom, eyes looking in the mirror to see the face of the guy she had blown off at the bar last night.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON!?

She shook her head....er..his head as she lowered her now masculine hands down to the sink, turning on the water and splashing it on her...er...his face.......

Come on! Snap out of it!!!

But when eyes went back to the mirror...nothing had changed....indeed...she was now in the body of a man...and not just any man...but one she really did not care for at the moment....

Gods what was she going to do now?!!!

[Adam Silver]

Two seconds into leaving the gal at the dance floor and he'd already forgotten about her, name, face, breasts. And he was now onto the next layer of the day, yup red head. He'd been more of a guy who went after blondes but he figured that the stepping stage he was ascending them. Brunette down, Red Head next, perhaps blonde tomorrow. A firm grin set on his features as he rubbed up against the girl with a caressing gesture.

"Hey baby, your place or mine?"

*HUGE BLACKOUT/TIMESKIP OF FORGETFUL PROPORTIONS!*

Waking up Silver felt himself satisfied, despite a firm hangover from the night before he remembered having quite the time with bimbo whatsername. Yup he was certainly the classy fellow, he didn't remember their names because he straight up didn't care.

Rolling over he felt up the....brunette? And then slowly moved to the rest room in the nude or so he'd thought wearing something rather skin tight so his attention wasn't drawn to his misplaced gear.

"Fuck Me...."

Turning around out of the room he sized up the brunette in the bed. Woman.... Turning once again he went to the mirror. Woman....

Woman + Woman + Bed = Hot
Adam Silver + Woman = Hot
Adam Silver + Woman - Not doing Woman = Ghey + OMGWTF IS WRONG?

[Ceraphine Davis]

I[/size]t had been about half an hour since Kev had woken up in the body of a guy she had met at a club last night. Honestly, what the hell was in that last shot she took?

Somehow or another, she had managed to get his clothes together and escape the grabby hands of that red head.....Her mind trying to play over the events of last night and trying to piece together what the hell had happened to end her up in a situation like this.

At first she had thought it was a dream, but cutting herself or himeself on the thigh in the bathroom had hurt the usual hurt and had bled the usual way...So this was not a dream....that was for sure.

Walking out of the apartment complex the red head lived in, Kev...if you could even call her that now, made way down the sidewalk, shuffling through the pockets of the clothes she wore until she could produce a wallet....Flipping it open, she quickly found the ID and scanned over the name. Adam Silver. Okay then....so...if she was now in the body of this Adam Silver person. Then who the hell was in h..........

She stopped dead in her manly footsteps.....a growl, much deeper than the one she was used to escaping her as the realization hit her that if she was him then by all intensive purposes he must be her....so that could onl mean one thng.....

HE WAS IN BED WITH MISCHA!!

Anger spiked in her system, though it was not that which she was accustomed to. There was something different...she just could not put her finger on it....Okay well aside from the fact that she...a tiny petite female had just woken up in bed with a random stranger, and was in the body of a guy she did not care all that much for......

Checking the street signs she noted where she was and then looked through her pockets around f9r keys.......Finally, she pulled out a set and hit the alarm button on the remote...Spotting the car as it discarmed itself.

In no time flat she was in the car and headed home...She had to get there bfore Mischa woke up. The girl would have no clue it was not Kev and if he so much as laid one finger on her, Kev was going to find a way to get him back in hsi body and then rip him limb from limb.....

Which would suck...cause then she would get in trouble for ruining the new rug Mischa had just bought for the bedroom. She could only hope that If he was indeed in her body, and if he was awake then he was as stunned as her and not thinking about touchy touchy feely grab grab with her fiance.......

[Adam Silver]

Of course being the mature and standing individual that he was Adam had to settle things within himself reasonably with a sense of reasonable responsibility . Riiiiiiight.

A small nod and he was straight on duty again. His normal activities in the body of a man would include flexing in front of the mirror and pumping up his masculinity. Yea that was fun an all but when did you get the chance to stare at a pair of gorgeous breasts eyes.

So performing several humping motions at the mirror whilst feeling himself up Adam felt satisfied with himself of course not having a purpose or any specific close ties to anyone left him as a boyish figure for most of his life, and probably why his dad treated him as such.

"Kev? Hun you alright?"

>_>

<_<

A quick panicked look as Adam stumbled over himself in the bathroom coming unto his hand quickly a sheepish smile about him. Giggling softly in the feminine voice feeling the strain of thoughts rush to his head. Damn he felt..... probably just a bit hungover still.

"Yea... s'alright."

"Cuz you were a bit off last night I mean it's the first time I didn't get anything in return... and it only really lasted like what.... ten minutes?"

!?!?

The sheepish smile disappeared...

[Ceraphine Davis]

(ooc: LOLOLOL)

H[/size]onestly she did not know what to do anymore...Here she was stuck in some guy's body, and having that sneaky feeling that he was in hers...which meant he was with Mischa...which meant that he probably......

Oh no....she was sooo not going to think about that. Because that meant she had been with the red head....and that honestly made her stomach turn....But seriously...if he laid one hand one Mischa she was going to tear his head off......No...she was going to to torture this body like there was no tomorrow...then when he got it back...it would be useless.....

Or....she could ..wait.........She stopped in her plotting on what to do to this guy once she found him...er...herself...or whatever......listening in her mind for those voices........Yet nothing....

Come on guys! Now is not the time to play the quiet game! Help me think!

Still nothing, not even a stir.....okay, that was strange.....Turning down another street, she heard a cell phone start to go off....her brow raising as she pulled it free of her jacket pocket and looked at the caller ID......Not like she would actually know who it was....but it was just a force of habit.......AAAAANNNNND of course it was an unknown number.......Rolliing her eyes she dropped the phone into the console......

Just letting it continue to ring as she turned on the radio....Gah! What the fuck was this shit! The music pounding out of the speakers enough to make her actually twitch before she turned off the radio and grumbled lightly to herself.....feeling her fingers twist and move in search of that engagement ring she had bought for herself to match Mischa's.........finding the spot of course emtpy and causing her to whimper lightly...which came out sounding just a bit strange given the male vioce she currently held......

GODS!!! She had to get home.....fast!

[Adam Silver]

Albeit the missed opportunities and forgotten memories from the night before Adam had been a bit tipsy for, that was it he was drunk, this was all a happenstance dream. Laughing to himself in that girly voice he'd been gifted with.

'Maybe if you smash your head hard enough things'll work out...'

'You think so?'

'No that'd hurt'

A wry grin set in place on Adam's face with a strangely curious grin. WAlking much like a zombie towards the wall there was a vase. A dark chuckle and almost meniacal look about him made it much more scary.

An elongated arm snatched it up ferociously then slammed it against his face.

*Smash*

"OWW FUUUUUUU!!!!!"

Adam keeled over grasping his forehead as the dangling strands of hair dropped over his face concealing the throbbing pain of his forehead.

'that hurt!'

'kekekekkekeke'

'told'ya so........'

[Ceraphine Davis]

She could not get the thought out of her mind about what had happened last night, but more so than that, the voices were gone...and it scared her...Where the hell were they? They were her reasoning...her voices that told her the difference between right and wrong....

A little growl as she finally pulled into the drive. Now to handle this business....Though she would have to be careful about the whole thing. This was a very touchy moment and Mischa would not understand...Not at all.....

So she moved to the door and rang the bell....Somebody..preferably the guy in her body would answer the door.....They had to........HE BETTER NOT HAVE TOUCHED HER!!!

Gah!!!!

She drew in a deep breath and tried to steady her hands..dont hit yourself...dont hit yourself.........hit him..though would that not be hitting myself? Gah now she was talking to herself. FUCK!

Now to wait.....Or not....She grabbed the spare key and made her way inside, hearing a vase shatter she hurried up the stairs.....

Stopping at the bedroom door to see Mischa..in just a sheet....sound asleep.....curled around Kev's pillow...OH HELL NO!!

Growling softly she made her way toward the noises and found herself...er..him......with a vase shattered nearby....

Whispering softly she drew in a deep breath and spoke, in her now masculine voice.

"Voices bothering you? Get dressed! Now!"

She hissed out in his tone....They needed out of here...fast....