Another Year Older - Beyril's Apartment (MATURE) (Lani and Beyril)

"Not entirely." she smirked, kissing his lips tenderly, "But it doesn't hurt, I'm sure."

He groaned, rolling his eyes, "You will be the death of me,"

"If you don't take me out with you." She teased back, slipping out from under him and heading to the kitchen.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked, watching after her while Savannah set about eyeing Akira nonchalantly.

Akira not-so-subtly lifted his shirt to scratch at his side, the muscles in his abdomen flexing a bit with the movement.

Beyril whistled, fixing herself a drink from the kitchen.

Savannah's eyes roved up to meet his, a mouthed 'shameless' appearing at her lips, all the while maintaining far more control then any of them knew she would under other circumstances.

Tony groaned, shaking his head as he fell back against the couch's pillows, shaking his head.

Akira winked, holding his glass under her nose. Sure enough, Akira had been drinking straight sake the entire time. His lips smelled like sweetened alcohol and he smirked, "You know how I get when I drink."

"The same way you always are, just more obvious?" She teased, before nodding over to Rogue and making a gesture for him to head outside or... really anything. Confused, he moved closer, leaving her to not-so-subtly whisper in his ear the same command. Wordless, she grabbed Akira's hand and began directing him to their room as Rogue took to the balcony.

Akira shrugged and followed her.

Beyril sat back next to Tony, offering him a drink, "They're out for the night." she grinned.

He took he drink from her kindly, swirling it about the glass while staring down at it, blushing, unsure. "I... Bey, you wanna go out tonight? Anywhere?"

Beyril smiled gently, kissing his cheek, "If you want to. Where would you like to go?"

"It's your birthday," he reminded her, "That makes it up to you."

Beyril thought a moment, pulling his hand to her waste. "Take me dancing?"

"Dancing?" He asked, blushing, realizing suddenly that he had not thought of such before.

Beyril nodded, "We haven't danced before."

"I..." he began, thinking it over and honestly feeling rather dumb for not having thought of it himself, "True... do you want to?"

Beyril nodded, a light smile on her pink lips as her cheeks flushed crimson. "I wouldn't have suggested it otherwise, silly."