<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/80/Lebhannah_is_overdressed.jpg)</div>Name: Lebhannah<br/>Time:  Morning<br/>Location: Reception Center<br/>Tagging: Hizzy, Open<br/>Notes/Warning:<br/><hr/><br/>Cloistered sororities in the clouds paved with marble, spires capped with golden angels arms raised in praise, every handrail and awning an immaculate work of art. There were no accidents in the intelligent design of Sacred Heart Celestial Colege, although there were missteps. A young angel freshly metamorphosed from holy light into flesh and blood flooded with boundless emotion and empathy for the human spirit. There could be tears at psalm, there could be outpouring of joy, there could be vulnerabiity. Even one so proven as Lebhannah was escorted every step of the way by seraphim to the gateway of her vacation destination. Spring Break- how lovely. She was dressed throat to toe in prim lines of muted color, embellished only by the flourishes of illuminated manuscript and the approved sigils of Our Lord, The Big G. She passed through the portal mincing effeminate, hands clasped.<br/><br/>And out the other side, into the throng of human animal in its sexual prime. Lovely, lovely.<br/><br/>She tugged the cloak of novice rank from her throat, unfastened the clasp minted by Saint Andonicus and let it tumble into spilled mimosa. The stiff collar of her cassock loosened with a breath of relief and a palpable heat. There was shocking violence to the way her wings folded down tight to bring the whole thing up over her head, like a bird trying to break its own neck. Finally, reduced to skivvies, she twirled it over her head and cast it into the nearly naked bodies with a cry of "Praise the Lord!" which did not receive the same callback as<em>spring break </em>or<em>woooo! </em>Whoever caught that white sandalwood and myrrh-scented garment would be in for a surprise from its weight in silver and gold and taut leather straps like bronze age bondage.<br/><br/>Finally, booze that was not the blood of Christ. She snatched up an unguarded glass and downed it at once before anyone could catch her. An angel had a lot to drink about, a lot to forget in order to let go, and a lot of closeness to God to drown before her inhibitions could really melt. And what did her rosy ears smothered in blonde hair detect? Someone was buying drinks?<br/><br/>"Peace be upon you." She sidled up to Hizzy, with a broad and looming and fuzzy-feathered side which tickled before her voice, warm, mellifluous, flirting with the prospect of breaking into song, reached the ears. "Child of God, I have a terrible thirst only you can slake." Her arm slung around Hizzy and drew her to a torpedo breast, painted with a swimsuit that had not yet tasted the beach but came out of the box slick and rubbery and primed for action. "Because although I have a very mature soul, I am technically nineteen. I would sooner not lie or steal, but your sins are easier to forgive. You mortals have such cheery hopeful smiles, it's impossible to stay disappointed."<br/><br/>"Oh," she said then, "Is that- may I?"<br/><br/>Her arm slipped away to bite into a chocolate chip cookie. Eyes shut, senses electric. "Mm." Too much went into her mouth, too excitable. After so long spent in deprived moderation, under oaths of obedience, celibacy and poverty, this was bliss. The guilt, the shame, the decadence became the most important thing in the room. She nibbled it like a lover. Yes, gooey chocolate, yes, this would go straight to her hips and she savored it. Finally, her eyes opened. "I would like to get smashed and find a<em>room</em>-mate."