Ég ætla að ríða þér ofan á þakinu á Olís (Clea)

A small, small part of Claude's brain acknowledged the fact that he probably came to this club more often than he probably should've. It also probably had something to do with why his wallet felt so light all the time. A larger part of his brain acknowledged the fact that he really just didn't care in the slightest.

Besides, he'd deserved it today. He'd spent the whole day shopping with Rhea. Which hadn't been as painful as he'd expected, he didn't mind her company, but it was still a good enough reason to need a few pints. And by a few he meant many.

"Here you go," he handed Rhea her drink, followed by her change. She did owe him a drink after all. "Have you enjoyed your day at least, then? I'd hate to think I went shopping with you for nothing."

Rhea held her hand out, accepting her drink and the change - though, if there was something she despised that would be change, so she quickly put that back down on the bar with no plan of collecting it again. "I did enjoy my day." Rhea grinned, gulping down some of her drink quickly (probably quicker than she should). "And does this look like we went shopping for nothing?" she gestured down to her feet.

She had managed - like she guessed she would - to bully him into letting her have the shoes he had bought for her (in her defense, he only bought one of them) early instead of waiting until her birthday like he had threatened. Shoes made her extremely, extremely happy.

"We should drink faster. And more." The brunette nodded her head, taking another sip from her drink. "And then dance! Don't you have some killer dance moves or something?" she laughed, throwing back her head and swallowing the last of her drink. "Come on Claude, drink! We have hours of shopping to make up for."

Claude watched as she put the change back on the bar, pocketing it himself. If she wasn't going to have it, he would. "I'm glad you did," he watched her gulp her drink, taking a sip of his own at a much slower pace. He looked down at her shoes, a smirk on his face. Go figure that she'd managed to talk him into letting her have them early.

"Yes, yes, they look wonderful on you. I better see you wearing them a lot, they weren't cheap," not cheap like the shoes he bought. Which tended to be really crap trainers and running shoes.

He laughed as she began to down her drink. "Yes, I do have killer dance movies. Literally. Though we do have hours to make up for," he raised his glass in a cheers before knocking it back, gulping it down, before slamming it on the bar. "Right! Bartender! Another drink for me and the fine young lady, before we go dancing into the night."

"I'll wear them all the time!" Rhea promised, her smile growing. "I might even sleep in them if you wish." They weren't maybe the most comfortable things you could find on the planet, but at least they were really pretty to look at. And plus, they made her legs look fabulous.

Rhea did a little spin for show, she was enjoying her legs far too much. And being so tall. "I see the club in a different light!" she declared. "I can see over mountains while wearing these babies." Even if she was still shorter than her friend.

"I want to see those moves! No, I correct my self - I need to see those moves." the brunette decided. She grinned as Claude ordered them another set of drinks. "I'm a lady indeed!" she agreed as their drinks were handed to them. "Thank you, sweetheart!" she winked at the bartender - who, in her defense, was ridiculously hot. She leaned towards Claude, lowering her voice so she could whisper. "I still vote we do body shots off him."

Claude chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, don't worry. No need to go that far just for me. Just while you're awake will be fine. Not sure they look comfortable to wear even to sleep in, they might deform your totally not adorable feet."

"Now you know how it feels to not be small," though he was fairly certain it would be incredibly weird for her to be this height all the time, no matter how nice her legs were. Got to stop noticing that.

"You will see them, in time. For now," he took his drink. "We drink! And not do body shots of him. At least not till I've had more drinks than this. He is a man after all," Claude lifted his drink to his lips, downing it once again, before slamming it on the table. "Ready to dance! Unless we want to take drinks with us to dancing."

Rhea pursued her lips and stared at Claude, trying to decide if he was trying to be funny or if he was actually calling her adorable again. "Nothing is ever going to deform my anything." she defended. "But no, I doubt I'll be able to sleep in them, my toes need freedom sometimes."

"Are you saying I'm small normally?" she raised her eyebrows. "Rude!" Though, to be honest she preferred her normal height - not that she'd admit that - over this, this was a bit too tall and she had a feeling once she had more to drink she'd become disgustingly wobbly.

"You've got be all excited now Mister Dancer!" Rhea clapped her hands together. "Yes! Let's drink!" she grinned as she downed around half of her drink, groaning in pleasure as the strong liquid trailed down her throat. "But Claude," she pouted again. It really was a disgusting habit. "God, you make me pout a lot - anyway, I wanna do body shots! I'll do them of him and you can do them of me! Then you get to keep your manliness!" she grinned before downing the rest of her drink and offering Claude her hand. "Okay. Yes. Dancing now, please!"

Claude put on his best innocence face. "Am I? I don't know. You're certainly smaller than me. Besides, your normal height is nice, small or not."

He grinned and bounced slightly. "Yeah I am! Super excited! You know how much I love dancing. Drink drink drink!" he watched as she got about half way before pausing to enjoy it. Well, alcohol was very enjoyable. And he was starting to feel a little light headed. Probably due to the speed in which he was drinking.

"You mean you don't normally pout this much?" he asked, though nearly choked on his own spit at what she said. "Ha, good one. As sexy as you are, I'm not sure I'd want to do body shots off you. I kind of value my head and have to share a dorm with your brothers."

He took her hand as it was offered though, grinning and leading her out to the dance floor. "Your wish is my command."

"You're just full of compliments disguised as insults, aren't you? Or insults disguised as compliments, I can never be too sure with you." Rhea shook her head, but she was amused nothing less.

"I am drinking! I am! I am!" she responded, feeling giggly all of the sudden. Maybe drinking fast was the most brilliant idea she had ever had. "Why do we ever drink slowly? Drinking fast is sooooo much more fun!"

"Oh! You find me sexy now? Likewise." Rhea grinned, tilting her head to the side and giving Claude a little wink. Oh she really shouldn't be appreciating her brother's best friend in the way she was. "You know, it's a shame that you won't do bodyshots... because I could've easily been persued into replacing the bartender for - lets say - you, instead."

"That is a very dangerous promise." Rhea murmured, a smirk forming on her face as they made their way out on the dance floor. "And if you feel like you need more to drink-" she held up her purse and shook slightly "I always bring extra."

Once they had found a suitable place on the dancefloor Rhea placed one hand on Claude's chest, her hips swaying back and forth slowly to the music, but her eyes locked with his. "Now... My wish is for you to show me some moves... Please."

"I'm just one massive mystery," Claude said, though he wasn't entirely sure which himself. "Though I'm not sure you're giving me too much credit. Either of those kind of imply that I think about them, rather than that I just say the first thing that pops into my head."

Claude laughed in agreement. "It is, so much more fun. We should drink this fast more often, save us money. But you know, you guys are super rich or something, so you don't really need to."

When she gave him a wink, he wasn't entirely sure his mind should've reacted as positively as it did. "Of course I do, I may not be smart but I'm not blind, give me a little credit," the body shots comment he really didn't know how to react to. So he said the first thing that came to mind, as usual. "Well, the night is young. I'm sure you'll find some way to convince me, if that's what I'll be getting."

He grinned at the sight of a purse. "Oh man you know how to make me happy, don't you? Though I can't let you pay for everything, that'd just be rude."

"Can't disappoint now, can I?" Claude asked with a grin, beginning to move to the beat of the music, taking a moment to decide if he should be serious or not. Before realising he was never serious.
Taking her hand, he spun her round twice, his free hand finding her hip to keep her standing when the spinning stopped, moving his feet and body back and forth.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Of course you couldn't possibly take the time to think." Rhea rolled her eyes again. "Too much effort, isn't it? Thinking is for losers anyway! Do you think losers that think drink? Noooo, they're at home - thinking!"

"Super rich!" Rhea exclaimed, happily. "Super super duper rich! I'm not riiiich! Daddy's rich, daddy loves ReeRee." she nodded her head. "But we should just drink faster more often and buy more shoes for the money instead!"

"You're not blind?" she feigned a pout. "That's a shame! Do you think blind people wouldn't be able to appreciate my body then? That's so upsetting for them." Yes, the drinks were definitely starting to work. It was easier to not be too flirty with men when Theo or Artemis were around, but were they around? No. "I'm sure I will, I can be quite persuasive." she said slowly, resisting the urge to giggle again. "We'll see what happens."

"That's what I do for a living!" Rhea exclaimed, playing with the zipper of her purse. "Making men happy! And didn't we just have a conversation about how disgustingly rich I am? I like spending money." And other people's money. "Besides, I'm sure you can find a way to thank me." she giggled at her own words. "-Like you said, the night is young."

He spun her around and Rhea bit down a squeal, it was a bit hard to be spun around in these shoes - when had she becomes so wobbly on them anyway? But his hand was on her hip, steading her and she smirked again, moving to stand closer to him so there wasn't much parting their bodies from each other. "Impressive."

“Don’t think, drink!” Claude agreed. “What boring losers, sitting at home thinking. Clearly they need alcohol. Alcohol always helps my brain switch off a little bit more. And you know how I hate putting effort into things.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, daddy’s rich. Who doesn’t love ReeRee?” he teased, giggling slightly at the name. “I have to use that nickname more often. Surely there are other things that we can spend the money on too. Like…food. Or more alcohol.”

“I’m sure blind people would be able to appreciate your body. Just not with their eyes. They’d need a more physical approach,” he really needed to stop talking sometime soon. Or just never go out drinking with just Rhea again. “I’m sure you can be quite persuasive. All those boys you persuade to take you shopping, you were telling me just how persuasive you are earlier.”

Claude laughed, eyeing the purse. “Disgustingly rich. I can definitely find a way to thank you, and plenty of time to do it in. You name your price, though I’m sure you’ll have thought of several horrific and wonderful things by the end of the night.”

“Why thank you,” he said, not moving back as she moved closer. It was kind of nice having her so close. “Hope I’m up to your oh so high standards. And I wonder if you have any moves of your own? Or am I going to be doing all the hard work?”

"Clearly you and I are just above thinking." Rhea smirked. "What is thinking when you could be doing? Do first, think later." That was definitely what they were doing.

Rhea pouted. "That nickname isn't for grabs!" she gave him a small glare. "It's for my father and my father only. Have you heard Theo's disgusting nickname for me? On a second thought - let's not remember it."

Rhea gave it a thought. "That makes sense, do you think they're gentler then? Or more rough? They can't actually see what they're doing after all..." This was a slightly weird conversation, something in the back of Rhea's mind told her. She giggled. "Yes, I did tell you about that. Being manipulative is just so much fun!" she exclaimed. "I'm just not really good at the whole nice and sweet thing, I gave up on being innocent when I came to this school, it's harder than it looks to behave in a place with such attractive people."

Rhea opened her purse, pulling up the bottle and opening it. "You can start with-" she started before taking the first sip herself. "-Giving it a taste." she licked her lips. "And no worries, my mind has already started working those horrific and wonderful things, and you can bet they are not only wonderful and horrific but also simply brilliant."

Rhea shrugged. "Isn't the man supposed to lead?" she raised her eyebrows at him, but her hands reached up and found his shoulders. "What kind of dancing are you wanting?" she asked him, her hips swaying and her hands sliding downwards. "Though, I'm sure you could handle doing all the hard work just fine."

"We are above thinking. I like that. Though I'm sorry for using your special nickname," he grinned at the memory of Theo's nickname for her. "Why yes, I believe I have heard Theo's special nickname for you. I can't quite put my finger on what it is, though. Was it...ReaPea? ReeBee? Reelee?" his grin widened. "Though I shouldn't steal it. ReeBee will do just fine for me."

"It probably depends on the person. If they're nice, they'd probably be gentler, seeing as they can't see exactly. Though, you know, if they've spent their whole lives blind, I can't imagine it'd make too much difference? They'd have learnt to live with it."

He gave her a knowing look. "I know how manipulative you can be. I wouldn't agree to go shopping with just anyone. And there are a lot of attractive people round, though definitely not complaining about that. I kind of feel like I should be telling you to hold on to your innocence longer seeing as your brother's aren't here to do it. Let's just pretend I have."

Claude watched her take a sip from the bottle and lick her lips. Really, where was Theo? He needed someone to distract him from...Rhea. Which was a very bizarre thing. He smirked slightly, taking the bottle off her. "Oh, is that your mind thinking? What were we saying about doing not thinking?" he asked before taking a swig himself.

He moved both hands to her hips as hers found his shoulders. "The only dancing I know how to do is jumping up and down in a moshpit. And the cha-cha-cha. Because that's just fun," he ran a finger down her spine, more from impulse than anything, still moving in time with the music. "I'm not sure this music is really suited to it though."

As Claude listed off nicknames, Rhea's mind listed of several death threats. She glared. "When did I ever give you a permission for your own special Rhea-nickname?" she asked, tilting her head. "Permission denied, by the way."

"Alright, I guess one just has to try it out to find out." Rhea shrugged. "And like with everything else it probably depends on experience and like you said the person." it was quite an intriguing thing though, she had to admit. "I wonder how it is when two blind people have sex with each other."

"But for that to happen you have to rely on me to actually listening to you." Rhea said, smirking again. "You could try to tell me to hold onto my innocence - what is left of it anyway - but who is to make sure I do? It's a lose-lose situation really, so you're better off by just leaving that speech to my brothers."

"Thinking doesn't come as as much as an effort for me as for you." Rhea replied, tilting her finger under the bottle and pushing it up, while he drank from it. "Drink more." she ordered. "You might be slipping into soberness again!"

"No Macarena?" Rhea asked, trying her keep her eyes on Claude's eyes, but she couldn't stop herself from wanting to gaze down where her hands were dropping. She hadn't realized he had such a nice body, before. "It's a bit crowded here, with all the people, squished together, with moves not appropriate for a child to see. And I thought this was supposed to be a children-safe-club." Oh, how glad she was that there weren't any children around.

Claude knew why he loved getting Rhea so irritated sometimes. That glare was just so cute. And sexy in a very bizarre way. He should probably be sticking with cute as a way to describe her. "Aw, but Reebee, don't you love me? Taking away all my fun!"

Claude shrugged slightly, thinking about the question. "I dunno, maybe next time you have sex you should blindfold yourself and your partner and see what happens. That's certainly an idea. Blindfolds," he grinned at that mental image. "I'll be putting that on my list."

"If I really wanted you to keep your innocence I should probably stop suggesting you have sex with blindfolds. Let's just leave that part out if we're asked what we did last night. Or talked about. Not that that's not a posibility," where was the drink? "Blindfolds."

When she tipped the bottle to get him to drink more, he didn't resist. It was probably good to keep his mouth occupied with something other than talking. And he most certainly did not want to slip into soberness.

"I can do the macarena, but that would involve moving away from you, and probably falling over, neither of which are very appealing," he would glance around the room, but for some reason didn't really care enough to look away from Rhea. "There are a lot of people in here. Very squished. Would you rather go somewhere else, or will we just have to dance closer together?" though Claude wasn't sure he could think of anywhere else to go really.

"No love for you if you use that nickname." Rhea glared again. "Honestly, you wind me up. It's enough that I have two insufferable brothers and their horrendous nicknames-" she was pretty impressed that she could prounouce such words in her state. "-But then you have to be a... a..." She needed another fancy word. "An asswhore."

"Have you tried it?" Rhea asked. "Blindfolds I mean. It definitely seems interesting. I'll keep it in mind." Yes, it was best not to mention this subject to Theo. Or Artemis. Or anyone.

"See, I understand how it's appealing to me to have blindfolded sex... But you? Isn't that too much effort?" Rhea teased. "It certainly would be a lot of fun, but you wouldn't be able to just lay there."

"No, it doesn't sound appealing it all." Rhea murmured in agreement, moving her hands back to his shoulders before taking another step forward so it wasn't physicially possible for them to be any closer. "Not that I have anything against dancing closer..." Rhea began. "But I do know a place with a little more privacy." What was she doing? Oh Hell, she knew exactly what she was doing. She was Rhea Capulet, she didn't give any fucks that this was her brother's best friend, that this was Claude - she wanted more. "Did I ever tell you that I don't have a roommate?"

"An asswhore?" Claude let out a slightly drunken giggle. "That the best you've got? I'm sure you can think of some horrendous nicknames to call them to get them back. Not even that, just call Theo by his full name, I'm sure he'd love it."

"No, I can't say I have tried blindfolds before," really, it wasn't something that was at the forefront of his mind when he was about to have sex with someone.

"Oh come on, I'm not that lazy. I don't just lie there while I'm having sex. I like to make sure my partner's enjoying herself. It's not as fun otherwise," Claude smirked. "Besides, the more they enjoy it the more likely it'll happen again."

Claude wasn't sure he ever really noticed how blue Rhea's eyes were, or how nice she smelt. Then again, he was never really this close to her, so they weren't things he picked up on very often. Though he'd always known she had nice eyes. He listened to her words, taking a few moments to absorb exactly what she was suggesting.

"I imagine those rooms are a lot bigger when you have one all to yourself. And a lot more private," was he really about to do this? "You best lead the way, and I hope you have an alcohol stash in your room."

"Arty Party! Because," Rhea stopped to giggle. "Because he didn't used to party at all!" she exclaimed, before forcing a more serious tone to her voice. "Theseus. Oh yes, he absolutely would adore it if I called him Theseus! His nickname 'Theo' is hereby lost from my mind. Theseus it is!" She made sure to make 'Theseus' sound stern.

"There's always a first for everything." Rhea grinned. "And I'd hope you weren't that lazy." she laughed. "I was starting to be worried you were one of those dicks that just wants to satisfy himself. The world would be a better place without those." she shook her head. "Or at least I more pleasurable one."

Rhea almost felt nervous as she waited for his reaction. Maybe she was being a bit too bold. But usually her boldness wasn't rejected. "Have you never seen my room? You really need a tour then, it's most fantastic." Rhea drawled out, her eyes running over the body of the person in front of her. He had fantastic shoulders, she decided. And hair. And eyes. And lips.

"Here-" she grabbed his hand and spun around, aiming for the doors. "Of course I have an alcohol stash, who did you think I was?" she grinned at him over her shoulder as she pushed the doors open and pulled him outside. "Follow me." Now all they had to do was manage to get into her dorm and room without getting caught.

The nicknames were relatively amusing. "And now he parties with us, such a dramatic change. You're not allowed to tell him I was in any way involved with you calling him Theseus. He might kill me," the seriousness of his sentence was kind of lost between the laughter of the way she said his name though.

"Me? No way. I'm far too nice for that. Even I can't stand those dicks, some girls do that too you know. The horizontal tango is all about teamwork. And I am good at teamwork."

Claude grinned at her as she suggested a tour, surprisingly happy about this whole thing. Though considering what was being implied made it less surprising. "A guided tour, huh? Well aren't I the lucky one. Best get going, before it gets too late."

He made sure to hold on to her hand firmly as she began to lead him towards the door. The sound of more alochol was promising. It was a good thing he wasn't so drunk that he couldn't walk properly, else that might make the whole thing more of a bad idea than it already was.

"Thessie isn't strong enough to commit murder!" Rhea shook her head, her giggles almost sending her to the floor. "We should call him Tessa! Or Theseussa!" she giggled again, making sure to hold onto Claude so she wouldn't fall.

"Teamwork? I like teamwork." Rhea nodded her head. "Actually, no I dont, but I like teamwork when it comes to the horizontal tango-" she giggled. "And gifts! I like gifts."

"You're the luckiest man alive!" she announced, grinning as she pulled him after her. She sucked in a breath of fresh air once they were outside before she headed towards the school, pulling him after her still.

"I have the nicest room ever-" Rhea announced as the door to the girl dorm rooms came to view. How had they not gotten caught yet? This had to be their lucky night. She let go of Claude, only to push the door open and enter. Grinning, she turned back to him, grabbing both of his arms this time and backing towards her room.

Her back hit the door and Rhea looked up at Claude. Had his eyes always been so blue? "Here it is." She moved her hands over to his shoulders, trying to decide if she was insane or not. Her fingers trailed up his neck slowly until she reached his hair. She pushed herself against him, reaching up - unable to stop herself - she hesitated only slightly before she pressed her lips to his. But the kiss only lasted for a second, before she had pulled away again, her fingers still tangled in his hair. "Can you reach the doorknob?"

"What about Teresa? Though I quite like Tessa. Suits him very much," Claude agreed, automatically reaching out more to help keep Rhea up as she held onto him.

He rolled his eyes at the mention of gifts. "Everyone knows you like gifts, though they're not exactly teamwork, unless you're buying for someone else. That might be teamwork."

Any distractions from inside the club were gone when they were outside, and he felt himself getting more excited as the dormitories came in sight. He'd been in there before, with the intention of doing what he was about to. Just not with Rhea.

He smirked down at her as her back hit the door, moving to stand close. Though he certainly didn't mind when she pushed herself against him and gave him the tiniest of kisses. If he needed anymore motivation, there it was.

Claude reached out for the doorknob at the question, twisting and opening the door slightly before lifting Rhea up onto his waist, carrying her into the room, shutting the door with his foot, before turning and pressing Rhea against the door before kissing her, much more firmly than she had him, not able to really wait much longer.

"Teresa," Rhea gave a little giggle at that. "Tessa could be a nickname for Teresa!" She then started imaging Theo dressed up as a girl - aiming his name was Teresa and wearing heels - and her giggles loudened. "Does-Does that mean I only have one brother?"

Rhea bit back a squeal when she was lifted up and her legs wrapped around Claude's waist, her arms around his neck, holding on tightly, though she wasn't really afraid he'd drop her.

She groaned when her back hit the door again, this time from inside of the room, before she kissed him back, matching his firmness this time around. The other kiss had just been a little test anyway, to see if he wanted to or not, if she'd just been insane to think he would. Which now, she had her answer to.

The fact that they had come there claiming they wanted some alcohol from her stash, was long forgotten.

She used the heals of her feet to kick her shoes off, they were not as comfortable as before and were certainly just in the way. Her fingers played with the collar of Claude's shirt. She moved one hand and started working on the buttons of his shirt. She didn't care if she was being too eager. She wanted skin.

Claude grinned, feeling much better about the 'Clarice' thing now. Though that never actually bothered him so that probably wasn't a good enough excuse to promote this. "I suppose it does mean that, yes."

Having legs wrapped round you was definitely a feeling that Claude could get used to. His hands automatically found their way down to the underneath of her knees and back up, putting presure on her flesh, deciding that it wasn't the shoes that made her legs look nice. They just were.

He moved slightly as she began working on his buttons, not complaining one bit. As soon as they were all done he pressed her between him and the door, freeing his hands to take his shirt off his shoulders, before wrapping his arms round her again to take her towards the bed.

He did try his best to put her down gently while not breaking the kiss, tugging on her bottom lip as he found the zipper to her dress, wasting no time. Time was for people who weren't already drunk enough to not care about formalities and time.

She couldn't decide if his fingers were warm or cold on her skin, but they feeling was definitely good. Not too soft and gentle, but it didn't feel like his fingers were digging in hard enough to leave bruises - not that she minded a little roughness, every now and then - it felt like the perfect pressure. Intense, but not too much.

His shirt ended somewhere on the floor and Rhea ran her fingers over his naked skin, but her eyes stayed firmly shut. Her back hit the bed, and she stifled somewhat a moan when Claude's teeth tugged on her lip and his fingers started working on her dress. She arched upwards to help him slide it off, breaking the kiss for the first time. Once her dress was gone Rhea opened her eyes again so she could take a moment to fully appreciate the body hovering over her.

Yes. Claude was definitely worth looking at. She'd never really gotten the chance to do so - him being Theo's best mate and all. That would've gone down as rather 'inappropriate', because of their ridiculous bromance and then, her age. But right now neither of those things mattered.

She moved her lips to his neck, pressing down and placing small kisses on his skin as she made her way up to his face where her lips found his again.

Between the feeling of her hands on his skin and the sound of her stiffled noises of pleasure, Claude failed to see how this could possibly be a bad idea. If anything he was wondering why this had never happened before. Though he didn't really want that question answered.

He paused for a moment to take in the girl below him. Rhea was certainly nothing less than very attractive. And very sexy. His eyes fluttered shut when she began kissing his neck, obscuring his vision and just letting him bask in the feeling. Seriously, why had this never happened before.

His hand stroked Rhea's hair as they were kissing again, moving his lips against hers, fingers trailing out of the brown locks and down the side of her neck, following the strap of her bra down the front and round to where the clasp was, needing both hands to get it undone. At least it was gone.

Every inch of skin that was touching hers felt like it was on fire as he pressed his torso against hers, his fingers following the line of her spine all the way down, snapping at the hem of her underwear. Really, why had this not happened before?