Issue 1 Downtime

Sleep...well...it wasn't really much of a thing for Haley lately. Her mind raced as soon as it hit the pillow, replaying various horrible things that Regan had seen in her...afterlife she guessed. That and the fact that she was reasonable certain her history professor, whom she thought had become almost a friend, had run away because she'd discovered his plot to kill her.

So here she was, at 1:30 in the morning, sneaking into the library to do something to occupy her mind but not wake up her roommate.

Which is where she would find Regan, in all her demonic glory, drinking from a large bottle of rum with her feet up on one of the tables.

It may have been the alcohol and it may have been Regan's weakness to telepaths, but whatever it was, as Haley got closer she would be able to get a flash of what Regan was thinking about. Apparently, she was enjoying reliving a recent event.

Particularly, one where Regan was being straddled by a naked and moaning Mallory.

...oh holy shit...

"Hey, Regan," she said, trying very hard (and failing) to sound non-chalant.

"Oh, hello Haley," Regan says, sounding pleased to see the girl, "Having trouble sleeping?"

Haley smirked, "What, are you telepathic now too?"

She took a seat across from Regan and kicked her feet up as well.

"....so...uh...what's with the new look? You're all solid and...well, pretty fucking hot...not that you weren't good looking before."

Regan smirks, offering the bottle to Haley, "You like it? I have no idea why I'm suddenly a sexy demon chick, but I'm definitely digging it."

"It's nice to feel things again," Regan says, briefly looking Haley up and down.

Haley looked at the bottle curiously.

"...sure. I've never really gotten drunk before. I had some wine when I was trapped in Sackville's body, but, I barely even finished the glass."

She grabbed it out of Regan's hand and took a swig. Her eyes went wide. "Jesus Christ that burns."

"Doesn't it?" Regan says, licking a drop off one of her claws, "It feels so fucking great."

"Don't worry. It gets easier the more you drink."

Her throat still burning, she took another, larger gulp.

It still burned, and Haley coughed a bit. "Fucking hell..."

She passed the bottle back to Regan. "So...where'd you get booze? Isn't it harder to sneak around without being able to walk through walls and shit? Though I guess you couldn't bring the booze back even if you could."

"I just stole it," Regan says, taking a drink, "Before I was a ghost, I was a very tricky girl."

"Did you drink back then too?" her throat was finally starting to recover. Sort of.

"Shit. Why the hell do people drink this shit?"

"You'll figure out when it hits," Regan says, "And I drank a little bit. When I was a cheerleader, there was always beer and jell-o shots at our parties. After that, it was mostly smoking pot, but I drank cheap whiskey every now and then."

"Guess I'll keep drinking then. Maybe if I get drunk enough I'll be able to sleep again. Seems to work for my dad."

"That's the spirit," Regan says, taking another swig before handing it off to Haley, "And if that doesn't work, I know another good way to help get someone to sleep."

Haley took a large gulp this time.

Oh god this is fucking awful.

She scrunched up her face, grimacing, and passed the bottle back.

"...and what's that?"

Regan smirks, "Just get them too exhausted to stay awake."

Regan's tail brushes against Haley's leg. Purely innocently and by accident, of course.

Haley jumped away, giggling and pulling her legs up onto the couch with her. "That thing tickles," she smirked.

"What, are you telling me I should go work out or something?"

Regan giggles, "Sorry. It's got a mind of its own."

"And something like that," Regan says, "I'd definitely give you a workout at least."

Was it Haley's imagination or was Regan moving closer to her?

The image Haley saw when she first walked in flashed across her mind again, and she put two and two together.

"Oh...oh!" she giggled.

Regan would be able to tell it was a nervous laugh though.

Regan laughs, "You can't tell me you aren't a little bit curious..."

Regan's hand brushed lightly against her leg.

Was it hot in here? Yes. It was.

Haley practically shivered at the touch.
"I....maybe?"

"Maybe?" Regan repeats, smiling softly. She leans forward and moves in to kiss Haley.

Haley didn't move in to meet Regan's lips, but she didn't move away either. She was frozen like a deer in the headlights.

what are you doing what are you doing...

Now, if Regan had been Regan, she would have taken Haley's lack of movement as rejection. She would have been embarrassed, ran off, been a bitch to people that didn't deserve it, and taken petty revenge on Haley. That was her MO.

She was quite a bit more direct now. She moved forward and kissed Haley with something between lust and need, practically on top of her old rival now.

Haley toppled over with Regan on top of her, resisting only momentarily before either the sleep deprivation, the booze, or simple curiosity got the better of her. She returned the kiss eagerly.

what are you doing what are you doing this is bad this is ba--wow she's a really good kisser

After a long moment, Regan pulls back a bit, smiling down at Haley.

"How was that?"

Haley giggled "oh man...I....you're really good at that. I like....I dunno. I never really thought about doing anything with a girl but, wow."

Haley grabbed the bottle with her TK and gingerly brought it back over to them. She took another swig, grimacing, and handing it to Regan.

"You're not too bad yourself," Regan says, taking a quick swig. As she drank, she moved her hand along Haley's inner thigh, "For a beginner."

Haley blushed, squirming a bit. "I...yeah...haven't really, you know...done much."

"That's okay," Regan says, her hands starting to roam a bit across Haley's body, still staying over her clothes though, "I don't mind teaching you a thing or two."

Regan leans forward, begin to trail kisses along Haley's neck, "Besides...I bet you pick things up pretty quick."

Haley wasn't sure why, but this sounded like a fantastic idea. Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the lack of sleep, or maybe, she just felt like she was already so connected to Regan after experiencing so many of her memories.

She gulped nervously, "oh...okay,"

"Lesson one..." Regan says, before starting to slide Haley's shirt up as she moved in for another hungry and powerful kiss.

Haley returned the kiss eagerly, shivering in pleasure.

((fade to soul-crushing regret))

(( Regret begins here! ))