2019-09-30 - Goodbye, Oak Moon!

Goodbye, Oak Moon is only the fifth-biggest Wiccan gathering in this part of Washington all year! It's their last chance to make a big splash and make a good impression for Samhain, dangit! And Cameron was determined not to mess it up for the rest of Amulet.

The crowd seems indifferent tonight, what with all the festivities going on. The occultism, the lore exchanges, the consumer mechandising, and the pagan bonfire celebrations. It's hard to draw their attention and win them over, but the singer of the band is doing her best.

Cameron stalks across the stage with way more confidence than she feels, her clothing probably something that would have her feeling more than a bit cold if she weren't moving around so much, didn't have so many tiki torches lighting her and the rest of the girls up. Dark, earthen green wraps her body, crossing over her chest in an X, wrapping around her back, with long trails that follow her everwhere she goes. The same can be said of the green sleeves she wears, made to look like wrappings (but are actually just slip-ons) with long, scarf-like ribbons that hang from the wrists to make every movement more dramatic. Her tights leave her midsection bare, a studded (fake) emerald navel ring displayed as sways her hips across the stage with gusto.

She sings the crescendo of the current song, foretelling the tragic disaster of the witches of Salem, naturally, mouth open so wide one might wonder if she's going to eat the microphone as she bounces back and forth near the edge of the stage. Despite all the distractions, she does well enough to get those closest to pay attention, to turn some heads, get people dancing, and even jumping up and down with the music.

In short, total fucking victory, as far as she's concerned! No lame cover songs tonight, just all-original indie-Wiccan pop-rock for the people of Goodbye, Oak Moon '19. As the last of the chords die down form the song, Cameron breathes heavily, raising the microphone to her lips with a big smile.

"Thank you. Thank you so fucking much, Oak Moon. We are gonna miss you! This next one is the last song of our set, it's called... Take Me From Your Eyes."

Alison wanders slowly around the festival, bemused expression on her face. This is not exactly her usual sort of haunt. She's got on a jacket, trousers, t-shirt, but with a dirty UW baseball cap partially containing her red hair, and a joint burning slowly between her fingers.

She finds herself over by the stage towards the end of the song, her attention grabbed by the excitement of the singer in the climax of the tune. Eyes following Cameron as she darts around the stage, Alison takes a long, slow hit from the joint, exhaling after a moment with a puff of smoke, then returning it to her lips as the song ends so that she can get some polite clapping in before the next one begins.

Madison Holloway is the known Overlord of the Amulet, stuntwoman and manager. Recently, she has gotten Cameron into the band, and ever since sales have been up 1.6%! Huge upgrade from Pamela, that traitorous ho! May you drown in Hollywood you sell out bitch!

Alas, the night is not about Madison! The night is about the Amulet, the Moon Goddess, the Horned God and the spirits of the living world. And for them, Madison and her band perform to the best of their excitement, if not their abilities.

The skinny woman is clad in a black corset and purple leggings which feature bats, and a purple robe that one would expert a sexy witch at a party to use. Her heavy boots stomp on the ground and despite their size and enormous heels, the woman displays some grace in her every step!

As the song ends, Madison wipes her forehead and nods at Cameron's announcement of the set. Madison MUCH prefers Bella Morte's Fall No MOre to close out things, but Cam being a rookie she let her pick the set for her first big gig. And it doesn't get MUCH bigger than Goodye, Oak Moon '19!

Shirts of the Amulet available on stands all over the event, buy if you support the band and want to see more!

"Just remember, if you are watching at home from the internet, don't forget to leave a thumbs up at our channel, SMASH that subscribe button and click the bell if you wanna see MORE in the future!" The back vocal/guitarrist speaks on the mic, and as soon as the last song starts, she spots a mj-loving fan clapping at them right in the front roll.

OUTSIDERS! Madison grins, and quickly points at the woman who is all over Cameron, pointing at her and inviting her to come on stage. "HEY! A FAN! I SEE YOU! COME OVER HERE! COME ON! EVERYONE! CLAP FOR HER!" Madison is one of those people who approaches you if there is any shyness, and so she saunters over to Alison to extend a hand so the woman can go up stage, where she is readily placed next to Cameron for hte next set.

Crowds love crowd-performer interaction. Madison read that on the comment section!

Once more Cam approaches the edge of the stage, her finger moving over the crowd as if selecting her next target for something. It stops on... Alison. Cameron points to her as Madison calls her out. She bends down a little, with a big smile, crooking her finger towards the redhead in a come-hither gesture.

The opening lines of the next song are done in a smooth, jazz-like contralto, fluid, gentle, soothing and (thankfully) easy on the vocal chords. One could almost close their eyes and imagine they were in a smokey bar as Cameron cradles the microphone to her as if it were something she loved very dearly. She sways back and forth, twisting a little side to side in a slow, melodic motion, shoulders dipping, hips rolling.

Assuming the woman approaches the stage, she gets pulled up, her hand taken, and danced with as the Wiccan spins her around and then pulls her in close. She moves into the redhead's space, a hand around the back of her hip, eyes locked as she dances as if they were at a club. Her body rolls and maneuvers like her spine is made of liquid and has no form, capable of twisting her hips in all manner of exotic directions.

The melody opens up, and the bass becomes apparent, but it's obvious they are going to end on a simmering, slow burn tonight rather than an pulse-pumping extravaganza. Cameron stalks to the guitarist, hips swaying with every step, sliding an arm around Madison from behind and dancing with her as she sings over the goth's shoulder.

She moves away to dance with the bassist next, face to face, working herself low while sensuously draping a wrist on the dark-skinned woman's shoulder. They sway along for a few lines, before the dark-haired singer moves on.

Once more she approaches the center of the stage, re-engaging with Alison to run a hand through the woman's bounty of red hair. And as the last, lilting notes leave her lips, she gently moves to pry the joint from between their stage-guest's fingers and bring it to her own lips, inhaling deeply before giving it back.

"Thank you, Oak Moon! To the Horned God and the Moon Goddess! Give it up for our guest! She's amazing!" She points at the crowd. "You're amazing! Please buy our merch if you love our songs, CDs only five dollars! We'll be around for signing later! Thank you so fucking much, Gray Harbor!"

As the audience applaudes, Cameron loops an arm around the waitress' shoulder to guide her to where they all move to exit the stage, whispering in her ear. "You were so great!"

Alison smirks a bit as she realizes that she's being addressed, and laughs softly as there's a hand extended in her direction. She's usually not exactly 'on stage' level of outgoing when she's not at work, but the few puffs of pot that she's got in her by this point are probably helping to relax her somewhat. The girl grabs the joint in one hand, then Madison's hand with the other, hopping up on the stage with a grin. Her crossbody bag's not exactly conducive towards dancing, so she lifts it off over her head, her baseball cap along with it, tossing them to the side and sending her long red hair wild in the stormy breeze.

This turns out to have been a good idea in pretty short order, since Cameron gets pretty close, and pretty wild, pretty quick! The singer's also pretty, and doing some really sexy things with her hips, which do nothing whatsoever to dissuade her from staying where she was placed by the other woman. Alison does her best to be a good victim for the show, turning and perhaps even wiggling a bit as appropriate, but when it comes to girls, she's precisely that kind of disaster bisexual woman that gets more than a little flustered, at least when her defences are down.

Alison takes another hit from her joint as Cameron's elsewhere on the stage, cheeks blushing a bit red with a big ol' grin on her face. There's plenty of it left when the singer borrows it for a moment, and that grin might even get a bit wider when her fingers graze through her locks. She heads off the stage as she's ushered to do so, laughing a bit in response to the whisper. Returning it, she says, "I don't think I really did anything!"

Madison is a professional, or so she likes to think so. The goth does her back vocals and does a decent job in the guitar, but her true value is how she enhances the experience for the other members of the band, always approaching her friends and communicating and emoting during the songs. Together, they provide a nice background for Cameron and Alison.

The song is over, and Madison is quick to unstrap the guitar from herself, place it delicately on the floor, and going to Mandy to give her some last instructions about where her uncle should take their gear, and it is the goth that drops down the stage to get their pay for the show, sans gate. Which is not charged. Yet.

Maybe one day Goodbye, Oak Moon will be a prestige festival that draws the moneys. Not that Madison does it for money. She does it for the spiritual energy too!

But mostly the money.

The goth hastens her steps to get to Cameron and Alison, patting Cameron on the back in silent congratulations for another performance before she offers a hand to Alison. "You did great out there, Red! Really good! Hey, I'm Madison!" She smiles a long, wide smile, bright eyes way too focused on Alison to allow the goth to look too normal.

Madison does frown, though, eyeing one woman and then the other, before she ooohs. "You guys know each other? Do you know Cam? Where from? Is it L.A.? Or from here? Do you guys get it on? Do you need space?" The goth is one of those people who speaks her mind, no matter how awkward. She eyes Cameron and Alison again, "Nooooot yet, I can see. Well, so, any friend of Cam's is my friend, unless they are a bitch. You look cool tho!"

The festival keeps going, and Madison puts her hands on her hips, "You don't look like a devout. Is your tradition based off somewhere else? Oregon? Those are very hipstery. We are more root here in Gray Harbor, more robes and chants." She won't stop talking!

"Girl, please." Cameron laughs, running a hand through her own hair with an arm around Alison's shoulders like they're best friends now, despite not knowing each other's names as they hope down off the stairs off to the side so the next band can take the stage. Sadly, the Amulet were not the headliners tonight! But with this performance, maybe one step closer... "You were great! You could have pussied out, I kiiiiiind of saw you consider it. The audience doesn't really need more than a hot redhead on stage shaking it to cheer, but you owned it!"

"Hi. I'm Cameron."

But just then Madison happens. She comes running back with their (meager) money and a pat on the singer's back to stop her in her tracks. She looks behind them, then in front again, as if wondering if the emo just teleported over here. The stream of conscious awkwardness that follows has the brunette patting the redhead's shoulder and looking sideways to give her a reassuring smile. At least, it's meant to be reassuring.

"Babe." Cameron steps into the goth to press their lips together briefly, puckering into a kiss that lingers just a second or two longer than it should. She steps back with an amused smirk. "It's chill. We just met. I was telling her what an amazing job she did."

Madison might not stop talking, but that doesn't stop the brunette from reaching for her lips to try and pinch them shut anyway. Once she has the punk-goth's attention, the skinny brunette swats her on the hip, and then nudges Alison, directing them both towards a bonfire around which people sit, laugh, dance, and drink.

"Why don't we just go grab some beers and smoke a bowl? Then compare Wiccan robe sizes."

Alison scoops up her bag and hat as they head off stage, holding them close to her torso rather than throwing them back on immediately. The redhead blushes a bit brighter shade of red at Madison's more explicit suggestion, not quite that of her hair, but getting there. She shakes her head in response, quickly trying to get in a word edgewise between Madison's machine gun barrage of words. "No! I'm new around here. Alison, though, please?" in response to the usage of /that/ particular nickname.

The waitress by trade laughs a bit at Cameron's suggestion that she's a 'hot redhead'. "Really? Me? A hot redhead? I'm like a five foot tall plank of wood with hair!" The stupider part of her mind causes her to quietly compare her physique to that of the two other women around her, especially Cameron's considering how much of her body Alison has been staring at since she happened across the show.

She's receptive towards their suggestions, flashing little smiles to both of them now and again. "That sounds great, but can I buy one of your shirts first? You've got a pretty cool sound!"

Madison kisses Cameron back, but midway through she is 'Uh?' as in she wants to know what was coming after 'Babe' even before they smooching ends. As they part, Madison grins and shrugs. "Hey, I am down with the hip shit, yo. I don't know. I just felt some vibing, you know? Then again, it is pretty hard not to vibe with'cha!"

She winks at the lead singer and would keep talking but her lips are captured in a Mouthhold (tm) and Madison stays put. Just like sharks need to swim, Madisons need to talk, or they die. Waiting where she is silenced, the goth nods at the idea. Terrrrriifc idea!

"Hey, welcome to the area, Alison! If you need to know your place around the woods, I know the perfect place to balance your energies under a waterfall just a few miles west, and at least half murder scenes where the spirits really vibe! If you need to know the traditions, you can visit Cam's Youtube channel. She has a channel. So good. It is like a bible of Wicca."

nd the best part, it is still oral tradition, which makes it instantly legit to a Wicca like Madison.

And girl, you don't need to have a banging body to rock someone's socks. You just need to got moxxy, and you got moxxy, kid! I like your style!" Madison fingerguns the redhead and winks at her, before she follows the group towards the bonfire. It is a bit before Alison says she wants to buy a shirt.

That earns her the umprompted hug from Madison, who just short-steps towards the woman and HUGS her, cheek on her chest, like they are family. Maybe they are now. "That is the sweetest thing I have ever heard. Best combo of words in the dictionary. Thank you, instant BFF Alison. Thank you."

rMadison, Merch Ho.

"I know, you're so tiny and adorable." Cameron puts her hand on the side of Alison's head so she can grin and lean in, looking at Madison so she can judge the comparative height difference. One is barely over five foot, the other is almost six, without heels. "And please, don't even talk to me about being a stick."

The brunette releases the waitress to gesture a finger up and down her own form as she retrieves a jacket stored behind the stage. "Look at this. Look at me. This?" She points at Madison, lifting her chin to do so as she pulls on the brown leather coat, sliding it over her shoulders and then flicking her hair out of the neck of it. "That? We have the monopoly on skinny white bitches."

With her jacket on, the dark-haired Trailer Park Witch watches as Madison hugs their new almost-stranger-but-kind-of-instant-friend with a small laugh, looking away. She embarassed enough at the behaviour for both of them, but makes no move to rescue Alison. She's on her own there. The quickest way to Maddie's heart is through supporting her band, after all.

"That's really cool of you, Ali. Thanks. Can I call you 'Ali'? It's a really pretty name."

She has to wait until they separate, or maybe she has to force them apart, because Madison thank-you-hugs can last a really, REALLY long time, but eventually the brunette slides an arm around the goth's waist, and takes the redhead's arm to lead them towards a merch booth, angling a bit away from the fire, as their side journey is sort-of-but-not-quite on-the-way.

"Yeah, it's true. I do have a channel. You can find them on YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Patreon. I'm all over. It's at-Camwitch. It's called Hidden Content. Something I started shortly after moving here."

"So that's me," She announces, as they roll up on the table selling beads, necklaces, 'authentic' charms, and t-shirts. "Vlogging doesn't earn much, so I do some... Some, let's say, dancing. Mads here is all about the band, and she's gonna take us to rock-stardom!" A squeeze on the goth.

"What about you?" Then an expectant look at Alison, eyebrows minutely raised in inquiry.

Alison is /definitely/ flustered at receiving a hug from a relative stranger, and all she can really do is laugh nervously. And then she's shrugging a bit in response to Cameron's rebuttal regarding their mutual physiques. "I mean, I guess!"

The redhead grins in response to the somewhat more appreciated shortening of her name. "Ali works. Just.. not Red, please." Her ear perks a bit at Cameron's mention of dancing. That make sense, considering the little show that she just witnessed first hand. And she sure knows how to work those hips. She looks through the shirts and digs out an extra small, then fumbles through her bag for some cash, finding the requisite amount in crumpled up bills and handing it over with a grin. "Looking for something right now, probably waitressing. I've got a few leads but nothing concrete yet. I've kinda missed the back to school hiring rush though."

She looks up towards the sky, making a little mental note of the name of the youtube channel/twitter/etc, then drops her stuff on the table for a moment, pulling her jacket off, and then.. her t-shirt? She peels it off over her head, throwing it on the little pile, leaving her upper torso covered in naught but a matte cyan bralette, only to be covered up again a moment later by the new The Amulet shirt. She really doesn't have a whole lot there that needs support, but what is there was pretty much on display, for better or for worse. Alison then pulls her jacket back on, and then her crossbody bag back on.

"Rock stardom sounds pretty great, if you can make it work. I had a few work friends back in Seattle who were waitressing on the side of their band. Or maybe they had a band on the side of waitressing? Something like that." She runs her hand down her front, trying to smooth out any crease lines in the new shirt.

Madison disengages without any (further) weirdness doesn't seem to register any awkwardness. She has a very powerful anti-drama field. NO CAN TOUCH! The goth is all smiles and attitude.

Unless someone is attacking her AMAZING, ROCKING body!

"I don't know what you motherfucker is talking about, but -I- am fucking stacked for a girl my circumference, okay? These," and the skinny goth grabs her chest area, over the corset and robe, "bring ALL the boys to the yard." She eyes Cameron a moment longer than needed to, her stance entirely too 'You better agree with me or else' to be denied at this point. Eyebrows are so high on her forehead they almost vanish behind her ebony bangs.

"Imma call you Alison, Patron Saint of the Amulet. Can I call you that? Alison is good, but you are a true angel! Like, for real!" And then her arm goes around Cameron as they go to the merch booth, "Check her Youtube and Patreon. Twitter is for dweebs and Facebook is for normies! They are so bland and don't capture the flair of my Cam!"

When told she is going to make them rock stars, Madison nods firmly. Fuck yeah she will, there is no hesitation in her being. "The Horned God told me so." Eyes go wide and prophetic, for a second, and she gets normal again, or as normal as she gets. Mouth opens to say something, and ALison is taking off her clothes.

"Oh SHIT, work it girl! You got it~! You got it~! Unf!"

By the time the poor outsider is done dressing up again, Madison has coins in her hand and is doing those swiping, 'make it rain' motions, throwing change at the other woman's foot while swaying her hips.

"Ahem."

Straightening up, Madison folds her arms, and clears her throat again. "I like this new girl, Cam. We should keep her." Madison then turns to Alison, and pulls up her phone, "Gonna need your phone number, social security, and current address, please."

"Not 'Red', got it. Teased as a kid? Kids are assholes." Cameron declares as the redheaded woman buys herself a shirt. But then something else is said that makes her straighten up a little, shifting from her hip-cocked, weight-on-one-foot stands and glancing at Madison. Then back again. "Really? The, uh, Platinum Cabaret is hiring. We could use another cocktail waitress. I was supposed to be one, went in to interview for it, and then Mister Williams kind of... convinced me to be a dancer. So, if you do go for it, be aware of that!"

The dark-haired Wiccan doesn't even have the good graces to look away as Alison takes off her shirt, smiling as she lets her eyes roam the slender, pale figure unabashed, then glances at Madison. She teasingly bobs her eyebrows at the goth, laughing as she begins to rain coins down on their poor, unsuspecting new bestie, before looking back as the new shirt comes into play. She does dance at the strip club, bare skin isn't going to shock her much.

"Wow, you just got WAY hotter! Woohoo, digging the new look, girl! Like... super fetch." Yes, she just made 'fetch' happen. Cameron laughs, clapping her hands together and lifting a finger to spin it around, as if inviting Alison to do a little turn for them in the band merch.

As she catches the Evil Eye from Madison's defensiveness over bust size, Cam reaches out, running her nails lightly along the back of her bustier with a comforting little, "Of course you are. Super stacked, Mads. The stacked-est. But yes, we SHOULD keep her."

The singer's skinny arms pull Alison over and inwards, placing her between Cameron and Madison, as if claiming ownership and leaving her nowhere to go. Her arm is behind Alison's back, resting on the goth's hip on the other side of her, as they move away from the outdoor store and towards the raging pagan bonfire. "Juuuuust the phone number will be fine." She chides, looking at Maddie with a grin, rolling her eyes and looking away.

"I'm going to find us a hookah, you two find us a good spot! I want to watch the dancing while we get lit." A beat as she disengages with a little pinch to Madison's rear, sliding her hand across the small of Alison's back as she does so. "And then I want to dance!" She's off soon after, bothering a circle of hippies to see if they have a hookah to spare.

Alison 's next moves are conflicted, not /entirely/ amused by Madison's coin-based assault of her feet, but is it that big of a deal? Not really. She smirks a bit at all the hubbub. As far as she's concerned, she didn't put off that much of a show, considering her form. And it's not like she wasn't at least a little covered up? Hmm, okay, maybe not the best idea. Oh well, what's done is done.

"The cabaret, huh. Hmm. Tried that once, didn't go well. Too many guys don't quite understand the line between the girls performing and.. well, waitressing is a performance of a sort? Still though. The guys get grabby and that kinda scares the shit out of me."

Alison strikes a little pose, hands outstretched to show off the shirt. "I dunno about being a saint of anything other than spilling trays of drinks, and that's probably already taken. I hear they've got a lot of saints. Not my thing though. Not a big.. saint-knower?" She shrugs towards the end of her sentence. It's a phrase now.

"The red thing is.. it's just overdone, y'know? And I get it SO OFTEN at work, hearing it outside of that context just kinda drives me nuts. Y'don't usually hear people calling people things based on their looks in public settings, but somehow for redheads that's okay!" Maybe a little exasperated.

She toddles along with the two bandmates, warming up to their touches and clings perhaps warmer than she might with most usually. She glances over at Cameron as she heads off a bit, and then says quietly to Madison, "So you two are.. dating, I take it?"

Madison hooks a finger on her collar and pretends to loosen it when she realizes her make it rain tease didn't land on Alison, "Sorry!" It is said low but audible, but with some 'oof tough crowd' humor. The hyper girl just offers the new one a tight-lipped smile, a wide one.

She eyes Cameron as she talks about Mister Williams, and then listens to Alison's input on the Cabaret. For the first time in the night, Madison gets silent and just listens, not really aware of what goes on there. Once Alison is done, however, the goth is frowning and staring at cameron, not liking what she hears.

"They don't do that kind of shit to you, do they, Cam?" Because Madison's boots are there if she needs to kick some ASS. She is getting a little angry over the convo, when her bust size is complimented. Crisis averted, and she smiles some, a mix of cocky and self-conscious as she does a limp wristed swing towards Cameron.

Stooop~" She is still smiling, though, so the compliments do land on the pale-skinned woman. They are left by themselves, with Cameron going to find a hookah, and readily Madison bows and points towards a few seats, "Let us proceed, milady!" NO TOUCHING this time, she accompanies the other woman.

"Look, calling you Red was just to gauge how willing you were to give me your name, without me asking for it. Because maybe you don't wanna give it, but I asked, so I put you on a spot, you know? That is my defense, and I am sticking to it!"

"Dating? Yeah, kind of like that! Me and Cam go waaaaaaaaay back! We are like the Super Twin- No wait. That is incesty. We are more like Bonie and Clyde! Yeah, but we don't rob banks. You know what I mean. It is less this super defined thing and more like this flow of the moment, super profound bond of spirituality, you know? You know, when it happens? Yeah, that is like that!"

She then grins, and leans in to stare at Cam while whispering at Alison, "Why? You interested in my lead singer?" By the way the redhead blushed before, Madison is expecting at least some furious scarlet shade on that face now.

Cameron leans down to talk to a guy in a Rastafarian outfit with braids iin his beard and dreadlocks down to his waist like he just stepped out of a bad, stereotyped poster for the mid-60s. They exchange words for a bit, the brunette gesturing at herself, then at the other pair, back to herself, then the guy, herself again. She finally places both hands over her heart and says something. Maybe she's begging him. He shows her his phone, the pair laugh a little, and then she has a hookah in hand, slightly-used.

The brunette pulls out a fold of bills, looking mostly like singles, which something exchanges between their hands. Kneeling down, she continues chatting with her new friend and his small circle of hippie bretheren while they pack and prep it. The man lights it while the singer inhales, before blowing smoke out into the air and then giving the guy a one-armed hug. She's soon on the way back with her prize in hand.

They have plenty of time for a bit of back and forth before she fully returns. "Boom, bitches! Scored us a primo!"

"But, to answer your last question before I ran off, Mads..." Cameron hands the hookah down to the goth with a smile. "No, anyone who touches me gets thrown out on their asses. They're surprisingly strict and supportive about that. We're the product, so they take care of us. As he'd say, he 'don't run the best little joint in this town to have his girls mistreated!'"

She glances between the two other women, back and forth, back and forth, like she knows she missed SOMETHING. But whatever it is, it doesn't stop her from sitting down, curling up her long, skinny legs like a spider Indian-style, and placing the hookah on the ground between their newly-formed triangle. With a wide, beaming, drugged-out-and-lazy smile, she pushes the hose towards Alison first.

"Guests first!"

Alison shrugs as to the explanation of the epithet of a sort in place of her name. "Oh, no, it's fine, just as long as you don't keep doing it. Oh, here's my number." She pauses for a moment to allow for the woman to take note of it in phone or otherwise, then speaks it aloud.

She holds up her hands, pleading innocence to Madison as to the latter question. "Just curious, I just wanted to make sure that I wasn't assuming the wrong thing. I mean, maybe you're married, right? Or maybe just fuc--" Oh hey, Cameron's back. "You're back! That was quick." She coughs a bit to clear her throat. Alison eyes the hookah somewhat warily. "Thanks~" Not exactly familiar with them, she can make some pretty basic assumptions, however, so she takes the hose and inhales, holding onto it like she would with a hit off of a bong, then letting it go with a rough cough. Okay, maybe not exactly like a bong.

Cameron comes back, and Madison grins, winking at the stripper and focusing on the bowl first, eyeing it. She doesn't pay much attention to the stripper job, letting Cameron talk about that part of her life. "You DID score us a primo! Legendary persuasion critted again!" She smiles at the twiggy brunette and eyes Alison as she takes a hit.

"Hey, you are NOT the first to eyeball Cam. She is at -least- a seven and a half, so who cam blame you? I don't. It is the will of the gods, I say!" Madison smiles gently, less maniacal, as she lets Alison focus on the task at hand. She grins at Cameron while the redhead is at work, showing off their AMAZING five hundred dollar fee to come to the show. Amulet making -stacks-!

When Alison coughs, Madison laughs, and she pats the other woman on the back, doing small circles on her back, "Caaaaalm down... you did great! How do you feel? Seeing the Great Fox Spirit yet? Or is that ayahuasca? I can't remember. Was so zoned out. Here, lemme show you the best way of doing this."

Madison gets the hookah next, and kneels on the ground. She closes her eyes, and murmurs something to the Moon Goddess. It sounds less crazy than her usual things, but in the end, she places her lips on the hose and inhales lightly. Her right hand reaches for Cameron's chin, and she grips it softly, bringing the other woman closer.

When their lips are almost grazing, the goth blows the smoke past the strippers parted lips, letting her inhale from Madison directly. It is not as efficient as the hose, but from the way the goth stares into her singer's eyes, it is at least a little more intense. When done, she lets Cameron go.

Winking at the woman, she then turns to Alison, offering her the hose. "Now you try again, and do me next? See if my technique helps these coughing fits of yours?" The goth gives a sassy little smirk, as if she knows she is being ridiculous, but there is also a measure of wonder in her eyes. Would Alison do it, or would she behave like a perfectly normal person and totally not?

Madison sits back on the bench, by Alison, and eyes the woman, waggling her brows stupidly.

"It's okay, it's not going to bite you." Cameron teases as Alison gives the wary eye to the smoking accessory. She indicates the dark-haired goth next to the redhead with a flick of her eyes and a tilt of her head. "Maddie might. She's kind of into that whole... chomping thing. You know she left teeth marks in me for a whole week one time?"

While Alison smokes, the brunette eyes the 'fat stacks' the raven-haired goth shows off, pursing her lips into a little 'o' and giving a golf-clap of approval. Sure, it'll be split four ways, but... that is just the life of the band! It's bound to at LEAST take care of the electric bill! There's a little chuckle as the redhead coughs.

"See?" Cameron squeals excitedly, pointing at the waitress. "I'm not the only one who coughs all the time! Thank you, Ali, for raising my self esteem."

Maddie goes next, and the exotic dancer watches her do so, glancing at their new friend, shooting her a wink and a smile. But the goth ups her game, instead. Cameron doesn't move when her chin is cradled, instead closing her eyes and parting her lips. She can feel the warm graze of the other woman, and inhales sharply. She keeps them closed for a few long moments afterwards, breathing out only when her lids reveal her brown eyes again.

"We doing some sharing now, huh? Okay. Okay. Let me try this." Cameron's eyes lock on Alison, as if gauging the redhead's reaction to her upcoming near-kiss, lips wrapping around the smoking hose of their apparatus. She inhales deeply, the Wiccan releasing to rise onto her hands and knees from the ground, crawling towards the waitress.

She slides her hands onto Alison's knees, and leans forward to try and share breath with her, to graze her lips soft and warm against the other woman's and exhale the smoke for her to absorb. Mixing second hand highs with first contact highs is probably weird, but Wiccans are weird, and witches are weirder still. Of course, resistance from Alison puts a stop to it immediately, but either way, Cameron smiles, coughs juuuuust a little after they've separated, and gives the waitress' thighs a little squeeze before backing off.

The hose is handed back to the redhead for their round-robin inhalation game.

Alison 's coughing turns into laughter at the line about leaving teeth marks in Cameron, then back to coughing, but she settles down once her lungs are cleared out from the harsher smoke that she inhaled inadvertently. "I feel.. something. I dunno." Breathing in and out, trying to get her breathing back to normal or so. Okay, there's certainly /something/ going on past the fading weed from earlier.

She rolls her eyes a bit about the coughing line, as if she had something to do with that. Alison eyes the two as they very nearly kiss, her pale cheeks reddening deeply at the little show. Oh dear. That's.. hmm, yes, that's something alright. Her hand goes to her hair, a slight nervous impulse, twirling a finger around the end of a few locks over her shoulder, but she doesn't look away. She feels her inner tension relax considerably once they break off, but then there's the further instruction and subsequent offer from Madison, and it's back in a big way. And then suddenly Cameron's crawling up on her, and there's a lot going on!

The waitress fixates on Cameron as she gets close, her lips parting to breathe in what is offered, and then squirms a little, cheeks cherry rid with embarassment as she's squeezed. "Oh, like that, okay, I think I.. oh jeez." She takes the hose and breathes in considerably smaller breaths than she did before, having a good deal more success than the last time she tried.

She crawls over to Madison and smiles somewhat sheepishly, then raises a hand up to the goth's chin, cupping her face and gently pulling to try to open her mouth, and then ever so slowly exhales into her mouth, turning her head slightly, just avoiding making direct contact by fractions of an inch. Considering her usual dexterity and level of intoxication at this point, it's something of a small miracle that she doesn't fall directly on top of her, but she manages to pull back afterwards, a stupid grin on her face as she holds the hose up towards Madison. That went a lot better than it could have, right?

"Shhh. Relax, Alison. You got this. You got me."

The words are whispered by the goth, as if they are for the redhead alone, even if Cameron can hear them clear as day. Her face is held, and althought a little sticky from having just put on a show, Madison is cool at the touch. Her mouth opens only when Alison makes it so, just so to draw Alison further into the physicality of it, glossy lips parting to take what the stranger has in store for the guitar player.

Madison grins when Alison averts her eyes, giving Cameron an amused sideglance. Surprising, really! Madison would like to say otherwise, but truth is that her eyes are her very best features, piercing and intense when she sucks it up and silences herself. Her lips do graze against Alison's once they part, and the new supporter of the Amulet can tell she is not dealing with a smoker, and someone who very much enjoys mint-flavored candy, even if the taste is very faint.

Soon enough, Madison smiles at the other woman, taking the hose, but not allowing her eyes to leave the redhead's, finding the other woman's wherever they may turn as she holds her breath. Only after a good while does she exhale, letting out the smoke escape past her painted lips.

All is said and done, and Madison tilts her head, eyeing the other woman still, a smile slowly forming on her mouth, something tinted with a little more than dumb intoxication, as the goth leans forward ever so slightly, one palm over the space between her and Alison. With her locks of black hair falling over her forehead and face, Madison is very much the poster girl for this sort of party.

A vision other people have between pangs of headaches the morning after, 'that girl' they keep remembering for a whole week straight. There is a hint of a promise in her eyes, that whatever happens next will be -fun-. "That was -very- good... but what about my kiss, Alison?" She whispers so very casually, beckoning the stranger with a finger, trouble written all over, inviting Alison to do the same she just did with the smoke, but go -just- a little further.

Cameron gets no verbal warnings, just an extended hand that demands more proximity to the singer, so the three of them can share a very weird moment. No, no, don't pay attention to the cellphones discreetly aimed at them! That is what Madison would call... free marketing.

Cameron laughs at Alison's confused befuddlement towards the thing Madison has decided to start. Just another day in the life when you're around the goth firecracker. Most weren't quite used to her level of crazy adventurism. But for the dancer, she simply closes her eyes, leans her head back, and enjoys the feeling of the warm fire, the energy of the people around them, the chill night air, and the intoxicants coursing through her system.

They open again when the redhead crawls towards Maddie, brown eyes flicking between them as a slow smile spreads across her face. For a moment, it turns into a wicked grin as she contemplates... something. One can see it in her eyes, if either of them were looking at her and not each other. But the moment passes without the brunette conspiring coming to life.

"Okay. You got me. That was hot."

Cameron looks down and shifts some, pressing her lips together as she watchings Madison breathe in the smoke and then exhale, before inviting the waitress to do more. To go further. The brunette looks between the two women, eyes flitting, that same, wickedly sinful smile. Biting her lower lip, she considers the way the goth reaches out for her without even looking.

The Wiccan slides to her fours again, once more crawling, this time to the goth, like a barely-tamed, somewhat-drunk jungle cat, to settle against her side, slipping an arm around Maddie's back, settling a hand on her hip. Her other reaches for the redhead's wrist, giving her a tug, gently pulling her towards the gothic guitarist. A skinny arm maneuvers until she can try and get one around either woman, softly pushing them together.

"Come on, Ali." The singer all but purrs. "Just a small one." Something in her tone suggests that she knows what the other two women will do won't be a 'small one'. Madison does not do things in small or half-assed fashion!

Are there cellphones present? Pay them no mind.

Alison 's inhibitions are essentially miles away as this goes on, somewhere between the drugs and genuine attraction to the other two, so she either doesn't see the phones, or chooses to ignore them. She doesn't need to be encouraged at this point, but the mere suggestions sound like outright commands to her ears.

The short redhead crawls directly on top of Madison, straddling her hips and planting her rear right into the woman's lap, hands coming up to embrace her cheeks, head dipping down to plant one hell of a kiss right on the lips, eyes darting over towards Cameron, conveying as much of a come hither expression as she can manage before closing them, her body pressing into the guitarist's.

Wait, wasn't this supposed to be something about breathing smoke from the hookah? Oh, whatever.

Madison nods slowly, some music building up in her brain as feels Cameron's palm along her back and the approaching Alison. Although her head waggles side to side subtly, the moments just before the crossing of that threshold immensely exciting, Madison allows the redhead to walk past the door alone, throw herself into the fire like a moth, drawn to this festival by pure serendipity.

As Alison straddles her lap, the black-haired woman hungrily takes her newfound fan's lips with a demanding desire, one hand planting on the side of the redhead's face to feel the pretty woman's skin, while the other rakes its fingernails along the back of Cameron, drawing her closer so she can scent the singer as she tastes their supporter.

Madison's kiss is something fiery, and the woman starts by boldly suckling the bottom tier of the other woman's mouth, sucking on it softly and letting go, doing it again, before canting her head and letting the warm muscle of her mint-flavored tongue glide along Alisons, the natural sparks of meeting a new mouth firing in her brains.

The goth smiles confidently into the kiss, not caring if she is putting on a relatively free show (fame is fame baby) for the cellphones as she makes out with a fan of theirs. That hand on Alison's face caresses the woman's cheek, her neck, and the side of her body, squeezing a hip and looping around that body, keeping the redhead where she is while that tongue wrestles the other woman's.

"MMf... fuck. Taste her, Cam. Here," she exhales after parting from Alison's mouth, to quickly capture her singer's lips with her own, slick with Alison's spit. More familiarity is found there, but no less fire, as Madison quickly shares the flavor of their fan with her lover, moaning into Cameron's mouth.

Caressing Cameron's face, Madison keeps an arm around Alison so she watches everything from up close, now in the thick of things, as the goth lets a line of her saliva, or Alison's, fall from the tip of her tongue to the other witch's, feeding the beautiful woman with the redhead's essence.

"Do you want to taste her, baby? Do you want a full taste?"

And assuming Cameron behaves, that she says the right things, that is exactly what she is allowed to do, as Madison keeps the woman on her lap, but leans back slightly just for her singer to get her share of their lovely fan.

As Alison gives in to temptation and climbs on top of Madison to make out with the woman, Cameron's hands slide over them both. She also leans in, pressing her lips to the base of the gothling's neck, nibbling and sucking at the skin there as her hands roam over each of the women's backs. Some passionate making out with strangers wasn't how she pictured this evening going, but one must go where the Horned God leads them, right?

The witch's hand roams the redhead, sliding under her shirt to feel the warm skin of her back, sliding her palm up, lightly raking her nails down. She rubs up and down the other woman's spine as her eyes take in the passionate, heady kiss between the other two. She leans her head down to bite at the guitarist's shoulder, while sliding her hand lower to take firm grip on the waitress' ass and give a firm squeeze.

She fondles the redhead's buttock, kneading the flesh under her pants there while her teeth drag along Madison's exposed skin. When the pair break off their make out session, Cameron lifts her head, a hunger in a dark eyes, but does not remove her hand. The goth has barely finished speaking when the singer's lips are on hers.

The stripper moans into her lover's mouth, tasting the minty candy the woman loves to eat, the flavor unique to her, weed, and... something else. Someone else. She coax's the goth's tongue between her lips, suckling hard on it, extricating the taste there for her own edification. As Maddie pulls her hair back to separate them, Cam opens her mouth, tongue languidly poking out, letting the drop of saliva hit and roll down it, into her mouth. She closes her lips and swallows, a dreamy, hazy, intoxicated sort of look in her eyes.

"Mmhmm. I want to taste her, Queen Mads..."

Cameron's hand slides from Alison's rear, up to around her waist as the brunette leans in, lips seeking the redhead's. Her other hand roams her partner, caressing up and down Madison's sides, to her shoulder, her neck. She softly strokes the side of the gothling's face and into her hair as she makes out with the waitress they barely know.

But that unfamiliarity doesn't stop her tongue from sliding between Alison's lips, or Cameron from teasing, massaging the other woman's oral muscle. To coax it out, bring it into contact with her own. Her own kiss is less fiery than the goth's. Less intense, without the lip-nibbling and tease of teeth. She is softer, slower, more deliberate in the way her mouth moves against the other womans.

When she finally breaks them apart, she turns to kiss Maddie's cheek. "Mm, maybe we should keep her all night?" It's a question, not a command. It reveals quite a bit about who is in charge between the two.

Alison eagerly, and passionately, presses back against Madison's mouth, her lips and tongue partaking in that delicious little tangle, her bright red lipstick smearing with all that friction. Soft little moans escape her throat, up until they break off, leaving poor Alison panting for breath, her small chest heaving, mouth left slightly ajar in a somewhat stupified expression. She wriggles into Cameron's touches, that hand on her ass in particular getting her moving, Alison arching to press it closer while still maintaining her little seat on top of Madison.

She watches Madison and Cameron kiss, then, her front row seat providing a pretty good spot to watch them, feeling their warmth. Or maybe that's the fire. Either way, her skin temperature climbs. She makes no motions towards trying to extricate herself from her current position.

And then she's kissing Cameron! Oh jeez. So much is going on. Alison lets her take the lead, meeting her soft mouth with cute little lip movements of her own, more lipstick smearing! Her mouth is so different than Madison's, but it's also so very nice. The redhead's hand goes to the taller woman's side, pressing up over her clothes to cup at one side of her chest. Before much longer, something about the softly hinted at power dynamic pops into her head and gives her pause, and then Cameron's pulled away. Hm. Interesting.

Alison's gaze goes back towards Madison upon hearing Cameron's.. suggestion? A grin sliding onto her face in some hint that she'd be receptive towards such a proposition.

Madison baloons her cheek so Cameron can kiss it, smiling at the suggestion. The goth doesn't answer right away, but she does eye Alison mischievously, seeing in those features that the woman would jump at the opportunity. Perfect, because Madison is quite favorable towards it as well.

"Start the car, baby."

She kisses Cameron's mouth once more, something without tongue, just a deliberate suck those juicy lips, tugging at them while eyeing the beautiful stripper.

As Cameron goes, Madison treads fingers through their newest fan's hair, her eyes finding the woman's as she grins. "I think you will be our favorite fan when this is all said and done, Ali. What do you say? You want a welcome party to Gray Harbor to put all others to shame?"

She smiles, and once again kisses the redhead, making out heavily with the pretty outsider as their fans finish the little video with Madison Holloway's hand going under Alison's shirt. The closer is less than a minute long, before the goth and the redhead stand, and Madison can be filmed yelling "SHOW'S OVER, YOU CRETINS! This is a place of worship! Have you no shame?!"

She laughs and blows a kiss to the cameras as she takes Alison by her hand, taking the newcomer to her ride with Cam. Hey, at least she will wake up to a very interesting breakfast situation!

Goodbye, Oak Moon '19, bitches!