What do you get when an angel gives a werecat catnip?

[undomesticated]

WHO: Riley, Gabriel, and everyone in this bar
WHAT: Catnip shenanigans
WHERE: All over the place
WHEN: Day 111
WARNINGS: Drugged up Riley being ridiculous

Gabriel's POV
With the blackout being over and things almost back to normal - or, well, as close as things ever got to normal in Cape Kore - Gabriel decided that what the community really needed was a little of the fun kind of chaos. And by the community, what he actually meant was himself. Same thing, right?

Of course, the normal Trickster business was off limits. Sure, he could get away with murder and torture here, he was powerful enough to get rid of almost anyone who tried to stop him, but it was a small town, and there was no guarantee that he wouldn't be reduced to human again. So, small stuff it was. And who better to play victim than Riley? Apart from having had the gall to be offended at his being rude, she was friends with Balthazar, and Gabriel was a tad possessive of his family now that he had them back. Besides, he was pretty sure he had the perfect way to have some non-lethal fun with her.

Catnip was easy for an archangel to create, after all, and even easier to sneak into her house. Assuming that she reacted like a normal cat - and he was really hoping that she would - all that was left was to sit back and wait for the drug to take its effect.

Riley's POV
She woke up slowly, more slowly than usual. She felt... good. Better than she had in a long while. Happy. Mellow. And yet oddly energized. God, something smelled awesome. Smiling, she wriggled in her bed as she slowly opened her eyes. Wait, she knew that smell...

She would have sat up, but that seemed like way too much effort at the moment. She did turn her head to the side and see a familiar clump of green. Aww, hell. Was that catnip? Only one way to find out. Her tongue darted out to bring the plant to her mouth, the taste exploding inside as she chewed on it. Yep. That was catnip. God, it smelled so good. She found herself rolling around in the bed, crushing the leaves and getting it all over her. And her bed. And in her mouth. Maybe she was helping that along by using her hands. She found that idea oddly hilarious, giggling as she chewed on a mouthful of the herb.

Ooh. You know what would be awesome? Going and seeing all her friends! Because today was clearly the best day in the whole wide world and everyone had to know that. She fell out of bed, legs tangled in the sheets from her earlier rolling, but that just made her laugh as she tried to untangle herself. She fell on her butt. Ha, ha. Butt.

She was in too good of a mood to worry about getting dressed, leaving her house in the sleep shorts and tshirt she'd gone to sleep in. Hey, at least she was wearing clothes, right? Right. She might also be taking some of the 'nip with her, crushing it in her hands and taking sniffs of it before breaking into a fit of giggles.

Leaving the house, she went looking for the first person to catch her attention. Ooh, who was that? Kamikazi-Kitty!


{ooc: Anyone is free to run into Riley at this point. It can be when she first leaves the house or perhaps a bit later after she's 'attacked' a few people. Everyone's welcome to try to deal with her and hopefully she won't out herself to the wrong person.

P.S., Gabriel's a poophead.}

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[undomesticated]

"How come you don't have a girlfriend? That's just silly. You're totally nummy." She rested her chin on his stomach, looking up at him with eyes that had very dilated pupils. "I bet you'd make a good boyfriend."

[runboyrun]

He just blinks at her. Yeeeaaah, that's a conversation he's glad they're not having sober.

Awkwardly, he pats her shoulder. "Well, I guess I'm like one of those magic-eye pictures, where you can only see my date-ability with the use of mind-altering drugs or a lot of alcohol."

[undomesticated]

"That's not true." She shimmied upward, hands reaching for his cheeks. Then she squished them together. "Just look at this face. It's so cute. It's like a little ball of cute wrapped up with chocolate chips. You're a chocolate chip cookie of cute."

[runboyrun]

He tried to speak, but it came out pretty garbled on account of face-squooshing. "Wng shood..." He grabbed her wrists, trying to gently pry her hands away from his abused cheeks.

[undomesticated]

She let him, smiling up at him like he should be totally happy that he was a giant chocolate chip cookie of cuteness. "So whatchya doing?"

She flopped over onto the side, but she was still oddly half-sprawled on him too.

[runboyrun]

"I came over to say hi." Managing to sit up, he rolled a shoulder, feeling the knot where he'd been doing too much heavy lifting. "Taking a break from working on the lighthouse. You know, we should probably get you inside. And, I dunno. A glass of water or something."

[undomesticated]

"But I don't wanna go inside. I wanna stay out and play." She gave him the brightest smile she could muster, fluttering her lashes at him before she turned and began to wriggle on her back.

[runboyrun]

He very almost tickled her stomach. But she wasn't actually a giant cat, and random touching could cause a whole host of miscommunications when she was this out of it.

"It's the 'play' part that worries me."

[undomesticated]

"Don't you wanna play, Stiles?" She lifted a hand and batted at one of his, a supremely pleased smile on her face. She looked like she was five minutes away from a nap.

[runboyrun]

He swatted her hand right back, chuckling despite himself. "I've seen how weres play. And I'm a pretty delicate human being, lots of bones to break and stuff."

It wasn't like he thought she'd deliberately hurt him, but a stoned werecat could probably get pretty boisterous.

[undomesticated]

She gaped at him. "I would never hurt you. Not even accidentally." She pouted now, lower lip jutting out as she looked up at him, hurt.

[runboyrun]

"Hey, now." He ran his fingers lightly over her palm, aiming for tickling. "Scott tried to kill me like three times. I'm just overly cautious when it comes to weres rough-housing."

[undomesticated]

She smiled at the tickle, then sat up and looked down at him. "That's why you don't rough house with weres, silly." Then she lifted his shirt and blew on his belly, giggling before getting up and bolting for the side of the house, where she promptly dove behind and turned to peek out at him.

[runboyrun]

Stiles, unabashedly, screamed like a little girl. "Oh, it is on."

Jumping to his feet, he dashed after her with a whoop.

[undomesticated]

She shrieked when she saw him running towards her, jumping up and heading to the back of the house, but she also couldn't stop giggling.

[runboyrun]

There was no way he was going to catch her, not unless she let him, but he was having fun trying. And that was a novelty of its own.

"Get back here, you little-"

[undomesticated]

He didn't catch her so much as she slowed down and pounced on him when he got close enough. That was sort of the same thing, right?

[runboyrun]

Aaand back to the ground they went. He let out a loud 'oof', far more masculine than his earlier yelp, then followed with a melodramatic groan.

"Owwww, my ass."

[undomesticated]

"Hey, I was gentle that time." She was looking down at him with a grin, definitely in the best of moods right then.

[runboyrun]

He groaned again, but his lip was twitching into a faint little smile. "Yeah, but the ground had other ideas."

[undomesticated]

"Aww, does Stiles have a boo boo? Should I kiss it better?"

[runboyrun]

"Not unless you want a healthy dose of embarrassment and regret to go with that hangover you're gonna be nursing tomorrow."

[undomesticated]

"I'm not drunk, silly." She was happy to half-sprawl on him again, tangling her limbs with his as they lay there in the yard. It's a good thing no one was walking by, otherwise this could look bad.

[runboyrun]

"No, but you're high enough that you might wanna watch out for low-flying aircraft. And that's gonna hurt when it wears off."

He sighed, mentally giving up on any sort of being mature about this - although most of that had been abandoned when he started chasing her - and patted her hair.

"Seriously, what did you get into?"

And would it work on werewolves?

[undomesticated]

"I didn't get into anything. I woke up with it. And it's so awesome. Now I know why mom kept telling us to stay away from it. Ha! Can you imagine Finn and Brian like this?" She laughed, trying to playfully nip at his fingers as he patted her head.

"I think someone put it there." This was clearly the most logical she was going to be today and tomorrow she'd try to figure out who it was. But for now, it was time to enjoy the high.