Cassie smiles into the pillow as she feels her girlfriend moving against her back. Any thought of pain had totally gone now as she just enjoys this sensual moment between them. She reaches behind to touch Kari's hip as she lifts herself almost onto her knees, waiting for the moment when she will feel that pleasure again. When she does and she feels Karoliena's finger at the same time she kisses her, Cassie moans and arches her back again. "Kari," she whispers as she gently sways her hips. "I love you so much."

Vara Gallo had been at the party for a couple hours now - she knew the people throwing it, and she was always a fan of the pre-party rituals. But now about two or three hours into the party, she was already fairly drunk and high on whatever substances had been offered to her, which had been a lot so far. Now the lights of the party were starting to make her see things in the shadows, and she found herself spending most of the time dancing in place, staring up at the ceiling.

"Vara, you okay?" Somebody asks her, and she gaves a dazed nod.

"Dammi da bere," she response in her native Italian tongue which nobody at the party understands, so they leave her alone.

Vara glances over when she hears somebody ask her if she wants a drink. She turns towards the person speaking and raises her eyebrows, as if to say 'Of course I fucking do, that's what I just asked for, as a drink was exactly what she had asked her friend to get her in Italian. "Vodka with lemon," she says simply, her voice dazed and distant-sounding.

Vara takes her drink and down about half of it in one sip. She had been drinking for so long in her life that the taste of alcohol didn't even so much as make her cringe. In fact, she loved the burning sensation it gave her in the back of her throat. "Outside?" She asks, raising an eyebrow. Who even was this guy? She finished the rest of the drink and then shrugs. "Yeah, sure, whatever." She makes her way through the crowd of people towards the balcony door, pushing people out of her way if she had to. She had no fucks to give tonight.

Once outside, Vara starts fishing around in the pockets of her skinny jeans for her cigarettes and a lighter. She lights one up and then shoves the crumbled pack back into her jeans with a bit of difficulty - the jeans were really tight. "Hey," she says back simply when he introduces himself. She didn't expect that she would have to introduce herself to him, assuming that everybody knew who Vara Gallo, the Italian Queen of Electronica, was.

"Ugh, how old are you? Twelve?" Vara says back with disgust when he tells her she should stop smoking. She rolls her eyes and takes another drag of her cigarette, blowing the smoke in Chris' face.

Vara rolls her eyes, but laughs a little bit as well. At least the guy had a sense of humor. She wasn't in the mood to get into a fight, especially when this party had been great so far. "You don't know who I am?" She rolls her eyes again. Her songs had been on the radio. Both of her albums had reached #2 in the charts. She wasn't going to be mistaken for a normal, non-famous person, especially not tonight. She was about to say some choice words to this person when two girls walked by the balcony and spotted her.

"Oh my fucking god, that's Vara Gallo," one of them squeals, running over to her.

Vara grins at Chris as turns to her fans - two girls who seemed to be far too young to be at this party. "Hey. Nice to meet you or whatever, now get out of my face," she tells them. To any other person, that would be considered incredibly incredibly rude, but because she was famous and these people liked her, this was seen as quirky and awesome by her fans. They squeal in delight and walk away. Vara motions to the two girls that are walking away and shrug. "That's, uh... that's me. Vara Gallo."

Vara raises her eyebrows and laughs. The party was one of the biggest ones in the New York area that night. She was sure that if Chris looked hard enough, he could find several famous people around, not just her. "I think it's the other way around, man. What the fuck are you doing here? The only reason why we're even talking right now is because it would be rude to not talk to somebody who buys you a drink."

Vara raises her eyebrows again and laughs, throwing her head back, handing her empty cup to Chris. "Why don't you get me another and you can find out yourself?" she tells him, giving him a small smile.

Vara nods as she takes her drink back from Chris and takes a sip. So enjoyable. "Yeah, it's alright. I've been to better. My friend, Mariko - Mariko Kobayashi, she's pretty cool if you've heard of her - and I went to this really fucking awesome party in Japan last year. That's where all the cool parties are. Other places. Never where you are." She takes a sip of her drink, deciding to drink this one slower than the one before, and sighs. "So... who are you? Like, what do you do? How old are you? Jesus, if I flirt with you, am I going to go to jail?"