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decadence
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One you could have done without, I'm guessing! Thank goodness you weren't asleep and got the fire dept there in time!
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A girl wakes in the middle of the night,
the silence in the dungeon is a bit eerie, unsettling,
yet she feels - knows - she is safe inside her cell.A girl is somewhat aware of what's been happening with Faith's property,
and hopes he has been enjoying it all.
He strikes her as a gentleman, in the truest sense of the word.
They've not had much chance to talk.
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vickyhiggins has started a new game with the following players:
vickyhiggins
-strolls in... tall, dark, dressed just in jeans... with some muscle... looks around before sitting down-
Bar
"Care is. Mei, not so much."See, but Dee should hate him. He's the villain.
"Huh, neat."
A moment, a soft smile. "We should form a club, or something."
That laugh has his smile widening. "Could have a small penis."
Can't stop the pinkening, but well, it's making you smile, so that's okay.
"Welcome." It is a pretty name.
Even drunk, it's slightly shy as he adds. "Please? I... snuggles would be good." Maybe it would let him get a good night's sleep.
Likewise, they're draining their drink and tapping a card to pay for their food. Then ordering an Uber, because no, no one is driving.
Kind of a new way to take someone home, but he's not really objecting. Feeling a little less alone seems like a big win. So they'll take you home, offer you PJs, and be a perfect gentlethem.
You can discover that he will take his shirt off in the middle of the night, because he overheated. Hopefully that'll be a fun discovery.
For now... they're off. (l/p)
Bar
And your friends, are they judgmental?Curiously, more than any sort of pressure. And, if Dee doesn't hate you, she can't imagine your mutual friends will either. Not that she thinks she's going to convince you tonight.
Oh, it means yes, in Arabic.
Before you can even get to the second sentence, she's nodding.
People say that about me too.
Though she doesn't actually snort, it's a near thing when you call her out for flirting, a laugh that has her hand lifting to cover her mouth.
Well, that definitely decides things then. Emotionally open and a nice ass? How can I lose?
Even looking at your face, she can tell that your ears are turning pink and it makes her grin a little.
Thank you.
You're considering her offer to take you home and she sips from her drink, not pressuring you. But she also won't actually just leave you here. Or anywhere unsafe. So there's a warmer smile when you agree.
If you want me to stay, I can stay.
Her eyes glitter as you go on to explain what you mean.
To snuggle.
After all, she isn't sure sleeping with her will help you win Dee back.
With that, she's downing the last swallow of her drink. Once she has the bartender's attention, she'll close out her tab and they can figure out logistics. Like, is your place close enough to walk or do they need an Uber? Because she's not driving and you're definitely not driving.
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He tends toward the warm himself, so the contrast is pleasant, at least for him. So he'll squeeze back."No, but I'm pretty... not judgey." Nor is the fear of losing them rational, at this point. Dee, weirdly, he's clear doesn't hate him. But he does, so, that's what it keeps coming down to.
A shaky breath, returning the tightness of that grip. Free hand lifting to rub at their eyes.
"Naeam?" That's a new one.
"You sure? I'm kind of a lot." Too much, told such by far too many people.
You can see the utter befuddlement at why you'd want to hang out with them, especially after what you've heard. It's the flick of eyes down, then up, that clue them in on, "ohhh, we're flirting!" Out loud, because yes, drunk.
"It's a very nice ass, if that helps." A glimmer of humour there, instead of the bleakness that it shifted away. And again, just the tips of his ears going a bit pink.
A hesitant smile, "Talia. Pretty name."
A moment's consideration, then a "yes, please." Because the fragility they're feeling remains, as do the wounds.
"Um, to stay over, or an escort?" They don't think you're trying to sleep with them tonight, but like, they're drunk, so who knows? Frankly, if you stayed and cuddled, that would be nice. Sober, not a thing they'd suggest but, "staying over, that's not just innuendo, it could be, like, snuggles."
Sometimes, being drunk makes things infinitely simpler.
#r-dogtown@soi After a totally uneventful dine-and-dash in Southie, lowlife criminals MILLIE and EZ Mike flee back to Dogtown to discuss, in exasperation, what happened and what it might mean.…only for a pair of Gongo's gangers to show up unawares and get brutally ambushed. Mike fails to snatch some pills from Millie, who then proceeds to lead him away to their safehouse.