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 Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 10:14 pm
"Right," Antony muttered, but not pushing it any further, instead watching him snuff out his blunt with mild disinterest.
"Nah, not too picky," she reassured, eyes glancing at the window and the surrounding damage, eyebrow raising slightly. Still, at least it didn't look something that was hard to fix, though she made a mental note not to walk over there in case of stray broken glass.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 10:20 pm
"Good," he said simply as they reached his duplex and he threw open the door.
The place was still pretty messy from his little fit, but it didn't smell like old laundry and food like it had previously. It reeked of pot. Lots and lots of pot.
The only thing that looked potentially nice and tidy was the assortment of glass liquor bottles along a shelf over the bed, complete with shot glasses and half-drank bottles of pop. Most of the bottles were on the verge of being empty. Along side those bottles was his large baggie of weed that looked like it hadn't been touched due to the vast amount in it. The rest of the room was a disaster.
He didn't bother apologizing for the mess...why apologize for something he wasn't sorry for? Instead, he gave a haphazard wave to take a seat in either the one remaining chair or on his bed, whichever struck her fancy, then went to dig around the cupboards for the food he'd nabbed lately.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 10:34 pm
Blinking as the wall of pot hit her, she merely chuckled inwardly and gave an owlish grin towards the bottles of liquor. With the wave, Antony made her way over to his bed, sitting down on it before deciding that the liquor, in fact, needed her attention.
Up onto her hands and knees, she crawled to the head of the bed, remaining on her knees when she reached out to examine a very lovely bottle of what seemed to be vodka. Now, was it the good stuff... Or was it the cheap, grainy stuff that Antony and her friends would drink way back in high school due to lack of funds.
A squeal escaped her lips when she saw that it was the good stuff and her eyes gleamed with joy as they looked up to continue hawking the shelf. That would all come later, right now, she had a date with her friend, Mr. Grey Goose.
Plucking a clean shotglass from the shelf, Antony planned for a later menage a trois between her, Grey Goose, and Captain Morgan, and should luck have it, Jamal could join in too.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 10:42 pm
Jamal soon returned with arms full of snack-sized bags of chips, some individually wrapped snack cakes, a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, and some various crackers and cheese in a spraycan. This was dumped on his crumbled bedspread, his expression giving him the impression of being some sort of benevolent saint.
"Not a bad idea," he commented, seeing her go for the liquor. He was much more in the sharing mood when he was high and starving. As long as he could eat something, he wouldn't care that she was taking his booze. He could always get more as long as the last place he stole this from was restocked. He tore into a swiss cake roll and jammed it in his mouth, then reached up for his favorite bottle of liquor...oh, Captain Morgan, how Jamal missed thee.
However, he wasn't enchanted with shot glasses tonight. He opened the bottle with a flourish and took a straight shot right from the container after swallowing his sugary treat. Mmmm....
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 10:54 pm
It was raining snacks! Grabbing for the last Twinkie in sight before she opened Le Grey, Antony ripped open the package and took a bite of little devil. The rest of said snack didn't last much longer and she was soon pouring herself a shot.
Shots helped her keep count, and thus, helped her gauge when to stop as to not a) vomit profusely the entire night, or b) receive the retribution of the Hangover from Hades.
Without wasting a moment, the shot was downed and she returned her attention to the pile o'snacks, sorting through the crinkling wrappers for something chocolate-y and an embodiment to all that was good in the world. Oh where art thou Mr. Snickers bar of love.
Peering up at Jamal (way up), Antony sent him a look purely of impish nature before letting her eyes leisurely scan down his body before pouring herself shot numero dos.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 11:04 pm
Somehow this impromtu 'dinner' in his duplex with some strange woman he didn't know all that well (but had seen PLENTY of) didn't seem to bother him in the least. If anything, this was oddly reminiscent of home....
He flopped on the bed with the bottle of rum clutched by the neck, grinning to himself as the high was accentuated by the buzz of liquor in a very slow manner, like it was creeping slowly up his spine to dabble leisurely over his brain like a low-hanging fog.
Jamal, for once, didn't notice the casual look over he'd just received from Antony. He was too busy pressing the mouth of the bottle to his lips again to take a swig. This whole drinking thing was waaaaay more fun when others were involved in the process.
"Findin' what ya' need in there?" he asked lazily with a sly grin as he tilted the bottle back to level and set it on the bedside table. Jamal then reached out to also browse what he'd thrown on the bed, having forgotten exactly what he'd grabbed in the first place.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 11:16 pm
"******** aye," she murmered smoothly, slightly sensual even, just before she took the shot back with a soft murr. Oh how she loved Grey... and Goose too.
That reminded her, she hadn't seen Top Gun in a long time. Mental note that one.
After the bottle top to the vodka was replaced, which took far too much concentration than Antony wanted to expend, she crawled over Jamal to set the bottle of Grey Goose next to his one of rum. Couldn't let the Captain get lonely now could she?
Watching him reach for the mound of snacks over her, she shook her head sadly, finally registering his question, "No chocolate~..." Turning too look up at him once again, she gave him the puppy dog eyes that only ever came out when she was intoxicated.
Her attention was soon captured by the problem of where to put her hand down so she wouldn't fall. She was failing miserably with this task as well.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 11:24 pm
The Captain certainly looked much less lonely there now that it had a partner in crime beside it. He lingered on the idea of having himself a taste of it, however, he very keenly heard the slight lilt of disappointment to her voice as she expressed concern over the lack of chocolate and rolled over onto his belly so he was right next to her on the bed, propped up by his elbows.
Jamal pursed his lips thoughtfully in a slight frown as he regarded his pile of snacks. No chocolate? How grevious an error on his part; he knew that women liked chocolate.
"Mmm...I know I got some 'round herr..." he said slowly, though made no move to get up right away to get it. He had to remember first where it might be.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 11:34 pm
Antony watched him shift, allowing herself to sink lower, and lower, and lower yet again till she was laying back almost entirely. Now she couldn't fall down. Problem solved!
"Really?" she gained a look of sheer excitement at the possibility of chocolate... for her! Her eyes watched his darker ones for signs of him remembering exactly where Mr. Snickers was currently dwelling.
Reaching down to scractch a mysterious itch on the side of her stomach, Antony pushed the rogue snack back that had been poking her off the bed, sentencing it to banishment until later consumption.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 11:42 pm
Jamal tried very hard to remember...so very hard...but it just wasn't coming to him. Well, maybe if he tore apart the cabinets again, he'd find it.
The black man all but slithered off the bed and went for the cupboards which he had just left a moment ago and started to dig through their mostly empty spaces for signs of the elusive chocolate bars. Papers slid to the floor as he carelessly pawed around, boxes fell over inside the compartments...A hah!
He lifted a smaller box full of halloween-sized chocolate bars from the very top shelf; he'd forgotten that he raided the halloween snack table back at the party because he was drunk then. Whoops!
"Found it!" he declared loudly as he saunter/stumbled back to the bed, again flopping on the bed and presenting her with with his "treasure". Sadly, there weren't many Snickers in there, but he didn't know that's what she particularly craved. Instead, he dumped the contents onto the bed with all the rest of the food items and gave her a keen look to see if it was alright. Why he really cared, he wasn't sure....but damn she was -fine- as hell up close.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 11:56 pm
Antony watched him leave sadly, but soon perked up at all the rummaging. He was going to find her Snickers! How kind, and awesome, and ******** awesome that was. Really.
While he was off searching through his cabinets, Antony reached a hand out and snuck the Captain over to her, taking a stealthy swig before returning him too the Goose.
His declaration made her jump, luckily after the bottle had been replaced on the nightstand and the tattooed woman's eyes gleamed hungrily at the pile of chocolate just deposited on the bed before her like some godly... Goddessly offering to her. After a bit of searching, a Snickers was plucked out of the rest, unwrapped, and popped into her mouth with a groan.
Utterly perfect.
Swallowing after a good long bit of chewing, Antony grinned over to him and patting her bare stomach in satisfaction, "Mmm...mmm... good!" She crooned, chewing absently on her lip ring when she noticed that it was, in fact, still there.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 12:05 am
Jamal grinned like a little school boy, pleased that she was pleased! Alright then, that was taken care of. But...there was more liquor to be had.
While she was taking her time to chew up her chocolate bar, he reached over her to get at the Goose, which he took a long draught from, then cradled the bottle between his arms once it was recapped. Mixing his liquor generally never gave him a problem before and he doubted tonight would be any different.
As she patted her stomach, he got a wicked smile that spread slowly over his features, his dark eyes glinting harshly to reflect the expression on his face. "Yeah...chocolate is pretty damn good...but...ya know, there be betta kinds of chocolate then candy bars," he murmured in her ear cryptically, his breath warm on the back of her neck while he spoke, then pulled away as he went to replace the bottle on the table to spare it from being knocked on the ground. Jamal couldn't stand alcohol abuse and he'd be damned if any booze was wasted carelessly on his watch.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 12:16 am
She should have known this was coming, innuendo was one of Antony's talents, but due to her current state of mind, her brain wasn't working as well or as quickly as she might have liked. What she DID know was that not cold shivers had just creeped down her spine, a low murr releasing from her throat as her eyes half lidded.
And then he moved away. That was enough to sober her up for at least a moment, "Bloody tease."
Fine, he wanted to play that game, then she was going to play too. While he was attending to the alcohol, Antony reached out to trail her fingertips along his stomach, absently tracing the lines of the lightly defined muscles that resided there. Her eyes remained half lidded, and her attention was kept on her fingertips, gaze following them with deep interest.
Down his hip, lower, lower... And then her fingertips hit a dead end, the waistband of his boxers. Therefore she stopped, pulling her hand back slowly and tilting her gaze up to glance at his expression.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 12:22 am
"Me? A tease?" he rumbled in a rhetorical fashion, eyes fixed acutely on her fingers, which were making their lazy path across his stomach. The back of his neck tingled some, but whether it was from the booze or the sensation of light fingertips on his belly, he wasn't sure.
He was sure she had bitten his 'bait' but as soon as her hand moved away, he lifted a brow and gave her one of those expectant looks that she had shot him earlier today during the skinny-dipping session.
"If yous gonna touch, then I get ta touch. Thems da rules, ya know..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 12:32 am
A smirk tugged at her lips, and it soon became obvious that she knew what she was doing, "Are they now?"
She let a lengthy pause hang in the air before continuing, "Well then..." Antony leaned upwards, letting her lips hang dangerously close to his ear lobe, a low, harsh whisper matching his earlier expression, "Then what are you waiting for?" A light n** or two later and she pulled away, eyes clearly expressing a few... beyond PG-13 needs and desires that needed to be taken care of immediately.
Absently, her body shifted closer to him, the crinkle of wrappers going unnoticed.
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