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[ Sonja/Kai dares - anything goes ]

"Always prepared, huh?" She hadn't mean't much by it but then again, the only pocket she had was inside of her coat.

She eyed the pen, her lips scrunching for a moment in thought before she shook her head and relinquished the pen back over to Kai.

"I trust ya' to do me justice." She stretched the rest of her sleeve on her right arm up before stretching it out before him. "Always wanted something on my arm. Just lacked the funds for it and this is 'bout as close I'll probably get."

[ Sonja/Kai dares - anything goes ]

Kai took the pen back and watched her roll up her sleeve, but as he thought of his two options of either boobs or a d**k, he considered that maybe boobs that were covered would work just fine.

He uncapped the marker and then paused, looking up at her with widening eyes. You want a tattoo." A slow smile started to slip on his features. "What would you want?"

[ Merric dares - anything goes ]


He hesitated a moment, then leaned over to Lysander, since Roswell was, apparently, being instructed to strip and otherwise occupied. Both men looked a little flustered, or maybe that was just the amount of people in the room making things feel a little more warm.

"Are you all right?"

[ Mik/Malk/Nash Dare]

Terry didn't add anything more to the dare. But one corner of his mouth was quirked up. He was clearly enjoying the whole spectacle.

[ Sonja/Kai dares - anything goes ]

"Kind of mulled it over for a while but I've been wantin' a sleeve. Like from top of my shoulder down to my wrist. Rough idea but I'd been wantin' a classic Sukeban girl. Lookin' tough and like she could take on the world, y'know?" She had grown inspiration from hearing about them when she was younger. While some of what they did probably weren't great, they seemed to always stand as a group.

Much like her 'family' had.

"Again, kinda rough idea but I'd like to see about getting that then branchin' off of that." The smile she had was different. A little distant but still pleasant. Not something she often showed.

[ Soleil dares - anything goes ]

"Now, since I'm wantin' to keep a little theme here outside of that there violence over there," She thumbed over to Nash and Malk. "I dare you to give a full-on kiss to someone. Your choice." She pointed to the girl from earlier that had dared her to remove her mask.

[ Malkam - Anything goes ]

"NOT WITH FAGS," he burst, the honey driving him over the edge, and then, standing stock-still at the word, turning immediately to Mik, "I mean him, not you- you're not like...s**t, I knew it was going to go this way."

His hand was trembling and still clenched up in a fist.

"Touch me again and you're dead," he said, pointing at Nash.

[ Roswell - Anything goes ]

Roswell paused, eyeing the small scuffle but deciding it was better to take advantage while attention in the room was elsewhere. He was already a little ruffled and more loosely-dressed, and he adjusted and fussed with his outfit, buttoning his sleeve cuffs and doing his tie again, with the singular intention of taking it all off again.

"Right," he said again, and eyeing Mik. "Everyone in here is over 18, aren't they?"

You can do it, Tom, Gilden cheered him.

"Perhaps you'd better take a seat too, sir," he said, pressing Lysander gently into the seat he had just vacated.

Roswell browsed his phone to select the song Work From Home

And got immediately and professionally to work. He started without fireworks, abdomen rolling a few, slow times to find the beat of the music.

He teased at his tie, holding it out and letting one hand go down the entire length, before dropping to explore his chest and shrug out of his jacket. He had chosen the song for relevancies sake, but had not remembered all of the lyrics, and tried not to get too red as the music crooned suggestions in entirely office-related terms.

In spite of himself, the jacket ended up neatly folded in a chair. He tried to make this erotic, but the fact of the matter was that clothes did not belong in a pile on the floor, whatever the situation.

He left the tie, and undid his shirt from the throat down to his chest. He was deft with the buttons, and his small build was surprisingly fit. The tie stayed on. He made some very crude and suggestive gestures using his belt.

There was not an enticing way to step out of pants, which is why Roswell suspected most strippers used velcro tear-aways. He did, at the very least, make the most of being bent over. He also made good use of a table, which within the context of the song, didn't seem to far off from a desk, giving the surface a good amount of attention with his hips. The chair he was folding his clothes into also received some attention.

He gave the chair Lysander was sitting in at least one good walk-around, because fair was fair, his fingertips lingering on Lysander's neck and shoulders.

All that was left was a silky pair of boxers, and he flirted with the band with his thumb.

"Did you specify Full Monty, Mr. Corvin?"

[Mikael - Anything]

Mik desummoned the gun at the yell about fags, lowering it with a grim and a little bit wounded look which did not soften when Malkam tried to mitigate his comment.

He wanted to cry but he was really good at not crying and just smiled instead, all sweetness and light as he went over to kiss Nash, not about to kiss him on the cheek either, offering more than that and with a bit of a vengeance in it. Fags. Other people, different and wrong though he kept trying to say it wasn't the case.

He tasted like candy undercut with something foresty and snowy, something feral. He didn't look back at Malkam. "Ok, there won't be any fighting, that's good."

[ Roswell - Anything goes ]

"I'm not ok." Lysander said quietly to Merric, but he didn't get to explain what that meant as the music kicked in.

Lysander watched the stripping with a wild look and when Ros brushed him with his fingertips he practically bristled, as if the boldness of it angered him. He looked incredibly uncomfortable and incredibly tense.

"He didn't." he said coldly.

[ SEREN DARES - Nothing Romantic/ No Rule Breaking / Nothing 2sexual] [ 3 Dares ]

Seren heard what Malkam was saying, and was on her feet again in moments, moving between Malkam and Nash, eyes narrowed and pissed the ******** off in moments. "If you can't handle the goddamn dares, you homophobic p***k, then get the ******** out of the game. Punches aren't kisses, and kissing your own hand is just fail masturbation. Gonna have to punch me before I let you punch him, because this isn't alright."