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 Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 10:21 pm
Chel rolled her eyes. Of course it stank and she rolled off, but Chel had grown up with Chris. Farts were nothing. Half the time, she was the one farting in his face.
Besides, he was already tied up. The damage was done and Dawson was screwed. "Now you just ruined the hall for everyone," Chel scolded. "You ain't accomplished jackshit."
She fanned and took one of Dawson's leg, gesturing to Chris. "Get his other leg man. I already busted his door earlier 'fore you got here."
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 10:26 pm
Chris rolled off of Dawson with a snort that dissolved into a fit of laughter. Farts were never not hilarious. He held his ribs as he struggled to his feet, still fighting off his giggling. "Man you gotta lay off whatever you been eatin'. Yer gonna kill someone with that s**t. Literally."
He dutifully began tugging the other leg. Unfortunately there was probably some mild form of carpet burn in his future. "Too bad yer already tied up. Too late. Yer gonna have to tell us everything now."
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 10:29 pm
was his whiny response, and they were spared the rest as Dawson had to fight to keep his head from dragging against the ground along with the rest of his body. They busted his door down too? Would he never have nice things in the basement?
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 11:11 pm
"Tried ******** you," Chel pointed out, scrolling through her phone as she pulled. Through the door they went, and Chel was nice enough to pull a chair towards Dawson for him to sit in. At least there was that.
Once he was seated Chel put her hands on her hips and let out a heavy groaning sigh. Dawson was heavy.
Around his room were a bunch of little crafts projects which shouldn't have surprised her, yet it still did. It was cute and she was moderately impressed. Had she not been on a mission, she probably would have cooed and squealed, asking him about all the different projects with varying levels of interest.
"Aight broseidon, spill. Pool boy stories~"
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 11:15 pm
Chris let Chel do most of the heavy lifting. She was a sun. She could handle it. It was like training.
The mess in the room wasn't the beer cans he'd seen scattered everywhere the last time. The crafts projects were a strange but positive step up from that. He hadn't known Dawson was so into crafty s**t.
"Please tell me you wore a speedo. Like full on embarrassing banana hammock."
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 11:20 pm
Chel's retort stung bad enough that he shut up for the rest of the drag back to his room, the friction against the stone floor setting off a slow-burning nettled feeling that quickly ate up the whimpering behavior from before. Wasn't it bad enough to get roped up and tied like a hog?
His jaw set, Dawson glared at them with a red face that was only partially due to carpet burn. All this over some stupid pool boy stories? Then they'd have to make him talk.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2015 11:24 pm
Chel did the heavy lifting, Chris did the cracking. That seemed like appropriate placement for their roles.
She gestured for Chris to move closer to Dawson and then took a picture over her shoulder with her phone. She was definitely taking this very seriously.
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2015 11:29 am
Chris grinned and patted Dawson's cheek gently. "C'mon buddy. Turn that frown upside down." Maybe they were going overboard, but it was very fun for them. This was some movie grade s**t.
"If you tell us all your embarrassing pool boy stories we'll let you go. We just need to know."
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2015 11:48 am
He opened his mouth and then promptly shut it when he heard the snap of the camera. Wow. A whole new shade of red hit his face as he felt a sting of shame. Just because he was used to roughhousing didn't meant he liked it. The cousins were having way too much fun and he wasn't feeling it.
"Yeah? Tha's it?" Chris might have recognized the edge i his voice from back when he was drunk and frustrated. "Once upon a time, I took some summer jobs doin' pool cleanin' t'get some pocket cash, n' none a'tha' stupid s**t y'all were talkin' about ever happened 'cause life ain' like the movies, n' pools can really smell like horse s**t n' look rank as hell if ya don' take care've it. The end."
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2015 12:04 pm
Chel was idly tapping away on her phone. "This was my idea not Chris'," she threw out. Just because she didn't want Chris taking all the blame (or the credit). "He's ********' gettin' off to it though, look at him." She was referring to Chris seeing Dawson tied up, not the other way around.
She slapped Chris on the shoulder and then went back to tapping on her phone.
But she was listening. Mentally recording.
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2015 3:08 pm
Chris sputtered, wheeling away from Dawson like he'd been burned. "I'm not getting off on it. What the ********." His ears might have gone bright pink. You couldn't prove it. He tugged his hood up just in case.
"Maybe we went too far. Should we untie him?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2015 3:23 pm
He wiggled in his chair extra pathetically and prayed to freaking Jesus to give him the strength to deal with these numbskulls. Why was Chel on her phone? Who was she talking to? Dear God she posted something didn't she.
"Yeah you best untie me. Ya God damn terrists," Dawson growled as he fought against the rope uselessly. Where was the extra strength as a hunter everyone kept talking about? "Who the hell ties up a guy t'make him talk 'bout stupid s**t? What the ******** wrong with ya'll?" He thought they were friends.
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2015 3:28 pm
Chel sighed because her head was starting to hurt. She momentarily put the phone in her pocket. If Chris was going to be gay and Dawson was going to be difficult-
She sat on his lap and gingerly put her arms around his neck smoothing down his hair. "Lots wrong with us, but we're just havin' a bit of fun. Y'can't drop a secret on twitter and expect us not to start somethin'." She pulled Dawson's hat off and put it on her own head. "'Sides, we just like the picture of you in a speedo." Emphasis on we as she gave him an apology kiss on the cheek.
Chel gestured to the DVDs she'd left on a chair. "We brought stuff to make up for it. Don't be sour, party pooper." She then gestured for Chris to untie the poor b*****d.
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2015 6:06 pm
"So many things wrong with us," Chris nodded in agreement, and very wisely didn't comment about the speedo thing. He felt like he was walking a tightrope. He made a face at Chel practically giving Dawson a lap dance, but threw him an thumbs up anyways because he was a bro.
"If you're a good boy I might even cook you dinner," he quipped as he began working on the knots. It was a lot easier to work with when Dawson wasn't flailing on the floor.
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2015 6:41 pm
"Gay," Chel threw in at Chris' last remark.
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