|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Interesting Conversationalist
|
 Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 11:40 pm
Petra's eyebrows lifted as she watched Jerry literally gulp down the drink, like it was the first thing he had drank in hours and hours of being in the hot sun. Which concerned her greatly. If he was dehydrated, an alcoholic drink was not the thing to be consuming, especially not on an empty stomach. Lowering her glass a little, the Death hunter straightened a bit, midnight blue eyes flicking around slowly to scan the area for one of those guys who carried around beverages and snacks, lifting a hand to flag one down from across the beach. The sun hunter had sat down, at least -- that calmed her considerably, Petra moving to her friend's side to stand just to his left, listening to him quietly. He took the moment to put down the drink, apparently due to a brain freeze, and her eyebrows nearly touched her hairline at the word 'alcoholic,' one hand reaching to touch the rim of his glass, holding it down gently for the moment.
"Jerry."
There was definite concern there, now. Worry like few had so rarely heard had seeped into her voice, her tone sounding almost normal instead of monotonous, like she'd forgotten to hide it for that second. Her eyes, too, looked a little pained, especially when he called her a good friend, but she didn't reply, and the expression vanished after a moment, as if realizing her mistake. He did not need her to be one of them -- from the sound of it, he hadn't been taking too well to 'them' thinking this of him, to Sasha's anger at his intoxication. And his admittance that the day had not been going as well as it could have was only one more nail in the coffin. He'd needed this, by his own admission.
Still... old memories died hard.
The beverage guy -- a rather striking sunkissed youth -- had come around, looking pleased at the potential sale to a pair of busty ladies. Petra motioned at a bottle of water and a plate of assorted fruits, ignoring how the man looked put out as she handed him some cash a little brusquely. These things she offered to Jerry, the bottle first placed near him on the little round table set up for outdoor enjoyment.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 11:41 pm
Rep did as he was told and actually shut up temporarily, long enough at least for Harrison to move down, just blissing out a good bit as he was pampered, his skin raw and sensitive, the lotion like ice against it. But it was welcome, very welcome and deeply appreciated.
"Can I just trade skin with you?" he asked lazily. "I'm sure you'd look fine with freckles."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 12:12 am
"Heh. I'd swap if I could," Harrison said, "Mine's got some mileage." He thumbed the leg, unusually slim and smooth, but the freckles at least were familiar.
He moved up to get the quad and thigh muscles too.
His touch was lighter than usual, on account of the burns. The lotion eased the friction. "You really got baked out there."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 12:13 am
Jerry heard the tone to her voice, his face going red as he stared down towards his feet, and blushed further when only cleavage greeted his view.
He glanced up again.
He glanced to the bottle of water with a sullen expression, "I wish Sasha was a Stray too. I've... I don't know. I think she would have liked me better... back then."
Back when he was optimistic and naive and hadn't yet rekindled his drastic home-therapy technique.
"I mean... I curse more- well, I sometimes curse, and things are different now I just... I think she likes... those parts of me that's still the same but... I mean, Jordan said I was using it as a coping mechanism but..." He was babbling. He wanted to finish the drink, there was still a good couple inches left in the bottom. He sighed, ample bosom heaving for a moment before he let go of the glass to let Petra take it away. "Sometimes I want a drink. Doesn't anyone?" He finished with a touch of defiance.
And then you want another. And then you want one every time you feel bored or flustered or pissin' yourself or annoyed. Which is all the damn time. And then you start doing stupider s**t than usual. Go find a jackin' guitar or something. Roar grunted, already sounding annoyed by the softness Jerry's brain had taken. For the man's sanity he had refrained from commenting on his feminine predicament all afternoon, and honestly had fallen asleep at the wheel as a result of his efforts. Don't be a p***y. He added for good measure.
His eyes darted behind his glasses a moment, lips pursing as he glanced away again. "I guess I shouldn't."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
|
Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 12:16 am
Part of him knew it was wrong to spike Cass's drink. But- pain killer. He hardly felt how his boobs were tender, the warm fuzzy feeling from the drink taking effect.
"True, sand does get into everything. The church in France will be nice though. Nice little reception. Cake. But not a booze cake." He tapped her nose, enjoying the warmth of the sun. He'd tan and..... he'd have one hell of a tan line. Thoughts interrupted as his butt got a squeeze, he jumped a bit, boobs bouncing. "Mmm... wait" He was still a she. Did Cass really not care? She- she was the best. Starting to feel emotional, he drank a bit more.
"...." Dis was suggesting it and Marcus would be a liar to not admit, he was curious. "So... did you want to make out and... could I take pictures?" He blushed. "I mean, we don't have to but..." The idea of you making out with a girl, (him) was a bit of a turn on.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 12:20 am
"I'd say I was used to it, but I'm really not. Wass liiike. Never like actually abroad before joining. I kind of like.. forget you can get sunburned I guess!" he smiled lazily. "I like your skin where is anywaaay."
At least if there was one thing he could do while drunk, it was lounge like royalty while he was tended to.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 12:22 am
Cass took another swig of her slushie and almost fell out of her seat from the sheer level of rising giddiness on the way. "mmmMMmmMmm, you want to make out right here?" she asked, half leaning on the counter to grin at Marcus. There were definitely a handful of men going plzplzplzplzplz about it. Two hot ladies getting it on in public?
There was definitely going to be a reaction to that.
Cass set her phone out on the table, sliding it across the way to the bartender, "Just hit the button on the side and aim, hmm?" she suggested lightly, before she turned back to Marcus and snaked her arm around his (her) neck and pulled him (her) in to brush her lips over his(hers). She pulled away after a moment. "More?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 12:34 am
Robert had a full day. First he'd gone to buy a sundress. Which he refused to wear, but shopping for one made him feel better. Then, he'd stolen a bunch of inflatable beach toys, and spent an hour inflating each and every one. In turn, he then kicked them all into the ocean one by one. Lastly, he'd spent the last of what petty cash he'd been hiding in his clothes when he walked in that day on a gigantic drink. A fishbowl, filled with fruity alcoholic goodness. And a ******** umbrella. It was at this point that Robert, now sunburnt and looking kind of crisp, but wearing a gigantic sun-hat regardless, walked over to Petra and Jerry and flopped down. "Oh my God," He harped in his best valley girl accent - which was pretty damn spot on. "Are we talkin' about boooys~? That Jimmy Dean sure is a looker!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
|
Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 12:36 am
Mmm Cass kisses. In a girl's body or not, he still liked them. Being a bit drunk also was helping lower his limit of 'what is appropriate'. Dis was pretty much the worst as he kept egging the moon trainee on.
The bartender was flipping the phone open and nodding urging them to do it again.
Bartender and Dis telling him to go, Marcus's mouth for her's tasting cherry and that hint of alcohol. It didn't stop there as his hand slid down to her a**.
Somewhere a guy was cheering, others just stared.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 12:37 am
Harrison propped up the other ankle.
"Yeah, well, maybe it won't be so bad. Tracey's got you covered too. I'm just helping out a little. ....It's even on the top of your feet. You weren't out here all that long."
The undersides of the feet weren't burned, at least. He massaged them with the heel of his hands. "...I like your freckles," he grumbled quietly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Interesting Conversationalist
|
Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 12:38 am
She waited until he was finished, trying not to feel the intense pathos Jerry had such a way of exuding, before replying, that cut-and-dry honesty having returned with full force.
"I like you now."
Taking her fingers off the rim of his glass, she reached for the water bottle, cracking open the cap before taking a drink herself, setting it back down beside the plate of fruit. The glass with the fruity alcohol she didn't take away from him, however, seemingly having completely forgotten about it as soon as she had removed her hand. Instead, she reached for the fruit, picking up a piece of mango between her fingers and uncharacteristically taking an imprecise bite, savoring it before placing the rest in her mouth. It was obvious she was purposely ignoring the drink, giving him leave to finish it without reprimand or judgement, focused now only on his conversation and the delicious ripe fruit and the warm sunshine drying her damp skin. It was also clear, however, that she wasn't about to be leaving him alone any time soon, and that this came with a cost, her dark blue eyes flicking coolly towards the water again.
"We're all broken, Jerry," she finally replied, as if she were saying the sky were blue instead of bringing to light to the fact that they were all pretty ******** up. The Death hunter didn't have to mention her own coping mechanism -- although he'd never seen her for who she'd been before, having been privy to this detached shell since the very beginning of their hunter adventure, it was obvious she was using it as a shield.
Whatever srsface conversation was going on, however, was clearly over. Glancing up at her spouse, Petra pursed her lips a little at Robert's imitation, sliding another piece of mango between her lips. "Yes," she replied, just a little tartness to her tone, which could have easily been imagined. Perhaps it was because Robert had left her alone, when he had promised her that they could 'go be lesbians.'
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 12:42 am
Cass would have still liked Marcus, even if he had been born a girl named Marla or something like that. So the boobs didn't really make much of a difference to her. In fact, she made sure to give Marcus a good taste of his own medicine and copped a feel as her hand slid to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair as she kissed him back.
Inappropriate? Nicodemus was all over reminding her what she was doing was inappropriate and that she was a proper young lady and she should have been getting a room if she wanted to get 'frisky'.
However, all that was happening was that there were a LOT of good pictures ending up on her phone - and a lot of other phones too.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 12:44 am
Jerry, meanwhile, had turned full attention on the behemoth of a drink on Robert's dainty womanly hands, Petra's subtle movements and gentle words lost in the fog of his rushing brain.
His hands returned to his own drink, shaking slightly to make the fancy plastic stirrer clink against the glass. "W-where... did you get that?" His voice, albeit girlish, was horse. As though he hadn't just chugged the glass in is hands.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 12:45 am
"I wasn't out here loong but I ******** burn like an ant under a magnifying glash."
Harrison got, even thought the drunkenness a very lazy and subtle smile. "And of course you do, I'm fantastic." he lazily crooned back.
"You know how I feel about all of you." he said, his mind taken off the ill feelings by the attention. "This shape is so annoying."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
|
Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 12:46 am
Pulling away Marcus figured why not. He was buzzed. She was too probably, and hey.
Beach.
A final kiss to her nose, and he motioned to the water. "We need a nice swim." It wasn't safe to swim drunk though so...
"Or we can go cuddle on a chair." Because that seemed nice. "And I wont make you move a whole lot."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
