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Enoh Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-20)
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 Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 3:44 am
"Perhaps." Ripley cast a sideways glance at him, somewhat agreeing with the whole snickers thing, and all that it entailed. It didn't change the fact that he was pouting, or that it was increasingly obvious that the idea of losing control was so devastating that he'd rather be black out drunk for it all.
Which was not a thought that sat well with him, if he actually thought about it.
So he didn't, and jut kept playing, trying to turn the tables again.
HP: 10 Damage: 10
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Seussi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2014 8:12 am
And there Ripley went, getting all good at the game again. Finn continued to hold his own, however, refusing to go down without a good fight. If he lost this time, however, he might just call it quits. Already he could feel the effects of the alcohol he had consumed, hitting him quite suddenly, a pleasant fuzziness around the edges of his mind. It had only been two shots, plus a few more than that of whiskey, but he hadn't actually eaten all day save for the package of smarties he had shovelled into his mouth, a realization that came too little too late. HP: 13 Damage: 6
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Enoh Love rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 10
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2014 6:42 pm
Ripley wasn't even paying attention to his pouty boy-thing anymore, rather focusing on the game that he was sure would dictate the rest of the night, for better or for worse.
Though he did store what was happening away for later, to tease the hell out of him about it later, when he had less alcohol in his system and would be less likely to do something dangerous like, say, summoning his weapon in close quarters due to temper tantrums.
The end result was a lazy smirk at the screen, which was flashing brightly as attack after attack landed on both sides.
HP: 4 Damage: 7
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Seussi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 3
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2014 7:14 pm
This time Finn didn't bother looking up at the health bars. He knew that he was winning, and he fell into a groove of blocks and attacks that led him to a swift victory over his opponent. As elated as he felt on the inside at finally having beat Ripley again, however, he maintained perfect composure as he set his controller down, lifted his whiskey, and took a long sip, giving the other man a glance out of the corner of his eye before he set the glass back down with a satisfied sound, lifting his knees and turning so that he could watch with a full on view. But than, before Ripley could do anything, he held up a hand, indicating that he should stay where he was. "May I?" He asked, the question hardly a question at all, as in one swift motion he was on his knee's and within easy reaching distance of the other man, his lips cocking up in a half smirk as he reached out in an attempt to catch the other mans wrist to pull him closer. HP: 6 Damage: 9
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2014 5:56 pm
It was still a fairly close match, so he was pleased with that. At least he wasn't being slaughtered, which was what he feared; he wasn't sure how like real life games were until now. He could hazard a guess, yes, but didn't outright know. With a resigned press of his lips, Ripley put the controller down, flexing his hands to try and get some feeling back into his cramping digits.
Before he could reach his tie, he saw Finn's movement and smartly stopped, giving him a mildly quizzical look over the interruption.
Many responses came to mind: If you must, No, Why?, but in the end, the only thing that passed his lips was a simple, quiet: "Sure." He allowed his wrist to be caught without a fight, and leaned in as he was pulled to do so. His gaze unreadable as he focused on Finn, waiting to see what would be removed.
Though he had an inkling that very shortly, the video game would be long forgotten.
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2014 6:23 pm
What Finn wanted, really wanted, was for Ripley to take his shirt off. It made sense that he wouldn't, the tie being the next logical article of clothing to be shed next, and yes, it was perfectly acceptable. Reasonable, even, though it wasn't until that moment precisely that Finn realized that there was an incredible amount of imbalance between the amount of clothing that the two of them were wearing, not just currently but from the very start. Finn had been fighting what very well would have been a long and incredibly drawn out battle if he'd hoped to have come out the victor in all of this. His thumb dug into Ripley's wrist, hard, perhaps painfully so, as he yanked the other man even closer, other hand lifted, threading through hair, curling around the back of Ripley's head as he drew him in for a kiss first and foremost, one that was nothing short of rough and demanding. And than as quick as it had begun, it ended as he pulled away just enough to breathe, his tone going low and husky. "Wait here." He released the other mans wrist, and removed his hand from Ripley's hair, before pushing himself to his feet. It did indeed seem as though at least one game was over.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 7:32 pm
The press of Finn's thumb into his wrist did actually hurt; it pressed down on tendons and veins that would have preferred to have been left alone, and they announced their discomfort to their host who, unfortunately, did nothing about it. He likely could have stopped it if he wanted to, or to make Finn press a little nicer - but he didn't. Not that he had much of a chance after that, as he found himself yanked forward instead, his lips claimed by a rough, demanding kiss. The pain was worth this, and he returned the kiss eagerly, his free hand brushing up Finn's leg, from knee to thigh, and rested there near his hip.
Finn pulled away, and though it was a shame to have lost those lips, he forgave him for that tone of voice...and for the implication behind those words.
"Alright." His voice was light and breathy, a sharp contrast to Finn's but promising nonetheless. Amber eyes lifted to watch the other man stand and turn from him, but he didn't put too much of an effort in to seeing where Finn had gone in his small room, or what he was up to. That would ruin the surprise. Instead, he focused his attention on the game, and how it scrolled through the wait screen with nothing to do, just waiting for someone to come in and start pressing buttons.
He smirked for only a moment. Pressing buttons indeed.
And he waited, patiently, for Finn's promised return.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 8:24 pm
Knuckles brushed across the edge of Ripley's cheekbone, a smirk playing along Finn's lips as he rose and stepped around the other man, back towards the dresser. Ripley had lost, after all, and while Finn might have resigned himself to taking a break from their current activities in favor of something much more physical (and likely more enjoyable as well, in many ways), that did not mean that the other man was going to get off scotch free. Or this case, tequila free. Finn grabbed the bottle, turned, and made his way back over to the other man, unscrewing the lid and tucking it into the palm of his hand as he lowered himself to his knee's behind Ripley, hand holding the bottle raised and tipped, precariously so, it's contents sloshing around inside the neck of the bottle, his thumb pressed to the opening at it's top. Fingers from his free hand rested on one of Ripley's shoulders as he leaned in to say, his voice still low, "Bottoms up." Before lowering his head slightly, enough to lay a soft kiss along the side of his neck. And another. ....And than another for good measure.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 6:19 pm
Though he wasn't looking, he could certainly hear when Finn came back. It was a small room, there was little he could ignore, after all. The game lost his attention as he instead glanced over his shoulder at the form of the other man, and soon the sloshing caught him, where he then caught sight of the bottle, raised and waiting.
"Give-" He had been all set to get grumpy about the implications behind the raised bottle, he really was, but it was hard to stay grumpy when those lips pressed against his neck. Amber eyes lidded as the first kiss lingered, and even further as the second kiss brushed his skin.
"- me that." He finished, lamely. A gloved hand finally raised, reaching up to grab the bottom of the bottle that Finn held, pulling it down to avoid an inevitable spill and the subsequent waste of perfectly good - if not disgusting - booze. The third kiss was pressed against him, and that was when he managed to pull the bottle free of Finn's grasp entirely, holding it in a much safer position an arms length away.
He twisted a little bit, just enough to see Finn over his shoulder. "Later." He promised belatedly with a smirk and a peck of a kiss, before turning his back again to focus on the tequila. Ugh. Okay. He could do this. Taking a deep breath, he brought the bottle to his lips for a long, stinging drag, his expression already souring as the liquid burned his already tingling mouth.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 6:39 pm
Ripley would have found little resistance as he pulled the bottle free of Finn's hand. In his current alcohol stewed state, the moon intermediate found he was having trouble focusing on more than one thing at a time anyways, and brushing soft, lingering kisses against Ripley's skin seemed to be much more interesting than upending a bottle of awful hard liquor over his not-boyfriends head. Finn's eye had closed, his free hand sliding down Ripley's shoulder and across to his chest, fingers sliding through the openings between the buttons on the other mans shirt, before his thumb brushed upwards, undoing the topmost of these. It was slightly confusing in his now slightly less quick to process mind when that neck was no longer accessible to his lips, a result of Ripley turning his head towards him, but soon after receiving a small peck on the lips from the other man, this situation soon righted itself once more. And hey! Finn now had two free hands instead of just one! So, while Ripley did his shot of tequila, Finn went to work undoing the rest of his buttons, moving his hands down slowly, taking his time so as not to fumble, all while continuing to kiss and occasionally n** at Ripley's neck and jawline. "So," He stopped for a moment, hand's running back up the other mans body, fingers curling down around the collar of the shirt, and pulling it back to slide down Ripley's arms. "I guess...you won." It wasn't like Finn could deny it, as Ripley had been victorious in more rounds than Finn had been. "So." He said again, than paused, taking a deep breath before he continued. "What do you want me to do?"
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