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 Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 7:26 pm
Chel felt ... relieved? Strangely relieved. It was probably because she was worried about having to track Hanna down and interrogate her for all of Jack's secrets and now she didn't have to do that. Yes, that was the relief.
"That sucks d**k. Is Hanna chill with it or are you leading her on? 'Cause leading her on is kind of a d**k move." She barely knew Hanna, but she liked Hanna, and being mean to Hanna was a no no. "And what do you mean it's not working- like they're still bugging you?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 8:09 pm
"She suggested it," Jack replied with a shrug, so clearly she had to be. "And yeah, they are. S'whatever though. I make most of them pay for my food."
And he broke into a little grin like that was genius.
"Wanna go again?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 8:14 pm
"Mmm. Just don't go breakin' hearts- that's my job," she said with a flip of her hair. Mostly she didn't want to see Hanna and Jack's friendship ruined over stupid romance s**t.
She picked up her controller once more and said, "Okay but I'm gonna win this time. Last time I just let you win 'cause you were new."
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A few drinks and a few cups later, Chel was officially loopy and enjoying herself (something that had been hard to do lately with her paranoia over Evan). She had won some, Jack had won some (but Chel would insist that no, only she won) and now it was time for the dreaded Rainbow Road.
"Yeah okay so like- so like Rainbow Road is the worst one?? Like literally everybody hates it 'n s**t. It's so ******** hard." Her explanation was coupled with a wave of her controller. "Whoever wins this one wins forever and ever."
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medigel rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 9:26 pm
Jack was officially drunk by the time they hit Rainbow Road, and that was saying something because he rarely let himself go. There was something oddly intoxicating, though, about Chel's enthusiasm; coupled with his need to be better at everything, the alcohol was just begging to create a situation.
"You're going DOWN, Craft!" he hollered with a smirk, forgetting his volume control. "I live for the s**t people hate. N' being hard. BRING IT."
Then it actually hit him. Rainbow Road.
And then the music started.
Oh s**t he was tripping some serious balls.
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chiickadee rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 9:29 pm
"You live for being hard? That's so gay bro," Chel taunted, not exactly keen on the fact that she was gay herself.
The number of times she fell off the side because she thought she could hit the floating star pictures was astounding. At one point she began playing with her feet because "Look Jack I'm so ******** pro!" There was another point where she just stopped her cart altogether to listen to the music, because the two were somehow not mutual.
Needless to say, Chel came in dead last with Jack following in seventh. "Look I won!" she announced. "See it says one!!" She stood up and approached the TV, gesturing to Jack's "7" which in her stupor (combined with her dyslexia) looked like a 1. "First place Chel is champion of the woooorldddd."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 10:38 pm
"Shutyourwhoremouth. You're just mad you don't get a chance to see my d**k," Jack shot back maturely. Then the colors blinded him. "Holy ******** Jesus tacos, what is this--"
Was he even driving anymore? He seemed to be falling more than anything else. But he still made the effort to laugh every time Chel did too. Actually this whole racetrack was a joke, what the actual ******** style="color: seagreen">"CHEL WHAT ARE YOU--" He feigned gagging at the sight of her feet which then became angry, manic laughter as he fell off for the umpteenth time. She totally did that on purpose he knew it.
Jack barely recognized the finish line and was still holding down the A button when the scoreboard placed them at the 7th and 8th places and Chel started shouting about winning. He squinted and snorted.
"We ******** sucked."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 10:42 pm
"No we did not suck, I got first place," she chided, self-assured that she was the great Mario Kart racer to date.
Instead of taking a seat on the couch, she had long since lost her restraint and instead chose to sit directly in Jack's lap, even if he pushed her off, wrapping her arms around his neck the same way she often did to Finn. "And for my prize I select the trophy girl Jack, and his penalty is that he has to show me his apparently sexy scars." Because yes, she still wanted to know about them and even in her drunken stupor she hadn't forgotten about them. "SO SAYS THE MARIO KART QUEEN."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 10:57 pm
"Yeah, first place in sucking." Oh look, even more tasteless and unwarranted double entendre whore jokes, he was on a roll.
But the humor began to fade when she brought the scars up again. "Nnnnnno." Jack put a hand on her chest (read: straight atop a boob) to discourage her (squeezing) and began to frown. Lady in lap, great. No fun in the Sahara at all, bad. He wasn't so sure even his boozed state could handle that. "No," he said a little more clearly. "Not so great."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 11:02 pm
"That'sssssnot what you said when I texted you," she said, clearly in the right mind. "In fact I remember SOMEONE being grateful for titty pics." Chel was very proud of her boobies, thanks.
(Somewhere in the fog of her mind she was wondering why Jack was prolonging this).
(Somewhere behind that she considered why she was enjoying it).
"Just admit it Jackles, you are madly in love with my boobs. I can telllll." She gasped and said, "Oh my god you probably just came over here for them. This is all a mad scientist scheme of yours, isn't it. That's ******** up bro." Chelsea Holmes was on the case.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 11:16 pm
Bemused, it took him a few seconds to understand she'd misunderstood. Then he groaned and laid against what constituted the back of Chel's couch, nearly slipping off to the side in the process.
"Not what I was...whatever. You've got sweet tits," Jack agreed, stroking one with a thumb as if apologizing to it personally. "But I lost the photo. Phone destroyed." His other hand started to lift her shirt. "Need 'nother one. ******** the scars, Chel, c'mon, V's dead, m'not gonna see any others soon."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 11:25 pm
"Don't tell Hanna~" Chel taunted with a laugh, wondering just how conscious either of them were of the conversation. She let him lift her shirt though, and struck a model's pose, which turned into her reaching for the ceiling to grab an object that wasn't there because holy s**t she was off her rocker. "See I'm peeerfect. Just like I said."
It seemed like an appropriate moment, so Chel slouched over Jack's form, getting far too close to his face. Her movements were unhinged, almost broken. "You know I've thought about this a shitton. Me n' you. You're an a*****e for takin' so long." Then she kissed him, hard. Because Chel didn't read situations, she created them.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 11:46 pm
For a moment he seemed to remember that there was a Hanna, however fleeting and slight in capacity it was. For a moment he considered getting his drunk a** to bed and calling the crazy night over.
But he got what he asked for and then some, and even Jack's rational became foggy. Something else switched on seconds into the kiss, something that demanded satisfaction and became rough and demanding of her. Maybe it was just the alcohol talking, but now he was certain this was what Chel wanted in the end: food, hospitality, and a coffee machine for drunk sex. Fair enough. He should have expected this.
(And it wasn't like he hadn't considered it before either.)
When he started to physically force her back under the weight of his reply, Jack peeled away with an unreadable but strangely focused expression despite his intoxication. Without warning he took his hands off Chel.
"Strip."
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 12:15 am
For a moment, it felt like everything was slipping through her fingers. She felt gravity shift, Jack was pushing her back. Rejection. Rejection. Rejection.
What do I do-
Tenebrae came back in garbled nothingness. Her drunken stupor had severed the communicative part of their relationship. She was alone. It was all gone.
Strip.
Commands were where Chel excelled. Jack's gaze was seering, domineering. It was within that moment that it seemed to hit her over the head. She was in love with Jack. Maybe not love, maybe more infatuation. But her consistent denial of admittance had turn into a full blown oh ******** not again.
And it made her sad. Everything about this situation screamed that it would be a regret of Jack's in the morning. It was going to be another pair of shoes in the closet that wasn't allowed to be talked about with anyone. Another Penumbra. Another Nevada. More of Chel that was swept under the rug for someone else.
Yet she complied- oh god she complied. She had to fall on her back, blue hair spread across the floor to remove everything, but it was almost with finesse that she did so. She was no stranger to stripping. Chel wanted something sorely for once. Even if it hurt later. She always loved too much- that was always her problem.
Chel had a command of her own. "Do what you want."
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 8:44 am
She normally had to wriggle in his grasp, and he always (enjoyed it) had to tighten his grip until she complied, but the submission was welcomed tonight. He was in no mood to play games. He watched for a while, a faint smirk on his face ( I win), and then with a searing kiss he dominated her. ----- He woke up both groggy and with a splitting headache and didn't move for a while. Chel's ceiling danced with the blurry spots in his eyes. He didn't want to think, but the ignorance of sleep began to slowly leave him, replaced with the dull and angry buzz of thoughts that always plagued him. What the hell were you thinking?
Drunk. I was drunk and...Jack winced and forced himself to sit up, his head throbbing in protest. How much beer did they have last night? God, it left a sour taste in his mouth. Or maybe that was just Chel, he tried to joke, but it fell flat because he knew it wasn't true. I was drunk and I played video games and...His eyesight never seemed to recover from the Sahara. The light of the morning hurt so bad he had to squint and shield his eyes, but it didn't help much; the photosensitivity from his hangover doubled and made him clench his eyes hard before long. Blindly he groped for something stable to keep him steady as he shakily got up, his head bumping against something and making him curse lowly. I was drunk and I played video games and I had sex with Chel. There, was that so hard? He didn't know what to think yet. It was still to hard to think at all.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 9:38 am
Chel had never cried before, during or after sexual acts. That was still true- she still hadn't cried. But that night she got somewhat close. The only thing stopping her was the fear that Jack might wake up and ask why.
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Chel slept in much later than Jack. Her alcohol tolerance wasn't bad, she was just a late sleeper. It gave him time to think.
She slept on her side, curled like a ball facing the wall. Her blue hair exploded from her head, spread across her pillow in a messy tangle as evidence of what they did last night. Her chest lifted and fell in a natural sort of way, at peace. Her normally exaggerated features had relaxed into a blank canvas.
For now, she slept. Maybe she didn't want to wake up.
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