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 Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 6:59 pm
"Chocolate," she replied. "It's always chocolate." She wondered if he'd be offended if she relocated. Sitting on his lap was a bit embarrassing.
She sighed and decided to stay put for the time being and cope with discomfort.
"Your turn?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 2:25 am
[[vodka is my best friend, lol]]
Cheeva froze. For a good few minutes her brain refused to work. To her horror a faint heat rose to her cheeks as the man nuzzled her shoulder - perilously close to a concealed throwing knife. And then...
"Oh hell no!" she squirmed beneath the weight of the heavy, drunken man. Pathetic, the fool couldn't hold his liquor. Why was he so heavy! "Get off! Get off you drunken, foolish lout! I've seen scrapings taken from the bottom of pig troughs that are able to hold their liquor better than you! I've seen more attractive corpses wash up out of the depths of the sea after their boats and their bodies have been ravaged by the beast that dwell therein, that looked more attractive than you. Get off, you dullard! OFF!"
She kept squirming, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 8:41 am
Des looked at her and smiled with alcohol fogged eyes. "You're so cute when you're insulting me," he told her. And then, before she could move, he kissed the tip of her nose and laid his head back on her shoulder.
Somewhere along the way he'd forgotten the whole thing was just a dare.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 11:02 pm
[[I think this: scream or gonk sums up Cheeva right now]]
Cheeva's eye widened as Des pecked her on the nose before settling back on her shoulder.
Unfortunately, her squirming had put her off balance. Des' weight on her shoulder sent them toppling backwards into the ground.
Hidden under the tall red head all she could do was make angry, inarticulate squeals.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 11:30 pm
Des snaked his arm around Cheeva's waist and made a purring sound into her neck.
Angela wrinkled her nose. "I actually feel sorry for her," she commented. "What a drunken idiot."
"I'm not drunk," he murmured sleepily. "Kitty....."
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 12:05 am
"Oh, you are so drunk!" Basti was doubled over and his side hurt from laughing, but he couldn't manage to stop. Poor Cheeva. She was being subjected to all kinds of humiliation tonight, but Basti couldn't manage to control his laughter.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 9:46 am
Okay, this was just getting embarrassing. And annoying.
"Excuse me," Angela said to Gyp, removing herself from his lap and his embrace. She stalked around the fire, stood opposite of the squeaking cat, took aim and kicked Des in the face, knocking him away.
"Enough already you drunken fool!" she snapped.
That had been so incredibly satisfying it wasn't even funny. She was half tempted to go kick him again for good measure.
Des sprawled on his back a few feet away. Snoring loudly.
"Moron."
She flopped beside Cheeva and helped her sit up. "You alright?" she asked. "I can kick him again if you like."
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 9:50 am
Cheeva sat up, smoothing her ruffled clothes.
"No, thank you, I believe I can smash the drunk lout's face in perfectly well myself." She cracked her knuckles. "I don't believe, for one minute, that he's a sleep, do you?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 10:16 am
Angela grinned. "Nope. But there's only one way to find out for certain.
"Have at it."
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 12:40 pm
Gyp mock-pouted for a moment as Angela left. studiously ignoring the sudden pang at the loss of warmth, he crossed his arms to try and feel a bit warmer.
"Oi, Cheevs! Truth or dare?" He called as the woman prepared to smash the poor drunk's face in.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 7:11 pm
Cheeva looked at Gyp, her foot poised over Des' nose, ready to crush it into his face.
"What? Oh, truth, I suppose."
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:33 pm
"Shame. I Planning to blindfold you, hand you a stick, and string the drunk piñata over there up in a tree." He shrugged and looked around the campfire for some random faces.
"But tell me this then. If you were forced to, who would you rather end up with in the morning after being taken advantage of: Basti, Des, or me?" There was a thoughtful pause. "I suppose it would be more likely of you needing to take advantage of one of us, but hell. Oh, and include why, I guess."
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:47 pm
Cheeva rested her foot thoughtfully against the drunken man's nose.
"That is quite the question," she slowly increased the pressure. "If, in some strange, make believe land, I actually let that happen...Master Basti, I think, doesn't look like the sort of man to do such a thing. You, definitely not, as you don't seem to understand the word "no". But Master Des here," she pressed her boot down harder. "Would be far more amusing to beat the living brains out of, even though waking up in the same country as he, is detestable. So, I choose Des...purely so I could kill him after without concern."
Cheeva continued slowly crushing Des' nose. "You, Gar, truth or dare?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:50 pm
Des opened his eyes and snatched Cheeva's foot, yanking her off balance. "That hurts!" he complained, rubbing his nose. He glared at her and then grinned.
"I wouldn't mind waking up in the same bed as you either though," he told her with a devious wink.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:57 pm
"I wouldn't treat anything that serious as that so off-handedly, actually," he replied mockingly, crossing his arms behind his head in a stretch. Ai blinked.
"You wouldn't?"
".....Thanks for the vote of confidence. No, I wouldn't," He glared down at her, but not very heatedly.
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