feeling good in my skin

Sebastian Smythe | 21 [ rp blog ]

[baxtersmythe]

I don’t know. It’s summer vacation. It seemed like a thing to do. 

That does sound nice though. Are there umbrellas? In the drinks I mean.

[bien-dans-ma-peau]

Outside leads to sunburn if you’re not careful ... even if the view is better than it is in here. 

There could be; it just depends on what you order. Try a mai tai, that’s a summer vacation thing. 

[agntkennedy]

Well my sister and I got accepted into Barden University. We’re going to be apart of their cheer squad and absolutely get into one of their show choirs. What about you, Mr. Insults?

[bien-dans-ma-peau]

Looks like we can look forward to seeing more of each other then, since my brother and I are doing the same. If you’re good enough for them, you should show me what you can do. 

[baxtersmythe]

Why is it so hot here? I’m very pale and I need air conditioning. I need a hat. 

[bien-dans-ma-peau]

Why are you outside?

Come on in and have a drink, Bax. 

[agntkennedy]

My sister’s my best friend!

Wow, excuse you. I’m a cheerleader, singer, actor, gymnast, and dancer. I’m a super threat! So actually I have a lot going for me.

[bien-dans-ma-peau]

A super threat. That’s adorable. 

So, super threat, what are you planning on doing with all that talent?

[agntkennedy]

No one asked you to be rude! It pays a lot to be kind.

[bien-dans-ma-peau]

No one asked you to complain about your inability to do anything more interesting than waste time playing sad outdated app games with your sister, either. 

It’s a good thing you’re hot. I’m not sure what else you’d have going for you otherwise. 

[agntkennedy]

Um, excuse me but I would really love this cell service here to actually be okay. It’s 2016! How am I supposed to play Words with Friends with my sister if she can’t even get my responses? This sucks. Worst summer getaway ever.

[bien-dans-ma-peau]

What kind of second-rate service do you have that doesn’t get a signal out here? Sounds like it sucks to be you. 

[renegadebrayarchive]

Cinco de Mayo is a pointless 'holiday'.

[bien-dans-ma-peau]

People will try to come up with any excuse to get wasted, even if it means pillaging other cultures in order to do it. 

Honestly I'd rather just see them content with constructions like "Thirsty Thursday" since they're harming no one but themselves. 

[nyadarachxo-blog]

Maybe I'll throw myself a little party of one

Happy Cinco de Mayo or whatever.

[bien-dans-ma-peau]

Cultural appropriation at its finest. 

Unless you are Mexican and I've missed it. Your ethnicity is a bit ambiguous, but the last name seems Italian, at first blush. 

[austin-evs]

Attention:

I just want to let everyone know that I’ve been working on this place that will soon be my garage. It’s almost complete, I’ve been hiring and getting all the stuff worked out. It should be open within a few weeks!

[bien-dans-ma-peau]

It's always good to have a dream. 

[rikki-lopez]

You can catch more flies with honey...

But you catch more honeys being fly.

[bien-dans-ma-peau]

... Alright, I'll admit that made me chuckle.

[bien-dans-ma-peau]

A Change in Perspective | Sebchael

Date: Friday, May 2 / early May 3

Location: Sebastian’s condo

[michaelthedancewhore-blog]

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[bien-dans-ma-peau]

"You'll find out," Sebastian promised, murmuring into Michael's skin. The touch of hands on his chest was amazing, and he arched into it, already feeling that much more eager to get started. He leaned back on the bed, pulling Michael down over him, only barely breaking the kisses as he let them intensify. His hands slid down over Michael's sides, splayed wide over ribs and down over his incredible ass -- it looked like they were foregoing the dancing, tonight. Sebastian's breath was hot on Michael's skin as they tumbled back together, eyes half lidded as he looked up at him with utter sincerity. "I need -- I want you to take care of me," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. His life had been insane, lately; he'd been trying to deal with all the new responsibilities that had fallen into his lap since his parents had decided to cut him off. He needed a night where he didn't have to think. A night where he wasn't the one in control. 

[bien-dans-ma-peau]

A Change in Perspective | Sebchael

Date: Friday, May 2 / early May 3

Location: Sebastian’s condo

[michaelthedancewhore-blog]

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[bien-dans-ma-peau]

"What, the ambiance isn't enough of one?" Sebastian asked, his usual smirk in place as he looked Michael over. He was still a little sweaty from the club, smelling of sex and alcohol, even though it was pretty clear that he hadn't partaken in either vice. At least not before coming home ... at least one of those things was about to change, of course. "Don't worry. I'm not going to propose. I haven't gone insane." He slid his arms around Michael's waist, pressing kisses into his neck and behind his ears. "You, though. You're too dressed for this," he murmured, chuckling softly as he started unbuttoning Michael's pants. 

[bien-dans-ma-peau]

A Change in Perspective | Sebchael

Date: Friday, May 2 / early May 3

Location: Sebastian's condo

As long as Sebastian and Michael had been seeing each other -- officially or otherwise -- they'd tried an awful lot of things together. They'd each been tied up, they'd roleplayed, they'd had a threesome, and they'd fucked in all number of locations and positions and with varying degrees of different emotion. There was one more thing that Sebastian wanted to try, though, and tonight -- tonight was definitely the night that he wanted it. Needed it, maybe, and he just hoped that Michael could give it to him. 

He wanted to set the mood before Michael arrived. And maybe the candles were a bit cliche, but he did love the atmosphere they created in the master bedroom. He made sure that all of their necessary supplies were well within reach, including the iPod in its dock nearby. He'd told Michael to just come back to the bedroom when he came home, where he'd find Sebastian clad only in a silk robe, eagerly waiting for him.  

[bien-dans-ma-peau]

Text || Sebchael

Michael: Of course I am. And don't worry about it. I can always dance for you at home.

Michael: About the surprise, can I have a hint what it's about?

Sebastian: Oh, I hope that you do.

Sebastian: Hmm ... how confident are you feeling tonight, Misha?

[bien-dans-ma-peau]

Text || Sebchael

Michael: Well, it's not as if I had other plans anyway. But I like the sound of that.

Sebastian: I'm sorry I can't come watch you dance. I miss being there... I bet you're amazing.

[the-zara-rper-deactivated201406]

Hey.

[bien-dans-ma-peau]

Incredible. Again with the absolutely fascinating introductions. Is everyone around here selectively mute when it comes to talking about themselves? 

[doctorclarington]

Yeah,

The prodigal son is paying a visit to his beloved sister’s business. I see new and old faces, but I’m equally charmed of seeing you for the first time, or a second one. The first round is on the house. I’m sure Thessaly won’t mind, right?

[bien-dans-ma-peau]

Wow, someone with the authority to buy everyone in the club a round and charge it to the house? Impressive. And generous. New manager?