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taliahvause:

Vause’s head tilted as a smirk appeared on her features when the woman responded in a much more susinct manner that she’d anticipated to expect. “So you’re not blackout, total loss of rationality drunk, good to know,” she chuckled as her hand delved into her leather jacket pocket and produced a carton of cigarettes. “Smoke?” She offered as she placed one between her lips and then quickly lit it. “With the shank thing though, not really my style. Weapons are cheating in my opinion. If you ain’t prepared to solve an issue with your fists, you ain’t fired up enough about it.”. Vause shrugged, cloud of smoke puffing out. She helps the stranger to her feet, giving her a little reassuring tap on the shoulders when she managed it without falling face first into her chest, or rather onto the floor before Vause would not have made the effort to catch her.

“’m new to town, but this place seems to never sleep. I’m sure there’s some dive bar selling snacks still open or a diner some place near. I’ll join you– be good to get to know a late night food place. Or, well, early morning.”.

Losing her inhibitions with alcohol has always been such a norm that Dahlia refuses to do anything about it. There’s no denying that it helps her forget about things she doesn’t want to think about and when they do resurface, the only solution would be drowning it out with even more liquor. It’s a problem she has yet to find an alternative to but one day she’ll no longer have thoughts of him and it’ll figure itself out at that point.

Declining the offer of a cigarette, Dahlia purses her lips in thought, actually trying to focus on her words. “Okay but if you put a gun against fists,” she starts. “Gun wins out. Same goes for knives. Someone chucks one at you and the pointy part lands? Done for.”

Dahlia struggles in keeping herself upright just for a moment before the world stops spinning and she’s able to actually put some brain power on her legs. Nodding at the stranger, she tries to recall the only diner she’s actually been to.

“Sal’s! We can go to Sal’s! They have the best pancakes,” and with this Dahlia almost trips over herself as she pulls on the woman. “Come on, it’s not too far from here.”

#dahlia * / threads .#dahlia * / & taliah .

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@indulgencerpgstarters

after a long night of downing countless shots at his usual rager, oliver had to hit up his favorite spot, flick the bean. a nice cup of iced coffee and a cigarette always cured his head throbbing hangovers. did he regret last night? absolutely not. the beer pong competitions and drunken laughs shared were always the highlight of his week. once oliver situated himself in his seat he quickly patted himself down, scrambling frantically to find his lighter. “shit..” he muttered taking his sunglasses off to glance over at the nearest person. “hey you! you got a lighter?”

dahliarxmano

The morning after a shift always has Dahlia rushing home to get some much needed rest, but seeing as how she would need to stay up to buy a certain first edition signed Harukami, she heads on over to Flick the Bean even if she’s practically dead on her feet. The barista checks her over with worry when she asks for quadruple shots in her cold brew, but she doesn’t even notice. Figuring that the cool morning breeze would wake her up, she takes her cup to go, taking a seat with one of the tables outside. Blearily scrolling through her phone, she’s snapped back to reality by a stranger’s voice. Looking for the source, Dahlia looks at him in confusion. “A lighter? To smoke or to burn something down?”

#dahlia * / threads .#dahlia * / & oliver .

closed: @innocent-xander HALLOWEEN EVENT CONT.

“Santa Ysabel is a dangerous place,” Dahlia says a-matter-of-factly. “If you’re not cut out for it, then it’ll eat you alive.” She’s quick to shake her head. Though she’s learned how to grow a tougher exterior to survive in a town such as this, the woman’s never made it a point to be part of those that feeds on innocence. “Of course not.”

Wrapped up in his arms, she lets her hand trail up his chest, tracing the Superman emblem. “When you say happy--,” she starts, already thinking of ways he can reciprocate her ‘welcome’ present. Lips mold against his as the ride starts, the darkness of the cave covering them. Pulling back, she leans in closer to take his earlobe between her teeth to give it a slight tug. “What do you say to me riding you instead of this boat?”

#dahlia * / threads .#dahlia * / & xander .

rayneholloway:

rayne glanced down at the pizza she was eating, just now realizing that it wasn’t what she’d ordered. it was still good, though, so she didn’t care too much. “looks like it’s just plain cheese, but it’s got those fancy as fuck pizza leaves on it, if that counts as topping.” she told her, laughing lightly before sitting down next to her with the open box. “i’m rayne, by the way.”

“Pizza leaves,” the words come out of Dahlia with a giggle. “Bay leaves? Spinach? Actually either or sounds bomb right now.” With a grin on her face, she extends a hand because she isn’t rude before using the other to grab a slice. “I’m Dahlia. Or you can call me by stage name: Chastity. Funny, right? Google said it’d get me more attention since, you know, irony.” She takes a bite, almost moaning with pleasure at how good it tastes. “So, Rayne. Whatcha doing out giving strangers pizza?”

#dahlia * / threads .#dahlia * / & rayne .

EVENT: Halloween Carnival

#dahlia * / visage .#indulgence.event

taliahvause:

Vause was trying to figure out her surroundings. This was the first time she’s ever lived anywhere outside of New York and she freaked out enough just leaving Harlem. This shit was on the other side of the country… Still, she knew she couldn’t stay in NYC. She’d end up dead or in prison until she was grey and old. So, she came here with her wife. It’s only been a few days but actually, all things considered, it’s not too bad. It was strange not hearing the thick yankee accent everywhere though. Especially from drunk people in parks. “I look like a killer to you, kid?” She scoffed in response as she walked up to her. “I ain’t gonna kill ya, but you should probably get some food anyways else the next person that walks past ya sat here by yourself just might.”. She rose her eyebrow and extended her hand. “You need help?”

Dahlia’s lack of rational thinking comes evidenced in the form of her nodding her head at the stranger’s question. “Yes. Not serial killer, per se, but someone who can definitely do a shank and go.” Her words come out faster than she intends and she’s pretty sure it comes off as a ramble of some drunk woman. It’s fine; the embarrassment is to be felt by future Dahlia, anyway.

At the offer of a hand, she takes it with no hesitation, pulling herself up to a standing position and making sure that she doesn’t fall onto the woman. “Food. Yes. Food. Do you know a place that’s still open around here? I’m craving everything.” Something to ease the liquor that slices through her stomach would work.

#dahlia * / threads .#dahlia * / & taliah .#// ....can they be friends just for rhyming name purposes

emirasker:

Sleep had been out of reach for Emir that night. There was nothing worthwhile on television either. He was not much of a binger as he liked to think himself above it. He even rang a friend, but that had been a fruitless venture. After an hour wasted, his feet hit the pavement. Sweat soaked his forehead when he saw the intoxicated woman. He didn’t care from a personal standpoint. Empathy was a rare find in him. Logically, however, she wasn’t safe, which he knew. When she pulled out his airpods, came to a complete stop. “I’m not in the business of murdering tiny people who can’t defend themselves.” He put on an award-winning smile, tried to subtly catch his breath. “Sal’s is still open, but you don’t look like you’re in any shape to get there.”

Her head tilts to the side regarding the man with a curious quirk of her brow. Dahlia’s pretty sure she’s not dead yet, but she’s been taught that the devil would be beautiful and this stranger totally eclipses the men she’s seen come and go through Mayhem. If she were to die, this wouldn’t be the worst way to go.

“That’s to assume then that you are in the business of murdering bigger people who can defend themselves,” she throws back, lips turning up at the corners. “It’s fine. I won’t tell. I’m good at keeping secrets.”

Standing, she’s about to challenge his words but with the way she almost falls on her ass, it defeats the purpose. Fluttering her eyelashes up at the stranger, she resists the urge to pout. “Would you help this tiny little thing out? I’m craving for waffles now.”

#dahlia * / threads .#dahlia * / & emir .

lee-hayner:

The sound of her moan definitely satisfied him. He wondered if that was why he liked toys. It allowed him to get those sounds out of anyone and it was definitely one of his favorite things in the world. Once he was nice and hard from her mouth, he pulled her off of him. “Turn around. Pull your skirt up. Let’s see what you have on underneath for me.” He smirked and rubbed her cheek.

It’s the way this man keeps the control that has Dahlia naturally submitting. At his request, she stands wordlessly, not even bothering to check if there are people around them. Slowly, she turns, pulling her skirt up and bending forward a bit so he can be in full view of her g-string underneath. With her breasts exposed and her ass up in the air for anyone to see, Dahlia feels the rush of her exhibition. She sways her hips paired with a quick smirk thrown over her shoulder. “So are you going to just stare or will you actually do something about it?”

#dahlia * / threads .#dahlia * / & lee .#nsfw tw

llghttouch:

Emerson hadn’t even hesitated to jump from her spot on the bench, she was actually smoking a joint – planning on discarding it soon and find some other entertainment but the stumbling girl was enough to catch her attention. “Oh honey I don’t kill anyone in white that’s a total waste of clothing – you want pizza? I’m thinking something cheesy.”

With a wink, Dahlia gestures to her ensemble as if she didn’t pick the first thing she saw in her closet. “Yeah, blood is a bitch and a half to get out of white. Thank you for saving me the trouble of bleaching this blouse...as a ghost.”

At the mention of pizza, she’s up, almost stumbling forward as she stands. “Yes. Cheese. Yes. Where to, angel?”

#dahlia * / threads .#dahlia * / & emerson .

rayneholloway:

rayne had just gotten herself a pizza on the way home and was in the middle of eating a slice when she saw a completely drunk girl and she couldn’t help laughing at her. she’d had a shot or two on her shift, so she couldn’t help relating as the stranger stumbled around. “i would never kill you, babe, you’re too cute. plus, i have more pizza than i probably should’ve gotten, so… my pizza is your pizza. tonight only. don’t think i’m usually this generous.”

It’s probably the tequila that’s running through her system or the empty stomach that only holds said tequila, but Dahlia’s actually considering taking some food from this stranger. She makes grabby hands at the woman, full pout clearly etched onto her features. This behavior is an inevitable regret come morning but right now, her first priority is --

“Pizza,” she squeals, forcing herself to sit upright. “What kind of pizza, though? You know what, I don’t even care. You are a goddess amongst men.”

#dahlia * / threads .#dahlia * / & rayne .

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#dahlia * / visage .#// i love her sm

james-bucky-barness

Ryan was forever grateful that Jacob was spending the night at a friend’s house. He loved being a father but being a single father and a highly demanded lawyer had made his social life zero to none. Sure there were a few that he had gotten acquainted with but it wasn’t anything personal. So when he had no cases to review over or plan for court, he decided to go to Mayhem he only had one goal in mind. Have a good time. After settling in at the bar, he ordered a whiskey and tapped his fingers at the bar trying to make himself look like he belonged there. “So I hear this is one of the best places to be on a Saturday night. I sure hope they are right.” He said before turning to the person beside him, giving them a half smile.

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dahliarxmano

Dahlia takes on the floor after finishing up a dance on stage. She puts on that customer service smile and tries to get some private lap dances. After a particularly grabby old man, she decides to head to the bar, ordering what she hopes is strong enough to make her forget just how disgusting some of the clients could be. Slow sips on her drink have Dahlia sparking up a conversation. After a few moments, she hears herself being addressed and so she takes a deep breath before putting on her dancer persona once more. “I would think so,” she giggles, regarding the man with a fond -- or what she thinks is fond -- upturn tick of her lips. “I’ve danced in other places, but I swear everyone here is the nicest. They’ve taught me so much and I’ve learned how to be particularly bendy.” Placing her drink on the counter, she throws the man a wink. “Would you like me to show you?”

#dahlia * / threads .#dahlia * / & ryan .

lee-hayner:

“Oh don’t worry. We have plenty of time. You will get plenty today.” He sighed as she took him further into her mouth. “Just like that Dahlia.” As she sucked him, Lee pushed her down slowly against his cock, holding her in place for a moment before he loosened his grip slightly. He leaned towards her and pulled up her shirt to expose her breasts, giving her nipples a tug.

Dahlia didn’t plan on using her day off to get off but she figures spending most of the time with her mouth on Lee’s cock doesn’t sound too bad. Besides, she’s been with him enough times to know that he does well to deliver. Dahlia bobs her head up and down his member, only stopping when he holds her in his place, the rush of which gets her to moan loudly against his cock. She speeds up even more with her nipples between his fingers, eyes fluttering close at the sensation of it all.

#dahlia * / threads .#dahlia * / & lee .#nsfw tw

lee-hayner:

Lee raised an eyebrow as he put one hand on her cheek with his free hand pushing his pants down so his cock was finally free. At the same moment his hand tangled in her hair and he pulled her close, close enough that his cock was resting on her face. “Then you must be loving this.” He said sweetly as his fingers tightened in her hair. Lee smiled down at her, some of his favorite experiences with customers happened just like this. And Dahlia was definitely at the top of his list for favorites.

It’s the way that Lee gains control with the hand on her hair that has the woman almost whimpering at the touch. “I’d love it even more if I have you in me somehow.” Up close and Dahlia licks a strip up the length of his cock, all the while maintaining eye contact. With a hint of a smirk, she teases the tip into her mouth, hand reaching out to slowly pump his length. She takes him in, inch by inch, moaning against his girth. Dahlia doesn’t speed up yet, though, keeping her pace painstakingly slow to draw out the tease.

#dahlia * / threads .#dahlia * / & lee .#nsfw tw

lee-hayner:

Lee raised an eyebrow before he chuckled once more. “You know you always get my discount.” He smacked her ass once more. Without waiting for her, he started to make his way to where he told her to meet her. He was sitting in a chair when she met up with him. “Oh, I plan on having you all over me. Don’t worry Dahlia.” Lee unbuttoned his jeans but left them on. “Show me what’s on your mind.” He smirked. “I’m sure you have some dirty thoughts going on right now.”

Dahlia hates to admit it but there’s a thrill that runs through her whenever she has her little encounters with Lee. It takes away all thoughts of everything else and she actually allows herself to have fun in a more biblical sense. She yelps at the sting against her ass, letting out a giggle -- a fucking giggle.

At the lingerie section, she’s met with the man on a chair, his words doing nothing more than to further ignite the electricity that thrums through her veins. Eyes widen at his unbuttoned jeans, instinct drawing her down to her knees. It’s the thought of getting caught that has her inching forward until she’s right there between his legs. Looking up at him, she regards her friend with a tilt of her head. “I’d show you if you ever get your cock out,” she challenges.

#dahlia * / threads .#dahlia * / & lee .

lee-hayner:

Lee chuckled when Dahlia swung the dildo around. “Pick out your favorite toy and meet me in the lingerie. I think I know exactly what you want.” He winked and pressed his lips against hers. As he walked behind her, he spanked her with a small smirk. “I’m always up for a challenge.” Lee pressed his lips against her neck and sucked a small spot into her skin. “Hurry or I may start without you.”

Not at all surprised by Lee’s willingness to help her out, Dahlia hums into the kiss, pulling back with a smirk of her own at his order to pick out a toy. “So you’re going to use something on me,” she practically purrs, reaching out to grab a vibrator at random. “Do I get a discount?” Bottom lip tucked between her teeth at the feel of his lips on her neck, she suppresses a moan at the thought of being marked. “I’m sure you’d rather me on you than going solo,” she lets out a breathy sigh before forcing herself to turn around and saunter on over towards the lingerie section.

#dahlia * / threads .#dahlia * / & lee .

open location: santa ysabel park @indulgencerpgstarters

Dahlia's drunk and she's not even sure where she is at that point. Staggering around the park, she manages to sit herself on one of the benches, hissing as the cool metal hit the back of her thighs. The street lamp forces her to close her eyes and while a rational part of her is screaming at just how dangerous this is, she finds that she doesn't particularly care all that much. Strained ears pick up on footsteps nearing her, but in her alcohol induced state, all she can do is sit up to regard the stranger with a lopsided smile. "If you're going to kill me, can you at least wait until I get some food? I don't want to die hungry."

#indulgence.start

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