Dallyn King.

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As it proves, being a server is complete shit.

[hughes-of-kevin]

Oh… thanks. You’re alright yourself - I didn’t mean it as an insult. I bet people stare at you too, to distract them from the Banshee singing onstage. Have you heard that guy with the guitar?

I guess you’re right: it is flattering. But, apparently, if someone stares at you for more than t- I think it’s five minutes, they either wanna fuck you or kill you.

[dallyn-king-blog]

Well, uh, thanks. And no. I mean, I might have? I just haven't been paying attention to anything but getting whiny older women food. Which is one of the worst hells I've ever endured, by the way. Well, because I'm pretty sure we don't have any psychos on the loose as of late, I'm sure you've just got a long line of girls wanting in your pants, dude. Again, still not a bad thing.

[tabula-rasa-kitty-deactivated20]

But..I want..No, it’s alright. I’m sorry.

Yeah, hot dogs. You make the best ones. How ‘bout I pay you back with breakfast in bed tomorrow? You wear those flannel pj pants, and I’ll rock your Nirvana shirt.

[dallyn-king-blog]

It's okay. Really. Sounds like a plan, man. You always look cute in my band tees, anyways. Who knows, we might get some free food either way. Nudity or no nudity.

[adrian-warren-blog]

[Impressing people by acting cool. What was he? Twelve?] You don’t need to try to impress me, kiddo. Just be yourself. No need to choke yourself.

Really. I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. And thanks, that’s nice of you. [He passed him in a grin, snuffing the cigarette. This was too easy.] So, aside from being a pretty cute server, what do you do for fun and shit?  

[dallyn-king-blog]

Alright, man. Thanks. I'm actually hoping to be a game designer? You know, when I finally get my shit together and stop fucking around. So, you know, a good portion of my life is spent straining my eyes on computer screens and messing with game mods on any hacked software I can get my hands on. That's really lame, but it's essentially the base of my life. What about you, man? I bet you're you're really cool and likes driving motorbikes.

[tabula-rasa-kitty-deactivated20]

I’m sorry..I just thought..you know. You needed it. 

Fuck. I did it again. I’m sorry. God, dammit. I’m not supposed to have sex with you. Dr. Melekov said it was imprinting. Like a duckling. I’m just your little duck. Not your lover…

[dallyn-king-blog]

You don't have to do everything I need, Kitty. Seriously, you being here is enough. Don't apologize. Just forget it, okay? I'll make some hot dogs, and we can forget this happened. Yeah?

[tabula-rasa-kitty-deactivated20]

But you said you wanted sex…

[dallyn-king-blog]

Yeah, I mean. Sex is cool and all, but I wouldn't feel right having it with you. Not that you'd be a bad fuck, you totally wouldn't. But, uh, you means more than a fuck to me, you know? So, yeah. I don't want to have sex with you just to have sex. Id I were to, uh, you know, fuck you, I'd want to make love to you or whatever. Not just mindless sex.

[adrian-warren-blog]

Dallyn’s pretty cool- different. [Adrian took the cigarette back, trying not to laugh at the others ignorance of smoking. Didn’t they show this stuff on t.v?  It shouldn’t be that hard.] You didn’t need to take it if you didn’t want to. [He smirked, filling his lungs with nicotine.] 

[He smiled, glad the attraction was in the air. Dallyn was a caught fish, mouth practically open wide.] I’m a bouncer. And you’re not bad yourself- cutest guy I’ve seen in this town. 

[dallyn-king-blog]

I thought it'd impress you. You know, smoking. I don't know. All the cool people smoke. I always just get sick when I do it.

[Dallyn could feel himself shift and squirm. Compliments sucked sometimes.] Really? Not to fish for more compliments or whatever. But, yeah. Thanks, man. You're umh... yeah. I already told you you were hot. Sorry.

[tabula-rasa-kitty-deactivated20]

Now is that line before or after showering together? 

[dallyn-king-blog]

Before! Jeez, Kitty!

[tabula-rasa-kitty-deactivated20]

Aww, you flatter me, honey. But you’ve got a cuter butt. 

I don’t think you’re a pervert. Or else you’ve got crazy good self-control, sharing a bed with me this whole time. 

[dallyn-king-blog]

Really? Well, uh, thanks? Well, yeah. I'm not a pervert. But, you know, I'm a guy. I draw the line at showering together.

[tabula-rasa-kitty-deactivated20]

Never!

[dallyn-king-blog]

I mean, you have no reason to. You've got nice ... uh. [Dallyn laughed nervously shaking a hand at her.] Forget I said that! Jeez, look what you make me say. I feel like such a pervert, man.

[adrian-warren-blog]

The name is Adrian. Nice to meet you, kiddo. [He passed a grin, lighting another cigarette and offering a puff to the other.] Your vibes don’t suck. You seem pretty chill. 

So what do you do around this lovely place? 

[dallyn-king-blog]

Adrian is a pretty cool name. You know, anything's better than fucking Dallyn. [He smiled, taking the cigarette awkwardly from the other. He stared at it for a few seconds, taking an unwanted drag, completely unaware of what to do once the smoke was in his mouth. He breathed it, finding himself blowing it out as fast as he could. He felt lightheaded, but, in all, he just hoped he didn't look like a complete fool. It'd be pretty alright to impress someone around here.]  ...Uh, I'm a server. A shit one, but a server. What about you? Well, you know, besides eye candy.

[tabula-rasa-kitty-deactivated20]

So it’s settled then, I’ll wear your boxer briefs. 

And nothing else. 

[dallyn-king-blog]

For the sake of my jealousy, at least wear a bathing suit top.

[tabula-rasa-kitty-deactivated20]

Oh yay! Another barbecue!

You could wear your boxer briefs and I think someone might give us free food.

[dallyn-king-blog]

Psh, you could wear practically anything and people would give us free food.

[adrian-warren-blog]

[Adrian watched the kid sit down, noticing that he was probably the cutest little fucker he’d seen since meeting some kid named James? Jayden? Whatever, all he knew was that he honestly didn’t care if he was sitting there.] 

No, feel free to talk. [Set the targets at ease. It was simple- easy.] People tell me I give off a vibe- sorry. [The word sorry felt foreign and tasted gross. But if it helped his cock in the future, he’s persevere.] 

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[Dallyn smiled at the other, fixing his glasses before turning to direct himself at Adrian. That was polite, right?] Well, we all give out some vibes. I think you're pretty okay, though. You know, just from vibes alone. I'm Dallyn, by the way. I hope my vibes don't suck too.

[tabula-rasa-kitty-deactivated20]

You’re quite welcome.

But I really like ramen noodles and hot dogs. But I could also go for Chinese food, if you’re feeling sassy. 

[dallyn-king-blog]

I've got some hot dogs in the fridge. We could use the grill in the sitting area. You know, if you're up for eating outside. It's not like anyone cares if I wear my pajamas outside, anyways.

[tabula-rasa-kitty-deactivated20]

What?! You’re kinda a catch. Dallyn, a girl you’ve never met in your life is unconscious on the side of the road, and you call an ambulance, wait for her to come to, and take her in once you learn she’s broken. I think that makes you quite a catch.

So we should just agree to disagree, because we could go in circles for hours. 

[dallyn-king-blog]

Well, thanks. You're pretty awesome too. Well, onto the next topic then, right? What do you want for dinner? I'm willing to do a drive out if you're not up for my cooking.

[godsfreys]

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