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"Do you want me to get you another drink or can I go count my cash?"
Illgiveyoufever Found her Compassion-
Teeth grazed teasingly over the flesh of her neck, if only for a moment, and he pressed his lips to the hollow of her collarbone; it surprised him to feel just how soft she was, how gentle she was with him— there were many a person that had not handled Theta so softly in the past, many a time when he had taken weeks to heal. But Elizabeth didn’t hurt him, ran those fingers through his hair, sinfully offered the most vulnerable patch of skin to the boy as offering; this made him hot, had his hips canting up against hers, if only for a moment before the woman pulled back. His cheeks were a flushed pink, freckles only causing to deepen the shade, and mouth parted as he panted. “Yeah, is that right? I’m too good? Oh, you got me. Mister-do-gooder-Sigma.” It wasn’t untruthful though, for that was how many knew him to be. Not Theta though, he knew the truth. “Maybe you outta teach me how to be bad sometimes, huh? Show me the ropes.”
A giggle mistakenly passed through her lips as he spoiled her neck with attention. Her hand ran flat against his chest, massaging it gently while their bodies gently pressed together. She wanted to kiss him again. She wanted to kiss him over and over if she could but she had to have some sense of self control. There was a fear that she tried to ignore, but every time she got close, it returned for a stronger hold. She guessed she could thank it sometimes for protecting her, but times like these it was just a pest. With a sigh to herself she lifted her hand to gently cast her thumb over his freckled cheek. Constellations of the soul, someone once said. "There's nothing wrong with being good. But you gotta learn that there's times when you can be bad." Elizabeth smirked, continuing to graze her thumb over his cheekbone. "You outta take chances, no matter the mistakes. Act before you think, and have fun even if you look stupid. Those are just a few of the rules of being a troublemaker-- but the first one is that there are no rules." With that she gave his cheek a pinch.
"That’d be perfect, actually," he said with a slight smile, being sure to watch her actions carefully. He glanced up at all the screens that were showing the game, then back down at her. "Beer first, though. Just add it all to my tab."
She nodded, giving a small laugh. "Beer first, got it." She nodded again and then turned around to hurry and get his drink. She got rid of all the bills sticking out of her revealing clothing, making sure it was a place she could retrieve it later on. Soon returning to the young man she handed him the newly opened beer, "Here you go, hun."
Dakota shrugged his shoulders a bit, his tongue darting out to slide over his lower lip. “Um, can I just have another beer?” He asked, biting down on his lower lip. “Or a lap dance. Either or.”
She gave a Hollywood smile and shifted her weight. "I can give you both, if that's what you want." She offered to take his empty bottle for him, folding the few dollar bills she had pulled from her strapping bra and tucked it into the waistband of her underwear.
Tracie squeezed her arms around herself, “Could you…introduce me? Please?”
"If she's here, and if not I'm sure I could give her your number." She gestured slightly for the woman to follow her toward the dressing rooms. "Have you been enjoying yourself tonight?"
"Let me rephrase, I want dick but not from a sweating, smelly, I want it from….a woman who smells nice and looks nice and can attach it."
"I'm sure you could find a lady like that too. One who is into that kind of thing. I know a few friends of mine who are, luckily for you. I can introduce you if you'd like."
"If I said dick?"
"There's a lot of testosterone in the room-- I'm sure you'll find a few."
"I'm glad I get to take a break from the dancing because of the football game-- but I couldn't escape having to dress up. I'm sorry-- Can I help you with anything?"
REACTION MEME: Bruised and Broken Version
"Woah, when did you get that?"
"Who did this to you?"
"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"
"You’re saying this was an accident?"
"What a shiner!"
"If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy."
"I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!"
"Does it hurt when I touch it?"
"Let me kiss it better."
"If you don’t rest, you won’t heal."
"Another fight?"
"What happened to your face?"
"I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…"
"Let’s get you to bed."
"Let’s get you to the hospital."
"Why are you so calm about this?"
"You’re bleeding!"
"What are friends for, ey?"
"So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?"
"You need to look where you’re going."
"I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious."
"Do you want to tell me what really happened?"
"Don’t move! You’ll faint!"
"I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec."
"You’re the clumsiest person I know."
"I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this."
"How could you be so careless?"
"I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"
"H-how many of them were there?"
"Can I get you anything, sweetheart?"
Do you have a valentine yet?
"Not yet— No. I usually don’t get one unless you count the people at the club on our Valentine’s Day spectacular."
Put "ᴅᴏ yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ yᴇᴛ?" in my ask to see how my muse reacts.
"You look lovely. No I don’t think I’ve seen it around. I can help look for it if you’d like?"
"Oh, thank you, Darling." She breathed, looking around some more. "If you'd like-- It's just a plain short blonde wig. I didn't think I'd be able to miss it but maybe one of the other girls put it somewhere."
"Are you okay? You didn’t fall too badly did you?"
"I— I’m fine. Just tripped a little on these damn shoes. I’m alright though, thank you."
Tristan continued on with the impromptu performance, responding in mock surprise and confusion as his hat leaped away from him once more. “Well, isn’t that odd!” Finally, he managed to pick it up and was just about to place it on his head when it jumped upwards as if in some desperate attempt to escape again. “No wonder why someone as elegant as yourself managed to trip. This entire sidewalk seems to defy gravity in random bursts.”
Elizabeth couldn't help but continue with her laughter. He was just too much-- but in a good way. He just made her day ten times better, didn't he? "Oh my goodness, you just made my day." She breathed, watching his hat jump up from his head when he was about to put it on.
"I-- I don't wanna be a cheerleader, no more!"
The 'yes or no' game.
You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no.
Bring it on
"Are you okay? You didn’t fall too badly did you?"
"I— I’m fine. Just tripped a little on these damn shoes. I’m alright though, thank you."
"It’s nothing really. I’m just glad that you’re alright. These side walks really ought to be repaired soon." The woman seemed rather embarrassed as most people are after tripping so the performer tried to make her smile by preforming a simple magic trick, dropping his hat onto the floor only for it to skid away.
"I agree! I mean-- someone's gonna trip and fall and end up in the hospital." She sighed, continuing to try and recover with a few adjustments in her clothes and hair. She avoided looking around to see who had seen her, maybe to save herself from further embarrassment if she caught anyone laughing. When he went to go pick up his hat, however, all of those timid fears vanished when his hat jumped away from him as if it had a mind of its own. "Oh my!" She cracked up with a few giggles.