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Eden turned around and scrunched her nose. “I still dont get what it is.”

90snostalgia311

“It’s a piece of clothing that covers someone’s privates.”

“Are privates, someones secret stash of gold?”

Eden starter

Eden giggled to herself as she held something in front of her face. What was this thing, it was so funny looking. She giggled again, and a man with glasses came up to her.

“Excuse me mam, but do you mind not giggling while touching the mens underwear.”

“The mens what?”

“The undergarments madam.”

90snostalgia311

“Hey! Who took my underwear?”

Eden turned around and scrunched her nose. “I still dont get what it is.”

Eden starter

Eden giggled to herself as she held something in front of her face. What was this thing, it was so funny looking. She giggled again, and a man with glasses came up to her.

“Excuse me mam, but do you mind not giggling while touching the mens underwear.”

“The mens what?”

“The undergarments madam.”

Bones// Open

trigger-and-wings:

“Is it? I guess a little bit. I’m sort of used to it.”

“So how’d you come by that trait? Turnin’ in to the dragon an all?”

Bones// Open

“It’s not a joke. Would be one hell of a joke. It’s called being a shapeshifter. I have two forms. This one and my dragon form.”

“A shape shifter? Blimey thats.. well thats a hell of a story.”

Bones// Open

“Oh relax. I’m not going to eat you.” Bones’ scales turned to his clothes. “I don’t have an area. I just have trust issues.”

“I uh.... holyy f--, how.. I dont... Okay this must be some sort of joke? You were just a dragon and now.. you are.. not.”

Eden and Hunter

oceans-appetite:

“I can call it whatever I like.” She smirked, then gave him a wink. “You don’t? But you don’t know how much fun it could be.”

She looked both ways, then turned her attention back on him. “Look, I need to get out of this house. Im a fair maiden, trapped in a castle, and I need my prince to rescue me.” Men liked being the hero didnt they? Besides, Eden usually imagined her life as a fairytale. Why not? When you’ve been stuck inside so much, how could one not resort to books, and their own imaginings. Life would otherwise be so dull.

“And I could make it as bad tasting as I’d like so you take your froo froo comment back.” He spoke to her only looking up for a second before returning to his mixing and pouring and throwing bottles around like he had learned to do over the years. “Listen lady, I know from experience the type of crazy fuckin’ things you guys can think up so I have a feeling it wouldn’t be as fun as you’d like me to believe.”

He stopped with his hands wrapped around the shaker as he stared at the girl as she spoke. “Firstly I’m no prince. Second, you need to get out? Why not just walk out the door? I mean you look like you have fine working legs and I’m sure you have the money for a cab so why would you need me for this plan of yours?” He questioned her with a cocked brow. He resumed his shaking before grabbing the glass and pouring the final concoction and placing some garnishes on the side of the glass and placing it in front of the girl. “What’s so horrible about having all the money in the world and everything you need at your fingertips that you need to get out so bad, hmm?”

“I have gorgeous legs thank you very much.” She teased, lifting her chin. “But sadly the situation is a little more complicated then that. My father.. well he doesnt exactly.. let me go out. Ever. Really. Hardly ever, unless with an escort, so I need your help. You seem capable enough yes? Can handle a little situation like this yes?”

Bones// Open

“Back away, nice and slow.” Bones growled, his voice a deep rumble in the back of his throat. His eyes life fire as he watched the person in front of him. He did not trust them so he was on full alert, his long claws digging into the dirt. “Now what do you want?”

“Shit! Yup, I- how… I-” Tom stuttered, backing up. What the hell? A massive dragon was right in front of him. How did that even happen.. was he dreaming? Drugged? What the hell?

“What do you want?” Bones growled, eyes narrowing. His tail flicking back and forth, his head lower so he could look straight into the others eyes.

#HOW DO I EDIT THEY TOOK AWAY THE LITTLE EDIT THING

“Look, man.. thing- DRAGON! Sir.. I don’t want anythin’, honest! I wos just going fer a walk and, this is your area.. I guess... Soo... sorry for stumblin’ upon it.. sir.”

Bones// Open

“Back away, nice and slow.” Bones growled, his voice a deep rumble in the back of his throat. His eyes life fire as he watched the person in front of him. He did not trust them so he was on full alert, his long claws digging into the dirt. “Now what do you want?”

“Shit! Yup, I- how... I-” Tom stuttered, backing up. What the hell? A massive dragon was right in front of him. How did that even happen.. was he dreaming? Drugged? What the hell?

#heyyyyy

Eden and Hunter

oceans-appetite:

She narrowed her eyes at him. Obviously her cover up hadn’t worked the way she had hoped.

“Fine. Give me a froo froo drink but after that, I need you to do something for me.” She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“A froo froo drink? I wouldn’t call it that when it’s something you like to drink.” He spoke with a small frown and a small tsk.

He began to grab different alcohol bottles and juices, mixing and pouring quantities that looked like he had no clue what he was doing, but he always found that his cocktails turned out best when he had no recipe to follow. “That doesn’t sound good. Why are your eyes doing that? I want no part in whatever you’re coming up with in your head.”

“I can call it whatever I like.” She smirked, then gave him a wink. “You don’t? But you don’t know how much fun it could be.”

She looked both ways, then turned her attention back on him. “Look, I need to get out of this house. Im a fair maiden, trapped in a castle, and I need my prince to rescue me.” Men liked being the hero didnt they? Besides, Eden usually imagined her life as a fairytale. Why not? When you’ve been stuck inside so much, how could one not resort to books, and their own imaginings. Life would otherwise be so dull.

Eden and Hunter

oceans-appetite:

“Perfect.” She grinned, practically bouncing on her toes in excitement. Then took it in her hands when presented.

“I despise these parties.” She hold him, with an air of satisfaction, before taking a large drink, and immediately opened her mouth. The whisky poured back in to the glass, complete with backwash now added to the mix.

She froze there trying not to throw up. Why would anyone drink that horrible thing? But she couldn’t tell him that. She needed to play it cool.

“That’s umm… really good stuff.” She tried.

Hunter looked at her oddly wondering why she was excited about whisky. “You despise?” He chuckled, telling from her choice of words that she definitely came from a rich family and the things she was wearing at that minute probably cost more than his car.

He watched her swig back the whole glass with wide eyes, knowing how much that would probably burn her throat. He began to laugh, maybe a bit too loud, but he couldn’t help it. He looked at the glass that was placed back down on the bar in front of him and kept chuckling.

“Oh yeah, you looked like you really enjoyed that.” He nodded, knowing he didn’t believe a word she was telling him. “Do you like margaritas?” He questioned as he picked up the glass and poured its contents down the drain and the glass in the sink. “Now tell me what drink you actually like and want.” He said firmly with a cocked brow.

She narrowed her eyes at him. Obviously her cover up hadn't worked the way she had hoped.

"Fine. Give me a froo froo drink but after that, I need you to do something for me." She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Eden and Hunter

oceans-appetite:

“No. Whisky please.” She said firmly, tilting her head to the side with a smile. She was no frilly rich daughter, oh no! She would show him just how grown up she was. Unsheltered too, definitely not sheltered.

Originally posted by victoriasdaily

“Alrighty, whisky coming your way.” He said holding his hands up and grabbing the bottle and some ice to pour her whisky in a glass. He placed it neatly in front of her with a smirk and wanted to watch her take her first sip. “So what brings a pretty rich girl to come sit at the bar rather than go out there and dance with some pretty rich dude?” He wondered, watching her closely for when she would take a sip of the drink and searching her features for any clues to what type of person she was.

"Perfect." She grinned, practically bouncing on her toes in excitement. Then took it in her hands when presented.

"I despise these parties." She hold him, with an air of satisfaction, before taking a large drink, and immediately opened her mouth. The whisky poured back in to the glass, complete with backwash now added to the mix.

She froze there trying not to throw up. Why would anyone drink that horrible thing? But she couldn't tell him that. She needed to play it cool.

"That's umm... really good stuff." She tried.

Eden and Hunter

oceans-appetite:

She sighed heavily, waiting for him to get to her. He seemed to be taking his sweet time with it too. “Hunter.” She repeated, tasting the sound on her lips. “I can work with that. And yes you may get me some.. whisky on the rocks.” In all honesty, Eden had never tried whisky before but it sounded dangerous, thrilling even.

Originally posted by me13in

He raised his eyebrows at her words. “You can work with that? What?” He questioned her in confusion. He looked at her for a second and he couldn’t deny she was cute, but there was also something that was a bit odd about her. “Whisky? You sure? I can make you a nice pretty cocktail instead..” He trailed wondering whether he was misjudging her character. He’d never had such a hard time judging a person’s, especially a woman’s, character before and wondered what it was about her.

"No. Whisky please." She said firmly, tilting her head to the side with a smile. She was no frilly rich daughter, oh no! She would show him just how grown up she was. Unsheltered too, definitely not sheltered.

Eden and Hunter

oceans-appetite:

Eden stood up, and ignoring her fathers questions, crossed the floor to the bar.

“What’s your name?” She asked him with a smirk, as she leaned over the counter.

She didn’t exactly have a fully thought out plan yet, but it would come to her, it always did. Then she would be rid of this boring party, and out in the world, ready for an adventure. Whether this gentleman wanted to help her or not was besides the point.

Originally posted by victoriasdaily

His eyes fluttered up at the gentle voice of a woman, smirking as he saw it was the same girl who had just winked at him. He didn’t answer her question at first, pouring the whiskey into the glass of the gentleman who had ordered before she had arrived. As he handed the drink over and gave the man a charming smile which of course earned him a decent tip. He took the tip and shoved it in his pocket before placing his hands flat on the bar in front of the young woman and slowly tilting his head to the side as he looked at her.

“Hello to you too Miss.” He said sarcastically before giving her one of his most dazzling smiles. “My name’s Hunter.” He told her before leaning back and starting to pour himself a drink. “Can I get you something?”

She sighed heavily, waiting for him to get to her. He seemed to be taking his sweet time with it too. "Hunter." She repeated, tasting the sound on her lips. "I can work with that. And yes you may get me some.. whisky on the rocks." In all honesty, Eden had never tried whisky before but it sounded dangerous, thrilling even.

Eden and Hunter

oceans-appetite:

“Thank you Darling, you really are gorgeous.” Eden smirked, curtsying dramatically for her servant, before proceeding to skip down the hallway.

“Esther, you look lovely. Evie you missed a couple strands.” She giggled to herself and continued on her way, leaving her sisters with a curious expression on their face.

“Why are you so happy tonight?” Her oldest sister asked, looking over from her mirror.

“How ever could I be anything else, theres a grand ball tonight!”

“Yes, but.. you don’t exactly like Papa’s big parties.”

“Oh don’t I?” She asked, ever so smuggly.

“No you don-”

“Must be off Darlings.” With that she picked up her skirts, fled down the hall, then jumped on the railing and slid all the way down.

–

An hour and a half later the party was in full bloom. Servants with mini appetizers were making their rounds, some were dancing, and a great number of guests were flirting. However, Eden was plotting. Or rather sulking at this very moment, but before that, she was plotting.

“Eden!” Her father hissed in her ear, sit up, and for goodness sake stop drinking so much.”

Eden sighed, and scooted up in her chair. “Ive only had one glass.”

Every party was the same, boring people, boring music, and boring men. They were all dressed in boring clothing, and bragging about their endowments or something of the like.

Her plans for escape werent exactly going as she liked, not after her father had seen her trying to slip out the front door with a stranger. No now she was sitting here beside him, under lock down sipping at her Champagne.

Her eyes scanned the room again, and finally came to rest on the bartender. She watched as he poured the drinks effortlessly, tossing the bottles in the air before catching and pouring. Oh dear, he would do for sure.

So she waited to catch his eye, and as soon as he looked over, she gave her flirtiest wink.

Originally posted by vishesonfire

Another day another job at some fancy event he’d been hired to do. He still to this day never understood why he always got hired to do fancy events. He was always up front with the rich people’s assistants that approached him that he wouldn’t wear a tux for the event and that he wouldn’t cover up his tattoos. He was a good bartender, some may even say great, but the fact that he wouldn’t fit in with the ‘help’ at these events made him think it would put him out of the possibility to do the jobs asked of him.

Nonetheless, there he was, pouring the drinks, flipping the bottles, flirting with the pretty young girls and getting flirted with by the older ladies who were bored of their husbands. He liked the job, he got to have fun with it and flirt and usually get a decent one night stand and help the ladies escape the harshness of a rich life.

He was already eyeing the girl who he’d be working his magic on and who he’d probably end up taking home at the end of the night and as his eyes were scanning the room to find her, his gaze landed on another girl who was eyeing him and who once saw he was looking at her, winked. He looked down with a chuckle and began drying a glass near him and shaking his head. Some women are so open with their flirting. He thought to himself and looked up at the person who just arrived at the bar.

“What can I getcha’?”

Eden stood up, and ignoring her fathers questions, crossed the floor to the bar.

“What’s your name?” She asked him with a smirk, as she leaned over the counter.

She didn’t exactly have a fully thought out plan yet, but it would come to her, it always did. Then she would be rid of this boring party, and out in the world, ready for an adventure. Whether this gentleman wanted to help her or not was besides the point.

Eden and Hunter

“Thank you Darling, you really are gorgeous.” Eden smirked, curtsying dramatically for her servant, before proceeding to skip down the hallway.

“Esther, you look lovely. Evie you missed a couple strands.” She giggled to herself and continued on her way, leaving her sisters with a curious expression on their face.

“Why are you so happy tonight?” Her oldest sister asked, looking over from her mirror.

“How ever could I be anything else, theres a grand ball tonight!”

“Yes, but.. you don’t exactly like Papa’s big parties.”

“Oh don’t I?” She asked, ever so smuggly.

“No you don-”

“Must be off Darlings.” With that she picked up her skirts, fled down the hall, then jumped on the railing and slid all the way down.

--

An hour and a half later the party was in full bloom. Servants with mini appetizers were making their rounds, some were dancing, and a great number of guests were flirting. However, Eden was plotting. Or rather sulking at this very moment, but before that, she was plotting.

“Eden!” Her father hissed in her ear, sit up, and for goodness sake stop drinking so much.”

Eden sighed, and scooted up in her chair. “Ive only had one glass.”

Every party was the same, boring people, boring music, and boring men. They were all dressed in boring clothing, and bragging about their endowments or something of the like.

Her plans for escape werent exactly going as she liked, not after her father had seen her trying to slip out the front door with a stranger. No now she was sitting here beside him, under lock down sipping at her Champagne.

Her eyes scanned the room again, and finally came to rest on the bartender. She watched as he poured the drinks effortlessly, tossing the bottles in the air before catching and pouring. Oh dear, he would do for sure.

So she waited to catch his eye, and as soon as he looked over, she gave her flirtiest wink.

Distracted || OPEN

mycoffinorurs:

Camille let out a musical giggle. He certainly was tongue tied. It really amused her in a way. More flattery than mockery. “I think I’ve finished.” She scanned the bar, it looked and smelled clean enough. No stale beer smell and it wasn’t sticky.

She grabbed her things from a closet of sorts and walked past him towards the front of house. “Sounds like we can go then?” She ruffled her hair, trying to get out of the work frame of mind and into the relaxing way. Besides, with a drinking partner like Tom, the night seemed like it was about to get more interesting.

Tom took a deep breath and stood up, though casually trying to hide his boner in the process.. especially with that hair ruffle. “Alright, uh.. Ill just grab my coat too.” He gulped, practically running to the back room.

He paused there, talking himself up, and cracking his neck. Just because a sexy coworker.. who was blonde.. asked him out sort of, didnt mean anything. Just be cool.

He came out looking a little better, though he kept his eyes just past her, and moved in front of her to open the door. “After you.”

mycoffinorurs

Cam caught her lip between her teeth when he finally reappeared. He struck her as such an odd duck. But soon they were out in the cool night air. “I heard there’s a pretty good place down the way.” She pointed towards a string of neon lights down the strip. “What do you think?”

Camille wondered if she should make small talk or wait until they had a few drinks in them. While she was fairly extroverted, Tom seemed kind of backwards. She chuckled to herself at the thought, hoping not to appear rude.