&quot;If you can put your hand up its ass, we got it.&quot;

Spoken like a true black man, Dirk. Finally make it out of the ghetto/oppressive post apocalytpic setting with all of this experience in a really cool and cutting-edge field, and a brother can't get a job to save his life. Forced to result to flipping burgers or asking if they'd like to apply for a Wal-Fart shopping card. Talk about degrading, right? Hell, and the kid probably had a baby mama or three to provide for.

Bro couldn't handle the lifestyle, unfortunately. It was bad enough that he'd been told to live in a box upon arrival. A box. And no, we're not talking about some metaphor for a somewhat ramshackled and decrepit home in the shape of an evenly measured rectangle. No, it was literally just a cardboard cutout shit hole.

Which was what had led him to hit the streets and set his mind towards turning his slump into a Slumdog Millionaire. Rags to riches, hags to bitches, etc etc. With Lil Cal at his back and a video camera in his hand, the elder Strider of beta fame set out to make a little money the only way he knew how.

Filming porn.

"I'm telling you. Those crows feet? We'll make that shit into an eagles might talons shrieking the national anthem. Stretch marks? More like stretch out because your rockin' bod makes me want to spank that ass marks. Girl you are a fine piece of work. If I were twenty years older and hitting my mid-life crisis I would be all over that."

And that was how Dirk and Bro met. With his older self harassing some older woman that had wanted nothing more than to pick up some cantaloupe and enjoy her soap operas. After a vicious struggle with her trying to push that camcorder out of her face and wheel away as fast as possible, the Guardian turned to find...himself staring back through that little screen.

"...Sup."

#oops

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pantaloonkind

Stay Classy Bro.

#whoops #long hair don't care

Right back at you, little me.

...And that...should have been privately answered.

I don't even know what we would do with these two but I know I want to do something with them.

Most definitely. Gotta have some kind of selfcesting crossdimensional fuckery. Minus the cesting and the fuckery, mind you.

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#lmao so awesome you are

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True, true. Considering the situation right now, it was actually way better than the whole game session and even the time after Damara’s death. She hadn’t been able to have that much fun in quite a while. None of her past mattered in Hive City, and it was good that way. Good that nobody knew about her past, her mistakes, her regrets.

Alright, okay, maybe he was the one seducing her right now, but that didn’t really have to be a bad thing, right? Although Damara was used to being in control, she didn’t mind being dominated like this either. In fact, it might just become a new hobby. Maybe some spanking, yeah that sounded like fun.

Mmmaybe she liked being teased as well. She’d yet to prove him wrong, but her mind was somewhere else. Especially when she felt his pink human tongue dart out to caress her lips and shortly after enter her mouth to explore whatever he could find there. She was eager to respond, tongue chasing his, playing tag together in perfect harmony.

Happy about her freed hands, Damara tangled one in his golden locks, the other one resting on his bare back and occasionally digging her nails into the pale flesh, though she held herself back from being too rough, as if she could break the human boy though he was probably much stronger and trained.

As she wasn’t used to these light touches on her skin anymore, she quivered visibly beneath him, It was weird, engaging in these action after such a long time, feeling the warmth of another body so close to her own. Although completely emotionally detached, there was something about this that made it seem like it wasn’t just physical attraction.

Damara’s ‘king’ gave her a chance to catch her breath again then, though when his teeth sank into the soft flesh of her neck she hissed, drawing in a sharp breath and almost choking on it, but it was such a damn good pain.

His hand on her thigh was a pleasant surprise and with every inch it traveled higher,she arched her back more into him, lips shaky but not letting a sound come over them, not until he deserved it. Words got caught in her throat, and she knew, no matter what she said right now would prove him wrong, as he was the one in control. He was the one making her squirm.

” PROVE LATER. ” she breathed, all she could manage right now. It could wait. Let him in charge, let him be the king.

It had been a long time since Bro had felt the touch of the woman. What time did he have to indulge in sins of the flesh, after all? With the end of their world ushered in by Dave starting up Sburb, and travelling across the universe trying to put a stop to Jack Noir...there just hadn't been any opportunities.

The fingers that had been trailing over her thigh momentarily tucked underneath the him of her stockings, nails dragging across one of those faded marks that lined her skin. And then they were travelling further and further, just barely skimming along the candy cane material of her panties.

Nothing direct. She didn't deserve that, not just yet. It was punishment for his Queen thinking that she had any control in this situation. Looking down on him for being a lowly, pink human being.

Nails were scraping across that sensitive, tender flesh of her inner thigh now. Hooking against the band of her undergarments and pulling them upwards. Allowing cotton to pull more tautly against her sex, to the point where it was beginning to strain. A part of him wanted to bend down and sensually pull off the material with his teeth...but then bicep bulged, and they were torn off in a motion so quick that her only moment of recognition would be watching them flutter to the bedside.

Tastebuds slid along her collar bone, nipping and biting and marking her. Even if she wasn't his to claim, that wouldn't stop the Strider from marking her all over her body.

She was his for the moment. That was more than enough.

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Although quite honestly, the stupid kids wouldn’t have made it so far without the help of the obviously better race, the trolls. First they ruin their session and they need help? Awful race, those humans. Really awful.

Also that wasn’t coolness, that was just awkward teenage behavior, wannabe coolnes, so to speak. A pubescent kid trying to hide all his insecurities behind a stupid pokerface wasn’t cool at all. Huge turn-off. Nice try though. Such a sweet kid. Wrestling it is then. Later. Probably. Damara’s a girl that gets what she wants, alright. We’ve established that.

Surely no more mentions of puppets. She had more important things to do, mind you. Currently she was busy seducing a real Strider, which might have been a challenge for anyone else, but just a game for Damara.

So he didn’t like to be teased? Sure as hell didn’t seem that way, and Damara knew, oooh she knew. And she could on smirk, devishly to say the least.

” YOU ARE LIAR. “

And then, just like that, she was on her back, wrists pressed firmly into the mattress beneath her and held in place. Uh lala, if this is the way he wanted it to be, it was completely fine with her. Like super completely fine and yes, those were his lips on her neck and throat, traveling, exploring the foreign gray skin and god, she liked this way too much.

Damara squirmed beneath him, sometimes even intentionally just so she could feel his teeth dig into her again, eliciting a moan from her every now and then, as if to reward his sudden eagerness.

Little did she know she was like the main actress starring in a really sick and perverted movie, though on her way to great success. Maybe people would see her true talent and she might become a real actress, model, singer, anything. She’d rule the worl— okay, no.

But when his stupid human lips met hers, Damara completely blacked out. Pure bliss. She’d missed this feeling, longed for it ever since she’d realized she wouldn’t get that back for a long time. And though it meant absolutely nothing, not to him and surely not to her, she smiled into it, though only for a moment until she bit his bottom lip, gently, carefully, testing.

She craved his touch, more contact, but with her arms held in place she couldn’t bury her hands in his hair. All she could do, and did, was arch her back into her newfound king, wanting him closer, to feel his warmth, skin to skin. This was the best.

Alright, enough about the sessions. None of that was particularly important anymore, considering they had all been dragged to wherever the fuck this was. A part of Strider couldn't help but wonder if mmaybe they had actually managed to win the game. How else could they all have been brought back to life? And as far as afterlives go, this Hive wasn't too bad.

And could she really say that she was seducing him? Because from where he was standing, it was the other way around. Damara had that personality that obviously was used to being in control...something that he intended on changing.

"Prove it."

That last word was lost in a growl of content as he felt her seize his bottom lip, a spark of electricity striking the base of his spine and igniting a blaze behind scarlet irises. That push of his lips became that much more intent, tongue sliding out across red lips and within her mouth. Taste buds scraping over her teeth and the roof of her mouth.

His hands finally released their grip on her wrists, feather light touch trailing along her limbs and down her ribs. One hand slid underneath the small of her back as she arched against him, muscles flexing underneath that white polo as he held her body against him. God, she felt pretty fucking amazing.

He just couldn't get enough of her warmth. Her touch. The way that smooth, gray skin felt against his own. He was honestly fascinated by her complexion. It was so alien, so foreign against his own tan. Breaking off the kiss for air, he found himself attacking her neck once more. Teeth sinking into her throat and leaving a circle of marks that were soothed by the slow roll of his tongue.

His free hand had managed to find those red thigh highs that she apparently loved so much, loving the feeling of nylon underneath his calloused palms. Nails went scratching against the material as he traveled along her thick thigh, disappearing underneath her skirt as he gave another strong squeeze.

hot piece of ass

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Mom was more than happy when Bro decided on taking her back home with him. They had met on occasion a few times before but they never spent much time at all in each other’s homes. Either Dave’s or Rose’s birthday they would spend time all together but those visits stopped when the kids became toddlers, which is why the two didn’t recall meeting each other before chatting on pesterchum. Both Bro and Mom had grow apart not by choice but by responsibility but not a single day went by that she didn’t remember the Texan fondly.

Now now, don’t get too discouraged, Mr.Strider. It only takes one night to lead to many. For an indecisive woman such as herself she didn’t need much convincing so spending time with Bro was practically a given. He made her feel like she wasn’t a total screw up and no one has ever come remotely close to being able to do that besides him.

As the a cool breeze rolled by the temperature around the two dropped slightly. The blonde’s response to this was nuzzling into the chest of the male who currently was tending to her with care. Her arms which had been tucked neatly in her lap soon were wrapped around his neck for the benefit of both of their warmth. They were two peas in a pod, a weird oddly shaped pod but a pod nonetheless.

“Aww shucks what am I going to do without footie pajamas? You know those are my favorites.”

Laughter escaped the Lalonde’s ebony lips. Being with Bro was so natural and honestly it was almost as easy as breathing. They fed off each other’s personality and somehow it worked for them. It worked so well that it led to nearly perfect moments like this. A tipsy single mom and an ironic single…bro, making their way down the streets of the slums of the city together almost as if it was an everyday occurrence for them. It was so normal more specifically it felt so normal.

The small nudge didn’t go unnoticed. Mom smiled at the small display of affection. While she didn’t need reassurance that the Strider cared for her acts such as this were always welcomed. Most of her life was spent with a severe lack of physical contact so whenever she did receive some she reveled in it. Although the fact that the contact was initiated by a certain Strider caused a comfortable warmth in her chest. She returned the favor with another small kiss this time along his jawline.

“I do not cheat!—Okay, only sometimes but doesn’t that make it more of a challenge? Come on you’re not afraid of a little competition are you, Mr Strider?”

Actually she liked the idea of twister a lot better than monopoly but her lips were sealed and a grin replaced the unspoken comment. She knew fully well that he knew exactly what she was thinking it was a special skill he possessed after all these years.

Don't even fucking remind him. Their first birthday party together had been a disaster, and that was an understatement. Both Rose and Dave had began walking by that point, and they had gone around terrorizing Chuck E. Cheese and bullying the other kids. And then they disappeared completely, leaving Bro to go diving through ball pits and peeking down slides while Mom snuck alcohol in a sippy cup. It was really just a pain in the ass, the whole thing.

As much as he said that, it was those brief little moments of familial bonding that he was the most fond of. Having someone to help him deal with the strain of raising a kid. Someone that could relate, take that sigh of relief with him when the tots were finally down for the night. Strider had dated, sure, but Lalonde was the only woman that had ever seen that side of him.

And he wasn't discouraged, Ms. Lalonde, far from it. While she may flirt and frolick with whoever, he knew that they shared a bond that could never be broken. Or replaced, for that matter. A fling was a fling, and he wasn't always there to fulfill her needs. She knew he was always there though, one phone call away.

The hands round his neck sent those hairs prickling, Bro turning his head slightly to the right and allowing his lips to brush across the inside of her elbow. Of course, she had to go and ruin the otherwise romantic gesture my causing him to burst out laughing, but that was just the effect that the younger woman had on him. A matching sense of humor, another thing to add to that everlasting list.

"I think I have a pair in my closet. Little Gandalf's casting spells and Wingardium Leviosaing and shit. Not even shittin' you."

It was supposed to be a birthday present, but whatever. Might as well give them to her during their awesome sleepover. And it was a good thing that she didn't vocalize her thoughts, otherwise he would totally be making fun. Sounded like some kind of crappy sitcom, completely with them having to raise two insane children. Granted, he didn't mind living some apple pie television existence. So long as she was involved.

The kiss that came was, again, surprising...and left him with a warm smile that lasted a few seconds too long. Anybody else, anybody at all, and he would have been kicking himself in the ass for such a seemingly weak display. But it was okay to show a real smile, in front of Lalonde. It felt so natural, being this guy. Someone that could enjoy just walking down the street with a woman that he was crazy about. Someone beyond just a friend, or a lover. A confidant, more than anything.

"Cheating makes more of a challenge? Please, Ro', don't give me that. We're definitely playing twister then. You know how flexible I am."

He even made an effort to waggle his eyebrows, blonde expression lifting and falling behind those tinted lenses. The apartment complex was in sight now, steps littered by a couple of men that looked less than savory. No big deal.

"Besides, we both know the only competition I'm getting from you is in a drinking contest."

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Mom almost began to laugh until she heard the second half of his statement. While his tone was even as always she knew what he had just said held a lot more meaning than he was letting on. They had spent so much time apart that sometimes she forgot that there was someone out their that actually had mourned her loss. Someone had dealt with her death and actually felt some sort of sadness. What really made her get emotional was the fact that it had to be Bro of all people. If anyone had to be burdened with her death the last person she wanted it to be was him.

Of course the Lalonde knew better than to make her feelings known. She didn’t want their encounter to take a sentimental turn just yet, they hadn’t even left the bar yet. For know those feelings would be reserved for a later time. At the moment she just wanted to enjoy her comfortable buzz without any emotional turmoil to cloud her content. Deep down she knew she was making another mistake. It was just another time where she decided to avoid her emotions completely, almost as if pretending she didn’t have any to begin with. What a cold woman she must seem like, hah, what a joke.

When she had first asked for the Strider’s assistance she had not been expecting him to pick her up. All she had needed was help down from the bar but she suppose he was trying to prove her wrong with her earlier comment that criticized him as a gentleman. Mom didn’t mind his choice of action at all in the end. In his arms was one of the few places she felt genuinely safe but the martini in her hands poisoned the tender moment, both of them knew that.

“You see there’s only one problem with that, I don’t have any fucking clue where home is nor do I really even want to know. Actually I rather you take me anywhere but home.”

Mom had forgotten her apartment number long ago so her keys wouldn’t be much help. Strider knew better than to completely buy into her words. He knew just as well as her that the last thing she wanted to do was go home to an empty home. A home without Rose and a home filled with booze. She had already decided she was done drinking for the night as of now she had had enough.

For a moment she noticed Bro glaring over the brim of his shades. When rosy orbs follow his hardened gaze she made eye contact with one of her many pursuers. She managed a small mischievous smile in their direction before she tilted her head up a placed a light peck right on the Strider’s lips. That should probably seal the deal that just for tonight she was off limits.

“Au revoir~!”

The older Lalonde managed a small wave at the crowd of onlookers. A few men waved back at her as she placed her half finished martini on the nearby counter before she was swept out of the bar by her prince in pointy anime shades.

#ca shit #much better holy crap #also shorter

Mourning was one way to put it. Snatching up his unbreakable katana and throwing himself against endless waves of those ugly gray faced fucks that were minions of the Black Queen or whatever. Stabbing and slashing and cutting at them and trying to inflict just as much pain as they had on his beloved friend. Washing away his grief in blood, or something much akin to it. Dealing with the challenges of fatherhood, he could handle. Losing Roxanne was something else altogether.

Their minds were obviously working along the same longs, considering the fact that she hadn't bothered trying to get him travel further along that particular line of conversation. Just as well, if he was going to be spilling his fillings, it wouldn't be on the floor of a bar surrounded by drunkards.

This wasn't one of those times where she would be able to forget herself in liquid amnesia, unfortunately. Bro knew better than anyone that she was more than some emotionless lush. For now, the woman would be allowed to enjoy that fire burning in her belly. But he was the last one she'd be able to escape from.

Though Lalonde was well versed in the art of navigating the world with beer goggles and high heels, he didn't plan on taking any chances. Besides, had to prove that chivalry hadn't completely died, right? Knight in shining polo, or something like that. Still, there was a momentary pause as he glanced to that glass clutched daintily between her hands, that made it sort of bittersweet.

"...Right. I guess you'll just have to crash at my place. All we got is water and orange soda though, so unless you can make that into some shit, you're stuck."

Which wasn't completely true. There was some vodka in the freezer but he was gonna hide that shit like it was Easter Sunday. Then again he'd probably just have to flush it down the toilet, otherwise she might sniff it out. A real booze hound, this woman. He knew that it had to be hard for her, without Rose around. She really was a good mother...even if she didn't see it.

That kiss had come unexpected, but it was enough to turn a grimace into a smirk of delight. He even managed to lean into it for a second, tossing out a "Adios, bitches." over his shoulder as he turned down the street and around the corner.

Off-limits just for tonight? He'd have to cherish it, huh?

The night air was chilly, which only made him tuck her closer into his chest. Heartbeat was calm and even, rhythmic thud matching her own as his body warmth mingled with her own. His fingertips were a little nippy, but that was okay. She more than made up for it.

"If we were going to have a sleep over, you should have brought footy pajamas. Or a manicure kit, or something."

His chin briefly nudged against the top of her head, Bro ridding himself of that little itch while simultaneously showing a hint of affection to his best friend. There was a part of him that craved a physical connection with Lalonde. Not in that way, not really, but just being in her presence. Drinking in her being. There had been so many nights in Texas that he wished she was there, beside him.

"I think I have twister. No monopoly though, screw that. I know you cheat."

Damn...she really was his best friend, wasn't she? So sad, so awesome.

All they had was each other.

let’s start with the obvious! for new members and for old members with memory problems, introduce yourself! tell us who you play and what name/nickname you prefer to go by! tell us your personal if you want!

this week’s meme is going to prompt interaction between muns and hopefully get some new threads going! so, are there any roleplayers/characters who you’re intimidated by because you really like their style? anyone you really want to roleplay with but are too shy to send an ask to? give them a shout out!

talk about a thread or a roleplayer whose threads you’ve been watching for a while! give them some critique! what are their strengths, their weaknesses?

give a shout out to some new friends you’ve made via citta. who do they play? what drew you to them in the first place? do you guys already have any jokes or stories to share? take the time to do that!

let’s focus on your characters some. have your characters met anyone that have opened their eyes to a new way of thinking? or that changed their point of view in some way? tell us who they are! what happened in that thread that brought about the change?

which of your character(s)’ relationships has changed them the most for the better in citta? the worst?

are there any characters you’d really like to see yours interact with? why? do you think it’ll bring about positive development? do they just seem like they’d get along really well? now’s the time to confess!

and finally, the ever important ships question. since last meme day, have your characters have any romantic developments? have you noticed any characters that they might end up going for? now’s the time to spill!

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Woah, slow down. It wasn’t Damara’s group that had ended up in utter failure, it was that of her dancestor. Besides, it was all the kids’ fault. Because of them Noir ended up being a killer machine and only because of that their reward was snatched away right in front of their eyes. Horrible memories.

Okay, her own group hadn’t exactly done extraordinarily well either, but at least it wasn’t her fault. Or maybe it actually was. Partially. Shit.

But honestly, shades? That ridiculous stoic face? It was pathetic. Even more the pointy shades she was looking at now. Although anime was kind of her thing, it wasn’t really her taste. He better take them off later, or she would. Even against his will. That probably wouldn’t end well.

..Creepy smuppets. Hands off that thing for like.. forever please. Okay, Damara actually was somewhat kinky but there were things even she was creeped out by. One of those things now being puppets of any kind.

The Strider was already charming enough for Damara with his attitude right now. To be honest, she didn’t set her standards very high. It left her more ‘options’ open and she was free to choose whatever dude she liked most. And she was more than fine with this human. The younger one wasn’t bad looking either, but too immature for her tastes. She wasn’t into shotas. Though now that she thought about it, it would certainly be fun to try and get him all riled up. If only she could go back to the dreambubbles for a bit.

Damara loved the way her shivered slightly under her touch, as it made her feel more in charge than before. He was being way too cute without even trying and she responded by biting her lower lip softly.

She liked to be in control, in every aspect of her life, or rather, afterlife. Even now she wouldn’t let him take her control away, unless he’d step it up a bit and act as the master. Quite frankly, Damara was happy with both, the dominant and the submissive role - but both had to be extreme.

Damara gave a soft and rather quiet moan when he caught her bottom lip with his teeth, probably taking some of her red lipstick with him as he pulled. He totally knew what he was doing. Again, very good. It earned him another grin. God, was she having fun already!

” QUEEN MUST KEEP SERVANT HAPPY. ” she replied, brushing her lips against his slightly with every word she spoke, the touch almost there, but just barely. Then she pulled away slightly, wanting him to miss the closeness.

#its true im not lol #seriously though best damara jesus

The question here wasn't which group had made the mistake, so much as which race was more incompetent. At the end of the day, both the alpha and beta humans had been struggling to drag Derse out of its own asshole and try to fix all of the horrible bullshit that had begun with their gray, alien counterparts. Granted, that crap with Bec hadn't made things much better...

And what did she mean pathetic? This was his regular face. Not Bro's fault that she couldn't handle the incredible cool that permitted from ever pore. And if she wanted to get those shades off then she would have to literally wrestle them from his face. It was a miracle he'd even removed the hat.

And while he could respect the fact that she wasn't a huge fan of puppets, it was probably something she should keep to herself.

"This servant doesn't like being teased."

A total lie, but one that Damara would have to disprove on her own. In truth, Bro actually didn't have much of a problem with being dominated. But due to his...unique personality, it was an occurance that honestly just didn't come by too often.

And then there went that immense speed and agility that the elder Strider was known for, with Damara now pinned underneath his body and his fingers wrapped around either of her wrist. His legs were on either side of her waist, lips now travelling along her neck and throat. Teeth bared, scraping over her flesh and occasionally bearing down whenever she struggled against him.

There was a brief flash of movement a little ways away on his nightstand, a small figure with haunting eyes and a golden tooth no doubt. It was only the flicker of a shadow, but thankfully his own body blocked the event so that Damara remained none the wiser. And a good thing, mostly people seemed to be freaked out by the way Cal swooped in and out.

And in his wake there was a fancy looking camcorder, red light blinking as the device came to live. Just in time for the screen to pick up pink lips pressing into smeared red.

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The simplest of English from her point of view. Damara had always been under the impression that humans were an absolutely inferior lifeform compared to trolls, and wouldn’t even understand her if she spoke normal English. Yes, she could actually do that. In fact, she didn’t even have to speak shitty Japanese to other trolls, but it was way too much fun, and which real otaku wouldn’t do that.

Damara failed to see the gentleman in the elder Strider though. While she’d had a really brief conversation with the younger one, the wannabe cool rapper, she found them both somewhat weird. And this one was disgusting, even though he was just a male version of herself - maybe not by choice.

The thing in her hand certainly started creeping her out by now and she had better things to focus on, so she just put it aside for now. Her hands needed to be free to deal with the cool dude.

In a matter of a few seconds, said cool dude had somehow gotten rid of his shirt and pants and appeared right next to her gracefully. Smooth. It earned him a smirk, hopefully seductive. He looked almost ridiculous, so eager. It was funny and kind of flattering.

At least she’d gotten what she wanted for now, a comfortable bed to rest. And resting didn’t have to happen in the form of sleep, oh hell no. The Strider certainly knew how to compliment a girl like Damara as well. She didn’t need to hear how pretty her eyes were, that was for innocent girls. She was perfectly fine with receiving a nice comment on her butt.

He also knew how to set the mood, even though Damara saw no need for it. It just added up to the atmosphere, but she’d have survived without dimmed lights and music as well.

One of Damara’s weaknesses had always been a fine body, and Mr. cool guy was fit as hell. Lucky. Her fingers quickly found his chest, wandering up and down with the lightest of touches. Very lucky.

She leaned in, close to his ear and her breath hot against his skin, amusement affecting her almost the point where she had to chuckle before she could speak properly, ” PERFECT. BUT WHAT WILL YOU DO NOW? “

#LOL thank you your damara is amazing #and good if you arent scarred im doing something wrong

Inferior lifeforms? Which race was the one that had lost the game literally seconds before opening the door? Allowed for Bec Noir to come flying into their session like a witch on a broomstick, cackling and turning bitches into frogs and ramming swords into the chest of otherwise awesome individuals? Meanwhile, the humans had been cleaning up their mess and fucking cutting comets in half.

And she shouldn't hold it against Dave. If he was a bit strange, it was only because the boy had a tendency to emulate his father figure. Granted he'd never been able to make the boy see his side of the smuppet debate, but there was still plenty of time.

All she had to do was press the nose to turn it off, by the way. No, at the tip. Yeah just wrap your hands around it like that. Uh huh. Slower. Slower. Fuck yes, just like that. Now just squeeze --- okay its off.

It would seem as though Damara was finally warming up to him, which was just as well. Bro knew that he could throw out a certain charm when he really wanted to...though mostly he just kept up that weird ass approach until it won them over. If she thought he was awesome now, just wait until he activated the bed.

The fingers traveling over his chest were met with a faint shiver and the further spread of his lips, which parted briefly for a quick swipe of his tongue.

It was a dangerous game she was playing, toying with him like that. Bro obviously wasn't used to losing control, if only because he so often set the pace with his quirky behavior. So it shouldn't have been a surprise when he turned his head and leaned forwards, catching her bottom lip between flawless teeth and pulling gently.

"The Queen acting at the whim of a lowly subject? I'm surprise."

That last word was punctuated by a squeeze of that thigh underhand, Bro releasing her though remaining close enough that their lips might brush with every word uttered.

{glass 001 | open} sobriety tastes aweful

Luckily Mom never forced anyone drink that was until she knew what kind of drunk they were. Last thing she wanted was to deal with emotional baggage when all she was trying to do was have a good time. There was one time she tried to get Bro drunk but she rather not recall that memory since it wasn’t a very fond one. She much rather have her friend sober which meant something when it was coming from the older Lalonde.

This conclusion demanded a certain amount of respect from her. The fact that she didn’t bother trying to get him drunk meant they had caste aside formalities long ago, which tends to happen when they had kids that somehow share both their D.N.A. even though she knew damn well she never birthed those two little suckers. That’s where their relationship got a little strange. They definitely weren’t a happily married couple. Look at how screwed up they are just raising one child on their own imagine how much worse it would get if they decided to live together, fucked up that’s what it would be. For now they were just good friends, good friends with a severe amount of benefits.

“Alright alright since you insist. I’ll let you be my errand boy for the now if that really makes you happy but I’m not just going to sit on my ass all day while you’re out doing heroics and whatnot. I’m no Suzy Homemaker and you and I both know that.”

Banter like this was natural between the two of them. They could be at this all day but honestly she rather not. Actually she would quite like to get out of this stuffy bar when an appropriate time presented itself, quite frankly that time seemed to be approaching. She only laughed lightly at the Strider’s actions before pulling away from him and then raising an arm out to him beckoning for him to take her hand. She may have been able to get up on the counter when she was sober but it wasn’t going to happen while she was tipsy.

“Well, I don’t see why you can’t be stuck with my ass somewhere else. Come now, Mr.Strider, help a lady out. I don’t think you want any drunken injuries caused by your inability to be chivalrous for once.”