#(lee | interactions)

[ursulavilla]

for: @leemalkovich 

location: east side rumble 

  “Here I was, thinking I’d meet a big scary man in a dark alley tonight - thank god it’s only you, right? So, are you here to share that soggy piece of white bread you follow around, is giving all new found territory to us? Or have you missed the feeling of my boot on the side of your face?” Ursula hadn’t been forced to invest in a radical outfit change or rip a side slit into a dress; armed, suit tailored to kill, it was to her great delight that the night had descended into this. And just her luck (or misfortune - it had yet to be seen) that the side street she’d scoped out, decided to lay claim to, now had her favorite slender-man standing ten or so feet away. “I forgot - what’s your safe word again? My knife’s forgotten.” 

[phoenixxreyes]

for: @leemalkovich​

location: bar three lee sized steps away from the cancun

    “If you’re the Dr. and I’m Rocky....does this make you my daddy?” Phoenix lived by a rule of thumb, that white men over six three were not to be approached unless he was armed; and the Dr. Frank-N-Furter before him, placed in a set of heels, was scaling towards seven feet. He was not however, going to give up the opportunity to spend a night with his counterpart - their matching costumes, he planned on later protesting, was a sign of fate - headlice, two hearts that beat as one. “Before you lift a fish-net clad leg and kick me across the room, let me protest first that you look amazing; but together? We’re front page worthy - so, did you come here hoping we’d meet, or did a little voice telling you that your destiny awaited.....to touch-a-touch-a-touch.” Let it be known, Phoenix is standing an arms length away from Lee, on hand on his hip, the other holding out a bottle. “C’mon, drinks are on me; and you can yell at me, all you’d like.” 

[ursulavilla]

for: @leemalkovich​

location: chilis parking lot 

   “Is that an awesome blossom in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me ?” A cryptic text to meet at this location, at seven pm, had been sent; a trip to the local hardware store, gave her a long wooden pipe (she’d leave it at coat check during dinner) had been purchased - Úrsula had waited in an unmarked car for the lithe, Scottish-esque figure to approach, his face boasting a perpetual smile, and sneer. And so she had slipped from the car, wooden pipe in hand (what was the clinical term? lati name?), approaching with interest, a smattering of excitement, and a honest desire, to go to Chilis. “Long time no see - most call you know, after trying to choke someone out in an art gallery. You could at least, buy me dinner to say sorry.”