Dec 6, 2015
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“Ya can’t just bring dead people into my place, Jerome....”
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“Ya can’t just bring dead people into my place, Jerome....”
{cackles over the mistletoe meme here Jerome is! ;D} "C'mon Ozzie, don't pout! It's not like I put the damned mistletoe there on purpose!" He grinned, shaking his head at the other man. "Besides isn't it bad luck /not/ to kiss beneath it? Pretty sure neither of us could do with any more bad luck."
“Oh how I want to risk the bad luck Let’s get this over with”
He leans up, eyes closing to try and think of something else. Going intoa quick kiss. He was going to get rid of this mistletoe.. and probablynever have it around ever again.
Accents omgg!! ;D
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Lux bit back a sob; she couldn’t allow Jerome to see her cry now, particularly not after what he’d just said. “I don’t understand you. You get people hooked, make them feel like they can’t live without you. And then you just dump them. You can’t do this to people. Don’t do this to me, please.” Lux knew she was begging, but at this point she didn’t care.
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“I’m bored,” She sighed, drawing out the end of “bored”. She lifted her cigarette up to her lips, breathing in deeply and then exhaling through her nostrils. “Let’s go do some, ‘Rome.” She winked and smiled slyly. “Maybe a little murder. Something fun.”
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All Alfie wanted was to get gelato and some private time with someone that was special to him. Now was that so much to ask? Apparently it was since his choice of place to get the best gelato in Gotham, before venturing off to a secluded area, was littered with a group of men outside. The strawberry blond wouldn’t have minded the lesser gang, but one of them made the wrong decision to just look at him the wrong way. A remark was made and things started to go bad from there; Alfie was well on his journey to becoming caporegime and he wouldn’t let anyone disrespect or rub him the wrong way. Not that he let anyone before. The difference in numbers didn’t even seem to bother him as he reached for his blade and sized up the man. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Frankie Valli or some kind of big shot?”
“You’re the most important thing in the world to me.”
» Written For You
Apparently watching a dumb sappy movie to laugh at sparked some sort of flame inside the both of them. Their legs tangled underneath a throw blanket and various snacks littering the area around them. Alfie had been doing some terrible lip-syncing of the outrageous script, but his childish demeanor vanished when he heard Jerome speak. It takes him a moment to react as he lets those words sink in. That wasn’t coming from the movie. He was.. serious. Alfie’s heart is fluttering, his stomach is churning, and he can’t even fight off the stupid smile beginning to show on his face enough to maintain his composure. What started off as simple infatuation flourished into something he could have never imagined. Jerome was more to Alfie than just a hook-up, more than just a friend, or someone he considered a partner in crime. That boy meant everything and at times it was difficult for him to even comprehend how two people like themselves were brought together in a way that complimented them both. Alfie never thought he’d experience love in what just might be the purest he’s ever felt. It’s almost scary, but it was also exciting. Much like Jerome was. “Should be, I’m a Brixman.” Alfie tries to play it off, giving a grin and a breathy laugh but it’s evident that he’s simply glowing from that one sentence. He swallows thickly, shifting his weight around and climbing across the couch to get the criminal into his arms, fingers disappearing into his fiery mane as his other hand is entwined with Jerome’s. “Keep saying stuff like that and I’m forever gonna be wrapped around your finger, Jerome Valeska.” He’s already nuzzling the other, planting a tiny kiss onto his temple. It seemed that with Jerome around, to call him his, nothing else mattered.
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"I'll get the ice! You two would get arrested and we don't need two drunk polis on the front page." Izzie shoved their hands off her purse, but she took their kronars to buy ice and some more food. The polis really could shovel back the fermented fish and chips. She planned to sock some money away to have the place aired and professionally cleaned.
"Don't worry, it's down the street and you two can look out the window, but don't hold my dog!," she shouted over her shoulder, her heels clicking down the staircase. Out into the cold air, she could feel the alcohol warm her up, or at least keep her body from realizing it was below -1 celsius (31 F). It would be a quick visit to the market and the guy knew her, so maybe he had with him a cup of kaffe (coffee) for her to enjoy on the way back to the party.
Humming a Hungarian pop song, she didn't notice other people milling around in the market.