Mar 10
"Ugh...it's one thing to make me bark like a dog--" Skott's glare could be felt even through the sunglasses on his face as he pulled at the collar and leash around his neck.
"--but to force these things on me too?! You've gone too far!"
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"Ugh...it's one thing to make me bark like a dog--" Skott's glare could be felt even through the sunglasses on his face as he pulled at the collar and leash around his neck.
"--but to force these things on me too?! You've gone too far!"
“Are you being a brat again?” Caelus arched a brow, tugging on the collar that was wrapped around Skott's neck. His golden eyes staring down at the IPC employee that he had made go onto his knees.
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"D-don't be ridiculous--!"
Skott scowled, glaring up at Caelus - but that pretense, that false bravado, only got him so far, breaking apart the moment the Trailblazer tugged on his collar. His breath hitched, palms landing flat on the ground to catch himself before he ended up toppling over ( and making an ever bigger fool of himself ), and he felt his face grow warm.
It didn't help that he could actually feel that golden gaze staring down at him either.
"I'm not a-- a brat, I just..." Skott fumbled over his words, flustered, and pushed his sunglasses further up his nose. "Y-you should treat me with a little more respect, you know!"
( Says the man on his knees with a collar around his neck )
Boothill towers over the ipc representative and glares at him "you muddle fudger think im going to let you get away with what you did to my friends? Hell nah!" He was pissed off and Skott was probably going to break.
Oh.
Oh, shit.
Skott recognized that face from the wanted-posters and he near instantly stiffened, face going pale. He held his hands up, a nervous laugh escaping as he took a step back, eyes darting around for the closest escape route.
"I-I'm not sure what you're talking about. Are you sure you have the right guy?"
He's fine.
Everything's fine.
It's all fine.
...He's not fine.
It was a normal sight, men of all walks of life in some bar, drinking away their sorrows. Whether it was financial issues, troubles in the relationship (or lack there of), they all did the same. Drink, and drink the night away. A sight she didn't expect to see was of one IPC representative she's... Acquainted with shall we say.
Skott was only human however. The poor bloke seemed to be down on his luck every time she saw him. Like before, she would offer help. After all, Sampo Koski Madame Brughel Poisson loved helping those in need.
"Drinking alone, handsome?" She asked as she took a seat next to the man. And what a sight she was. Blue, luscious locks that came to her hips, brushed and well perfumed like those actress' in Penacony old films. Bosom big and perky in that tight, tight burgundy red dress. It has slits that came up nearly to her hip bones, exposing just how thick her legs were. Before she sat down she was much taller than the IPC rep's but now that she sat down, those playful emerald eyes stared at the man. Grinning to show she's rather friendly and personable.
Her hand cups her own face as she leans into the bar's countertop. Arms were wrapped in a soft, white feathered boa. Her smile was painted in a dark red, a perfect color to decorate any prestine white shirt a common blue collar worker would wear.
"Let me buy you a drink. I could use some company, and I think you need it too."
Sampo Madame Brughel Poisson wasn't wrong in her assumption - he'd had an awful day at work and an even more awful week, and it had kept on piling up until Skott'd thought he'd suffocate under the pressure of it all. And so, all things considered, he figured he owed it to himself to grab a couple of drinks and relax if only for just one night.
He'd chosen this bar at random, drawn in by the sign above the door - and, oh, was he glad for making the right choice for once.
Skott watched, eyes wide behind his signature sunglasses, as one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen slid into the seat next to his own. She reminded him of a movie star from one of those old films he loved, all soft long hair and legs and curves hugged perfectly by that red dress, and he almost had to physically force himself to not stare too long or too hard at the slits showing off her legs.
"Oh, um..." Skott swallowed thickly and raised his gaze to meet a pair of brilliant green eyes. Something about them felt strangely familiar, but he pushed that thought aside, lips curving into a small smile that he hoped would pull her attention away from the light flush on his cheeks.
"Thank you - but I think it's only fair that I buy you a drink instead. Your company alone is more than I could possibly ask for."
Aeons above, he couldn't even remember the last time his heart had raced like this.
“Say please… I need to hear you beg.” (for Skott!)
This was humiliating. How did he end up here again? ...Screw it, it didn't matter, because it wouldn't change the fact that he was still here, on his knees, with a collar around his neck and a leash held tight in Sampo's hand as the other man stared down at him.
A dark flush of embarrassment and frustration ( and something that was neither ) coated his cheeks, spreading even to the tips of his ears. His hands curled against his thighs and he clenched his jaw, lips pressing together in a show of stubbornness that belied his own body's reactions, pants already feeling much too tight.
...It didn't take long for the IPC worker to fold.
An insistent, burning, heat ( arousal ) coiled in his abdomen, its embers pulsing through his veins each moment he felt the weight of that collar around his neck. It was unrelenting and Skott was only human, so, with a frustrated, helpless little noise, he raised his head, gaze burning through his sunglasses and meeting Sampo's eyes.
"P..." Skott swallowed, then tried again, voice quiet and tight. "Please."
Skott plucked the sunglasses from his face and rubbed his eyes with a tired sigh, shoulders heavy with exhaustion. The nightmares had been particularly bad the past few nights.
The low hanging joke here would be you have pride? Sampo isn't that mean however, not like Sparkle or Sparxie. So he left himself be shoved away, laughing it up as he always does.
"It's simply advice from a Fool to another." His fingers snap right before the IPC lapdog and a small note appears. A simple black card with Aha's face on it.
"The Tavern is always open for you, should you change your mind." Whether or not he takes it, Skott would have the card on him. Because that's just how things relating to the Masked Fools worked.
Skott stares down at the card, eyes narrowed in wary suspicion. He doesn't trust Sampo and he definitely doesn't trust anything given to him by a Fool ( with his luck, it would most definitely blow up in his face, literally ), but...
He doesn't know why, doesn't even realize his hand is moving, but he snatches the card from Sampo's fingers, giving it a disdainful look - and, with a reluctant expression on his face, stuffs it into his pocket. Who knows, maybe it'll be useful one day. At least, that's what he tells himself, as if justifying his decision to take it.
"I don't know what makes you think I'd ever join your little circus, but I'll take it if only to get you to stop bothering me. Now, is that all? I've got better things to do than play your little games."