#o1dmoney

[bakerslament]

“I’ve found warmth and friendship among you all.” from anthony (closestshave)

"Oh, please. I bet you're just tryin' to butter me up so I give you a free drink. Is that is?" Resting her hands on her hips, she smirked. He was sweet, she thought. A genuinely good man in this cesspit of a city they called London. It should've been comforting, but his easy smile and friendly demeanor only put Nell on edge, always waiting for the other shoe to drop. "Tell you what: I'll give you another dram of ale, and you tell me a good ol' story about your adventures on the sea."

[bakerslament]

“No one ever looked for them. Mercy killings, really.” / from todd (closestshave)

"Right y'are, Mista T. Couldn't've said it better meself, Mr. T! We did the city a right favor, we did. Too many rats in London as it is, I say. We're doin' the people a service by riddin' the streets of hem vermin!" A cackle bubbled from her throat as she spoke. "We make such a great team, dontcha think, Mr. Todd? A dream team for the ages!"

[gridbest]

@o1dmoney said a kiss while slow dancing close and intimately. / pam and ricky

Ricky is incredibly happy to be home. He loves touring, but he misses his family. He misses Pam. And now he’s done touring (for now), so he can be with Pam as much as he likes. They’ve been dancing in the kitchen for a while. There’s no music playing, but Ricky is humming softly under his breath. He’s barefoot, in a pair of old sweatpants and a t-shirt, and his arms are wrapped loosely around Pam’s waist. He kisses her softly. “I missed you.” He doesn’t need to say it, but he’ll feel bad if he doesn’t.

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@o1dmoney said a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay. / nancy and jay

Jay isn’t stupid enough to not realize he’s been an idiot. He let himself get attached to Nancy. He shouldn’t have. He should have, when she caught him that night, just left and never come back. He’s had that thought a lot. He’s considered it a few times. It would be so easy to sell everything he’s stolen from her and her parents and get out of town. But he doesn’t do that, because he’s an idiot. And now he’s in Nancy’s room, again, and she’s kissing him, and he wants to stay. He forces himself to take a step back. “I can’t stay.” He doesn’t even know how he’d begin to explain himself to her parents if he stayed. “Do you have anything you want me to take?” It’s easier to change the subject and move on than let her keep kissing him.

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@o1dmoney said kissing them to shut them up. / graziella and riff

Riff thought he was used to Grazi planting kisses on him out of nowhere. He was wrong. Granted, it’s his own fault. He’s been rambling about something for the past five minutes, and apparently she’d gotten annoyed about it. He can’t even remember what he was talking about anymore, so maybe she has a point. “Oh.” He grins at her. His hands are on her waist. “Hey, girly. Was I borin’ ya?” Evidently, he was, if she’s resorted to kissing him about it. He’s not complaining, though.

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@o1dmoney said [ tender ] in the middle of a dance, sender reaches out to fix receiver's hair/clothes / grazie to riff

Riff had forgotten how much he loved dancing. He hadn’t done it in a while—not since Tony had been shipped upstate; he’d been too busy with the Jets to really consider it—but one had come up and he’d decided they were all going. He’s happy about it, too, because there’s nothing quite like dancing with Grazi to get his spirits up. He huffs a small laugh when she fixes his collar. “Thanks, girly.” He brushes a strand of her hair back into place and drops a quick kiss to her cheek. “You wanna take a break? We’ve been goin’ awhile.”