#sayhellodarlin

[wiresdonttalk]

“Happy Fuckin’ Father’s Day, green sleeves.”

[muscledahl]

[wiresdonttalk]

[ also rosé wine for sayhellodarlin hehe ]

Rosé wine: Send a glass of rosé wine for a drunken confession.

“Ya know, for all the fuckin’ fun we have... you’re still a stick in th’mud. All that shavin’ ‘n shit, ‘n exercisin’ and gawd I jus’ wanna see you eat a whole cake and get fuckin’ fat for once. Ya know, let loose or somethin’! Stop bein’ so fuckin’ perfect at everythin’!”

[muscledahl]

[ I have to torture you a little bit. Shot of tequila or red wine for sayhellodarlin <3 ]

Shot of Tequila: Send a shot of tequila for my muse to mistake yours for someone they’re in love with.

Love was something she’d given up long ago and never looked back. So was alcohol, but tonight was definitely proving that wrong. Seeing the hunched-over, lone figure at the bar in this seedy place, it was easy to convince herself that it was him. Desperation drew her closer, to have some part of the past to cling to, and she ran her fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

[xslabking]

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—meme

✭Snoozing though Brick was it didn’t always take much to wake him. The dip of his mattress that told someone heavier was joining him on it was enough for his eyes to half-lid slightly, recognizing the commando’s shape in the dim light. What time was it?—wasn’t like the other man to come crawling into bed at frag-all o’clock in the morning. Dozily mumbling the other’s name he reached to try to haul him closer to him, intending to drag up his thick blanket over them both in the process so they could be toasty and comfy all at once. “Whatchu doin, Ax?” At least he was waking up a little more—a little better—now in order to actually work cognitive thought a little better than not at all.

[deputy-winger]

( ❖ )

Your muse breaks into my muse's room. What do they find?7: My muse in nothing but a towel.

Steam rose from Winger's slightly reddened skin in swirling hot tendrils, made heated and damp by a hot shower. Strands of sparse, dark hair matted to his skin, beads of water still rolling down his muscular, bulky form. A fluffy white towel was wrapped around his waist, just about preserving his modesty while the Deputy ruffled his chestnut hair dry with a second towel.

At the sound of an opening door, Winger dropped the towel instantly and settled a hand on the butt of his revolver, giving the intruder a flat look. Knees parted slightly so that he was ready to stand, unraveling the towel just a tad so that it was in danger of falling.

"What."

It was more an expression of exasperated resignation that no matter where he was or what he was doing, somebody needed him for something.

[xslabking]

How should we roll with doing the one thread, you guys?—who would prefer/like to do the starter (myself including, putting it out there in case either of you were interested tho!), posting order, etc etc? More-than-two people threads can be confusing I just want to know what your preferences were! =3