Jan 18, 2018
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WidowX
https://interbotix.com/widowxrobotarm
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"Golly! Who do we have here. Hiya pal. I'm Mickey."
[6:18:40 PM] ʀᴇᴅ ʟᴇᴅɢᴇʀ: *liiiighhhhttbbuuullbbb
[6:19:23 PM] Pronce Odword: oh no...
[6:19:34 PM] ʀᴇᴅ ʟᴇᴅɢᴇʀ: dont worry
[6:19:38 PM] ʀᴇᴅ ʟᴇᴅɢᴇʀ: shes not gonna hit him
[6:19:39 PM] ʀᴇᴅ ʟᴇᴅɢᴇʀ: xD
[6:19:59 PM] Pronce Odword: NOW IM MORE SCARED
*whispers* Enchanted *rolls away* ( i know its not a series shhhhhh )
❤ Favorite Male: Edward❤ Favorite Female: Giselle❤ Favorite Pairing: Edward/Giselle❤ Least Favorite Character: Nancy (was that her name?its been a while)❤ who’s most like me: Robert tbh❤ most attractive: Edward❤ three more characters that I like: Robert, the chipmunk, Morgan
( comes late to the party ) How about Nat/Scott for shits and giggles? xD
Who’s the messiest one: Nat
Who feels the most uncomfortable about PDA: Scott
Who’s the funniest drunk: Nat
Who texts the most: Nat
Who has the most embarrassing taste in music: Scott. omg Nat reacting to his guilty pleasure music I need this in my life.
Who reads the most: Scott
Who’s better with kids: Scott
Who’s the one that fixes things around the house: Scott tries but Nat shows him up at it hella
Who’s got the weirdest hobby: Nat
Who cooks and who cleans up: Scott and Scott
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[TEXT]: YOU IS KIND. YOU IS SMART. YOU IS IMPORTANT. YOU IS CLEANING YOUR OWN VOMIT.
[Text-Hot Tamale]: fuck u were there too? [Text-Hot Tamale]: i cant beleive this
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“I still don’t get how you keep beating me at poker.” Natasha sighed as she le- ts her cards fall into a pile on the table, t- aking another sip of whiskey from her gl- ass. Nights like these were rare for both of them, and while it was a lot of fun, Natasha was slowly becoming more and more broke because of them.
“I don’t have any more money or chips to put in Scott,” she said with a laugh, rising up from her chair.
“I’m gonna have to give you an I.O.U.”
She’s about to make her way out of the r- oom when an idea popped into her head. She isn”t sure if it’s the alcohol or if the me- re reaction would be enough to interest her, but hell, why the fuck not?
Turning back to walk into the room, she do- esn’t give him any warning. Grabbing him by his shirt, she pulls him into a kiss.
Her hands gently caress his cheeks as she continues, keeping it as simple and innocent as she can. Even in her slightly inebriated, she wouldn’t want things to get too weird, should he protest.
Parting away, she smiled, playfully ruffling his hair. She was pretty sure that was a good way to end their little poker night.
Moving to head back out the door, she looks over her shoulder, a smile still on her lips. “Don’t worry… I’ll get you your winning tomorrow Summers,” she winked.
“The kiss? Think of it as a bonus.”
He smirks that cocky smirk of his he gets every time he finds himself in this situation. He's a strategist by nature so games like this just work for him. Plus the years and years of pulling a poker face while at work really did pay off in times like this.
"I did warn you I was good but you know? I really can't complain." He teases but doesn't let himself laugh at that. Instead he keeps that little smirk in place.
He's about to make another cheeky comment but as soon as she kisses him, all ability for coherent thought was gone.
Once again, like so many times before in his life he found himself feeling like that teenage boy who tripped over his crush. That's all it takes for that cocky smirk to leave his face and become instantly replaced with a wide eyed look of awe, jaw nearly dropping.
"I- wow I mean I didn't- you win. Take the money you win I mean really. Wow." He babbles and if he could actually keep track of what words were coming out of his mouth, he'd kick himself.