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 Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 7:59 pm
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 Ummummorar Ixyll | Tiefling
Nothing.
Good. Probably busy blowing a bottle. A heterosexual man did not have lips like that. The thought made her give a crooked grin, though it was filled with nothing but humor, Ummummorar shaking her head before taking another sip. That was funny as frick. The metal of the tankard touched her lips again and she took a sip, right knuckles numb from the alcohol. She'd been about to check underneath it but the a**l retentive man walked back out and she frowned instantly at him. What was he doing? She was watching him like he was going to pounce over the counter, but all he did was run that pink muscle, the silver now obvious on it, against the cork of the beer and it was open.
Goddamn that tongue. She wasn't even trying to hide staring at him, tankard lifted partway to her lips and mouth slightly open. Holy ********. Oh look at how wide his mouth opened when he yawned, yes he was heterosexual his jaw did not dislocate. "Would you stop messing with your tongue holy ******** i will goddamn pay you to get on your knees and blow me with that thing." And quickly finished the rest of her tankard, about to pour more into the metal tin but after some mild debate she shrugged and drank from the bottle. "But seriously, stop or I will rip that ******** thing out."
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 8:35 pm
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 ___ ___ Ｗｅｓｌｅｙ Ｓｔｕｍｐ ❝ ᗯ ᗴ ᔕ ❞
Now, Wes had noticed. He had noticed a long, long while ago that she was staring at him. He hadn't said anything. He never said anything. In the long years that he had been a bartender, women, hell, even men stared at him. At his a**, at his tongue, at his crotch. He was used to it, and it was mainly due to the fact that he knew he was quite attractive. It had never bothered him, and he didn't think it ever would bother him. So this was no surprise to him. He simply grinned and set the beer bottle aside at her words.
He opened his mouth up and stuck his tongue out, gently rolling the piercing around on the top of his teeth sensually as he stared straight at her. After a few seconds of it, he wiggled his eyebrows comically and asked, "Are you loving this?" He stopped once he saw her reaction and chuckled quietly as he licked his lips in the most casual way he could. "I can't tell you how many people think I fell from heaven or i'm some type of angel. I ******** dug my way up from hell is what I did. I know i'm attractive, I know I have pink hair. There's not much I can do about it." He paused and took his cigarette, taking a huff in, letting it out through his nostrils once more. "If it makes you feel better," He crushed his cigarette in between his fingers. "My 'lady lips' are so tempted to tease those ears of yours." He dusted the cigarette ash off of his fingers and took another gulp of his beer, licking his lips once more as he turned to put away some glasses.
“ While I was looking the other way your fire went out
Left me with cinders to kick into dust
What a waste of the wonder you were
In my living fire I will keep your scorn and mine
In my living fire I will keep your heartache and mine
At the disgrace of a waste of a life ” |
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 8:54 pm
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Ummummorar Ixyll | Tiefling
Oh now he was being an sphincter hat, purposely moving his tongue in a slow and seductive manner, she could almost heart it, metal on wet bone, and not in a way that made her want to cringe. She wanted to hear that sound against her own teeth. She'd probably hurt her lip kissing him but she'd take it. Beer and fire ale weren't the best flavors to mix but she wasn't picky, she'd take what she can get, even if lady lips were involved.
But his mocking tone made her eyes move to his, tanned and wounded lips curling into a frown. "Considering the sort of sardonic man you are you probably had to crown out of a leviathan's gut. You may look pretty but hearing you talk." she crinkled her nose in disgust, smelling the fire of the fire ale before taking another drink. She was going to be nearly done with her second bottle and the buzz wasn't even hitting. And these were damn huge bottles Dwarves didn't exactly keep their things small.
His words however encouraged the woman to soon down the rest of the contents of the bottle, gulping them quickly. There was more than she estimated and her lungs were starting to cry for air. The burn of the ale was addicting, liquid fire, it heat her stomach and coiled around her intestines and drowned out his threat towards her ears. He was so smug, all fire users were smug. She was smug. They were all annoying sphincter hats.
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 9:14 pm
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______Ｗｅｓｌｅｙ Ｓｔｕｍｐ ❝ ᗯ ᗴ ᔕ ❞
As he was putting away the glasses he ignored all to almost all of her words, the sound of their shop door ringing filling his ears, but he made not one motion to turn his head and see simply who was at the door. He didn't need to see who was there, because at this point, he could smell this person. Cologne, he thought. Definitely cologne. It was strong, musky cologne that filled his nostrils and left his senses slightly dazed. Said man, a tall, lean man that looked far too cocky, sat down, giving both the people in the Pub looks that would have made a lesser human flush. The man took a seat and then said, "Whiskey on ice, if you could."
Wes turned and gave the man a look before he nodded, picking up a whiskey bottle, filling it with some nice chilled ice in a chilled glass and quickly handing it to the man. He proceeded to raise his glass and give Wes a wink. "Thank you, um....I don't recall ever getting your name, no,"
Wes looked back at the man dully, and shrugged. "I didn't give it." The man nodded and then asked, "And what is your name, if I might ask?"
Wes paused and contemplated it for a moment, before he took a sip of his beer and shrugged. "My name is Wesley Stump. I go by Wes." He put the whiskey bottle back and the man grinned. "Wes..." The man said it as if it was a sin upon his lips, as if he was tasting his name to see how it sounded - how it tasted.
Wesley gave the woman a look, seeing as she probably wasn't paying attention and didn't catch his name. He didn't care, either way. What did a name matter? The man must have read his mind, because he then said, "I suppose you don't want to know my name?" Wesley turned to the man and shook his head. "I couldn't give a flying rat's a**, honestly." He said bluntly, his pinkish red tomato eyes staring into the man's deep brown ones.
The man smirked, and Wes ignored his expression as he quickly went to the liquor ssection, looking up at what they had, almost lost in though. His eyes trailed down the section and he gently bit his lip, a hand going onto his hip in annoyance. They were almost out of scotch, and they didn't have anymore in stock.
(( Lame post, I know. ))
“ While I was looking the other way your fire went out
Left me with cinders to kick into dust
What a waste of the wonder you were
In my living fire I will keep your scorn and mine
In my living fire I will keep your heartache and mine
At the disgrace of a waste of a life ” |
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 10:12 pm
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Ummummorar Ixyll | Tiefling
The bell had a ******** shop?
Wait, that wasn't right.
The tiefling stared in the direction of the door, fcusing on the man and then decided to ignore him, staring at the bell. The shop had a bell. Oh. Funny she hadn't heard it walking in. Of course she had been suffering a case of 'I need alcohol now' so it hadn't been the most important of noises. That bell was pretty tarnished. Someone should polish it. And get them a new door frame while they were at it, it was starting to wear down. Nothing she couldn't fix with a day's work, maybe a few hours tops. She stared a few moments longer before looking at the bottle in her hand. She probably shouldn't have chugged the entirety of that. No buzz but her brain was becoming slurred. She was afraid to get fresh air.
Turning around she set the bottle down carefully, hearing the man a few seats to her right ask for the pinkette's name. She mouthed Lady-Lips but the name surprised her. Wesley? An eyebrow raised at the said man before shaking her head, waving it away. She liked Lady-Lips better. Wesley Stump. Hm, nah, he probably heard the Stumpy joke one to many times. Umie's eyes traveled to the man though, finally focusing on him and that god-awful smell he brought with him. One spark of a fire and he'd go up like dead grass with the amount of cologne he was wearing. If he wanted attention he had it, she could taste that scent on her tongue and it was not pleasant. "Lady-Lips." She called, picking up the empty bottle and letting it thump against the bar. "I need another bottle."
That man beside her, smoothed hair, nice clothes, either he had money or he pretended to have money, but judging by his smile he had it. 'Whiskey on ice.' Could he ask for a drink that shouted a**l sphincter? Goodness gracious he was eyeing Wes like the man was prime meat. Disgusting. There had been a difference between her stare and his, and hers was hardly as insulting.
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 11:01 pm
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______Ｗｅｓｌｅｙ Ｓｔｕｍｐ ❝ ᗯ ᗴ ᔕ ❞
Wes looked over at her and pursed his lips in slight annoyance as she still used his nickname. He looked her over once last time before he shook his head, taking her bottle. Now that he looked pretty well at her...She didn't have much going on in the chest area for a 25 year old woman. And she looked to be an elf. Most elves had large breasts, as well. "Anything for you, pancake." He said with a false smile, turning to head into the back room before the man cleared his throat, just as he finished his Whiskey. "Wesley..." He ground of softly, making Wes stop, turning back to give the man a dull look. "Wes." He corrected simply, and the man simply nodded and smiled. "Could I also have a cocktail?" Wes paused, already knowing where this was going. "...Name?" The man grinned. "Sex on the beach."
Wes rolled his eyes and then said, "Right away." He disappeared into the back room and came back with a bottle of her drink, before setting it down and pulling out the shaker. He popped it open and added ice, and then got out an orange, peeling it silently and throwing the slices as well as a bit of zest inside, before squeezing the juice inside of the shaker. He then added some cranberry juice, peach schnapps, and vodka into the mix before capping the shaker and turning to the man. The man's grin seemed to be even wider as before. "As quickly as possible, if you could, Wesley."
Wes put his thumb over the top and balanced it in his hand as he began to shake it up and down, his face looking rather dull and bored, ultimately unamused. He could feel the man's eyes on him, as he continued to shake the liquids together violently. He stopped after a minute or so, setting the shaker down and pouring him a glass of his drink. "You're quite good," the man commented quite satisfyingly. Wes took a step back, smirking.
"Gross."
“ While I was looking the other way your fire went out
Left me with cinders to kick into dust
What a waste of the wonder you were
In my living fire I will keep your scorn and mine
In my living fire I will keep your heartache and mine
At the disgrace of a waste of a life ” |
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 11:14 pm
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Ummummorar Ixyll | Tiefling
Those lips formed a straight line, Umie giving a crooked grin in his direction, waving the bottle. Wait, why was he analyzing her? she paused her mocking to wait for his snarky response, and pancake was all he had. What? Was it her skin color? She supposed she did resemble a pancake. She moved her head to look down at her arm, pausing as she realized why he had called her pancake. "Hey you're gay." She looked at the man on the other side, grabbing her boobs and lifting them somewhat. "These a bit too small for a heterosexual man?" she let them go, allowing them to fall back into place and she stared down at them. The armor did flatten them a bit.
Black pants entered her peripheral an she looked up at Lady-Lips. "Hey Horn-Player." She greeted, nodding a thanks and opening the bottle, pouring it into her mug before sipping. Next was the man's sexual fantasy. "Dude, calm your tits." she said, taking another sip, "Don't rush him he'll under or over mix the alcohol if you do that." Poor Lady-Lips, he couldn't have hated this part of the job more, skeezy men trying to hit on him, and looking back at Mr. Skeezy those brown eyes were stripping Stumpy. Good gods, have some decency.
The forked tongue ran over her wounded upper lip before the lips parted, accepting the lip of the tankard between them and drinking the warmth within. Ummummorar was tempted to pay and leave but she wanted to see how these two played out.
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 9:40 am
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______Ｗｅｓｌｅｙ Ｓｔｕｍｐ ❝ ᗯ ᗴ ᔕ ❞
Wes was currently putting away a few things behind the counter silently, but he couldn't help but slightly pause as she turned over to the man, identifying him as gay, and then proceeded to ask him if her breasts were a bit too small for him. He held in a snort as they man simply blinked in surprised. "Uh...I suppose so.." He mumbled, cocking an eyebrow.
Wes heard the woman then tell the man her thoughts on the actions he had just did in front of him, and Wes turned back to look at the man, before said man's eyes went from Um to Wes, trailing him down once more. "So, you're straight I see." He mumbled with a hum, and Wes looked at the man straightly. "I like hot places. A man's a** is not as nearly as warm as a woman's -" The man's face contorted up in disgust and he interrupted him. "Alright, I get it." Wes wasn't stopping there. "I mean seriously, on a scale of 1 to freaking Helen Keller, how blind are you? Because I don't recall ever giving you a hint that I like putting a blood engorged organ in a tiny gap in between a** cheeks, or taking it for that matter. Honestly, I mean, with how you've been staring I would assume your mouth would be getting pretty jealous of all the d**k that went in your a** today." Wes said all of this with less than a dull face. He wasn't unhappy, he wasn't...upset, either. He was only telling the man what he truthfully and honestly thought of the way he was giving him these looks. His voice had dropped to slightly a lower octave, not serious, but not playful, either.
His gaze broke and Wes turned, walking back. "But honestly, if you really do want to keep playing with me like this," Wes paused, and looked back at him dully. "You can go outside and play hide and go ******** yourself. It seems to me whoever is willing to ******** you is just too lazy to jerk off." He shrugged, and saw the man's face heat and turn into a scowl before he quickly turned and stormed out. Wes watched him leave, not surprised when a feeling of satisfaction didn't come to him. "I hope your day is just as pleasant as you are." Wes almost sweetly as he left, proceeding to get out yet another cigarette.
“ While I was looking the other way your fire went out
Left me with cinders to kick into dust
What a waste of the wonder you were
In my living fire I will keep your scorn and mine
In my living fire I will keep your heartache and mine
At the disgrace of a waste of a life ” |
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 11:14 am
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Ummummorar Ixyll | Tiefling
"Yea, I thought so too. Maybe it's the armor making them look a bit flat. Think maybe if I wore civilian clothes they'd be more out there." She took another sip, listening and watching as Mr. Skeezy commented on Wesley's sexuality. Yea, ooh, aah, he liked poon. It was sort of obvious he wasn't into buttholes. Literally and figuratively. Hearing Wes though she nearly choked on her liquid, chuckling to herself, giving a toothy grin, finishing the tankard and pouring more into it. "Not so much blind as he is thinking that once he puts the noodle in hot water it won't be straight anymore." she explained with a laugh, waving her finger around and taking another drink. Angry men were exciting men to behold, it was like a flash of want, probably because it showed assertiveness or something and Umie liked that. Of course, teasing younger, inexperienced men was equally just as fun.
She took another sip, hearing the monologue coming to a close, and decided to take in the array of alcohol on the wall. The grin was small now, a simple smirk as the man stormed out. "Ah, I love it when my night ends on a happy note." the rest of the fire ale was poured into the tankard, looking out the door as the man opened it. She went through these three pretty fast, a fourth was definitely out of the question. "This last drink then I'll be finding an inn." She stretched, taking the towel off her knuckles and wincing. The scab had started to form with the fabric. "s**t." She murmured, looking at her knuckles, lightly flexing them. Ah well, that's as good as it was gunna get. It'd scab over some more over night but she couldn't be swinging punches at anyone.
"Sorry for bloodying this." The rag was placed inside the empty bowl and both were slid over to the bartender. "Thank you for the first aid. How much does three bottles of fire ale cost in this town?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 12:12 pm
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______Ｗｅｓｌｅｙ Ｓｔｕｍｐ ❝ ᗯ ᗴ ᔕ ❞
Wes ignored her comment about her wearing armor that flattened out her breasts, and it seemed that the comment fell on deaf ears to the man as well. His ears perked up however, when he heard her chuckle and add her two-sense into what he said to the man. Wes couldn't help but smirk softly. It wasn't the first time it had happened, that was for sure. But it wasn't often Wes met men as persistent as that patron was. It wasn't often he met men who ogled him as much as that man did was well. Wes supposed there was a first time for everything, especially considering this night.
It wasn't that he had never met a woman like -. Wes paused. He didn't even know her name. She never mentioned it, now did she? Wes didn't recall mentioning his name to her either, but he supposed she didn't care for his name in the first place, seeing as that she still called him Lady Lips.
He supposed he'd just keep on calling her Pancake for now, seeing no sense in asking her name, doubtful they'd meet again. His thoughts were interrupted not with her words about the price, but his head turned to a window, eyes darkening when he saw dark cumulonimbus clouds in the sky, and heard a clash of lightning before the light pitter-patter of rain. He didn't bother to hold in a curse. And then turned back to her. "Oh, it's uh, no problem." He shook his head and took the rag and bowl, going into the backroom before quick shuffling could be heard. He took a pen out of his pocket and quickly scribbled her bill down on a piece of ordering paper, showing her the correct calculations of her bill, which was required for three or more drinks. He passed the paper over to her and quickly started to secure several drinks to make sure they wouldn't fall with thunder strikes or if they wouldn't leak or drip. He looked back at the window and bit his lip before sighing.
He knew he was going to come down with a fever. Two minutes outside in even drizzling rain was too much for him, and it looked like it was going to come down hard. He checked the time and shook his head, getting out keys.
"Wish I could say the same about my night ending on a good note," He mumbled with a shake of his head once more, jumping swiftly over the counter and going around to lock the bathroom and bar hinge door hurriedly.
“ While I was looking the other way your fire went out
Left me with cinders to kick into dust
What a waste of the wonder you were
In my living fire I will keep your scorn and mine
In my living fire I will keep your heartache and mine
At the disgrace of a waste of a life ” |
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 12:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 12:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 12:52 pm
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______Ｗｅｓｌｅｙ Ｓｔｕｍｐ ❝ ᗯ ᗴ ᔕ ❞
Wes came back and tucked his keys into his pocket, checking the time again. He heard her comment about rain and nodded in agreement, going into a corner and searching for an umbrella. Even with the Umbrella, even if he didn't get wet, he was going to get a fever. There wasn't a use in Wes trying to convince himself that he would survive it. At that point, he was just talking out of his a** anyway. He in relief and stress once he found a large black umbrella, and turned over to the girl, expressions dull, but worry present in his pinkish tomato eyes. "I'm prone to fever in the rain. No," He paused and corrected himself, looking outside. "I will get a fever in this damn rain. It isn't one of those b***h fevers you see all the time, either. It's a full blown fever that makes me look like a ******** tomato." He pursed his lips and ran a hand through his hair, taking a seat on the counter, tapping his fingers on the wood impatiently as he collected the money and quickly put it in the register.
Protection from a woman...God, I really don't want to get sick. He heard her last words and he stopped, thinking for a moment before he let out a chuckle at his own thought.
"I must be pretty desperate to not get sick if I really just thought of taking you home with me," He mumbled underneath his breathe as he glared out the window at the pelting rain, the sounds filling his ears with great distaste. He bit his thumb hard, drawing blood as he continued to glare.
He perked up slightly as yet another woman entered, and he shook his head at her question, jumping behind the counter once more to serve a final patron. Wes rolled up his sleeves and looked down at his bleeding thumb, grabbing a cloth and quickly wiping it off as he seared the tiny bite wound up. He looked over at the woman and stepped closer, eyes expectant.
(( It's fine. ))
“ While I was looking the other way your fire went out
Left me with cinders to kick into dust
What a waste of the wonder you were
In my living fire I will keep your scorn and mine
In my living fire I will keep your heartache and mine
At the disgrace of a waste of a life ” |
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 1:15 pm
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Ummummorar Ixyll | Tiefling
He was really in a rush to get out of here, he was hopping to and fro like a chicken without its head. First this way, then that way, then this way again, let's loop and go over here. Oh hey look he found an umbrella. "Prone to fever?" she repeated. The way he was walking he might has well have gotten the plague. But he corrected himself. "So you get the plague." That was lovely. "Well you're a few shades off so you shouldn't have to worry too hard." but he just plopped himself on the counter and she sighed, climbing over to the other side to find a barrel of water or something. "I wouldn't count on my first aid you saw me stick my hand in a bowl of fire ale." came the response, finding what she was looking for and dipping a tankard in it, pullit it out and placing it beside him just as he bit his thumb.
Umie merely raised an eyebrow, deciding not to question it as the bell above the door rang. Standing there was the most petite female she'd ever seen. How old was she? "Nope! You're right on time we give specials to cute girls. Lady-Lips here got one" She said with a grin, motioning to the man sitting on the counter like a child. "What's your poison, sweetheart?" But Wes moved behind the counter and she frowned. "No customers behind the bar." The frown only stayed a moment as she grinned, climbing back over and sitting in her seat, taking the tankard of water for herself and drinking from it.
"Sorry, he doesn't give discounts like I do." and winked at the girl before taking another drink.
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Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 1:26 pm
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