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 Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 1:13 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 1:33 am
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 Ummummorar Ixyll | Tiefling
"Sweetheart you have lady lips, pink hair and you're unmarried with no kids at your age. Of course you're not like most men." She watched him fill up the tankard, not even blinking at his question. "You're right. I gotta piss. And if I don't I'm going to have too." She stood, wiping the invisible dirt off, looking around before going to the bathroom. Her reflection in the mirror had her cringe. Goddamn. She looked like that. "That's a big cut." she murmured, analyzing her lip. That soon brought her back to her knuckles, slowly flexing them. They were scabbed but they hurt like a b***h. They burned.
But she did her business, carefully washing her hands, before leaving. What she saw made her raise an eyebrow. Lady-Lips was missing his vest and little miss Artist's loose posture was now closed and a bit, well, conservative. Crossed legs, red face, looking down. What did he mention he liked poon instead of p***s? But Artist picked up the conversation where it left off. "See? That's what I think! Lovely bathroom by the way. I liked it. Nice decoration." She sat down and sipped her water once more, pausing seeing the empty tankard. "And another round for my lovely lady friend."
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 1:43 am
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 ___ ___ Ｗｅｓｌｅｙ Ｓｔｕｍｐ ❝ ᗯ ᗴ ᔕ ❞
Wes opened his mouth to tell her something about her first comment, but he couldn't say anything as he noticed something irritating. "A button missing?" He asked himself, fingering the part of his shirt, near the middle, that gaped open, revealing his bellybutton. He shook his head and reminded himself to throw this shirt away, it was getting worn out. His gaze then traveled to the short haired woman, her gaze instantly averting, not looking at his eyes. He cocked an eyebrow just as Pancake came back and Paintbrush also agreed that he should talk more. He pursed his lips but said nothing, filling up her glass with more vodka before turning back to the two women.
"I'll humor you two. A topic, any topic. We'll chat. I'll say whatever comes to my mind."
“ 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: Sun Jun 23, 2013 11:00 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 11:25 am
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Ummummorar Ixyll | Tiefling
"Your shirt's missing a button." Umie pointed out, watching the unpinned part of the shirt poke out, revealing skin color every time he turned. "Will you really?" She asked, the man saying he'd chat. "You're such a sweetheart, Lady-Lips." she teased, looking at Artist, "All right what're we talking about?" another sip of water was taken, eyeing the two beer bottles that Wesley had opened but not finished. She knew bartenders pretended to drink so she shrugged it off. No point in forcing him if he wasn't going to finish. Plus he was busy with that cigarette in his mouth.
The lights flickered and another rumble of thunder made her look up, pointed ears listening to the marching of the rain on the roof. Maybe she'd just fall asleep under a table if this thing lasted all night.
"Woman."
"What woman?" Ummummorar asked, watching the girl is on the counter in front of her. That movement didn't faze her, allowing her chin to be lifted, but the tiefling's personality reserved somewhat, the tankard about to be lifted but Artist leaned close. That did startle her a bit, biting back a warning growl as their noses touched. "Three bottles and not drunk enough, dear." She said, free hand holding the back of the girls hair as she kissed her, forked tongue forcing the painter's mouth open and quickly exploring it before pulling away.
"Please don't get that close to me again. That's a warning, Artist." The words had a hard edge to them, golden eyes serious. But Artist was soon ignored, the tankard finishing it's trip and she swallowed the rest of the water, leaning around the girl and holding it out to Wes. "Yea, I'm such a catch." she chuckled, no humor in the noise.
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 11:40 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 11:49 am
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______Ｗｅｓｌｅｙ Ｓｔｕｍｐ ❝ ᗯ ᗴ ᔕ ❞
"No, it's actually supposed to be like that." Wes mumbled under his breathe as she pointed out the obvious, turning and ignoring her teasing of him. His ears caught the topic in which he shrugged at, eyes widening ever-so-slightly at her actions towards Pancake. He stood there, watching with mildly interested eyes as to see simply where this was going. He watched as Paintbrush leaned in and took Um's chin in her hand, the action causing a small memory flash as to when Wes grabbed that very chin and attempted to cleanse the cut upon those dainty lips of hers. He turned as they kissed, not to give them privacy, but because he didn't really care for it. Wes finished off his cigarette with another huff, and took a longer swing of his beer, licking his lips as Pancake started to warn the artist of whatever-the-hell-he-didn't-really-care. Wes once again re-filled her water and handed it to her without a word, turning to Paintbrush.
"So, you want me to you what I think of Pancake?" He paused and pressed his lips together. "Well, she's a feisty one, that's for sure. But she can take an insult and a joke, which is nice." He paused, taking another sip of his beer, continuing. She told him to talk about Pancake, and that's what he was doing. He was only saying what he had gathered about her in the short time that they had been...acquaintances. He wouldn't call them friends. Friends were people who he knew outside of his job. She? She was simply an acquaintance. Wes also didn't want to have sex with his friends, so that was one other thing that set her apart. "Don't know her name, though,"
"Her tongue is pretty sexy. Not really a boob man, but she looks like she has pretty full hips." His eyes glanced over at Pancake, giving a quick glance to her hips before he looked back at the short haired painter. "Hopefully her v****a's as fiery hot as her personality. Feels like she'd be pretty fun in bed and be a kickass chum." He shrugged at his words like they were nothing, eyes on the Artist, now. "Want me to do you next?"
“ 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: Sun Jun 23, 2013 1:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 1:46 pm
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Ummummorar Ixyll | Tiefling
"It's still a warning if one party did not, Artist." The tiefling said simply. When the girl didn;t move from her spot she sighed, kicking her things to the next chair and scoot over, not wanting someone sitting in front of her. "I doubt Wes'll be bothered by a pair of girls kissing." The tankard was lifted to her lips, the water now being a distraction from the being beside her. Maybe it was time to head out, rain or not she'd suffer wet hair. It's not like it did much to her.
"Hey, hand me one." She motioned toward the cigarette, deciding to try once more to get the taste of vodka from her mouth. Water could only rinse out so much, downing it again. Drinking the water was good though, considering the three bottles of fire ale she'd removed from his stock she needed about six bottles worth of water. "What?" He was going to describe her? ******** she might as well go and hide back in the bathroom. But the words weren't that bad, Ummummorar nodding. Yes she was fiesty, it was a trademark and she enjoyed it. and joking, man when you were a tiefling what insults hadn't you heard? Might as well treat them as jokes. Yes she was indestructible.
It made her grin, about to drink her water and realized it was empty. ah well, it lightly hit the wood bar, head resting in her hand, nodding lightly as he continued. The sexy tongue made her grin, wetting her lips and letting it linger over the cut, no longer tasting of medicine before hiding it. The hips made the gold eyes open and glance down, hm, well she would say she did. Nothing like being pear shaped, large boobs were just gross.
"You take me on this bar and you can find out how fiery hot it is, then maybe we'll be chums afterwards." She winked, though it probably had little effect on the indifferent man. Artist, on the other hand, had a face as red as fire. "Do her. And she should get the Pancake title I could fit one in my mouth." She felt a bit cheered up, grinning and waiting for that cigarette.
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 2:21 pm
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______Ｗｅｓｌｅｙ Ｓｔｕｍｐ ❝ ᗯ ᗴ ᔕ ❞
Wes nodded as she asked for a cigarette, and he reached in his back pocket, pulling out the case to see that there was one left. He frowned slightly and shrugged, lighting it and taking a quick huff before handing to her her just as he released the toxic smoke from his lungs. He turned to the woman, getting ready to really let her now what was on his mind about her, when Pancake's words made his ears burn. He resisted a smile. "I'll take you up on that offer, it isn't like i'll be leaving anytime soon Pancake." He then turned back to the red faced artist. "Pancake is right. You'd respectfully get the title, but the smaller the breasts, the perkier they tend to be, and I find that Paintbrush fits you better. Short hair, narrow physique, fragile.. He Put emphasis on fragile, his eyes tracing the artist up and down excruciatingly slowly, taking in all of her features. "Yes. That's the perfect word to describe you. Fragile. I could split you in half with a single thrust if I wanted to. And I have a tight grip. You'd bruise awfully easily. I'm a fan of hips, in case you haven't noticed, and I'm taking pleasure in imagining your hips covered in bruises I was most likely the cause of." He paused and smirked softly, his fiery gaze traveling to her flushed cheeks and lips. "Your mouth is pretty tiny, too. But your daintiness is cute, so you've got that going. You seem nice, but shy. I'd keep you as my person pet for sure, but I think I wouldn't get to play with you too long before you break."
Wes finished his evaluation with a sip of his beer, finishing the bottle and quickly throwing it away before going back to his other bottle, finishing off those last drops as well. He turned to his Pancake and then added from what he said before, "But I have to know the name of the person I ********>
“ 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: Sun Jun 23, 2013 2:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 4:32 pm
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Ummummorar Ixyll | Tiefling
Gold eyes watched the reaction on the peach colored face, a frown before he lit it, made sure it would continue to slowly burn before handing it over. "Thank you." Ummummorar gave him a grin, watching his ears turn red, "Great. Looking forward to it." Eyeing the cigarette she gave a cautious frown, hearing the man starting to describe Artist. She was going to regret this, pressing her lips around the stick and inhaling. Instantly her lungs tried to reject it, eyes tearing up but she held it in a moment before releasing it, grabbing her water and drinking that, giving her an excuse to splutter and cough. It only only look like the water went down the wrong pipe. God it burned why did she ask for one? "******** s**t." she said between coughs, not hearing Wes in his description.
Gasping, she heard him say 'person pet.' Well she didn't know he was into that but hey, to each their own. "God." She groaned, rubbing her throat, taking another sip, lungs angry at her, but she took another drag and they tried to act up again before she just gave up. "********. Take this back. If I want to taste smoke I'll just taste you." and offered the barely burned f** to the man. The rest of her water was downed, gasping and moving the white hair from her face, fingers pushing it back. When her lungs were calm the man asked for her name, causing her to grin. "Damn, thought I'd avoided that." She looked up at him, offering her hand. "Ummummorar Ixyll. Pleasure to meet you, Wesley Stump, and Miss Dalia" She nodded a hello towards the younger girl.
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 5:17 pm
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______Ｗｅｓｌｅｙ Ｓｔｕｍｐ ❝ ᗯ ᗴ ᔕ ❞
Wes shook his head, noticing her coughs and sputters when she inhaled. He took the cigarette back from her and shrugged. "First time sucked too. My father basically made me choke to death when he offered one to me." He let another toxic cloud of smoke out, and turned to Dalia. "Call me Wes." He told her simply, preferring that people didn't use his full name when they could simply shorten it to 'Wes.'
However, he couldn't help but think about Pancake's name. Ummummorar. Holy s**t. He would have to shorten that. "Mind if I just call you Um and Dee? Or, you know, Paintbrush and Pancake work, too." He stretched slightly, rolling his head around, and took another drag of his cigarette, trying to savour it this time, knowing it was his last.
(( Couldn't think of anything else...))
“ 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: Wed Aug 14, 2013 1:12 pm
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