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[trenchknives]

It's party time all up in this open post.

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[trenchknives]

[Oh, don't encourage him, Angela, because he's just boldly unfastening his suspenders and undoing his belt now.]

Y'know, I gotta warn you, the scars ain't too pretty, but you get used to 'em pretty quick.

[And it's not like he's going to take his underwear off. Unless she asks him to. But he definitely is unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, and shamelessly standing up from the table to take another swig of his drink and to tug them off.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Oh, she's encouraging, non-verbally at least, with a raised eyebrow that says she's clearly entertained. Even if this started out as a completely different situation tonight, she's certainly not going to turn down eye candy.]

Scars give character. I have a few of my own.

[She pushes her shirt sleeve up along her right arm, showing a few pink dots in a semicircular pattern on her flesh.]

Zombie sheep.

[trenchknives]

Zombie sheep? Jesus fuck, this place is messed up.

[He turns to the side, slightly, showing her the extensive scarring on his right thigh.]

Not zombie sheep. Dunno if it'd be better or worse, but zombie sheep sounds like a better story.

[thenormalsquint]

No, it wasn't a better story. Let's just say I let my religious faith and being the first born scare me into sacrificing a lamb and they came back in revenge for their fallen brethren.

[That was a nightmare of a time, just as bad as it is now, only different holidays. The aftermath was terrible because Angela has to learn how to ask for help for the simplest things like washing and dressing. Good thing Brennan was here then; Angela would have been lost without her.]

[trenchknives]

[He sits back down in his chair, to take another bite of food and another sip of his drink, but he's raising his eyebrows at her over the glass, wondering how she feels about the view and and whether he should take another item of clothing off.]

Sounds awful. Glad we don't have any of those around here anymore. Just other stuff, y'know.

[thenormalsquint]

[The food's long forgotten in the midst of no pants right in front of her. It's a nice show, but it could be better. C+ for effort.]

I wouldn't put it past them to show up again. If I've learned anything here is that you need to expect the unexpected and you are never truly safe.

[trenchknives]

So that means we might as well have fun, as long as nothing's safe, right?

[And maybe, just maybe, he's loosening his tie and undoing his top buttons a little. Is he really planning on sitting here practically naked? Only time will tell.]

[thenormalsquint]

That's not what I said, though.

[Not that she's arguing against his stance. And she's certainly not looking away as he unbuttons his shirt. Her tipsy mind wonders how far he'll get clothing-wise without her taking any of hers off.]

Though now I see you're all for living it up.

[trenchknives]

Okay, it ain't what you said, but it's what I extrapolated. That counts, right?

[His shirt is tossed aside, and now he's in his undershirt and underwear, sitting there like he has no care in the world, certainly not expecting her to reciprocate unless she feels inclined to.],

Sure I am. Life's short.

[thenormalsquint]

Extrapolating leads you into trouble. You know what they say about assuming things.

[She doesn't have an inclination just yet, but that doesn't mean she eventually won't. Angela's still trying to behave herself sexwise and Jimmy has a boatload of issues to deal with, but her guards are down and the alcohol is beginning to hit her. She's still aware, but her inhibitions are falling to the wayside. Okay, more like being dropkicked to the wayside. Potato, potahto.]

So's your boxers. [She points her pinky towards said underwear.] Should I cover my eyes and give you some privacy?

[Yeah, right.]

[trenchknives]

Where would the fun be if you covered your eyes?

[Exhibitionist? To some extent, yes. That's probably why he's stripping off his undershirt, too, leaving him there in just his boxers, grinning at her like he doesn't have a care in the world.]

Sometimes extrapolation leads me to some pretty great things, y'know.

[thenormalsquint]

I'm just making sure, you know, in case you suddenly get shy on me.

[She's definitely liking this. She always wondered what was under than tux and what's under it is pretty impressive. He's not a beanpole nor is he super muscular, just lean and tones, just how she likes them.

She licks her lips absentmindedly, eyes coasting down the line of his chest.]

And where is it leading you now?

[trenchknives]

It's leadin' me to think you might like it if I took these off, too.

[He tugs at his boxers, but doesn't pull them down yet.]

'n it's kinda makin' me wonder what it'd take to see you take some of those clothes off.

[thenormalsquint]

Not much, but asking helps.

[Such a fucking tease, sitting there sipping at her drink like nothing at all, enjoying this unexpected strip tease. She's awful, he's awful, and they're both awful together and this is why they shouldn't be left in the same room along.]

Are you trying to break me? [It's obvious she's cracking already. His issues be damned.]

[trenchknives]

My answer to whether I'm tryin' to break you is entirely dependent on whether I'm succeedin' at breakin' you.

[A shameless grin, another sip of his drink, a raised eyebrow. He knows he's awful, but he doesn't think she minds.]

[thenormalsquint]

It depends. If I said I got off at the thought of you, would you consider that breaking?

[Certainly that's something she never planned on telling him, but there's no shame in telling the man in your fantasies that he is the man in your fantasies, especially when you know the feeling is mutual.

And there's no shame in doing it with a straight innocent face as well.]

[trenchknives]

Well...

[He laughs, grinning that devilish grin.]

I'd say the feeling's mutual, 'n be glad to hear it.

[thenormalsquint]

Then you're succeeding.

[She licks her lips, almost hungrily, but it's not food she wants. This is honestly shit timing; he's hurting and emotionally compromised and she's trying her best to keep her vow, but as each day passes, things get harder (no pun intended) and the need for physical comfort and physical distraction grows.

Maybe it's just time. Whatever it is, she can't help but slide forward on her chair, hanging on the edge in anticipation.]

Where are we going with this? I mean, I'm not here to take advantage of you at a time like this as much as I want to ravage you.

[trenchknives]

I dunno where we're goin' with this. What I know is that right now I wanna kiss you, 'n it definitely wouldn't be takin' advantage of me.

[And with that said, he leans forward in his chair, close enough to close the gap between them, close enough to go in for a kiss, aware of the fact that he could get slapped away at any moment, and willing to take the risk.]

[thenormalsquint]

This is a bad idea.

[So she says, not moving back an inch. She's not going to slap him away, not when she wants those lips on hers again. A bad idea, but when has she ever turned away from a bad idea than promised to be fun? Never and she's sure as hell not going to start now when she'd rather be kissing him.

And she does, slow and soft, almost polite, a strong contradiction in the way she just really wants to push him over in that chair and climb all over him.]

[trenchknives]

You're right, it's probably a terrible idea.

[Not for him, though. For her. He deepens the kiss, puts his hand on her cheek and draws her closer, tries to make that kiss less slow, less soft, less polite.]

[thenormalsquint]

[No, it's pretty much an awful choice on both their parts, but who's being hurt right now? As far as anyone knows, they can stick to kissing, keeping most of their hands away from each other's bodies, keep things relatively innocent. But with him damn near naked and her groaning just the least bit each time his tongue swipes across her lips so aggressively, being well behaved is goal that's growing more distant by the moment.]

[trenchknives]

[Being well behaved is apparently not something he thinks he's capable of, either, because after a few moments of kissing her as intensely as he can, he pulls away, resting his forehead against hers, breathing hard.]

Y'know, I... know you're gonna say no, but do you wanna go somewhere more comfortable?

[Like his bedroom, maybe?]

[thenormalsquint]

That's where you're wrong. I'm not going to say no.

[Not this time. It's been so long. She misses sex and all the intimacy that comes with it. If this turns out to be comfort sex, so be it. She did her job. He'll comforted and she'll finally get off some way other than her hand. Everybody will be happy.]

[trenchknives]

[The grin that breaks across his face is shameless and positively radiant. Grabbing her by the hand, he stands up, intending to lead her to his bedroom.]

I really thought you were gonna say no, but I ain't complainin'.