Tell me about it. Always the partyplanner, never the partier. [But the flippant response says that's maybe not true, but he doesn't mind playing around. This is a good, relaxing way to spend the evening before skin muppets invade. She hops up onto the counter and he turns to lean his back against the bar. He tilts his head up to look at her with a curious grin.]
A game, huh? Would this happen to be a game involving licking salt and biting limes? [He's not stupid, but he's absolutely not saying no.]
Sure does. There's a trick, though. I'm assuming you've heard what happens this week when you touch someone.
[:)]
Or maybe you've experienced it. In any case, let's see how drunk we can get before a slip-up.
[It's hardly a game, she knows. Inevitably, they're both going to lose sooner or later... Or win, depending on how you look at it. But hey, the point of a game is to have some fun, isn't it? This will be that. It's good enough.]
Maybe a little of both. I usually don't kiss and tell. [But there's a smirk. This is actually a terrible idea given the effects of this week, but sometimes you embrace terrible ideas just to see where things go.] Sort of feels like a set-up for a slip-up, Katy, but I'll bite.
[With that said, he'll take one of the shots to hold in his hand.] Which of us is gonna go first then?
[Is this some self-control game? Yeah. Is he into it? Absolutely.]
[Oh, yes, absolutely a terrible idea. They both know where this is going. They're going to be dumb 20-something-year-olds tonight.]
Well, seeing as how I'm already up here...
[She pours a shot and then carefully nestles the glass between her breasts.]
You'll have to do your own salt. It'd be a quick loss otherwise.
[Unfortunate, but they can incorporate the salt into their routine after they inevitably slip up in a round or two. For now, she pops a lime wedge between her teeth and grins, sitting up a bit straighter. Good luck, buddy.]
[Oh. So it's that kind of game. He doesn't even seem to mind, watching Katy settle on the bar with the shot before picking up the salt and dashing it over the back of his hand.]
And with a quick loss, what would even be the point? [It's a joke, and he tilts his head before he angles his head just enough to pull the shot glass up with his lips, flipping it up enough to swallow the tequila down. He locks his eyes with hers for a hot second as he slowly licks the salt, darting down to bite the lime and just barely missing her mouth. He pulls back with the wedge in his teeth, sucking on the juice as he pulls back only a few inches.]
You'll have to do better than that. [This is said with the lime in his mouth so it's sort of muffled, but the idea's out there.]
[She laughs as he snatches the lime out of her mouth, and damn, that was quick. He's right, though; a quick loss would take all the fun out of it. She'd just grab for him now if she wanted to speed things along.]
Not bad.
[Now she reaches for the salt, taking a long moment to run her tongue over the back of her hand so it'll stick when she pours it.]
[Sometimes you learn to move fast and find ways to apply that skill elsewhere. The lime juice is sucked from the fruit and the rind's set aside when he's finished, hopping up on another space of the bar.
They're not dumb. Neither of them are stupid and he knows they're both aware of the end goal here. But there's something about the anticipation of it that makes it more interesting. Plus it's time to kill and something normal, something he could imagine himself still doing if he had a regular-ass life.
With that cheerful thought, he'll reach over and pour a shot into the glass.]
You have the clear advantage here. [Mostly in that she has a convenient space to rest the glass. It takes him a moment to think, but he settles for shifting the bottom hem of his shirt up and balancing the glass carefully on his exposed hip/lower abdomen.] But we'll stay in easy mode for now.
[And with that he shuts up and shoves the lime wedge into his mouth, teeth sinking just a little into the rind.]
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["Nothing ever happens on Tuesdays" are amazing last words, honestly.]
We ought to do something about that. How about a game?
[She circles around to the front of the bar to hop up onto the counter. Hey.]
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A game, huh? Would this happen to be a game involving licking salt and biting limes? [He's not stupid, but he's absolutely not saying no.]
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Sure does. There's a trick, though. I'm assuming you've heard what happens this week when you touch someone.
[:)]
Or maybe you've experienced it. In any case, let's see how drunk we can get before a slip-up.
[It's hardly a game, she knows. Inevitably, they're both going to lose sooner or later... Or win, depending on how you look at it. But hey, the point of a game is to have some fun, isn't it? This will be that. It's good enough.]
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[With that said, he'll take one of the shots to hold in his hand.] Which of us is gonna go first then?
[Is this some self-control game? Yeah. Is he into it? Absolutely.]
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[Oh, yes, absolutely a terrible idea. They both know where this is going. They're going to be dumb 20-something-year-olds tonight.]
Well, seeing as how I'm already up here...
[She pours a shot and then carefully nestles the glass between her breasts.]
You'll have to do your own salt. It'd be a quick loss otherwise.
[Unfortunate, but they can incorporate the salt into their routine after they inevitably slip up in a round or two. For now, she pops a lime wedge between her teeth and grins, sitting up a bit straighter. Good luck, buddy.]
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And with a quick loss, what would even be the point? [It's a joke, and he tilts his head before he angles his head just enough to pull the shot glass up with his lips, flipping it up enough to swallow the tequila down. He locks his eyes with hers for a hot second as he slowly licks the salt, darting down to bite the lime and just barely missing her mouth. He pulls back with the wedge in his teeth, sucking on the juice as he pulls back only a few inches.]
You'll have to do better than that. [This is said with the lime in his mouth so it's sort of muffled, but the idea's out there.]
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Not bad.
[Now she reaches for the salt, taking a long moment to run her tongue over the back of her hand so it'll stick when she pours it.]
Your turn, then.
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They're not dumb. Neither of them are stupid and he knows they're both aware of the end goal here. But there's something about the anticipation of it that makes it more interesting. Plus it's time to kill and something normal, something he could imagine himself still doing if he had a regular-ass life.
With that cheerful thought, he'll reach over and pour a shot into the glass.]
You have the clear advantage here. [Mostly in that she has a convenient space to rest the glass. It takes him a moment to think, but he settles for shifting the bottom hem of his shirt up and balancing the glass carefully on his exposed hip/lower abdomen.] But we'll stay in easy mode for now.
[And with that he shuts up and shoves the lime wedge into his mouth, teeth sinking just a little into the rind.]