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[motivation]

Who: dutch (motivation) & various
What: dutch's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad dayweek: alvis and johnny are both back in stasis and dutch is not happy. add a bomb and alcohol and you got yourself a log.
When: 1st october onward
Where: out and about in olympia (red light district, various other places possibly)
Warning(s): alcohol and sex used as coping mechanisms. violence.



[ if you'd like a starter, hit me up via pm, at the event plotting or on plurk at abiosis ]

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[vorrutyer]

So how will you be coping with your misery, dear Dutch?

[motivation]

[ dutch touches a finger idly to the rim of her now-empty whiskey glass. ]

How do you think?

[vorrutyer]

[ He hums a bit. ]

Drink is only a delaying tactic, though. A wonderful one, but...

[motivation]

Got a better suggestion?

[vorrutyer]

Hm. [ He tilts his head to the side. ] Well, knowing your career - perhaps it would be cathartic to kill something?

[motivation]

[ dutch drops her head forward, eyes closing for a moment. ]

I don't do that anymore. Killing people. [ unless it's self-defence. or necessary. or they're hullen. or all of the above. but she tries. ]

[vorrutyer]

[ Just the slightest arch to his eyebrow - ]

A mercenary who avoids dealing death? It does sound like something out of a fairy-tale.

[motivation]

Ha fucking ha.

[ funny, by. except it isn't; she was forced to kill all of her childhood and youth. of course she wanted to stop when she ran away from khlyen. ]

[vorrutyer]

[ He spreads his hands innocently. ]

What - do you hear me laughing? It does. But don't get offended - I take fairy-tales quite seriously. I myself spent the first ten years of my life frightened into obedience by the prospect of an iron-toothed witch whose hut stood on chicken legs. A fairy-tale princess has far more power than a human woman does.

[motivation]

That's just silly.

[ dutch has little time for what she perceives to be frivolous bullshit. ]

[vorrutyer]

Well, I'm a very silly man. Aren't you charmed by it? We could screw, of course.

[motivation]

[ for a moment, dutch's gaze sharpens. still drunk, of course, but not entirely gone at least. ]

We could.

[ that would be distracting. ]

[vorrutyer]

[ With a little sigh - because heaven help him if he doesn't continue to be a bit of an asshole and a tease even when she's in a bad state - ]

Though that's still a delaying tactic. As much of a marvel as my cock and tongue are, they cannot actually dispel grief.

#so sexy

[motivation]

[ dutch squints. ]

Either kiss me or buy me another drink. [ delaying tactics are all she's got right now. the implication is, of course, that if he does neither of the two, she'll just have to take matters into her own hands. probably by getting a drink and also by leaving. ]

True romance

[vorrutyer]

Hm. Where would you like to be kissed?

[ Cheerful as anything, as though he's not trying to counsel her through her grief, he winks at her. ]

I'll joyously go down on my knees before you, right here and now.

[motivation]

[ dutch isn't easily counselled through her grief. better men she's trusted more have tried. (and at times succeeded, but by isn't johnny and can't offer her that they don't have to stay, that they can just run away — and this line of thought isn't helping.)

for a moment, dutch takes in the rest of the establishment. it's dimly lit, it's not what one would call respectable, fuck it. ]

Prove it.

[vorrutyer]

[ Hm. Ah. ]

You wouldn't be embarrassed?

[motivation]

[ coward. ]

Do I look like I give two shits about embarrassed right now?

[vorrutyer]

No. The issue is whether you'd give two shits about embarrassed once you sobered up.

[motivation]

[ well, huh. ]

Probably not.

[vorrutyer]

Probably not.

[motivation]

Did you always have this much of a conscience?

[vorrutyer]

Conscience?

[ Damn. He'd thought she'd be too drunk to figure out the source of his reluctance. ]

You seem to have me mistaken for someone else. I simply don't want you strangling me to death later, that's all. It's cowardice.

[motivation]

[ he needn't worry; she'll probably forget most of this or at least won't worry about it once she sobers up. eventually. in a week or two. ]

Wimp.

[ a beat. ]

Do it somewhere private, then.

[vorrutyer]

[ A short bow. ]

The wimpiest. Of course, now I'm confronted with another dilemma. What if laying you gently at all would later cause you to become angry with me?