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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]

[ 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?

[motivation]

Hm.

[ that is a dilemma. ]

I could promise that all strangling will be with my thighs, but you'd still die.

[vorrutyer]

[ He laughs; charming image. But - ]

Too true. And sweet as it would be to perish in that way, I think I'd prefer to live.

[motivation]

[ in response, dutch reaches out and pats his shoulder. a little condescendingly, though that image is probably ruined by the fact that she almost misses his shoulder before focusing properly. ]

[vorrutyer]

[ He captures her hand and presses it fondly. ]

So perhaps another drink, instead. Or - oh. Perhaps some chocolate dainties? Do you have a sweet tooth, Dutch?

[motivation]

[ she doesn't try to pull it back. ]

No.

[ yes. ]

[vorrutyer]

Really? I do. A terrible one. Perhaps you'll come and watch me eat some delicious things, and not join in?

[motivation]

Fine.

[ she manages to make that sound long-suffering. fact is, she's more tired than she'd realised and she actually likes his company. even when he doesn't go down on his knees for her in public spaces. ]