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Post by flashgordon on May 19, 2010 16:43:06 GMT -5
Munk gave a slight grunt, his paws moving to hold onto her hips.
"Well, yeah I do." He said softly. "I'm still a tom. But... this isn't the time... or place... for this." He looked unsure. He definitely didn't want to tell her no. But he didn't want to risk her regretting this later, and him regretting this later... he didn't want any more avoidable regrets. Somehow he didn't think she needed any either. "Maybe we should discuss this somewhere else." Okay, that sounded suspicious. Whatever. He at least wanted out of the prying eyes.
"The middle of the junkyard doesn't seem appropriate."
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Post by Kitrina on May 19, 2010 16:47:41 GMT -5
She blinked, pace slowing before stopping. "Seriously?"
"When? Now?" That was... well... not something she was expecting, although she simply smirked and nodded her head. "You say where and when, and I'm there. But less discussing, and less clothing."
She turned then, sitting on Munk's lap, back to his chest, stretching out her legs in front of her.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 19, 2010 21:07:30 GMT -5
Tumblebrutus had somewhat of a sticky situation, or at least a stiffy one, as he watched, having hidden himself by one of the pipes. Desperately, he wanted to join in but well, he was young. And if they caused a fuss, he could get yelled at. And from there, well, he had an amazing view of the lapdance, which he was still buzzed about and, embarrassing as it was, somewhat wished he was in Munk's stead, as well as the other Jellicles. Maybe if they all got more drunk they'd talk to him. But, still, he found himself inching toward them.
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Post by puck on May 19, 2010 21:45:15 GMT -5
Puck leaned in towards Kamaria, practically resting her chin on the queen's shoulder, unable to take her eyes off of Kit's lap dance. "Who can?"
She paused for a moment, watching and considering Kam's question. "Truth."
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Post by kamaria on May 20, 2010 4:52:13 GMT -5
"She's a far better match for him anyway," Kamaria sighed, and lightly leaned into Puck.
"Hmm. Truth. Alright, what, of all the things you have or haven't done, what do you regret the most?"
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Post by puck on May 21, 2010 9:54:14 GMT -5
There was a slight flinch at the question that Puck hoped no one saw. Regret? There were a lot of things she regretted. Most of her life was a regret. Somehow Puck didn't think everyone cared to know about that though, especially since they hardly knew her.
"I regret not having more fun in my life." she answered finally. It might not be her biggest regret, but it worked.
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Post by kamaria on May 21, 2010 10:55:59 GMT -5
Kamaria nuzzled Puck's shoulder in a friendly sort of way.
"You're a jellicle now. You're guaranteed fun. Drama too, but still. There shall be fun. I promise!" she said with a grin.
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Post by flashgordon on May 21, 2010 13:01:29 GMT -5
Munkustrap gave a soft sigh. Okay. That embarrassment was over... for now. He kind of hoped everyone would get drunk enough to forget it happened. He could hear it now, the taunts... sometimes he wished he was mroe like Tugger, just so it wouldn't shock the others that he was actually mortal.
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Post by Kitrina on May 21, 2010 14:28:22 GMT -5
Kitrina arched her back, one arm moving behind Munk's head in a stretch, the other on the car surface Munk sat on, no effort made to move, perhaps even more of a wriggle offered as she pressed back in maybe more of a taunt. "Pass the Vodka~?" she purred lightly. Because damn it, why not. And getting Munk drunk on top of it would be epic.
Her head cocked to the side before yelling out, "HEY PUCK, WHO ARE YOU DARING NEXT?!"
The concept of truth or dare was something that Kitrina probably would never understand.
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Post by sirscootsalot on May 21, 2010 14:47:31 GMT -5
Pouncival scooted up beside Tumblebrutus, nudging him with a slight grin. "This is good, huh?" He asked, plopping down, putting a claw in between his teeth as he looked back to the group. It was interesting, at least, watching what everyone was doing. Very interesting... hum. Especially to see Munkustrap in that position - huh! More hilarious, that one. And sexy. Not Munk, he thought quickly to himself, but the dancing was. Yeah...
"What now?" He asked, keeping his voice low, a little unsure. This seemed like it could be a little strange if someone caught them together here. Ew. He didn't want that. He really wanted to go out, hang with the others, get some of the vodka... but like Tumblebrutus, he really didn't think the adults would approve...
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 21, 2010 15:20:24 GMT -5
The tom barely refrained from yelping, somewhat having forgotten his other half in being distracted by it. "Yeah, God. I didn't really think Kitrina was hot before but..." He couldn't help but shiver. "I wish she'd start dancing again." Pause. "... I wish she would with me." Pause. "Or teach Jemima, and have Jemima do it with me. Er, do it by the dance! I mean, not that I'd say no to her if she wanted to do it that way or--oh fucknuts." His ears flattened a bit before he studied the group again.
What now, indeed?
Unlike Pouncival, Tumblebrutus' mind never went to other cats' speculations, well, unless Jemima or Mistoffelees were involved. Speaking of Mistoffelees--
He allowed his gaze to shift and fall on the black cat, who seemed somewhat sandwiched between God--er, Tugger--and Bombalurina.
"I don't know," he whispered back, unaware that he scooted forward just a tiny bit though he was thankful for the baggier jeans. "... I kinda wanna play with them. It looks fun. Maybe we can kiss some girls." And then, horror came to his face. "Wait, we can't do that. I haven't kissed before. They'd laugh or something. Never mind that idea. It was a bad one. Think of a better one--you're smart."
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Post by bombalurina on May 21, 2010 18:42:14 GMT -5
Ninety nine point nine percent of the time, Bombalurina had a problem with not being the sexiest queen at the party. This was not one of those times. Her cheeks ached from her gleeful smile as she watched Kitrina rock it out. From the way the younger toms were staring, she could tell that the bombshell was not on their minds and weirdly, she didn't care. Kitrina needed something like this. Sure, she'd probably regret basically riding Munkustrap tomorow, but no one was jeering. Queens were sort of stunned by the amount of sex appeal she had just unleashed, and the toms? Well, with the way they all sat on the edge of their seats - she had their attention as well.
"DARE SOMEONE, PUCK!" Bombalurina called, throwing her arm amiably around Misto and deftly stealing his bottle in the process, taking a long swig. "OR...TRUTH SOMEONE. But Kit hates truth!"
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Post by Kitrina on May 21, 2010 18:45:32 GMT -5
"TRUTH MAKES ME SAD IN MY PANTIES!" Kitrina just about screamed, legs spreading as if in demonstration, rocking back a bit further. "But... but some dares make me happy in them too. Just like someone feeling happy to--to see me beneath me! Is your cock really as big as it feels?" Kitrina inquired.
Tact? What tact?
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 21, 2010 21:35:33 GMT -5
Tugger had watched quietly, drinking, the whole time. Seeing Munkustrap all embarrassed at the lapdance is probably the greatest event of the year.
Encouraged, his arm was around Bomba, stroking her side, fingers curling in any exposed fur.
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 21, 2010 21:46:27 GMT -5
Mistoffelees frowned before taking another drink, feeling a little light headed though he tried to swallow that feeling. Granted, he'd been a little more annoyed that Tugger didn't make some sort of protest to his lewd comment about Munkustrap, but well, maybe the other knew him too well. Or was enjoying what he was watching. Or just didn't care.
He arched his back and stretched as he watched.
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Post by Plato on May 21, 2010 22:20:13 GMT -5
"DARE BOMBA TO GIVE -ME- A LAPDANCE!" Plato yelled, in a thoroughly good mood with a great buzz from the booze, an arm then slinging around Tugger's shoulder. "Nice to be away from the sausage fest, huh? Way too much dick." He nodded seemingly sagely before snickering a little bit and calling loudly,
"HEY MUNK, DON'T YOU WANT KIT TO SHOW YOU HER TITS?!"
Oh, he could be SOOOOO funny sometimes. But this was comedy! Royal comedy.
And well, if it had boobs, usually he thought it was hot and would hit it. Usually. "GET SOME LESBIANISM!"
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Post by sirscootsalot on May 21, 2010 22:27:00 GMT -5
"Wait, what?" Pouncival gave a slight snort of a laugh, swatting Tumblebrutus.
"Did you just tell me to think of a better one? Dude, if you don't kiss a queen, you never will, and you'll never get laid, and you'll die with blue balls." He crawled back up to be beside Tumblebrutus again as he moved. "Maybe if we can at least get some of the booze, even if they won't let us in on this, and we can get some of the kittens tipsy and bada boom, maybe you'll get... well probably not lucky. No. A kiss maybe." A light snicker was given, a shake of his head, rather proud at his statement. It was probably truth anyway.
"You need to get over this Jemima business. It's not gonna happen like you want. You need to be open-minded, man. But don't go after Bomab either. Go for lower game. Like Electra or something."
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Post by flashgordon on May 21, 2010 22:30:20 GMT -5
Munksutrap spluttered loudly, almost pushing Kitrina from his lap in his shock and embarrassment. Oh god! She just said that so everyone could hear!
Blushing deeply under his fur, he decided instead to just bury his face in his paw, handing her the vodka, which by now was looking so much more and more appealing. In fact, before he transferred it over to her paw, he took a large swig; he really... really didn't want to remember this embarrassment in the morning. Not a good idea but... whatever. "Try and keep a little quieter." He mumbled, putting a hand on her hip gently.
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Post by Kitrina on May 21, 2010 22:40:23 GMT -5
"You don't like screamers? Reaaalllllly?" She took a drink herself before continuing. "Are you one of those kinky types with the gags? I bet you are. Oh God, BOMBA, you were TOTALLY RIGHT ABOUT HIS SECRET, TORTURE CHAMBER! Munkustraaapppppp." She giggled a bit wildly then, fingers twisting in Munkustrap's headfur, turning her head enough over her shoulder to look at him. "I've done that before. Done it goooood."
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Post by flashgordon on May 21, 2010 22:46:52 GMT -5
Munkustrap pressed his paw firmly to his face then, really, completely, and utterly unsure of how to respond. Really... really unsure.
"That's, uh... Nice?" A long pause was given there, risking a peek at her. He really was awkward and a bit shy when it came down to it. Okay, so, this wasn't a normal social situation, but he was still aware most toms would love to be in his place. And he didn't know what to do. "I don't... know about that... I'd be afraid of hurting you... or... something..." Awkward pause, hiding his face again. Oh boy.
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Post by Kitrina on May 21, 2010 22:52:37 GMT -5
"Impossible," she replied, without so much thought. "If I could take Fangor's gang, I can take--take anything." She tried to have emphasis in her words, trying to really raise the issue that she was strong but conversations blended. Telling Bomba and Kami about her past was one thing; the idea that Munkustrap hadn't been there, or didn't know, as they didn't, certainly didn't process in that state.
"And you... you CARE. That... that makes a difference. But cats... cats sometimes like hurt. Yeah."
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 21, 2010 22:53:39 GMT -5
"ELECTRA?!" he hissed loudly, shocked and mortified at the mere suggestion. "How stupid ARE you, Pounce?! She's... she's... Electra." Flustered, he continued. "I don't think there could be a kitten who hates me more. And she's really bitchy and like, constantly PMSing or something, and not my type at all and ew, no. No, no, no, no, no. If it's another kitten, rather one that's... not so bitchy. Jemima's just... so perfect. But..." He frowned, trying to think of alternatives.
"And I mean... I've got time, yeah?" Though even as he said it, it felt doubtful.
Finally, with a sigh, he sat back. "... maybe you're right. But... I don't know. The kissing just seems..." He frowned as he looked to his friend, then back. "I guess that's not as bad as more than that but I mean... I don't know if I'd want to do much without it being special. I guess that's what? Sentimental? Don't you feel like that, though, Poun--oh dear God," his voice cut off, eyes widening at the display of spread legs, black lace the only thing hiding him from what would be his first proper glimpse, the Jellicle Ball having too much emotion for him to consider being a peeper. His cheeks flushed even further with the comment about Munkustrap and he shifted a little. And Jesus, the idea of BDSM with them and--
He coughed a little bit.
"... is uh... is your mind conjuring a lot of... uh... lewd imagery?"
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Post by puck on May 21, 2010 22:55:00 GMT -5
"Oh fuck. I just remembered why I hate this game." Puck sat and thought for a bit. She hated coming up with dares.
"Oh!" She perked up, a good idea coming to her. "Plato, truth or dare?"
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Post by Plato on May 21, 2010 22:58:46 GMT -5
"Me?" Plato grinned, giving a thumbs up. "Babe, do you even need to ask? I'm allllllll about the dares." He grinned.
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Post by puck on May 21, 2010 23:09:33 GMT -5
Puck smirked, her tail flicking back and forth. Perfect.
"Well, Kit treated us to such a great show, I want to see another. I dare you to give a lap dance to...... Tugger. And it better be just as good as Kit's."
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Post by sirscootsalot on May 21, 2010 23:11:30 GMT -5
Pouncival didn't quite notice the peek at first, but then grinned slightly and looked to Tumblebrutus. "Yeah. Cool, huh?" Sitting up, he rubbed his paws together.
"But seriously, dude, you can't be picky. What if she gets really hot when she's drunk and goes after you because... she's drunk? Come ooon, it'd be awesoooome." He was pretty fixated on that... Kitrina didn't really interest him as much as she perhaps should. Besides, she was still wearing underwear, what was there to see? Just black lacy stuff... Okay maybe that wasn't the right way to think, but who cares?
"This has at least got to get you thinking of what the kittens might do if they get drunk, right? I mean, they wouldn't even have to know we were getting them, drunk, know what I'm saying?"
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Post by flashgordon on May 21, 2010 23:13:58 GMT -5
"Um... I... suppose." He still looked (and felt) uncomfortable, hesitating before taking the bottle of vodka and taking another swig. He would regret this tomorrow, but the keyword was tomorrow. He didn't know what she was talking about exactly, but he'd play along, at least. "I'd just not want to hurt anyone in a bad way, ever."
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Post by Plato on May 21, 2010 23:26:53 GMT -5
Plato paused.
Then blinked.
Then looked to Tugger, whose shoulders he was still embracing in a half-hug.
A few things came to mind:
FUCK YES!!!!
WHAT THE HELL?
ME GIVE SOMEONE ELSE A LAPDANCE?
DID MISTO WIN THE BET ALREADY?
HOW HILARIOUS COULD THIS BE?
"All right, all right. Can doooooo." And he rose to his feet, staggering a little bit before he listened to the music in the background, fairly comically shaking his hips as he pulled his tshirt base up and tucked it in the neckline almost like a girl's bra. "I'm ready, my mochachino latte."
He could barely refrain from laughing.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 21, 2010 23:30:38 GMT -5
Tugger himself was trying not to laugh. He disengaged himself from Bomba whispering to her "This should be worth as laugh."
"Mmm, that look suits you," he said to Plato and his fashion statement.
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Post by Tumblebrutus on May 21, 2010 23:32:30 GMT -5
"No, I don't get what you're saying. Why wouldn't they know--oh, OH! You can't be serious! Spiking their drinks? Pounce, seriously, that's... that's like too far. I'd rather stay unkissed than do that. I mean, picky or not picky, that's wrong." His ears flattened before he looked to the stir that was Plato, then groaned.
"Oh, fuck me, he's not--he is. Ugh."
A shake of his head was given. "And.. and seriously, not many of the kittens are that cute. I mean. I guess not many in general are. Cats, I mean. I mean, I don't think I'm that picky. Like, Jemima... she's... she's so beautiful. And Cassandra... but well.. yeah, she is out of my league. And I kinda think Puck's pretty. And--" he stalled a moment. Say anything else, or no? It wasn't like he exactly hid that he looked both ways, but well, since the puberty incident often Tumblebrutus avoided talking about the other sex, which was somewhat easy to do given the ridiculous crush on Jemima.
No. He wouldn't say anything. Not then.
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