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Post by Kitrina on May 17, 2010 18:00:44 GMT -5
"Okay! I dare you to make out with--WHAT?!"
Kitrina paused, face contorting in what almost seemed to be disgust. "Are you fucking kidding me? No. Of course not. UGH!"
Great. Now she had to THINK of something. And think of something juicily. Or was it juicy? It was something, at least.
"Fine. Out of all cats present here, who'd you most want to fuck?"
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 17, 2010 21:15:01 GMT -5
"GAH--AIR!!!!" Mistoffelees barely choked out before being released, wondering, again, how the HELL anyone could actually LIKE women. The bazambas were killing him!!!
Still~
This provided to be entertaining.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 17, 2010 21:33:07 GMT -5
Tugger nudged Plato. "Now, would you have worried about air in his place?" he asked.
"Of course," he added, more to Misto, "Some of us know how to appreciate boobs without choking. It's a skill from practice."
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Post by Plato on May 17, 2010 21:50:42 GMT -5
"Ohhhh," Plato murmured sagely for Tugger's first bit of advice before the second comment came and he snickered. "I'd gladly die and go to heaven maaany times over, after taking her to cloud nine a few times. God, the fags are always such lucky bastards. I swear to God it's almost tempting to hook up with a dude just to have the chicks come FLYING."
And, he couldn't help but laugh with Tugger taunting Mistoffelees a bit, joining in on it. "Indeed. Perhaps we should teach him. Bomba, I would be more than willing, for the sake of de-super-gayifying Sparklebutt, to allow you to embrace me in your generous bosom and prove that not many a cat would get smothered." A broad smirk came to his features then, eyes bidding, come hither.
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 17, 2010 21:55:55 GMT -5
Mistoffelees simply gave Tugger a look. "Oh, please--"
And then Plato joining in.
His eyes rolled. "What part of me being gay do you NOT understand?" And the second part. He twitched, not even so subtly. Degayify him? Plato hooking up with a dude for the sake of fucking chicks?
He twitched again, trying to stifle some anger and hurt, going himself straight for the scotch as he glared at the duo.
"Drink off for this bottle of scotch. The three of us. Same amount. If either of you two get trashed before me, you have to hook up with a tom of my choosing. If I get drunk first, I'll hook up with a queen of your choosing."
His eyes narrowed further. Let's see who'd win.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 18, 2010 0:32:51 GMT -5
"Oh, isn't he confident now," Tugger said, leaning forward. He never could resist a challenge. Especially one that came from Misto, and was so sordid.
"Despite the fact that I've already had a head start, I can still drink you two under the table. Even though there is not table. But one can be found and you put under it."
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Post by kamaria on May 18, 2010 4:39:17 GMT -5
Who to fuck, hypothetically? Not bad. She'd expected worse.
"Hmm. I think I'll have to go with the Bombshell. She's hot," she said with a grin.
"My turn to ask, then?" she asked, but then got distracted by the boys' conversation.
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Post by Plato on May 18, 2010 18:04:52 GMT -5
Plato laughed before he shook his head. "Then get the fuck over here, shortstack." He scooted to the side to allow the other to have space. "Bring the bottle, we'll let the others be the judge." And he cocked his head at Tugger. "Hey, if you outlast me, does that mean you're daring me to do some shit, or are we cool?" Compliment the man. Definitely.
And then, he heart music to his ears. Kamaria TOTALLY won him over.
"OH YES! YES! YES, YES, YES! THANK YOU, GOD, FOR ANSWERING ALL MY HOPES, DREAMS, ASPIRATIONS AND--" he paused. "... aspiration wasn't the right word, was it?" And his ears drooped. "... and not me?" Yet, they picked up once more as he gestured for Mistoffelees and the scotch. "Come on, Sparklebutt."
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 18, 2010 18:31:50 GMT -5
Mistoffelees offered a snort before he pulled himself up to where the others were sitting, wrinkling his nose at Plato, not particularly wanting to sit next to him. But Bombalurina was on Tugger's other side. He could sit on the other side of Bombalurina, but he wasn't particularly in the mood to see some groping, and he feared strangling Plato if he sat next to the son of a bitch. So, instead, he did the somewhat bastardly thing of sweetly leaning over Bombalurina.
"Excuse me, love," he chirped, then shifting her as he scooted in between Bomba and Tugger, ignoring the snuggled proximity. The cork of the bottle was pulled and he took the first drink, wincing at the bitter taste before passing it to Tugger.
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Post by bombalurina on May 18, 2010 22:21:10 GMT -5
Bombalurina allowed herself to soak in the conversation that was being held about her breasts, a silly smile on her face. She knew she nice ta-ta's. Everyone did. It was nice to hear it. At their wager, she burst out laughing. "Ooh boy. Either way this is not going to end well." She purred, interested in seeing the outcome of the bet.
After Kitrina's disgust at Kamaria's choice of truth, Bom quirked an eyebrow at Kammi's response. She liked to pretend like she wasn't surprise, and preened as if she'd known the answer all along. "Well come on. Who wouldn't." She joked, adjusting herself for good measure.
She inched over, irritated as Misto wormed his way inbetween her and Tugger. Oh, she'd make him pay for that. "Hang on, Tugs, you've got something on your shoulder," she lied, and leaned over Misto making sure she mooshed his face in her ample bosom, before pretending to brush imaginary dust off Tugger's shoulder. "Asshole." she muttered playfully in Misto's ear as she returned to her position, her revenge complete.
"Ask someone truth or dare, Kammi!" She announced, clapping her hands gleefully.
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Post by flashgordon on May 18, 2010 22:33:28 GMT -5
The noise finally sttracted the silver tabby. Well, that and Cassandra storming off in a huff. She tended to get aggitated easily, but when the loud noise accompanied it, he figured it was time to investigate.
And... um, well, it seemed that it was. If anything, he should have gotten there sooner to try and save their diginity.
...Whatever. They didn't care, and it was a lost cause. He thought this and rolled his eyes.
"What's going on here?" He asked grumpily, ears flat against his head, arms crossed over his chest. He didn't exactly frown on drinking, exactly, it was getting all drunk and loud he didn't care for... there were kittens around that needed sleep, after all. And he really, really felt pained to see them acting so stupid. But he'd never voice that, someone would find a way to mock him mercilessly over it. He didn't think it was such a pointless worry.
And he knew immedietly the sort of response he would get... no one would be happy to see him. Story of his life.
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 18, 2010 22:50:01 GMT -5
"GAH! AIIIIIR!" Mistoffelees choked, barely able to lift his face, eyes rolling at Bombalurina for not exactly the first time. FINALLY freed from her seemingly gigantic bosom, he looked to the new arrival.
Oh.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
THIS could get interesting.
"Aside from Bombalurina trying to smother me with her... pillows?"
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Post by puck on May 18, 2010 22:53:59 GMT -5
Puck was doing what she did best. Sitting and listening to everything going on around her. Oh, and drinking. Can't forget the drinking. Large groups were never her thing, but she enjoyed having company. Puck was so full of polar opposites she even confused herself sometimes.
She turned at the voice and studied the new comer. "Enter Mr Grump, stage left."
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 18, 2010 22:55:20 GMT -5
"Munky!" Tugger called, trying not to laugh at Bomba's revenge. Regardless of how the rest of the time went, he'd probably end up with her in his bed before morning.
"Come! Drink with us!" he told his brother.
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Post by Kitrina on May 18, 2010 23:09:00 GMT -5
Kitrina's head turned, eyes focusing on the grey tabby before she offered a little bit of a groan. "God, he's hot." A murmur that was a bit too honest as she rose to her feet, somewhat unsteadily at first, before she walked to the bag of liquor Mistoffelees brought. Rummaging through, the vodka seized, she again returned her gaze to the cat.
The Jellicles had seen sober Kitrina. Sober, often bitchy, tomboy Kitrina. Kitrina who wore black and grey men's undershirts with no bras, who wore torn jeans and sneakers or boots, who sometimes wore fishnet gloves. The Jellicles had seen the Kitrina who seemed to love nothing more than a good argument. One who would never be connected with sex appeal.
That was about to change.
Her rhythm shifted drastically, a memory moving her muscles. Her hips had a sultry sway, movement deliberate, no room for debate. The distance between Kitrina and Munkustrap decreased as she touched a hand to his chest, continuing to walk, pushing him back toward a car bumper. "Sit," she instructed, something firm as she made eye contact and uncorked the bottle of vodka, a drink taken herself before she pressed it to the other's lips. "And sip."
Her free hand toyed with the buttons on Munk's shirt, a loose playing, a few brushes with her fingers given, tail swishing.
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Post by flashgordon on May 18, 2010 23:18:16 GMT -5
Before he could respond to the others with such things as 'I take offense to that' or 'No, Tugger, I like to be coherent' he had to make a noise of surprise at Kitrina's advances. He didn't even have time to think of a response to her before he lost his balance and sat down heavily, bottle pressed to his lips. With his mouth partially open in surprise, he was forced to take a gulp, wincing slightly and trying to push the bottle away.
"Come on- what are you- what, I don't- what?" Words failed him as he managed to say 'what' too many times in one broken sentence. This definitely wasn't the welcome he expected on the way over - this was what happened to Tugger, not him. He was thoroughly unused to it, and just... um. Awkward. "What is this about? I don't- uh. I don't... uh..." Words melted away. He really didn't know how to respond to the drunken queen or the liquer, at all.
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Post by bombalurina on May 18, 2010 23:19:11 GMT -5
Bombalurina moaned at the arrival of Munk, thoroughly irritated by the grey tabby's appearance. "Oh fuck, WHY?!" she cried, burying her face in her hands. She and Munkustrap did not get along very well. Not at all. "We are drinking, Munkustrap, it's not illegal." She explained, hoping he wouldn't do pull some annoying 'leader' move and make them break it up.
And then she noticed Kitrina. Bom threw her hands up, emitting a loud "WOO!" Kitrina had obviously made her choice and this was about to get real interesting. The red queen noticed a change in Kit's body language. She's seemed sort of abrasive and decidedly un-sexy when Bom had first met her, and later sort of charming but a bit rough around the edges. But now? Now she was strutting with enough POW in every step that it made the Bombshell proud to see it.
"GO KIT!" She yelped, taking another sip from the nearest bottle. "GET SOME!".
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 18, 2010 23:21:18 GMT -5
Mistoffelees simply coughed, the car humming as the battery seemed to start up, music revving from the stereo. Dance music. Electronica. A bit too perfect.
Oh, sometimes he was REALLY good. MOre so, he decided as he took another sip and gave Munkustrap a small wave.
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Post by The Rum Tum Tugger on May 18, 2010 23:21:43 GMT -5
Tugger leaned over to Plato. "I think I just found a new hero," he said, nodding at Kit.
He snatched the bottle off Misto and took a swig.
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Post by Kitrina on May 18, 2010 23:35:28 GMT -5
"Shh. Relax," Kitrina said softly, setting down the bottle on the hood of the car, just in reach of the other, something to perhaps encourage him as the new music encouraged her. Amber. "Object of Your Desire."
I wanna be, I wanna be
the object of your desire
Let me be, let me be
the water that quenches your fire
I wanna be, I wanna be
the object of your desire
Let me be, let me be
the woman that takes you higher
She spread her legs just enough so she could somewhat stand over Munk before pulling close, hands gripping at his shoulders before sliding behind his back as she allowed herself to drop in his lap, the distance between them closed as she allowed her body to grind against him. Four buttons were successfully opened, and she took the moment to smooth a hand over the exposed bit of his chest before pulling up a leg so her foot braced on the hood of the car, somewhat standing over him, fingers tilting his chin up, face near crotch level for her jeans. Her other hand moved for the Vodka again as she pressed it to his lips, the hand holding his chin up dropping, just as she did before returning the bottle, again in his lap, twisting so her back was to him. Arms moved behind her head, hands sliding down his sides as she moved lower, rump grinding a bit harder against him, shoulders pressed to the front of his trousers, eyes having fallen shut.
Seduce me with your brown eyes,
expecting me to come
I'm yearning for your hands to touch
like a rose adores the sun
A hand lowered to undo the fly of her jeans, somewhat revealing black lace underneath. Surprises.
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Post by Plato on May 18, 2010 23:36:30 GMT -5
"Whaaat?" Plato shook his head, taking the bottle from Tugger in turn as he watched. "... I am so fucking confused, man."
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Post by flashgordon on May 18, 2010 23:47:16 GMT -5
"Bu- I- uh- Um..."
He really wished he knew what to do. He knew he should do his best to try and get away, somehow - he felt rather embarrassed, but at the same time, hardly noticed the others. It really wasn't a wonder why he didn't notice them. Actually, this wasn't so bad, but... this was in public! And she was drunk! It was wrong! Ugh.
But he couldn't really see a way to get away. Kitrina had already proven she could manhandle him. And he just... didn't know what to do... at all... Especially since he found himself watching, somewhat mesmorized. His throat still stung somewhat from the vodka; he was a lightweight, never cared too much to drink. Strange, strange things always happened in the past when he did, so he tried to avoid it. Now it seemed kind of inviting, to have an excuse but...
Oh dammit, Munk, shut up. Think straight. He scolded himself mentally, his paws staying firmly by his sides, unsure. He could feel heat on his cheeks from a blush underneath his fur, biting his lip slightly.
How awkward could this queen make him? And why him, anyway? Oh, god, he needed to get out of there. He didn't want to move either. Why did he even come over here? Still, he watched her, his expression somewhat blank, but intent.
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Post by bombalurina on May 18, 2010 23:54:48 GMT -5
Bombalurina's eyes widened as she watched Kit, well, give the lap dance of the millennium. For a brief and horrible second, Bom wondered what kind of practice she'd had, but she put that thought from her mind. Kit's past was not something they were focusing on anymore. It was all about right now. And what might end up coming to pass, if she kept gyrating like that. Bombalurina couldn't keep a smile off of her face - her cheeks hurt from the grin that was plastered there. Seeing Munk so uncomfortable, but intrigued, it was absolutely delicious. And seeing Kit open up, even in a blatantly sexual way? That was just gravy.
"Daaaamn girl!" Bom catcalled from the "audience". Everlasting Cat, she was glad she'd dared Kit to do this.
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Post by Kitrina on May 18, 2010 23:56:59 GMT -5
Kitrina twisted around to face him, still low as she worked his knees apart, somewhat sliding in between them and up, chin just ghosting over the crotch of his pants as she climbed up once more, straddling him with an ease. Moves she hadn't done in so long. Memories. Sweet memories.
Memories of her 'training' getting erased by something with more pleasure. More immediate. Memories of Chris giving her instructions, of the way she performed for the others in the crew--gone by that point. The dare Bombalurina gave her? Gone. Everyone else watching? Background, really. What mattered was in front of her. This tom that could be so dislikable yet she found a bit too appealing, maybe more so when they'd argue, which happened so frequently. Now, what mattered, was pleasing him. Or trying to.
Her jeans slid lower, more lace exposed, arms wrapping around his shoulders as she pressed close. "Penny for your thoughts," she teased by his ear, nipping it slightly.
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Post by flashgordon on May 19, 2010 0:06:23 GMT -5
A little groan was given before he could stop himself, ear flicking slightly against her face. He looked even more embarrassed immedietly, because that gave away to anyone watching that he was actually enjoying it. More than he felt he should be, because he was sorely aware that his pants felt too tight. He hated that, despite how he thought, he really was just another tom in the end.
"Kit, I don't know if this is a good idea." He said in a low voice, turning his head to try and look her in the eyes. She was drunk. This wasn't right. Not at all. She wouldn't usually do this. Would she? He didn't think so, not from what he had seen. Which is perhaps why this startled him. Even so, his arms finally lifted to circle her waist, a sigh given.
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Post by kamaria on May 19, 2010 7:28:39 GMT -5
"Alright, Puck, truth or dare!" Kamaria exclaimed with a grin to the other queen. She laughed at Plato's reaction, but made no comment. Then... Hello. Munkustrap? Oh boy. And then Kitrina went straight for him, and started lapdancing. And doing it extremely well. And Munkustrap appeared to enjoy it. Well, fuck. Kamaria closed in on herself a little, a lot of her good mood gone.
"I can't possibly compete with that," she muttered, looking away.
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Post by Kitrina on May 19, 2010 7:51:19 GMT -5
Bomba's words, and that sound Munk uttered were enough to keep her going as her eyes closed and a smile came to her face, somewhat pressed against his ear--clearly pleased with herself. She almost didn't process the second part, his hesitancy, but the words were there. A half-trigger of something, some sort of memory, but she couldn't place what it was exactly. That meant she needed either another drink, Munk needed one, or she was wearing too many layers of clothing.
Because clearly, all three were the answer.
Careful to keep his arms around her, she lifted up high enough on her knees to rotate her hips, allowing the denim to slide down before bending one knee, and then the other, she was able to kick off her shoes and the offending fabric. The long fur on her tail brushed the back of her thighs, lace cheekies snug as she settled back down against their oh-so-boring-leader.
The vodka bottle was snatched, lifted to his lips again.
"You think too much."
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Post by Mistoffelees on May 19, 2010 7:57:02 GMT -5
And, Mistoffelees leaned in, more toward Tugger, partly Plato, as he somewhat agreed with Tugger.
"She'd be even more my hero if she got him naked. Your brother's hot as fuck."
A smirk. Plus two for the black cat as he grabbed another swig.
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Post by flashgordon on May 19, 2010 13:06:08 GMT -5
Once again, more of the drink was taken; he made a slight face as it went down. He was starting to feel light-headed, and he wasn't sure what it was doing it.
Blinking harshly, he looked back up at her, his paws just shy of resting on her bottom now, though he didn't seem to be quite aware of that yet. He gave her a slightly confused look, perhaps a little dazed. "Still not a good idea." He said softly, his nagging voice of reason soundng further away.
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Post by Kitrina on May 19, 2010 16:23:40 GMT -5
"Still thinking too hard," Kitrina uttered, the smirk playing on her lips as she nuzzled the crook of his neck with her face. "Don't you ever lighten up? You'd be so much more enjoyable if you had a personality that matched your looks."
Wait, what? Something in the back of her mind said there was something that was a bad idea. Unfortunately, at the moment, she didn't know what that something was. And maybe it would have been better if she kept her mouth shut, but she was always a talker.
"Do you even look at yourself?" Fingers moved before her, working the last buttons of his shirt open. "You're way hotter than Tugger. Girls, and probably guys, fawn over you but you don't seem to care, or like attention." Maybe there was a bit of a harder ground downward in his lap, a moan offered subconsciously. "But you like this sort of attention... yes?"
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