Hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss

[affections]

Date & Time: various.
Location: various.
Characters: Jules & whatever poor soul she inflicts herself on. Lisbeth, Stanley, Pepper, Vanadi & Jim, more to be added through the next couple of weeks.
Summary: EVERYTHING and just trying to avoid spamming the log comm tbh
Warnings: Jules. Morning after glow, possible discussion of people eating and death. (Not... in the same thread. I hope...)
Note: Prose or action are totally cool with me, answer with whatever you prefer noble threaders. Thread starters will be added in the comments.

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[affections]

Oh, without a doubt. Your chivalry shall be met sevenfold, good lady.

( And the most dramatic of sighs. ) You have no idea. My life is fraught with stress and strain, Lisbeth.

( She's so full of shit. Okay, yes she is smirking as well, as she waves her arm over the bubbles, as if she were a king surveying her kingdom. )

How about you? You're welcome to join me.

[hejhej]

[Lisbeth snorts, the corner of her mouth lifting as she smirks. And without another word, Lisbeth slips her shirt above her head and throws it onto the bathroom floor. Her pants soon join them and, clenching her cigarette tightly between her teeth, she grabs the edge of the tub. Lisbeth lowers herself into the water opposite Jules.]

[affections]

( It's so great when people just accept her ridiculous suggestions. Jules positively beams, shifting a little so there's more room for Lisbeth, before making a little sound and leaning down to grab her bottle of vodka that was hanging out under her pile of towels and clothes, pulling off the cap and handing it over. )

Here's to bubbles.

[hejhej]

[Oh there's even alcohol. This was going to be a great bath. Lisbeth takes her cigarette from her lips and grabs the bottle.]

And to dry cigarettes.

[She takes a large swig before handing the bottle back.]

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( Jules Grumley is nothing if not a lady of indulgence and great planning ability. )

You are indeed the very finest of orators.

( A little dip of her head, an unspoken thank you, good lady, before she takes the bottle and tips it back. ) You know, it'd be really great if we had a bigger bathtub. We could have a party in here.