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, the glories of a post-apocalyptic world. Nary a schedule to be kept.

( So light hearted! But seriously, her world is a clusterfuck. ) Milkshakes are perfect for dinner, correct?

[lazyinlove]

Yeah.

(You know, that used to be his dream come true. But like most things, it's better in theory than in practice. Whether Jules assumes that affirmation is about schedules and the lack thereof or a milkshake seems to be open to interpretation. There's a busty waitress in a low cut top coming from the bar area, and she seems to have Stanley's full attention at the moment.)

[affections]

( Excuse you, Stan. Jules quirks an eyebrow, then glances over her shoulder, beaming at the waitress and shooting Stan a knowing looking. )

Ah.

( And here she is, asking if they want anything to drink - Jules is opting for dangerous amount of coffee, for now, and shoots Stan an innocent look. )

Beverage, Mr. Lucerne?

[lazyinlove]

What? ...Yeah. Yeah, same thing.

(Whatever that is. It's kinda hard to care at the moment. Jules doesn't get so much as a glance until the waitress is out of sight again. Then, he reaches for the napkin and starts to fold it. If he doesn't look at her she can't give him a look, right?)