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Gather 'round people, wherever you roam

Date & Time: Mid December onward
Location: New Exsilium
Characters: Victor Sullivan and YOU
Summary: Catching up, Christmas stuff, hanging around, whatever
Warnings: none at the moment.

A. Near His Shitty Ice-Shack

[Home sweet home it was not. Sully set up base near the shores of the Thames, in an abandoned little shack probably originally set up for ice-fishing. Over time he's managed to snag some creature comforts for it, starting with a generator and a heater and working his way up.

Strangers may find him hauling furniture or wood, trying to build an outhouse, or just walking to and from, either from an excursion to the nearest town or a trip to transporter. A friendly stranger might offer to help. A less friendly stranger might laugh their asses off as he tries to dig through the packed snow.]

B. In Town

Well, that could have gone better.

[Pawn shops were never where the big money was, but he didn't have a lot of options. With barely any cash to his name and a variety of sundry goods for trade it was that or nothing. It wasn't like he had any contact here, not a fence to be found.

Still, he was hoping for a little better than this. A lifetime of figuring out exchange rates meant that he knew exactly how little he'd really gotten out of the bargain. Certainly not a fortune. But hell, a bird in the hand. Which meant that he was ready to hit the town.

Blending in with the locals might not be too hard. If someone didn't spot him first.]

C. Other??

[Whatever suits your fancy!]

((OOC- If we've discussed doing something special before, you can either throw up a starter or let me know if you want me to make one!))

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Me? Well, I've fleeced more'n a few marks with a dartboard in my life. I dare say I can hold my own.

[Darts was one of those time-honored ways to blow time in the military and beyond. He'd been perfecting it since he was a drunken teenager. By now the little feathered shafts were like old friends.

Oh. Hello. He grins wickedly at the touch, doesn't do the slightest thing to disturb it. He liked this girl.]

Sounds like a plan I can get behind. Bartender?

[He gets the guy's attention and then points towards the dart board against the far wall.] Another couple for me and the lady, alright?

[With that he drops off his stool, takes the chance to rest his hand low on her back as he stands next to her.]

Ladies first.

Yeah? Show me, then.

[ That grin doesn't go unnoticed. It's a good reaction to get, and all she can do is match his expression with one of her own. She watches him as he talks to the bartender and slides off his stool, and makes a soft hum to indicate she likes the hand on her back when it rests there.

'Ladies first' gets another amused expression from her, and it prompts her to take him up on that too. It takes her a second to compose herself enough to move without showing that standing up after drinking so much sitting down kind of made the alcohol quite suddenly went to her head, but before long she's got herself a handful of darts and she's ready to go. ]

Betcha first one's a bullseye.

[ Bets typically involve the other person saying something, but Apollo doesn't seem to be serious about it since she's throwing the first one without waiting for an answer and - well, look at that, the dart sure is stuck right in the red in the middle. ] Ah! See? [ Not that she doubted herself in the first place, but it certainly amuses her nonetheless. ]

[And that's what he was hoping for. He lets his hand slide off her back when she heads off, takes the time to stare at her ass. He noticed the pause, so apparently she wasn't completely immune to the hard alcohol this place was slinging.

He trails after her, and grabs the other set of darts, twisting one between his fingers. Flashy. Some of the feathers were a little bent and he's pretty sure the balance is skewed, but the gentle twisting between his thumb and forefinger give him idea of how.

He grinned at her cock-sure attitude and gestured for her to go on. Not like she was waiting, anyway. And there she goes.]

Lucky shot!

[He slid into position in front of the board- a strange looking contraption, different rings and wedges than he was used to, and took a careful draw back before letting it fly. When it stuck firmly in the outer-bullseye he tried not to wince too-dramatically. He didn't want to give himself away.]

Damn!

[ She can't not laugh at that comment. Lucky? Please. ]

Luck's got nothin' to do with it, sugar.

[ Well, maybe it has a little bit to do with it, but that's all. Apollo knows she's too good of an aim not to be excellent at shit like this, and that cock-sure attitude Sully's already noticed is definitely another thing preventing her from admitting to any possible luck that may have happened.

Instead, she watches how he throws with that curious, amused look of hers firmly in place, then laughs good naturedly when he curses. ]

Aw, almost there! [ She purposely steps a little closer to him for her next throw - that once again lands squarely in the center. Well, her amusement isn't going away anytime soon. ] But you better hurry before there's no room on the bullseye left for you at all, yeah?

Hey now, you're a thief. You know as well as I do luck's always got something to do with it.

[He lets her sidle up close, tilts his head to watch her throw. Side effect is that his face is even closer to hers.]

Aw, don't be like that. I think I just need the stakes to be a little higher. How about this [He held up his next dart, turning the thing around in his fingers deftly], I get this bad boy in the center, you give me a kiss. Sound like a bet darlin?

[Of course, a bet had two sides, but it was up to her to decide what happened if he lost.]

Hey, maybe I'm just so good I don't even need luck.

[ Apollo knows he's right though, so she doesn't sound too serious about that. Hell, dumb luck is basically her best friend at this point in her life, whether she even realizes it or not.

The bet he puts forward intrigues her, which shines through in that devious smile of hers she so often wears. She takes the time to work at her drink a bit more before she voices her answer, even though she's decided on that the second the suggestion's come out of Sully's mouth. ]

Mmhm, sure fuckin' does.

[ She hasn't decided on what happens if he loses yet, but she'll make up her mind later if it comes to that. Not that that was entirely fair, but she figures she can get away with, since they'll likely be doing something he might enjoy either way. ]

God, remind me not to follow you under any ladders girl.

[He says it with a grin though, clearly not serious. He'd follow damn near any woman under a ladder if she looked good enough. Admittedly an attitude like that had gotten him in a fair amount of trouble throughout his life.]

Well then, it's a deal.

[He weighs the pros and cons in his mind. He could throw the bet, push it a little and get a better payoff. She hadn't said what she'd do if he lost, which could be a good thing. Or a bad thing. Then again, he didn't really need to push it. She was clearly on-board.

Nah.]

Here we go- [And with that he let it fly. And fly it did, nestling itself expertly between the two darts already there. The lower one jostled enough to unstick itself.

He turned towards her, fake-sheepish.] Guess I got lucky.

[ And look at that, she doesn't have to think of something after all. Which is just as well, since she's curious and attracted enough to like the terms he's set forth already.

What's left of her drink and her darts are set down on whatever surface is closest to her right now so she can have both of hands free when she moves into his personal space again, tall enough to just about be eye level with him. She presses her fingertips to the center of his chest, flashes him a grin, and a playful, entertained sort of look. ]

Yeah, guess you did.

[ Then her fingers are curling so she can grip on the fabric of his shirt, intending to tug him closer even though she's moving in on her own accord anyway. With her head tilted just right and the fingers of her other hand coming to rest against the side of his neck, Apollo leans forward and presses her lips to his. It's too early for her to be rough with him, she knows that, but that doesn't mean she's necessarily going to be soft as she kisses him either - there's a certain firmness that comes with where she's keeping her hands and how those slightly parted lips of hers move against him. There's no hesitation, she knows what she's doing, and she'll let him react however he wants to. ]

[He watches her set down the darts with a grin, but doesn't bother to set down his own. And he doesn't move when she puts her fingers on him, a surprisingly firm touch that his undershirt did nothing to disguise.

When she grabs him and pulls, he lets her move him, the slightest amount. There was something decidedly nice about not having to bend to reach her, an ease that he's not used to- not many women could match his height- and it makes him grin against her lips.

But other than that he's not doing much else- no hands go wandering, and he doesn't do anything but return the exact same amount of pressure, tilt his own face to meet hers a little more evenly. He doesn't even take advantage of the slightly parted lips. Far as he was concerned, she was in charge. After all, he won the kiss.

And it was definitely worth it. She wasn't timid at all. A promise of things to come, he assumed.]

[ Apollo is always interested to see how a man reacts to having her in his space and kissing him, and very quickly she decides that she likes Sully's reaction. She wouldn't have minded any wandering hands if he had decided to explore a bit, but she can appreciate his decision not to all the same. It tells her that he thinks she's in charge, and well, that's exactly the kind of thing she loves.

So she lingers a bit longer for him, her teeth very briefly and lightly brushing against his bottom lip for a moment in there, before she tilts her head up enough to separate their mouths. But she doesn't quite remove herself yet. Her hands stay where they are, and her lips are still so close to him that the warmth of her breath comes out right against the skin of his cheek when she asks, ]

That good enough, sugar?

[ Even though she knows it absolutely is. ]

[The scrape of teeth makes him exhale hard through his nose. Look, he could play at being stone all day, but he was just a man. And she certainly knew what she was doing.

He doesn't argue when she stays in his space, either, now that the kiss is officially over he does let his hands wander a bit, the one without darts loops around to rest comfortably above her hip]

Well [He tilts his head and makes a thoughtful face] I won't say I'm disappointed, but I do get the feeling you can do better.

[Then he shrugs, letting the grin come back] 'Course, getting arrested for public indecency would put a hamper on our plans a bit.

[ She pulls her head back a bit so she can study his face better when he answers and she releases his shirt from the grip of her fingers, but other than that she's staying right where she is a while longer, fingertips curiously trailing down his chest a few inches. ]

I can do much better.

[ The mention of public indecency makes her laugh, short but amused all the same. ]

Aw, does that mean we aren't gonna fuck on the pool table?

[ She's kidding. Mostly. Public indecency isn't technically new to her, but even she realizes that's uh, a bit too far. ]

[The smile doesn't leave, even when her fingers trail lower, pushing the edges of his dog-tags into his skin. Familiar.]

Hey now, what do you take me for? That's not first date behavior. More like second.

[He smiles through the joke, lazily circling his thumb over her hip, in a smooth, easy motion. He liked her. She was fun. Easy. Not that kind of easy (although, frankly, yes that kind of easy too), but low maintenance. Not that he didn't enjoy the hunt, sometimes it was just nice to be on the same page.]

You know, you keep this up and I'm not sure I'll manage to get another drink in me.

[ She recognizes the shape of dog tags underneath his shirt, which is a bit curious considering he'd told her he'd left the navy, but she makes no mention of it. ]

Right; gotta be somewhere nicer for it to be first date behaviour, yeah?

[ As if she even did proper dates. Still though - she is indeed easy in that way and others, but she's entirely alright being like that. She likes to have fun, only occasionally likes the hunt, and nearly always likes to have someone on the same page; so she's perfectly happy with having Sully as her companion for the evening. ]

That so? [ She's just about purring when she asks that, liking what he's saying and what his hand is doing. ] How 'bout if you just downed it in one go before we left, think you'd fit it in then?

That's right. I'm not a cheap date.

[He hmm'd, looking up and away, all thoughtful again.]

I suppose I might be able to make that happen. With the proper motivation, that is.

[As he said it he let his hand wander a little further back, a little further south. He didn't quite waggle his eyebrows, but it was a near thing. Another dare. Not like he needed any extra motivation, with her skin warm through her clothes and her fingers lingering on his chest. Still, it was a fun game.]

Proper motivation, hm?

[ With the way his hand is moving, it isn't hard to guess what kind of motivation he might like, but for the moment she feels like being coy. The act isn't very convincing though, not with the way she shifts the manner in which she's standing in response to the touch, subtly encouraging him to go on as she cozies right up to him. ]

Like what?

[ She's asking, yet she isn't waiting for an answer before her lips are at his cheek, her breath warm against his ear as her own hand slides lower on him as well, slowing down only once she gets to his pants. Her head dips a little lower, her nails run lightly - incredibly lightly - down the length of the zipper she finds, then back up again until all she's doing it tapping a nail against the button and smiling into his neck. ]

It's too bad I can't get these off until we leave, isn't it?

[ In other words: there, is that motivation enough? ]

Oh, I dunno...

[He's not shy in fitting his fingers around the curve of her ass, letting his hand rest as a comfortable weight. It's not exactly subtle, and even a few of the relatively self-absorbed customers notice.]

Hello- [He laughs a little at her wandering hands, then hums, pleased at the slow-slide. He's lucky he's not a younger man. More prone to embarrassing mis-steps. So he stays cool, even when her thumb is on his button and her breath on his neck.]

See, I knew you'd catch on.

[With that he gives her butt a little pat and steps back, abrupt. Tosses the spare dart at the board, where it sticks. The drink he'd ordered is waiting for him, and he smiles at her over the lip of it as he downs it, a smooth, liquid motion.]

[ If she had taken notice of the few other customers looking their way she probably would have laughed and somehow made it worse for them, but she's a little too absorbed with Sully to realize.

She does breathe out an amused noise when he tells her she's on the right track, though. And for a brief couple of seconds she looks a little disappointed at how abruptly he pulls away - but the expression is short lived, and quickly replaced with one that is much more entertained as she watches him down his drink. ]

Good, now c'mon. [ Once she's close enough, she extends a hand and hooks her fingers under the waist of his pants so she can try to tug him forward with her. ] Let's find someplace nicer an' have a different kinda fun, yeah?

That [He smiled, lets her lead him by the waist] sounds like a fantastic idea.

[He doesn't resist much, but he does have some trouble maneuvering for his wallet. He doubted the bar tender was going to let them escape without paying. Luckily he was flush for the moment, so he isn't bothered when he drops a stack of bills on the nearest table.]

Keep the change! [He has a little trouble getting the words out, trying not to laugh.]

[ Oh good, she had been hoping he'd pay for them. Not that she couldn't do it herself, but having a man pay for shit instead of letting her do it is always a good sign. Just for badness, she's purposely handsy with him while he tries to get his wallet out; the fingers of her other hand find a belt loop to snag themselves into, and she briefly buries her face into his neck so she can brush her open mouth against the side of throat again, purring softly in the few seconds she's there.

If the bartender hadn't already figured out what they were up to earlier, well, he sure as shit did now.

Not bothering to stop her own laughter, Apollo keeps her hands at his waist as she all but drags him to, and ultimately out, the door, a devious smile on her face the entire time. ]

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