Gather 'round people, wherever you roam

[hellosailor]

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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[hellosailor]

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.]

[irritating]

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? ]

[hellosailor]

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.]

[irritating]

[ 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?

[hellosailor]

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.]

[irritating]

[ 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. ]