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6/23/2016 5:45:29 PM
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"Well, we don't have much for beer, but we have some hotdogs..."
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"Hotdogs are great too! And as long as you're there, I don't mind.." He said, showing a toothy grin.
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"I'll show you how good a cook I am!" She giggles, going down the stairs.
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He swiftly gets off the chair, and looks at his empty suit of amour for a bit; it was only half a suit, the front missing, almost as if it folded and shifted so that he could step out. Then, he moves down the stairs.
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Mir'ika goes outside and prepares the barbecue, making some hotdogs.
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He starts taking his shirt off, throwing it over his right shoulder once it's off. Because alcohol. Yeah. His chest was muscular and shaven and stuff, like his arms and dem abz tho. I'm bad at describing, yes? "That's better... My guns no longer are restrained... Fresh air... Well, as fresh as the air can get in a place that's completely indoors."
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Well, she was basically naked too already, so no worries lol. For a woman, she was quite muscular. A six pack, muscular biceps and legs, very wide hips. Most men would kill for that. Especially since she can cook, too.
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/23/2016 6:43:27 PMWell, considering that I could literally see every single curve and protruding thing on her body... He might as well strip to his underwear. Or get naked entirely, HMM? He won't though. Yet. Hue. He goes a little sneaky sneaky, and gets behind Miri, looking over her shoulder while his left hand grabs a handful of dat ass. I feel like I shouldn't have done that. Redneck dad Pls no. "You're perfect, for me... Great body, a cook, great personality, into battle suits..." He gently whispers before letting go of her behind, and turning on his heel, walking two steps away, and taking a quick look around, kinda embarrassed and regretful about what he just so suddenly did.
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"Whoa there, cowboy, getting a little comfortable, are we?" She says, as he grabs her ample bottom. It was a bit weird, but she wasn't awkward about it. "This body ain't yours yet, pretty boy. Soon though... if you keep it up..." She grins.
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"Yeah, sorry, alcohol and stuff.. I'm a bad drunk. Well, not bad but more awkward. I guess that's bad.. I'm q bad drunk." [i]Is it too late to, like, run very far away? Because goddamn was that awkward. Was it even awkward? Am I the only one that found that awfully awkward? Probably. Fück. Ehhh.. She's faster than me. And those weapons... Why am I even thinking of this?! Bad. Me. VERY BAD. I mean, I'm not gonna let that ruin it.. But... Njeh.. Eh... Keep your cool, me. Keep your cool. KEEP IT. [/i]
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"Relax! You look like a schoolboy at his first recital!" She giggles. "Settle down... grab a beer, relax. It's almost ready."
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"Yeah, I have never gotten this far with just about anyone so give me a break.. Oh dear, just shooting bugs is so much easier.. Beer? Get me more drunk and awkward? Eh.. That might not end well, actually.."
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"You need to calm down, handsome. It'll be alright."
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The man takes a very deep breath, and asks, "Where's the beer? I need one right about now." [spoiler]Closet alcoholic ftw. [/spoiler]
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There's a mini fridge in the warehouse. Look in there."
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"Is there a.. anymore.. what's the name.. Kroot ale? Because that stuff kicks like a mule. I like it."
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"There's still some left in the bottle. But you don't want to much of that. Drinking the whole bottle [i]will[/i] kill you."
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"It wouldn't be the whole bottle though because you had two glasses... And if that doesn't count, how much should I [i]not[/i] drink?"
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"If you split the bottle between you and me, we should be fine." She smiles. With the hotdogs finished, she prepares them, two for each of them, and places them on the table.
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[spoiler]How big is this bottle even? [/spoiler] "I'll share; I'm not that selfish." Lucas smiles, and swiftly makes his way back inside the warehouse, swiftly returning to the stairs with a jog, and quite literally running up them. Once upstairs, he swiftly grabs the bottle, and quickly making his way down the stairs, more or less skipping a step every... step he takes. [spoiler]I'm still expecting redneck shotgun dad outta nowhere. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]nah. He's out into town.[/spoiler] She lets him put whatever toppings he wants on his hotdogs, and she grabs her glass of Ale. "Well then, let's eat up, shall we?"
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For convenience, and to prevent awkwardness, he took his glass with him - and it was filled with Ale. He had his hotdogs without any toppings, because... alcohol. "Let's eat! And toast, to... the beginning of out dating!" He chuckles, and raises his glass for a taste.
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She raises her glass to meet his. "To dating. And to my future boyfriend!" She giggles.
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"To my future girlfriend!" He chuckles, setting the glass again his lips again, and downing the Ale in a single go. Then he sets the glass down, and smiles at Miri.
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She does the same, downing her drink and smiling at him. She grabs her first hotdog and eats it.
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He wobbles a little, the alcohol really kicking in now. He takes one of the hotdogs, and moves it to his mouth, missing it, and poking his cheek with it. "Wha? Oh..." He giggles and successfully eats it.
