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Post by Kino Makoto on Apr 16, 2009 17:13:24 GMT -5
Since we seem to have hit another pause in our regular RP, I am here to bring you some crack-filled RP goodness.
This is not going to be based on anything that’s happened or will happen in the CR storyline. We’re just going to have some fun with our charries.
There are no “turns” in here. If someone says/asks something specifically to your charrie, answer them! This is meant to be fun and there is no being ‘left behind’. Post when you want, as often as you want.
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Surprisingly, Makoto was the first one to arrive at the bar. Most everyone had been able to break away from whatever they’d been busy with to come out for some much needed ‘reconnection’ with old friends.
She made her way to an empty spot at the bar and signaled the obviously bored bartender over. “Whiskey sour, please”.
While she waited for the man to fill her order, she turned her back to the bar and took a look around. The place wasn’t all that busy yet; A few people tucked in at booths, some at tables, a couple seated at the bar. Several televisions were scattered throughout the place, a different sporting event playing on each one. A lonely jukebox sat near the entrance, begging to be played. There was a small empty stage across the room, opposite of the bar. The band wasn’t scheduled to play until much later in the evening, so for now the teeny dance floor remained empty as well. Hopefully that would change once the band got rolling.
The bartender set her drink upon the bar behind her without so much as a word and turned back to staring mindlessly at a sports report on one of the televisions. The only thing that clued her in to knowing her drink was ready was the “thunk” the glass made as the man set it down. She turned and grabbed the drink, muttering a bland “thank you” and turned back to stare at the mostly empty place. As she took her first sip of the evening, she wondered just how long it would be before everyone else arrived.
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Apr 17, 2009 0:35:19 GMT -5
Mamoru always had impeccable timing and so it irked him just a little that he was running later then he had intended. He had meant to be the first one to arrive, but when he had walked through the doors the first person he had spotted was one of the very people he had intended to meet today.
He shrugged after a moment, it didn’t really matter. Besides, it was only Makoto ... if it had been Usagi or Minako, well that would have been an entirely different matter. He associated lateness with them and so it would have been shocking to his very system to somehow come in later then they had. Luckily he didn’t have to deal with that, nor did he have to deal with being later then the majority of the group ... after all it was only Makoto that had arrived.
Mamoru made his way over to the bar, caught the bartender’s attention, and muttered, “Bourbon on the Rocks.” He then turned his attention over to Makoto and added, “Nice evening for a get together ...”
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Post by Kino Makoto on Apr 17, 2009 11:11:19 GMT -5
It wasn’t long after she’d started on her first drink that Mamoru had walked in the door. He was at the bar within seconds and had placed his order as well. She smiled and nodded at Mamoru’s greeting. “Yeah, should be a good time.” Then muttered under her breath, “If everyone else would just learn to get here on time…”
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Apr 17, 2009 16:13:39 GMT -5
The bartender set his drink down in front of him and Mamoru gave him a nod of thanks before returning his attention to his companion. “Usagi has rarely ever been on time and Minako wasn’t much better in her youth was she? Rei and Ami ... they’ll show whenever they are ready to do so.”
He took a sip of his drink before shrugging nonchalantly and saying, “They’ll be along eventually, can’t imagine why they wouldn’t be. After all, do you really think that they would just stand us up without giving us any warning at all ... unless of course something has happened to them.”
Mamoru paused thoughtfully before adding, “If they don’t show up soon, you could always shock them a bit when they do arrive. That would teach them not to arrange meetings and then to show up late.”
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Post by Neo Queen Serenity on Apr 17, 2009 17:31:11 GMT -5
(OOC: Because this is crack, and my mind works in mysterious ways that have to include some sort of setting, and this has nothing to do with CR developments, I'm making it so that Usagi is still an intern. Because I can. Natch! ;D )
She was running late. Not that unusual, really. Usagi wasn't worried about it; she had only decided to come at the last minute, and everyone was used to her being late, as it was. They wouldn't expect her to be on time, anyway. Why surprise them?
Usagi was looking forward to a night out. She had been in a flurry of discussions and paperwork, and being called up at random times to get coffee. Why was it that an intern was always tasked with getting coffee? Even if she was there for other reasons, even with the respect of Kawashima-san for what she brought to the table-- still. She found herself running out to Starbucks at the oddest times. Why didn't they have delivery?!
She had almost been out to her car in the Parking Garage of Doom when she got paged to get coffee! Another mad dash down the street and back! And she even spilled on her blouse, too. Ah, well, all the better to change into a mini-dress and platforms for a night out!
Breezing through the doors, she was surprised to see that only Makoto and Mamoru had arrived. Perhaps she wasn't as late as she thought... Deciding not to clue them into her presence yet, she weaved her way through to the jukebox, plugging in a few coins and choosing a top 40 hit. It was better than watching some stupid football match on TV!
"Hey!" Usagi beamed, plunking down in a seat next to Mamoru. "Sorry I'm late. We had those asylum sponsorship papers due for the refuges, and then he wanted Starbucks-- again! And God, that immigration committee just went on and on and on... Oy!" She waved over the bartender with a bright smile. "How are you tonight? Having fun working? I'll have sex on the beach," she ordered gregariously.
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Post by Kino Makoto on Apr 17, 2009 17:55:43 GMT -5
Makoto smiled and nodded to Mamoru. “This is true. Sometimes I wonder about those girls. They’ll be late to their own funeral.”
She gave a light chuckle. “Mamoru-san, I certainly don’t think we’re going to be stood up. We’re just the early birds.” She decided not to dwell on the thought of something happening to their friends and quickly moved on.
“Shock them? What am I supposed to do? Take my top off and dance on the bar?” She laughed and took another drink from her glass. It was then that realization hit her. “Oh god… You didn’t mean that kind of shock, did you?” She looked down at the ground in embarrassment and took a few more sips of her drink.
Fortunately it wasn’t much longer after that when Usagi came bounding over and ordered a ‘sex on the beach.’ Rather than sticking her foot deeper into her mouth she just smiled and gave a half-hearted wave and continued her search for the bottom of her glass.
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Apr 18, 2009 0:35:36 GMT -5
Mamoru grinned lightly when Makoto responded to his words with a chuckle. His amusement however was quickly floored when she followed up his next comment with the suggestion that she dance on the bar topless. He rose an eyebrow in surprise and just stared at her for a few moments in shock since he wasn’t able to prevent an image of her doing just that from flittering across his mind.
He shook his head violently to rid himself of the image, took a large gulp of his drink, and stuttered out, “Uh ... no I meant the electrical kind of shocking them, but that probably would do the trick. They certainly wouldn’t be expecting you to do something like that.”
Thankfully he was saved from saying anything else when Usagi plunked herself down next to him and started babbling about why she had been late. This was a much safer topic, a topic that wouldn’t get him into trouble or get his mind to come up with unsettling images. “Good evening Usako, you aren’t that late considering not everyone has arrived and we haven’t been here for very long ourselves.”
He lifted his glass once more to take a sip of his drink while he continued to silently admire his lovely fiancé while she gave the bartender her bright smile and struck up her usual friendly chatter. Mamoru nearly choked on his drink when he heard her say that she’d have sex on the beach, the liquid burning his throat as he took in a much larger gulp then he had intended and started coughing and gasping for breath.
Yes, logically he knew that Usagi was ordering a drink ... but that didn’t stop his mind from overloading with the images that the innocent words had conjured. Just what the hell was wrong with his brain tonight? Couldn’t he even come to a bar and hang out with Usagi and her friends without suffering through thoughts of this kind? Well, truthfully he wasn’t really suffering because of those last images, not unpleasantly so at any rate. Mamoru enjoyed them quite a lot actually, the proof of which he made certain to keep hidden from all prying eyes.
He forced himself to relax before his dilemma was discovered by thinking of the most inane thing he could come up with. Once he could breath properly again he gave his companions a wry grin and muttered with as much dignity as he could, “Sorry ... just swallowed a bit too much there, no need to worry.”
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Post by Neo Queen Serenity on Apr 18, 2009 0:50:27 GMT -5
Usagi's eyes widened, and she patted Mamoru on the back, wondering what was wrong. All she did was order a drink! Even the bartender seemed a bit wide-eyed over it all... sheesh! Didn't they know how to serve up a Sex on the Beach in this place? It was a fairly common drink!
"Are you okay, Mamo-chan?" she asked in concern, glancing at the waiting staff innocently. She gave a half-hearted wave back to Makoto, wondering why they all seemed so involved with their drinks.
"Tough day, or something? You know, it's a good thing that I didn't ask for the Ultimate Fuck or an Orgasm or a Slow, Comfortable Screw Against the Wall, because they don't seem to be able to give me good Sex on the Beach!" Usagi said, keeping her voice low so that only Makoto and Mamoru could hear. "I mean, did you see the look he gave me? It's like they've never heard of it!" She shook her head, clucking slightly. What were bars coming to, these days?
"Soooo how was your day, Mamo-chan? Sure you don't need a glass of water or something? You drank that awful fast..." she remarked, looking down at his glass.
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Apr 18, 2009 1:39:03 GMT -5
Just when he was starting to relax and calm down, Usagi continued speaking. His logic once again tried to tell him that she was talking about drinks, but that didn’t mean that his mind didn’t effectively conjure up image after torturous image to go with every word she was saying. Did she not realize what she was doing to him? He briefly considered the possibility that she was doing it on purpose, but his Usako was far too innocent to be playing these kinds of games. No, he refused to believe that she had any idea of what she was doing to him.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat,desperately attempting to continue to make certain his predicament was safely hidden from everyone. Mamoru shook his head when Usagi asked if he needed a glass of water. Water? No, he was going to need something a lot stronger then water to get through this evening apparently. He glanced at the bartender and muttered, “I’m going to need another one and fast.”
Mamoru turned back to Usagi and caught her hand, eyes dark with the effort of suppressing the wild urge to just haul her into the corner somewhere and take her there without worrying whether they had an audience or not. Gritting his teeth together he growled, “Usako I assure you that my day was just fine, but unless you want to make my evening an exceptional one, thus giving everyone in this room quite a show ... I’m begging you to stop talking about drinks.”
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Post by Neo Queen Serenity on Apr 18, 2009 1:55:53 GMT -5
Usagi watched Mamoru shift in his seat and hurriedly order another drink, beginning to wonder just what was going on, especially when he caught her hand. She just beamed at him again, sliding to the edge of her barstool in order to get closer. His words, however, were very confusing.
"But, Mamo-chan! What's wrong with talking about drinks?" she blinked innocent. "Especially since you just ordered another one! Do you not like those ones? Or the one you have? And why wouldn't I want to make your evening an exceptional one? You know I always want to please you... And I don't mind a show..."
How infuriating he was! Full of contradictions. He did seem to want his alcohol, though.
"Oh, I know! This isn't strong enough for you... That's why you don't want me talking about it... I know just what to do to you!" Beaming once more, having figured it all out in her roundabout logic, Usagi turned to the bartender. "No more bourbon. He'll have Sex on the Brain."
Turning her beam to Mamoru, she leaned into him, having not dropped his hand yet. "There, your Usako will take care of you. Now, what do you want to talk about, Mamo-chan? Do you have any plans for this evening, then?" If he was talking about a show, and an exceptional evening... Maybe he had a surprise! Yes, that was it!
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Apr 18, 2009 2:56:04 GMT -5
She was either trying to kill him or really was just this incredibly naive, that was the only logical explanation that Mamoru could come up with ... either way he was going to die tonight if she didn’t be quiet. How on earth he had become so painfully aroused over just a few spoken words he couldn’t say. He could usually keep his emotions more firmly in control then this, but it seemed as if that control was nowhere to be seen tonight.
Mamoru groaned desperately the moment she said she always wanted to please him, his mind helpless under the onslaught of ways he would definitely like to be pleased by her. Things only went from bad to worse then as she told the bartender to change his drink to ‘sex on the brain’. He thunked his head on the bar, not daring to look at either the bartender or Makoto for fear of what he would see upon their faces. He was certain that they were well aware of his problem by this time, how could they not be?
When Usagi leaned into him and continued to talk about his plans for the evening, which really had been innocent until she had walked into the bar and ordered her drink, his control wavered even more. He glanced at her, eyes dark with desperation as he begged once more, “Usako, please ...”
Mamoru hesitated a moment before suddenly dragging her into his lap so that she would have no trouble figuring out what his problem was, after all she couldn’t possibly be that innocent. He leaned in close to her ear and in a tone husky and raw with need whispered, “I really don’t think you’d want to give these people the kind of show I was referring to Usako, trust me ...”
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Post by Neo Queen Serenity on Apr 18, 2009 3:08:57 GMT -5
He really was all over the place tonight! Usagi's eyes widened as Mamoru's head connected with the bar. His groan sounded almost... carnal. And he kept begging her for something, and she wasn't quiet sure what...
...Until his strong arm pulled her easily onto his lap, and she became very aware of just what he was needing. Usagi felt a flush flood her cheeks, spreading to her neck and even over her chest.
"Oh. Oh.... my..." How could she have been so stupid?
How could he have been so easily aroused?
Usagi giggled nervously, beginning to feel a little uncomfortable herself. "I understand now, Mamo-chan... but are you sure about that show?" she grinned, more than willing to bask in the public attention when she finally had it.
Biggest PDA he's EVER given! Oh, I gotta milk this for all it's worth... She leaned in close, lips hovering millimeters from his. "Do you need some... relief?" Usagi asked in a whisper, eyes fixed on his.
Forget Mako-chan! She had other things to worry about...
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Post by Kino Makoto on Apr 18, 2009 8:43:27 GMT -5
Makoto gawked for a moment at the exchange between the couple beside her. Usagi always had been a bit naïve when it came to sexual innuendo. Mamoru was definitely uncomfortable, and yet Usagi just kept pressing.
A random barfly sidled up next to Makoto, flashing a cheesy smile. She knew what was coming, but with the direction the pair next to her was heading, she decided to at least be polite to the guy. “So, are you waiting for anyone in particular, young lady?” She smiled. “Yes, just waiting for some friends to come along. They should be here any minute.” Glancing up at the clock she pursed her lips. They should have been here by now… The guy pressed further. “Can I at least buy you a drink while you wait?” She lightly grimaced…this wasn’t a good idea, especially if Nate were to show up at any point. But still…
Makoto looked back over at Usagi and Mamoru just in time to see him pull her into his lap and the immediate flush that covered Usagi’s skin. Her mind was made up. She finished off what little was left of her drink and turned back to the gentleman beside her.
“You know what? Yes, I think I will let you buy me a drink.”
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Post by Chiba Mamoru on Apr 18, 2009 13:25:38 GMT -5
Mamoru watched with interest as a blush spread over Usagi’s cheeks, neck, and even over her chest. He briefly wondered how far down that blush actually went, but slammed a lid on that thought as it only served to make things worse. He figured that once she knew what the problem was she would cease what she was doing and allow him to die in peace, but no she was obviously going to torture him further. He groaned once more, she was definitely trying to kill him. She was very much aware of the circumstances and yet she was still pressing.
This wasn’t like him. He didn’t do these kinds of things. He couldn’t give in to her, no matter how much it was killing him. He kept his arm possessively around her waist, shackling her to him, as he tried to reason with her, or rather pleaded with her. “Usako, don’t ... we can’t ...”
When she leaned in close and asked if he needed some relief, Mamoru’s control slipped even further. Little minx was playing with him, trying to tempt his control ... that’s what she was doing. Well two could play at that game, he might not be able to give in to the temptation of forgetting about their audience and taking her right then and there, but he could make certain that she was every bit as uncomfortable as he was.
Mamoru cast a dark glance around the bar, noting that at the moment there really wasn’t that many people paying attention to them. The bartender had deposited their drinks in front of them and then hurriedly retreated to the other side of the bar and even Makoto’s attention was being diverted by one of the other patrons.
He shifted his position, his hand on her waist slipping lower until it rested against her thigh. Mamoru’s fingers daringly slipped just beneath the edge of the hem of her skirt, moving over her skin in a feather-light caress, deliberately provoking her senses. Amusement crept into the fire of his gaze as his mouth found the corner of hers and in a tone that was pure seduction murmured, “You are playing with fire here Usako, every man has his limits and you are severely pushing the edges of my control ... but games like these are best played in private don’t you think? Unless you really do want to give Makoto and all of these people a show they wouldn’t ever forget?”
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Post by Neo Queen Serenity on Apr 18, 2009 15:35:25 GMT -5
Oh, she was enjoying this, alright. Now fully aware of Mamoru's circumstances, Usagi was soaking up every infinitesimal indication of her hold over him. His pleading words, dark eyes, and... well, what she could feel as she sat in his lap, heart racing with glee. It was an incredible ego boost, to drive a man to distraction like this, especially her Mamo-chan...
...She had waited too long for this opportunity to let it pass by. He was holding her, with possessiveness, in front of everybody! How could she just stop now? And despite his pleading, he didn't seem to mind all that much. She ran her fingers through his hair, keeping her eyes on his. Usagi's innocent smile was quickly turning into a wanton little smirk.
"But why can't we?" she taunted back. They were both adults, and in love, and... damn... Her eyelids fluttered as his fingers dipped beneath her hem, lighting a fire within. But, she enjoyed her torture... oh, he was never this forward, this foxy! This was great!
She let a soft moan escape her at his gentle kiss, but it was the hot pulse of his breath in her ear, that sinfully seductive tone... He was trying to seduce her now!
Oh God thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thankyou thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouTHANKYOU!
"Mamo-chan," Usagi practically purred, turning her head so that her lips barely touched his as she spoke. She had every intention of further testing the boundaries of his control. All's fair in love and war... and you never make an admission like that, oh no... "Who's to say we couldn't... move? There's a restroom in the back. I'm parked across the street. Where are you parked? I think your... seats would be better..." she timed with this with a careful, purposeful shift in weight on his lap, her body now flush against his.
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