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PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
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[ She'll unpack the Barbie part of that comment later - rude btw???? - right now there are bigger fish to fry. ]
You wanna run that by me again?
[ Oh boy. There's the grin that's 90% grinding teeth and 10% seething. Panty sits bolt upright (hello yes those sure are her titties just out there) and latches both dainty little hands on Beowulf's shoulders so she can shake the daylights out of him. Or attempt to. Who knows. What matters here is she's doing her very best to rattle his brain around in his skull like a cheap can of spray paint. ]
[ Unfortunately for Panty, he loves this kind of aggressive energy. You wanna tussle? He will tussle! He's a champion wrestler after all. Also, he appreciates the peep show going on there. Should he also expose himself? Wouldn't that just be straight up sex at that point? Hell, maybe he does want some.
Panty manages to get a few shakes in before he also settles his alarming large hands on her shoulders. All anger has subside because if someone wants to get physical? He is down to get physical. ]
You heard me! Ain't no way this big bed was made for just you. You probably wanted to stay the night with me!
[ like hell he can remember what happened last night, though, whoops. ]
[ ............................ Nnnnnnnnope sorry not ringing any bells with that mug. That's both a good and a bad thing for Beowulf: good in the sense that he's not in the 'avoid like the plague' bottom of the barrel tier; and bad, because he's not in the 'VIP repeat booty call' list either. Therefore the verdict must be: ]
Big talk from a guy that's mediocre in the sack. Seriously... even who are you again?
[ Look, she's buck naked and there's a dude in Her Bed. This isn't Panty's first baloney pony rodeo with a stranger after slamming highballs all night. ]
you should never be (and i think we threaded back in prisma years ago LOL)
I … am totally going to pretend that you did not just say that to me!
[ DUMB.. IDIOT.. but help, she is asking for an introduction, and he can’t help but make it flashy!! Announcer voice is ON, and I can’t believe he’s doing this while her tits are out. ]
Weighing in at 287 lbs of pure muscle, 6’7” of sex appeal— you know him all as the New Meridian champion of the ring— the undefeated, the man, the myth, the legend— it’s BEOOOOOOWULF—!!
[ he’s gonna do it, he’s gonna howl, hangovers be damned. ]
[ Oh my god. Beowulf, honey, no. Self-confidence aside - because we love that for him, what a king - Panty has less than zero tolerance for muscleman's Werewolf on Yell-m Street hootenanny hollering when they're both barely balancing the knife's edge of 'functional'.
PAFF. ]
Can it.
[ 110% stuffing her pillow in his face like it'll do anything to muffle his wolfy wailing. ]
Edited (shhh you saw nothing) 2025-01-17 05:21 (UTC)
look we always had fun threads (i was gintoki HEHE)
[ WHY ARE THE HOTTEST GIRLS ALWAYS SO MEAN... but it's okay, he's probably into some of this. He definitely is, actually. Anyway, it muffles him out enough to where he does shut the fuck up, but he pries the pillow off of his mouth and takes in a big gasp of air. ]
Oh, come onnnn, baby! You seriously don't watch television. I'm a legend there! Everybody knows my name! Look, I'm already havin' a great time here, you don't gotta ruin it already with your attitude!
You know what would make you feel better? Gettin' hydrated! You thirsty?
Aaaaaaaa gintoki my beloved ;;;; her one true rival
[ That's the secret sauce. She's always got attitude. Buuuuuuuuut since he's not yelling directly in her eardrums anymore and Panty's less inclined to keep bullying the hell out of him now that her attention's been successfully diverted elsewhere, some of that bristling hostility dissipates. ]
Yeah, fuck it. Why not. [ YAWN....... ] Casino hotels are supposed to have fully stocked minifridges anyway.
[ That's her cue to hop right out of bed (taking the entire blanket with her like a gigantic toga, rip) and investigate the tray of goodies left over by the staff. ]
[ You know, he hates to see you go, but he loves to see you walk away. His temper eases quickly, because he hadn't expected her to get out of bed to get a drink. He stays in bed for now, crossing one of his ankles over the other. ]
You don't gotta get it yourself, y'know.
[ you hear that, Panty? He's easy to manipulate. ]
If you don't find what you need, I'll get it for ya.
[ Damn right she has to get it herself! How else will Panty get first dibs on all the good stuff and leave the cheap, crappy options for him? If she has to choke down some gross, watery, 'happy hour in the boonies' level of beer, she might actually be sick. For now, she pops an aspirin and washes it down with a gulp of black coffee from one of the mugs on the table. ]
Slow down, Romeo. Chrissake.
[ SKEPTICAL LOOK. Beowulf sure has the ego and body of the wrestling god he seems to think he is, but Panty's seen her fair share of wannabe rockstars. ]
You sure you have the cash to back up a promise like that?
[ Yeah, okay. She's definitely a lot like some of the less-than-pleasant women back home. She kind of has the same attitude which that creepy nurse had? Though, Valentine actually has a bust. Sorry, Panty.
He rakes a hand through his hair and shakes it out, puffing up with pride. ]
I'm a celebrity! 'Course I do. Though, I'm strapped for cash since coming here, I guess. You ended up without your belongings too, didn't you? Me too.
[ WHERE THE FUCK IS HIS STEEL CHAIR, HE MISSES IT. ]
...so how's your 'I'll be your sugar daddy' plan gonna work, then?
[ Panty absolutely positively does a terrible Schwarzenegger impression that doesn't even attempt to sound remotely like Beowulf, paired with sarcastic finger quotes for maximum corniness. And yes, she's also poor as dirt. Like hell is Panty going to be caught dead saying it out loud, though. ]
No fucking way are you getting away with trading a blowie for some top shelf bubbly, buster.
[ Beowulf has accomplished the impossible... out-stupiding Panty to the point she decides it's easier to just give up. How the hell is she supposed to win this argument if he doesn't even know they're having an argument? ]
I'll just pretend you totally agree with me! If people start fighting eachother here, it could really become a business, don't'cha think? Would be easy to get some money that way. People like high stakes and crap, it's a casino.. surely there's some other big guys here I can fight!
[ That actually has some appeal. Panty's mostly thinking of a bunch of hot, shirtless dudes lathered in oil, but there's no reason why that can't be a house rule or something. Lube up or get lost. Oh no. She's actually buying into his idea. OH NO. ]
Hell yeah, baby, that's exactly what I mean! I can't be the only guy that likes fighting around here. People can make bets, we can sell tickets. It's simple showtime business. I know it's gonna drive me apeshit not having challengers in the ring. I'm sure I'm not alone!
[ She knows next to nothing tbh. If she watches wrestling, it's for the beefcake. For now, Panty takes a big ol' bite from some of the toast on the table and points at him like she's making some genius point about a topic she has any expertise in. (Debatable) ]
Beat the shit out of the other guy and walk around in a mankini. What's there to know?
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You wanna run that by me again?
[ Oh boy. There's the grin that's 90% grinding teeth and 10% seething. Panty sits bolt upright (hello yes those sure are her titties just out there) and latches both dainty little hands on Beowulf's shoulders so she can shake the daylights out of him.
Or attempt to. Who knows. What matters here is she's doing her very best to rattle his brain around in his skull like a cheap can of spray paint. ]
Fuck you mean, your bed, huh?!
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Panty manages to get a few shakes in before he also settles his alarming large hands on her shoulders. All anger has subside because if someone wants to get physical? He is down to get physical. ]
You heard me! Ain't no way this big bed was made for just you. You probably wanted to stay the night with me!
[ like hell he can remember what happened last night, though, whoops. ]
1/2
2/2 I'm not sorry
Nnnnnnnnope sorry not ringing any bells with that mug. That's both a good and a bad thing for Beowulf: good in the sense that he's not in the 'avoid like the plague' bottom of the barrel tier; and bad, because he's not in the 'VIP repeat booty call' list either. Therefore the verdict must be: ]
Big talk from a guy that's mediocre in the sack. Seriously... even who are you again?
[ Look, she's buck naked and there's a dude in Her Bed. This isn't Panty's first baloney pony rodeo with a stranger after slamming highballs all night. ]
you should never be (and i think we threaded back in prisma years ago LOL)
[ DUMB.. IDIOT.. but help, she is asking for an introduction, and he can’t help but make it flashy!! Announcer voice is ON, and I can’t believe he’s doing this while her tits are out. ]
Weighing in at 287 lbs of pure muscle, 6’7” of sex appeal— you know him all as the New Meridian champion of the ring— the undefeated, the man, the myth, the legend— it’s BEOOOOOOWULF—!!
[ he’s gonna do it, he’s gonna howl, hangovers be damned. ]
AROOOOOO!!
:o!!!!! Bless you for putting up with her twice!
Self-confidence aside - because we love that for him, what a king - Panty has less than zero tolerance for muscleman's Werewolf on Yell-m Street hootenanny hollering when they're both barely balancing the knife's edge of 'functional'.
PAFF. ]
Can it.
[ 110% stuffing her pillow in his face like it'll do anything to muffle his wolfy wailing. ]
look we always had fun threads (i was gintoki HEHE)
Oh, come onnnn, baby! You seriously don't watch television. I'm a legend there! Everybody knows my name! Look, I'm already havin' a great time here, you don't gotta ruin it already with your attitude!
You know what would make you feel better? Gettin' hydrated! You thirsty?
Aaaaaaaa gintoki my beloved ;;;; her one true rival
Buuuuuuuuut since he's not yelling directly in her eardrums anymore and Panty's less inclined to keep bullying the hell out of him now that her attention's been successfully diverted elsewhere, some of that bristling hostility dissipates. ]
Yeah, fuck it. Why not. [ YAWN....... ] Casino hotels are supposed to have fully stocked minifridges anyway.
[ That's her cue to hop right out of bed (taking the entire blanket with her like a gigantic toga, rip) and investigate the tray of goodies left over by the staff. ]
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You don't gotta get it yourself, y'know.
[ you hear that, Panty? He's easy to manipulate. ]
If you don't find what you need, I'll get it for ya.
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For now, she pops an aspirin and washes it down with a gulp of black coffee from one of the mugs on the table. ]
Slow down, Romeo. Chrissake.
[ SKEPTICAL LOOK. Beowulf sure has the ego and body of the wrestling god he seems to think he is, but Panty's seen her fair share of wannabe rockstars. ]
You sure you have the cash to back up a promise like that?
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He rakes a hand through his hair and shakes it out, puffing up with pride. ]
I'm a celebrity! 'Course I do. Though, I'm strapped for cash since coming here, I guess. You ended up without your belongings too, didn't you? Me too.
[ WHERE THE FUCK IS HIS STEEL CHAIR, HE MISSES IT. ]
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...so how's your 'I'll be your sugar daddy' plan gonna work, then?
[ Panty absolutely positively does a terrible Schwarzenegger impression that doesn't even attempt to sound remotely like Beowulf, paired with sarcastic finger quotes for maximum corniness.
And yes, she's also poor as dirt. Like hell is Panty going to be caught dead saying it out loud, though. ]
No fucking way are you getting away with trading a blowie for some top shelf bubbly, buster.
1/2
[ That is quite the predicament. Stand back, he is forming a thought. ]
2/2
[ how much debt is he gonna accrue within 24 hours, stay tuned.. ]
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is this the twilight zone
this is what stocking feels like all the time isn't it
thanks she hates it ]
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[ Beowulf has accomplished the impossible... out-stupiding Panty to the point she decides it's easier to just give up. How the hell is she supposed to win this argument if he doesn't even know they're having an argument? ]
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I'll just pretend you totally agree with me! If people start fighting eachother here, it could really become a business, don't'cha think? Would be easy to get some money that way. People like high stakes and crap, it's a casino.. surely there's some other big guys here I can fight!
[ reel him back into reality, panty... ]
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You mean like, a fight club or something?
[ That actually has some appeal. Panty's mostly thinking of a bunch of hot, shirtless dudes lathered in oil, but there's no reason why that can't be a house rule or something. Lube up or get lost.
Oh no. She's actually buying into his idea. OH NO. ]
That's not completely stupid.
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How much you know about wrestling?
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[ She knows next to nothing tbh. If she watches wrestling, it's for the beefcake. For now, Panty takes a big ol' bite from some of the toast on the table and points at him like she's making some genius point about a topic she has any expertise in.
(Debatable) ]
Beat the shit out of the other guy and walk around in a mankini. What's there to know?
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[ yet he goes on and does not explain how it is an artform.. ]