[ It is a burn. It's a cigarette burn, in fact, and there's a whole story to tell behind it, but that's a tale for another night, if it even comes to that. Reno's already starting to get the feeling he's not going to be spending a lot of nights in the same beds, with the same people, but that was before he ran into people he recognizes. Or people from home, at least, because Roche's isn't a face he's ever seen before, that much he can be sure of. He'd remember a face like that, even if he is just Third Class trash. Third Class trash with a slick tongue and nice, big hands, long legs, and a pleasant weight to an even more pleasant body, so fuck it—we'll see how it goes. Maybe he'll get to hear the burn story someday.
In the meantime, he's free to touch, and Reno does little to stop him with his thighs casually apart and his throat caught in Ladybird's hands. She's far from choking him, and that's partly by design: into it as he is, he still wants his faculties available, especially if they're going to start asking about safewords. Even still, his laugh comes out with a soft wheeze tailing along behind it, his throat working against the steady pressure of their new friend's soft palm. ]
Of course it'd be a fuckin' bird. Fine, but don't expect me to start squawking that easily. You're gonna have to work harder than that. —Hey, you. Sadsack. C'mere, gimme the dice.
[ It takes him a second, but Sadsack Sam fumbles in his seat, reaching for the dice and holding them out awkwardly before he thinks to place them in Reno's open hand. Their lady friend starts to draw away, but he uses his other hand to keep her at his throat, fingers curling over hers to make the squeeze that much tighter—playing through rounds? Yeah, well, the rules are changing. Because he said so. Because he's still got those faculties available and commanding three people out of several at the table all at once isn't much of an ask for him, one shortening his supply of oxygen, one between his thighs and the other darting pathetic/anxious glances between the object of his affections and Reno's face. You'd think he'd plan on rolling them, but instead he palms one and tips the other onto the table without bothering to tilt his head and watch it land. ]
We're rolling for verbs only, and our buddies here get to pick the where. Then we do the same for them. Cool?
[ What better way to get these two stooges out of their hair than to make up a game? A game inside a game—inside another game, technically. Gameception. Uh, is all Awkward Andy offers in response, but that might be because his other half is all but purring with interest. ]
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In the meantime, he's free to touch, and Reno does little to stop him with his thighs casually apart and his throat caught in Ladybird's hands. She's far from choking him, and that's partly by design: into it as he is, he still wants his faculties available, especially if they're going to start asking about safewords. Even still, his laugh comes out with a soft wheeze tailing along behind it, his throat working against the steady pressure of their new friend's soft palm. ]
Of course it'd be a fuckin' bird. Fine, but don't expect me to start squawking that easily. You're gonna have to work harder than that. —Hey, you. Sadsack. C'mere, gimme the dice.
[ It takes him a second, but Sadsack Sam fumbles in his seat, reaching for the dice and holding them out awkwardly before he thinks to place them in Reno's open hand. Their lady friend starts to draw away, but he uses his other hand to keep her at his throat, fingers curling over hers to make the squeeze that much tighter—playing through rounds? Yeah, well, the rules are changing. Because he said so. Because he's still got those faculties available and commanding three people out of several at the table all at once isn't much of an ask for him, one shortening his supply of oxygen, one between his thighs and the other darting pathetic/anxious glances between the object of his affections and Reno's face. You'd think he'd plan on rolling them, but instead he palms one and tips the other onto the table without bothering to tilt his head and watch it land. ]
We're rolling for verbs only, and our buddies here get to pick the where. Then we do the same for them. Cool?
[ What better way to get these two stooges out of their hair than to make up a game? A game inside a game—inside another game, technically. Gameception. Uh, is all Awkward Andy offers in response, but that might be because his other half is all but purring with interest. ]
So? What's the damage?