[ god damn, woman, he wasn't ready for that squeeze she's so distracted with her sweetie-pie that she forgets to pay attention to how hard her fingers close around Reno's throat, and everything goes from pleasant pressure to can't breathe in a second flat. for a moment or two he leaves her two it, relishing the feeling of breathlessness and the heaviness against his throat. if he wanted to free himself, he could use their codeword or just pry her off, but why not enjoy it for a few seconds? especially with Roche tugging him up so that he leans ever so slightly up and into it.
It's 'grab,' he hears Dweeby Dan say, right around the time he gets lightheaded. yeah, whole lot of grabbing going on here right now, that's for damn sure. his own lips curl, his gaze unfocused as it settles back on Roche's face, the color starting to leave his own. another second or two—but this greenhorn they're playing with beats him to the punch, looking from the die on the table to Reno and then up to his lady friend with a start. I don't think he can breathe, Marjoleta!
by the time Miss Thang realizes and lets go, Reno's choking out a laugh and reaching up to seize a fistful of Roche's shirt as leverage to pull himself up—core strength does the rest, his breath shallow but slow as he finally picks himself up from the table. not for long, though. feet on the floor? absolutely not. just closing distance, that's all. ]
Thanks, but I can hold my breath a lot longer than that. You were saying something about being attached...?
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[ god damn, woman, he wasn't ready for that squeeze she's so distracted with her sweetie-pie that she forgets to pay attention to how hard her fingers close around Reno's throat, and everything goes from pleasant pressure to can't breathe in a second flat. for a moment or two he leaves her two it, relishing the feeling of breathlessness and the heaviness against his throat. if he wanted to free himself, he could use their codeword or just pry her off, but why not enjoy it for a few seconds? especially with Roche tugging him up so that he leans ever so slightly up and into it.
It's 'grab,' he hears Dweeby Dan say, right around the time he gets lightheaded. yeah, whole lot of grabbing going on here right now, that's for damn sure. his own lips curl, his gaze unfocused as it settles back on Roche's face, the color starting to leave his own. another second or two—but this greenhorn they're playing with beats him to the punch, looking from the die on the table to Reno and then up to his lady friend with a start. I don't think he can breathe, Marjoleta!
by the time Miss Thang realizes and lets go, Reno's choking out a laugh and reaching up to seize a fistful of Roche's shirt as leverage to pull himself up—core strength does the rest, his breath shallow but slow as he finally picks himself up from the table. not for long, though. feet on the floor? absolutely not. just closing distance, that's all. ]
Thanks, but I can hold my breath a lot longer than that. You were saying something about being attached...?