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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 28, 2012 15:16:25 GMT -5
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The Ghettos of Verona weren’t the most attractive parts of the region to those that were used to the pleasant sights in the cleaner parts of town, but the way the lights started to turn on one by one in the early evening made it seem livelier. The vivid neon lights from different shops advertising cheap cigarettes, lowered gas prices, and several thrift shops displaying their most unique items gave the city a flavor of its own. It was a part of Verona; a distinct Italian part of town that invited in a variety of cultures, connecting all parts of the region into one beating heart that made everything thrive to the junk filled rhythms of the city. This distinct part of Verona was possibly the plague of the city, containing all of the drugs, booze, and pollution of morals of those that walked down the dirt covered sidewalks as tramps in short skirts narrowly avoided stepping in the shit of the city. It was chilly down in these parts, and jackets were required unless you specifically wanted to show off some skin.
As a blonde young adult walked down the streets, he watched a group of women walk by him in their scantily clad clothes that revealed every perfect curve in their bodies. He could only wince as one of the prettier ones gave him a look that growled out a scowl at him, as if accusing him of staring before turning her deep velvet red lips around to her friends, letting a wave of shock pass over Susumu until he was convinced that the moment of encounter was over. He hadn’t intended to start anything with that mere glance, but he couldn’t help but wonder what they were thinking, dressing like that in this weather. He was dressed a bit nicer than usual, planning on a night out on the town for whatever social fling he could find. Just to be around people on a Friday night; that was what he really craved, not having specific plans with people he already knew beforehand as he wandered the streets.
There were places down here that he knew, but there was an odd desire to break out of his comfort zone to try something new. Normally he wouldn’t do something so bold, but there had been a lot of stress going on recently, that he had to do something to get out of this funk. Each place he looked at beckoned to him with their strange sights and smells, and they all combined into one hot mess on Montabello Street, which had the densest amount of bars and restaurants on one large strap of land. There was an older man wrapped up in blankets leaning against a decaying brick wall as Susumu walked by with a look of uncertainty, allowing the sound of the dark skinned man’s Saxophone to ring into his ears. It was the lonely cry of the city, and despite how the man looked, it was excellently played. It only made Susumu long for company, giving the man an uncertain look and a disheartened sigh, taking in the sound of the howls of the brass instrument.
The sky wasn’t quite dark yet at this point, creating a sense of peace in the wandering minds of those that were drawn to the city. Natural shades of pink and orange hovered up above them, threatening to be wiped away from the longer nights that winter brought. It was true that spring was sure to approach soon to reverse that process, but at the moment the night was theirs to reign. Eyes looking both ways as he debated crossing the street, a particularly attractive looking place caught his eye. He wasn’t sure if it was the name that beckoned him forward, since The Jolly Duke didn’t exactly sound like the most welcoming bar name ever, but from what he could see from the windows, it had a nice atmosphere. It wasn’t something that was overly rowdy and exciting, but it looked casual enough for him to slip in. Cars raced by as he flinched with a foot on the road, backing off as the lights screamed at his face to back off or he’d get hit.
Rude. Obnoxious drivers not letting a freezing cold passerby enter a bar with the casual comforts that their vehicles provided…it was terrible. They weren’t giving him the decency or consideration at all as they whizzed right by his face, taunting the blonde as he scowled from the sidewalk. Sure, there was a crosswalk somewhere at the far end of the street, but he wasn’t walking all the way over there just to use it when the bar was directly across from him. They were all assholes, and they probably didn’t have anywhere important to be. Susumu muttered curses at them with his hands in his pockets, waiting for his chance to pass when finally a driver took sympathy on him. He was waved at; a clear signal that he better move while the driver still had the patience not to run him over. With a hand raised thankfully at the man, Susumu bolted across the street, cheeks flushed from the cold stinging his skin like tiny needles.
The door was the first welcoming thing he saw as he opened it in a hurry, basking in the natural warmth that the bar provided within his first two steps inside. The bell on the door jingled as an alert, since sneaking in here without anyone knowing just had to be an impossible task. Door closed, the sound of the saxophone outside was instantly drowned out over the sound of the usual chatter between bar patrons as Susumu adjusted his jacket a little bit while walking inside. It was a nice place, and apparently they could just seat themselves wherever they wanted. With a grin towards the bar stools, he plopped himself down on one that was right on the edge, choosing it because then he’d only have to sit next to one stranger, not two when the rest of the seats started to fill up. All he had to do was wait for the bar tender to notice him, he supposed. Not that he minded that so much, glancing at the wide television screens that were leaning against the wall and accepting the distraction for what it was.
ooc; derp, I tried to keep up with your usual posting style. XD Can you tell?
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Post by jay on Jan 28, 2012 15:59:08 GMT -5
Everything that surrounded the Team Death member whispered winter, from the brown colored sludge that blanketed the grounds of Verona, Jay always enjoyed the plague-like land known as Verona. It was a beautiful disaster to say the least, everything in the city was dark, twisted, almost collecting all the poverty that Cheyenne had and slammed it into the heart of the main city. Of course, the city had beautiful places and the scenic routes (where the journey took place) were gorgeous and filled with life. This city was like the digestive system in a twisted way, the rest of Cheyenne had been thriving and the main attraction was where they had to take all of the junk out. It was a sad existence but necessary for the vitality that the rest of Cheyenne possessed. ”Oh.” Jay mumbled accidently walking into a bunch of thug-like men hovering around each other with very provoking Pokémon like Machoke and Golems at their side, as if they needed even more of a taunt to let others know not to mess with them. ’The way people let others perceive them, This is the city.’ Jay disgustingly thought as he admired his city, in some ways he felt like the low-end district of the city. No one had truly wanted him and he would forever be alone completing a journey with the only companionship of his Pokémon. It was all almost over, what would he do once he finished? Would he be able to live his life once again? His only life had been training for the past five or so years, this is really all he knew and what he remembered. Jay was no longer that adolescent teenager who had the ambition to succeed. Years later, the challenge wore him out and what stood there was what really was left of that once youthful kid. Taking a deep breath in, Jay looked for a bar. ”I really need a drink.” commenting to himself as his eyes looked at the signs trying to find the least provocative and disgusting sounding bar.
’The Charm School’ he read inside of his head with a chuckle, did they really expect the allure of their name to attract customers into their bar? What a preposterous idea, but then again this was the mentality of those who lived in the slums of Verona. It wasn’t very classy but it would have to do for now, heading inside Jay wasn’t very surprised with what he saw. An endless number of poles with women of all different ethnicities moving their bodies around the pole as if they were enjoying themselves. The pigs surrounded them throwing money at the strippers and just really showing how disgusting men could be. All Jay could do was shake his head and take off his coat placing it on the back of a chair where he sat. The bar wasn’t crowded with drinkers; most guys came in to watch the show. Raising his hand to get the attention of a waitress, Jay wasn’t even sure what he was doing there. A perky brunette her way to his table with a smug look on her face, as if she was there enjoying herself but knew that trouble was coming in the next few hours. ”Hi, Can I get a shot of Vodka and a pepsi with rum.” not really sure what this bars rules were. Some were very one hard liquor oriented and others only served beer, it was weird but it was as if these bars were in cliques. Shrugging it off as the waitress left, he fiddled his thumbs around his belt counting his eight Pokémon. It was a very nervous habit after someone tried to take his belt from him, his Pokémon were literally his biggest prize. He had worked so hard obtaining them that he was nervous that he would never amount to anything without them, even after attaining the Pokémon Master status. The drinks came and he finished one after the other, ordering more until he was at feeling very warm and satisfied. Jay wasn’t drunk yet but it was definitely at the point where he was slurring his words and was slightly incoherent.
Standing up with a smile, Jay went to play some darts with some of the other men in the bar. A slip-up of his hand caused one of the darts to go directly into one of the other guy’s hands. A fight occurred and soon after Jay’s ass was in the dirt-covered snow with his trench coat thrown a few yards away from him. ”Well…. Fuck.” groaning as he picked himself up and stumbled his way to the next place. One of the lucky things in Verona that there were so many bars that it really didn’t matter if you were kicked out of one. A glowing sign buzzed The Jolly Duke and it brought Jay’s hopes up. Opening the door, he noticed a bunch of people already drinking with the low hum of conversation filling the bar. Heading straight for the bar area, he sat down next to a guy with blonde hair. Not really paying any attention to the guy, Jay placed his trenchcoat on his chair once again and accidently bumped into the male sitting right next to him. ”Sorry man,” he slurred his way through the words, ”just a little drunk already. I’m Ja—“ the Team Death grunt spoke and finally looked at who it was and he saw Susumu. ”NO WAY!” Jay exclaimed obnoxiously and gave the kid a great bear hug and messed up his hair slightly. ”What are you doing in here, buddy?” he asked with a very vivid tone in his voice. Slamming his hand on the table, ”Can I get some drinks for me and my friend here, Thanks!” Jay asked loudly leaving the $20 on the table. ”So Sam. How’ve you been my man?” the drunken guy jokingly punched the grunt’s left arm with a slight chuckle. This would be one hell of a night, Jay was already slightly drunk and who knows what kind of shenanigans the both of them would get into.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 29, 2012 13:14:25 GMT -5
The casual feeling that the bar held was like the scent of cigarette smoke squiggling throughout the air; you could kind of see the vibe, and by the time you left the place left enough of an impression on you that everyone could sense it. Susumu wasn't one to actually smoke, so good riddance to banning smokers from places like these. Not that it really mattered; since he couldn't escape the joys that drinking with others brought him. It was a cheap way to fill whatever social need he needed as a person, but it would do for now. There were no familiar faces hidden away in this bar, at least from what he could tell. Taking his eyes off of the television screen, he directed himself towards the bar tender with interest, having the slightest of hopes that by sheer will power the worker would know that he needed a drink. This power still needed to be fine-tuned, as the shiny head of the bald bar tender was still the only part of him that Susumu could even look at.
Feeling unsuccessful in his attempts to lure the bar tender closer with nothing but his stare, he decided to give up for the moment as his fingers tapped against the wooden table in front of him, not particularly sure what to call it really. To him it was only an elongated table that happened to have room for booze in it on the other side, and he wondered who came up with the idea for it anyways. Was that person rich? The idea was used in pretty much every bar he'd been in, so the dude had to have a lot of money to spare. For something as simple as designing tables, it made him wonder why he chose this path as a Pokemon Trainer in the first place. It wasn't as if he was a responsible one when he first started out, and looking at him right now, he still didn't look very responsible. Not enough to handle Pokemon if he was about to become a boozer by the end of the night.
Thoughts were interrupted at the familiar chime of the door opening up nearby, and a cold rush of wind brushed by his backside, climbing up his neck and blowing soft kisses that made him cringe in his spot. Already he was regretting his sitting position, since he happened to be the closest to the door. He should've thought about his seating arrangement even more than before, only thinking about the pros and hardly any of the cons. If only the other end of the bar wasn't completely filled up, then he would only have to sit next to one stranger and be away from the haunting cries of the entry way. Whoever it was that came in, Susumu didn't pay much attention. At the most it was a glance at the door to see what was distracting him so, before pretending to take interest in what was being displayed on the television screens. The gentle glow of sports and the news was reflected on his face, yet it provided no warmth.
He'd get warm enough after a drink or two, still learning the delicate dance that involved consuming the magical amount of alcohol where he wouldn't be completely trashed. He had to be careful about how much he drank, not wanting any mistakes with strangers to occur when waking up the following morning. Already there had been misunderstandings because of this, and he hated awkward moments with a passion. Speaking of awkward moments, at the sound of a jacket shuffling on the chair beside him he couldn't help but cringe at the unexpected guest. So who was going to be joining him on his drinking escapades for the evening?
A shove to the back was joining him apparently, lurching forward as the table caught him, sending the stranger a skeptical look for the accidental touch. It wasn't a motion that really deserved glares, especially when he was attempting to be friendly to set himself in the right drinking mood. At the apology that rang clearly in his ears, Susumu eased up a little when he saw that all was well. Last thing he needed was some douche harassing him because he couldn't contain his alcohol. "It's fine." He reassured the familiar voice, looking him over as Jay continued to talk, starting to realize just how familiar the guy was to him.
He knew this guy, he really knew the guy! The name was attempting to reach all of the way into his head as gongs went off, vibrating an unsettling sensation as the name refused to come to light. He knew him, but he didn't really! Jay recognized him right away, and suddenly Susumu was pulled into an uncomfortable social waltz where both had to act friendly and familiar even though he forgot the guy's name. Clearly Jay was drunk, so maybe he could get away with not knowing names for the time being. Yet it still felt rude, like it would leave a bad taste in their mouths when talking to each other after mentioning it. Instead, Susumu decided to risk playing along without knowing Jay's name. There had to be an ID or something with his name, anything he could use as a clue that would pop up and make him remember.
Jay had to be obnoxious about it; making his drunken stumble even more clear when Susumu was tenderly embraced in a bear hug. "U-Uh, hello to you too." He laughed awkwardly returning the hug with an uncertain look on his face until rapidly trying to break it. Less touching, more talking. One of the guys in the bar stool over was sending him weird looks, apparently amused at the situation he was in. At the most Susumu could roll his eyes at the stranger, basically telling him to mind his own business as he focused more on Jay. "Just enjoying the hell of the city." He said in a somewhat amused tone towards Jay, feeling a little more sarcastic than usual today. Drinks and food would definitely pick up his mood later, but for now he was a little on guard after the intense friendly bantering Jay brought him.
At least Jay knew how to get things done around here, catching the attention of the bar tender as the drinks were soon slipped on the table. It was something strong and flavorful, but apparently it was The Jolly Duke's specialty. Susumu grinned at Jay for the kind offer and started to drink, nearly coughing because the strong flavor wasn't what he was used to. Ugh, he needed a moment with this. "Sam?" Susumu laughed, realizing that Jay didn't know his name either. "It's Shamu, ya know. Like the whale." How he forgot a name like that, he didn't even know. Who really cared?
ooc; gosh, I'm kind of excited for this thread.
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Post by jay on Feb 3, 2012 7:56:18 GMT -5
Just the irony of this whole situation was what got the both of them going, the drunk kid smiled as he just had a very calm smirk on his face the whole time. ”Oh, the same brah. The same.” nodding his head over enthusiastically really enjoying his time in the city as well. It was strange; Jay had never really enjoyed the city this much before. Verona was filled with low lives and scoundrels, but Jay really lived for these kinds of situations. Moments that he could really bond with those on a very intimate level, it was rough but in the glow of the bar, Jay felt very much alive and this is where low-life scum like Jay really grew. ”Anyways, Sam? Oh Shamu? I KNEW THAT. SORRY MAN. You know what it’s like being drunk. I’m Jay, just in case you forgot.” he slapped his friend drunkenly and turned his chair back to the bartender. ”Thanks babe.” he said to the male giving his drinks as he lifted his cup, ”Cheers.” he spoke taking a very large gulp of the alcohol and his head began to spin as even more alcohol was pumped into his system.
Already spiraling down the drunken road of secrets and loose lips, Jay blinked a few times before looking back at Shamu. ”I think.” he started with his words slurring and nothing making sense at this point. ”We should play a game, buddy. Shammy.” a small chuckle escaped his drunken lips as his right hand landed like a heavy brick on the blonde’s shoulder. ”I think I need to get you know you better, let’s play some truth or dare, kay bud?” it took him a long while to get that all out as the low hum of the television and the chatter of the others in the bar also finding companionship in the broken hearts club.
Clearing his voice, Jay took another large sip of his beer and stretched his body trying to relax just a bit more. ”I’’ll start. I want a truth.” his words wanting to get to know this boy just a bit better, there must’ve been a reason why they were both in the bar wanting to forget some kind of pain or idea.
ooc- let’s lower the count on this bad boy to a decent amount c: i like 500-700~ but this is short because i'm tired. #derp
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Post by Sp❣rit on Feb 7, 2012 19:46:24 GMT -5
If it wasn't obvious enough already, it was obvious now when Jay kept going through each little sign that the drunken species typically had. Susumu could've sworn he saw a documentary on the drunken animal once on Animal Planet, but documentary mostly showed people that were similar to Syl. Hell, he was sure that Syl somehow managed to squeeze in there somehow, exhibiting the best examples of being a boozer ever seen. The conversation felt comfortable enough to be in, having enough wiggle room to think of some kind of topic to go by since they did have a bit of history together. "Ha! It's fine." He couldn't help but laugh at Jay's super informal way of speaking, easing up on the guy because of it. Jay even threw him a bone by saying his own name, thank God.
Wincing at the slap, he nodded as if everything was cool between the two. Damn, he wasn't used to that. "Hm?" He was caught by the words 'I think', completely left hanging as he just got over another gulp of his drink. He was getting better at this drinking thing, though sometimes they had flavors that made him want to pick another name at random and try again. Jay kept up the mystery by suggesting an unnamed game, but he was hooked at this point. "I'm guessing it's not child friendly like 'I spy'." It was an agreeable comment though, urging the male to go ahead and bring it on.
"Truth or dare? Serious?" It wasn't that odd to give Jay a skeptical look, expecting this kind of game at sleep overs or around a bunch of silly girls. Maybe it would have a different feel to it because it was two dudes at a bar. Who knew? "Alright." He agreed, but he was a tad nervous about what truths were about to be revealed. Thinking it would help him get through this game, he took another gulp of his drink to help him lose his mind faster. Starting to feel the effects of the drink, Susumu grinned and nodded.
Make up a truth. Right. It would've been a pain in the ass to start with all of that serious or embarrassing stuff, so he was going to make it easy on the guy. "If you could punch anyone in the face, who would it be?" He was actually curious to see if it was a name from TD, but he wasn't about to suggest it for him. No fun in forcing an answer out of someone like that when it could've been a lie. "I'll try a truth after you." Nodding at Jay to give him the clear for the next round, he waited to see what the guy would come up with. If it was a Gym Leader, then damn, he'd be surprised.
ooc; huehue got this.
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Post by jay on Feb 20, 2012 22:38:30 GMT -5
Dark eyes swarming in the room towards the two males, each other person had their gazes locked on to the two Team Death members, as if they’re aura read as such. Their haughty attitudes, the way they both obnoxiously were talking (Jay more then the other), something about their existence in the bar brought a bad feeling for the regulars who sat in there casually drinking and speaking of what once was, old flings / battlescars / the typical reminiscing that the old do when they yearn for what they once had. It was the vicious circle of life, those who are youthful dream and wait for their adolescence to leave and for them to bloom into the adults they know that they can be and the old wish for that one chance to relive their youth and enjoy what they had before Father Time spun the clock of their fates. The pub was relatively known throughout the slums as the ‘Geezer’ with all the old men who inhabited the bar with their nasty looks and grimaced looks.
The chemistry between the dark and blonde haired boy definitely sparked during their little drunken escapades, whether romantic or platonic it was evident that this would be the start of a friendship that would bond the two. It was so effortless albeit with the alcohol or not, conversation for the veteran trainer was so simple and easygoing. It was definitely the seamstresses of fate pulling both their life strings to create an opportunity for the two of them to intercross and begin interweaving both of their paths repeatedly. A drunken smile found itself on Jay’s lips as he felt as if he was a kid again, with the way they were talking and interacting. The foolish-childish game they were playing, it was nice to forget the worries of the world for once and genuinely having a good time. ”Well,” his words started and ended just as abruptly as Jay was caught off-guard by a cold chill entering from the front door. Two slender females elegantly floated through the bar until they were both at the bar ordering drinks. ”Sorry, but I guess we could play Ispy. If you’d like.” a little jaunting gesture as he wondered if Shamu would partake in offering the ladies to join them. A part of him always had women on his mind, or even men for that matter but it was because Jay’s penis is what often controlled him. It was inevitable that it was that way but for most men, their genitals often lead the way while their minds took a backseat role.
Swirling his drink within his hand, the foam began to rest on the side of the glass showing signs that the drink should be finished before it got warm and undrinkable. The taste would become to warm and the aftertaste of the alcohol would burn their throats as it slid down the esophagus, not at all a fun feeling to do. The irony within anything fun is that it often had a terrible way to get to that point. Like drinking, Jay hated the taste/smell of alcohol but the temporary bliss of being in that intoxicated state outweighed the process of getting there, it even beat the feeling after where darkness and quiet is all one really wanted. Finishing his drink without courageous gulp, a thick cough escaped Jay’s lips as he cringed while his eyes shut. Releasing an inaudible curse word, the male smiled and raised his hand for a second drink. It was one of those nights that Jay would let his whim control him and wherever he awoke, well he would deal with it then. ‘Que Sera Sera’ was a saying that he lived by, it brought a fun night and to be honest, for most lonely Pokemon trainers it was well-deserved when your only companions weren’t able to actually speak to you and were only spoken at.
”Yeah man, trust me. It’ll be a good way to get to know each other.” encouraging Shamus to take a chance, Jay had been doing this for years and it was the quickest way for new people to enter your life with a basic idea of what you were like, what you wanted in life, and the like. ”If I could punch anyone in the face.” the statement was spoken a few times as Jay’s mind flurried through the catalog of faces in his mind. Punching Syl in the face would be priceless, for his reckless abandonment on many of his protégés, but they did know what they were getting into. Syl was infamous for toying with others and leaving without a trace. Punching Sierra in the face would be just as good, she already loathed the poor guy, it would give her much more leverage. No one in particular really shouted at him. ”I’m unsure. I think um, I guess I’d punch Blaze in the face. He’s an arrogant prick but I’d still love to fuck up to prove that he’s a little bitch.” the obnoxious comment slid so easily out of the drunken mouth as it would definetly be something that jay wished he left within his mind. Jay laughed as he slammed his hand onto the table, ”Oh.” he noticed his second drink had already arrived. Taking a sip before making the same face, it was now his turn to think of a question. ”Okay.” he said attempting to give him more time to think of the perfect question. Unsure of sexual orientation, Jay looked at the lanky boy and a devilish smirk arose as he stretched his back by pushing his chest forward.
”So, if you could fuck anyone that you knew. Who’d it be?” the juicy questions were always the best, would Shamus say a boy or a girl? Would it be a friend or a stranger? ”I’ll chose another truth. Just so we can get to know each other a bit better, ya know.” implying that they really only knew each other as Team Death members and nothing else.
ooc- so i’m trying something a little different, just cause c:
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Post by Sp❣rit on Feb 24, 2012 22:59:02 GMT -5
ISpy? Ha, he had to laugh at that attempt at a joke. He was kidding for the most part anyways, only hoping that he wouldn't have to do anything ridiculous in this game of truth or dare. A cold wind blew towards them as two classy ladies entered the bar’s safe haven, making Susumu wince as he felt his body erupt in one unpleasant shiver. Already he was regretting his seating choice as he felt the intense urge to bitch roll around on his tongue. Luckily he swallowed it down, otherwise it would’ve killed the mood he had going on with his friend. Why did they have to sit so close to the door? He blamed the layout of the place and didn't bother to move from where he was, perhaps being stubborn as he continued to drink. It was hard to say whether he was going to let himself go completely loose after taking in the drink, but he was enjoying the flow of the evening. It was nice and appreciated for the most part, nodding in agreement with Jay's argument for their game.
They were definitely going to go through with this now with no backing out allowed. Another small sip and he was another small step closer to the state of inebriation. Susumu gave Jay a curious look as he thought about what his answer could be. He didn't even know if he would've punched someone he actually knew, but if there was a story behind it then he wanted to know. Everyone had their own stories about people they disliked, hated or wanted to beat the hell out of. He wanted to know what would've set an easygoing guy like Jay off anyways, especially when he was this loony when drunk.
His answer made him snicker from his spot, shaking his head when he heard 'Blaze' as his answer. Of all people, it had to be their boss. Hear hear. He couldn't help but laugh and agree, since it sucked being near the bottom of the food chain and he could relate to that. It was so hard to impress a distant guy like that anyways, feeling as if it was impossible to have any kind of friendship with the TD executive. "Fair enough of an answer." He grinned, accepting it with a laugh. It was his turn though, and with Jay's devilish smirk he found himself growing uneasy and defensive. What was going through that guy's head?
Oh no, it was a question about sex. He laughed awkwardly as that question was processed, wondering how in the world he could respond to something like that. If he could do it with anyone that he knew? That meant that he actually had to meet the person for it to count. He sighed as he thought about that one, going through the small list of people he had been attracted to. First thing that came up was a particular incident that instantly made him cringe in his seat, nearly fearing how attractive the whip wielding Paris was in her revealing dominatrix outfit. It was hot, frightening, and definitely a fireworks show for his eyes. The whipping thing did freak him out though, definitely not ready for anything of that nature at all.
Who knows what other terrible things she could've done with her unknown collection of toys? It wasn’t something that he wanted to risk finding out. Flinching as he thought about Paris’s techniques more and more, he figured that he wasn’t attracted to the things she did, but her body was gorgeous. If he could do her without fearing for his health, then he’d probably go for it. For a moment he thought about someone else he knew but he quickly shook it off. No need to be creepy and suggest people he saw as friend. "I guess Paris. You know, that one Gym Leader?" Shallow. So shallow. He felt like it was a safe option though, grinning since she was definitely out of his league. "Alright, alright. Thinking of another one." He paused as Jay wanted another truth, wondering what kind of thing he wanted to ask the guy. "Ok." Snapping out of his daze, an idea for a truth came to him. It would be an interesting one at least. "Who is the one person that you would never fuck? Ever?" He laughed as he said it, going for the opposite of what Jay wanted to know. So what kind of person repulsed Jay?
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