And let the costume party commence ...

[apocalypsos]

*glares at all of you*

If you're expecting a happy, shiny hostess, you're all out of your goddamn minds. Bar is in the back. Pool table's to your left. Jukebox is to the right. And if any of you pull anything, I swear I'll shove the closest weapon so far up your ass, you'll think you swallowed an armory.

Like you're not all dead already anyway.

*grabs a bottle of tequila*

*heads off with gun in hand to watch the door for suspicious characters gunning for my son*

Comments

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

No one could ever say it that much. But it's a nice thought. *stands up*

Would you like that dance now?

(OOC: Yes it is. I'm tempted to write this up as a story. *grins*)

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

Dancing sounds...good. Now, remember I'm new at this.

(OOC: Oh, DO it! I would, but I know next to nothing about CSI, lol.)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*smiles* It's not that difficult. Pretend there's no one else in this room, if that'll help.

*places his right arm around her waist and holds his left hand* Now . . . just . . . move with the music.

(OOC: Okay! I'll probably set it in like a dream landscape--it would be the only way these two would meet. A lovely dream for them to cherish during the dark times of their lives. :) )

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*clumsily trips* Sorry.

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*catches him quickly* S'alright. I normally have two left feet. *notices how close he has gotten*

Better, now? *nervous smile*

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*smile* Much better. *touches her cheek*

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

(OOC: If one of you doesn't turn this into a real fic, it's officially a crime against humanity. Just tossing in my two cents. :) *swoons*)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Okay, okay! Once we're finished RP-ing it, I'll write it down for humanity's sake. :D)

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

(OOC: It must be done. This is just too awesome.)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Speaking of which, how explicit would you be comfortable of us being on this journal?)

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Are you kidding? Knock yourself out. Go wild. :) *grabs popcorn*)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*throws caution to the wind*

*leans forward and kisses him*

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*kisses back vigorously and skillfully*

(OOC: The Mad Skillz of a talented manwhore.)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*grips the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair*

(OOC: Yay for manwhores!)

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*one hand presses the small of her back, the other gently traces her jaw*

(OOC: And Lancelot has had such practice at being slutty.)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*slowly pulls back* *blinks, looking dazed* Hey, um, hostess-person! Are there any private rooms in this joint?

(OOC: Wouldn't you, if you served with those guys? :D)

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*slow grin* Sounds like a good idea.

(OOC: Are you kidding? I'd be BACKBROKEN! From too much sex!)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

OOC: Starting a new thread...this is getting to be a pain to follow.

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

OOC: Okay.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

*cocks head towards the rear of the building* Sure, in the back.

*stares after you as you two head off, thinking of a memorable night in a dingy motel room ...*

(OOC: But ... but if you leave, the rest of us can't watch! *snerk*)

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

(OOC: You're Sarah Connor and you're telling me you don't have security cameras everywhere?)

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Yes, but there's only so many people who can crowd around a TV. ;P)

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

(OOC: VCRs? XD Souvenirs can be fun.)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

This Sara noticed the cameras. *wry grin*