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]

*leans up, kissing him again*

You're overdressed. *puts a hand on his waist*

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*looks down* So I am. *kisses the side of her neck* Feel free to change that fact.

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*rubs up and down the sides of his legs, hooks her fingers in his waistband, and slowly pulls his leggings off*

*grins* Someone is very happy to see me. *leans forward and takes a slow lick*

(OOC: I've got to go to dinner...it'll be maybe half an hour. Hold that thought? *snickers*)

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Okay. [Lancelot: ASDJFKSDF!!!!!!!!!!] See you back in a bit!)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*looks up with a grin* You all right?

(OOC: *evil laugh*)

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. And you?

(OOC: In a few minutes I will have to go eat cookies.)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*pulls him on top* I'm great.

(OOC: That's fine--I'll be on most of the night. :) )

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*tugs the bottom hem of her skirt upwards* This is a little much for the occasion, don't you think?

(OOC: I'm assuming she's in a skirt. Makes it easier, lol.)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

You're quite right. *unbuttons the top and wriggles out of it*

(OOC: Works for me. ;) )

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

You are so beautiful. *runs hand down from collarbone to navel, softly*

(OOC: Cookies were good. :) I'd give you some, except I hear cookie crumbs aren't good for USB ports.)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*ducks her head bashfully* I'm glad you think so. *rubs her hands down his chest, skirting around his groin*

(OOC: It's the thought that counts. I'll eat the Oreos I have here. :) )

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*soft moan*

(OOC: ACK, sorry about the wait, had to get clean laundry.)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

Ooh. You like that. *grins, takes a firmer grip*

(OOC: No problem. I'm chatting with some people and reading some stories. :))

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*lightly bites shoulder* Fuck, yes.

(OOC: Enjoying yourselves, other partygoers? ;P)

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Hell, yes. ;))

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

(OOC: We should charge admission. Someone needs to do a graphic for this. :D)

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

(OOC: The Unlikely Porn of a Forensics Chick and a Manslut.)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

(OOC: If it works, it works. ;P)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Did anything like this happen the last time you threw a party? ;))

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm. *takes one of his hands, brings it between her legs*

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*carefully moves it, takes other hand and slips it under her knee, drawing her leg up*

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*laughs* I forgot something. *removes her thong*

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*tosses it across room* Naughty. *kisses her*

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

Oh no. *strokes him heatedly* Nice.

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

I didn't think you'd want to be this efficient...*groan*