OPEN POST.

[atms]

action | textspam | prompts | whatever
/makes grabby hands

Comments

[atms]

You pick the place and I'll be there.

[taer]

I'm not sure I want to make it that easy on you.

[atms]

You're not sure you want to make it easy for me to eat you out. Your head is a strange place, Sara.

[taer]

One thing usually leads to another. Steal me a drink first.

[atms]

Alright. Pick your poison.

ps im sorry for how woefully slow i am on the pic prompt thread

[taer]

Something dark and bitter.

omg don't apologize it's totally okay <3

[atms]

Time to hit the nearest liquor store.

i am a turtle on all but textspam it is fact

[taer]

A trail of death and destruction won't woo me.

[ honestly? she's mostly just saying that to annoy him. ]

same here, tbh

[atms]

Sara. Come on. You don't think I can get you a drink without killing someone? I've got more skill than that.

turtle brofist

[taer]

Prove it.

o/\o

[atms]

You realize you're goading me in to something I was going to do anyway.

[taer]

Yes, but now you're probably wearing a frowny expression to go with it.

[atms]

[ he just sends her a picture of him rolling his eyes. ]

[taer]

That face does great things for your mouth.

[atms]

I was going to go for the low hanging fruit of a joke about you sitting on my face, but instead I'm going to ask your opinion of chocolate stout.

[taer]

Hm, tempting.

[ both the chocolate stout and the face sitting, if she's being honest. ]

[atms]

[ it takes a minute or two for him to reply. ]

That's a check mark next to stolen booze. Now how would you like me to deliver this to you?

[taer]

If I said in nothing but a white, frilly apron, would you do it? Don't worry, I don't actually want that.

[atms]

No. Getting arrested for public indecency isn't on my bucket list.

[taer]

Pity. I'm in my room.

[atms]

ETA fifteen minutes.

[taer]

I'll be picturing the frilly apron.

[atms]

Have fun with that, because it's only ever going to happen in your imagination.

[taer]

And you're still coming over. I'm impressed.

[atms]

I figure your fantasies aren't any of my business.

Besides, I can't drink all this stout myself.