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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/4/2016 8:12:25 AM
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Little did Lucas know, he was somewhat right. Because Alyssa lmao.
"Tall guy, Silvery hair that's tied in a ponytail which I think looks dumb, Beard, Jacked as hell but not like Roderick buff and a crooked nose."
She said, recalling the details. Speaking of that old fück who we all know is Sakuret, he was in the courtyard as well pouring Dr. pepper into a bottle of scotch. He had a beige jacket with a white short underneath and brown pants along with dress shoes. He had a couple more bottles besides him as he sat on the ground but some were empty. Chloanne spoke again.
"Still, I think I'm doing okay all around."
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[i]Lucas followed Chloanne without any resistance, a grin ever present on his face - because, well, how could he not be grinning? Once inside the apartment, the cyborg looked around in silence, letting his hazel brown eyes glide around, giving the room a rough inspection while Chloanne was in the kitchen - he was curious about his lover's home, of course. Once Chloe returned, Lucas turned to her with a smirk, his eyes slowly gliding over the bottles as he carefully chose in silence. He then spoke, [/i] "I'll take the vodka."
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"Ooh, I didn't take you for a Vodka person." She said, walking over and handing the Vodka bottle to Lucas. Then she turned around and bent over to place the other bottles on the coffee table providing a [b]view[/b]. Grabbing the tequila bottle she went and sat down on the couch, opening the bottle Chloanne took a good sip of it. "I find it funny, at first you were piss scared of me and now you're in my home drinking with me. Not to mention the fact we're dating now." She said, smiling and taking another sip of tequila.
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[i]Lucas, being a straight male, looked at the "view" with a smirk, though he quickly looked away because he didn't want to be a creep.. And just imagine what would happen if Chloanne caught him staring? Luke shuddered at the thought. Once the previous demon spawn was sitting on the couch, Luke joined her, his bottle of vodka held gently but tightly in his hands. When he sat, he sat back with a grin, speaking with the thickest Russian accent of all time, [/i] "The Russian needs his vodka, da?" [i]After which a soft and playful chuckle followed. Lucas' cybernetic right hand swiftly popped his bottle of booze open, and his left brought it up his lips. He took a deep swig, letting the alcohol burn his throat before he set the bottle down on the table. [/i]
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Chloanne giggled at that, thankfully for Lucas, Chloanne did not have eyes on the back of her head so she didn't see the staring. She drank some more of her tequila bottle. "That's...pretty funny.." The Not-so-much-demonspawn said to her boyfriend, slowly leaning towards him and drinking a little bit more tequila. "You know, I think I can offer you..something more once I'm done with this Tequila."
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[i]Luke remained in his place, hazel brown eyes slowly looking around the room his right hand reaching for the bottle of vodka even though he had just set it down. He took the bottle around its neck, and slowly swirled the clear alcohol around, before taking a few deep swigs, after which he just held the bottle in his hands. [/i] "Oh? What do you have to offer once you're done?" [i]The pretty goddamn ignorant and probably stupid cyborg asked, the thick Russian accent still being there. [/i]
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Chloanne placed her hand on the cyborgs arm and slowly traced it down to his legs as she spoke. "I was thinking...maybe we could um....y'know..." She said somewhat awkwardly, but it was almost obvious what she was implying. "I know this goes against what I said a little while ago...but still. It would be something for the both of us to do and enjoy." Chloanne said, now her fingers on where Lucas's thigh would have once been. "If you say no then I understand completely."
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[spoiler]So, like, how do you want to do this? PM? Timeskip? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Whichever one you're more comfortable with.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I'm not really in the mood for an ERP, so timeskip it is. Can you do it? I'm sorta busy. :b[/spoiler]
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Edited by Thot Slayer Emps: 10/6/2016 6:53:55 PM[b]Around 45 minutes later[/b] Chloanne was in her queen sized bed, her exquisite body was hidden under some blankets as she laid there presumably with the [b]extremely lucky[/b] Lucas. Her arms were wrapped around his chest and she was somewhat buzzed off Tequila. "Damn...that was...great." She slurred a bit, cuddling with Lucas.
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[i]Lucas cuddled back with Chloanne, his own arms gently wrapped around her. His hazel brown eyes were currently closed gently, a deep and very much satisfied sigh coming from the communist. His breath smelt of vodka, and his body had an odor of sweat and.. other things. I'm trying to be realistic, okay? [/i] "And you were the best part," [i]Was his response, his own words slightly slurred as well - though he did know how to hold his booze. [/i]
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Chloanne shut her own eyes too, today was pretty good for her. But she'd have to figure out tomorrow... "Mm..thanks." She slowly drifted off to sleep, her clutches on Lucas loosening.
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[i]Luke gave Chloanne a loving squeeze, still holding her tightly with gentleness, so he wasn't squeezing her to death. [/i] "Goodnight, moya lyubov'.." [i]He whispered, the last two words being Russian - though he didn't tell Chloanne the meaning, for he drifted off soon after. [/i]
