The Lounge's Summer Pool Party

*leans in to give another long tight hug. Pulling back while blinking a bit too rapidly. Giving a little sniffle.*

There must be pollen in the air.

*Smiling sheepishly before lifting my glass*

To friendship and to you , my lovely.
 
Smiles, sighing, having gotten pulled away for something. He fixes himself a quick Sprite & Tonic, garnishing with a lime. He drops in the ice belatedly, smiling as a bit of the beverage splashes out against his hand, leaning down to lick his finger for a second.

I'll drink to that. And I'm always happy to drink with two lovely ladies for company. He grins and raises his glass before tipping it back, and then looking to grab a seat.

Not that I don't find bare feet also worth a drink. Grins
 
I fear you may be down to one lovely lady for the moment. Hope that won't be an issue.
 
He winks over at TD and nods, taking another sip of his drink as he nods at her. Well, I've never complained about the company of a lovely lady, regardless. I'm sure Serps will be back before too long anyway.

He slides down onto a barstool at the end of the bar, close enough that he can slip back behind in case he's needed to fix more drinks.
It's good to see that you made it, though. Glad to see so many have come in to enjoy the party.
 
*Padding my way on my barefeet to the end of the bar and slipping onto the barstool next to you.*

It will be easy to talk and not need to shout if we sit closer together. *grins* Don't you think?

I am glad that I made it too! I've been away too long, I almost missed out entirely. I always love the little spaces and places Brit manages to carve out, she's got a real knack for it.
 
He smiles and nods at her as she pads over to him. Yes, good to conserve our voices. If there's something to shout about, we'll just save ourselves for that.

He leans over to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

And yes, Brit is a wonder, a true hostess here. It's nice to see her efforts rewarded. Stretches out his arms and legs for a second before taking another sip of his drink.

How are things going with you, lovely?
 
Oh! *A small girlish giggle escapes me as I lift my hand to my cheek. Flushing somewhat as I take a long sip of my drink.*

Things with me are good, I suppose. They could always be better, but all the same pretty good. *Shrugging my shoulders gently*

What about you? How have you been?
 
He smiles at her flushing cheeks, before he tilts back his beverage to finish it off. He sets his glass down softly. I've been pretty well. I was really busy for a while and not really around here, because when I do visit lit, it tends to turn into a bit of a time sink for me.

He chuckles and glances down at his drink.

But I have a bit of a break now, it being summer. I really should be looking to start threads. I'm peeking about to see if there are any writing opportunities I would be interested in.

He nods and then winks at her. Beyond that, just trying to enjoy time with friends and family when I get them.
 
Lit does seem to have that effect at times... it's either all or nothing. Happens to me all the time - when I mage to be here and my power company isn't being an idiot like it was for the last hour and a half.

*lifting my eyebrows with interest*

New threads are always good fun. What sort of threads do you usually go in for?
 
Studying her for a second as I sense her interest, seeing her eyes open up a bit wider as she looks at me. I shrug lightly and then reach over, brushing a hand against her shoulder for a moment as I consider my words.

Well, often in threads the setting is less significant than the story. Usually, my threads are geared toward letting me explore some darker aspects of my own character, letting wicked fantasies play out.

Nod thoughtfully. Perhaps in a Jungian sense I like to get in touch with my own shadow...no pun intended of course.

I chuckle softly. I just need to find something that in terms of pacing, works for me, but to have a partner that I know is going to share my interests and will keep me interested long enough to pursue it.

Nodding again as I give her shoulder a squeeze and then wink, slipping around behid the bar to start preparing another drink.
 
skips in, doesn't bother anybody as she goes directly to her corner
 
*wanders in, still wearing yesterday's clothes, bleeding from his knuckle and reeking like he spent the day carrying mattresses and desks in summer heat without a shower. He makes his way directly to the outdoor shower and adjusts the temperature until he's satisfied and strip completely naked, climbing in, hanging his towel and lathering.*

Hey Lit fam. How's everyone?

*runs head under water.*
 
*wanders in, still wearing yesterday's clothes, bleeding from his knuckle and reeking like he spent the day carrying mattresses and desks in summer heat without a shower. He makes his way directly to the outdoor shower and adjusts the temperature until he's satisfied and strip completely naked, climbing in, hanging his towel and lathering.*

Hey Lit fam. How's everyone?

*runs head under water.*

thinks Sharky shouldn't carry showers with a desk and mattresses because that's just too much!
 
thinks Sharky shouldn't carry showers with a desk and mattresses because that's just too much!

I'm all moved out now, I just needed to knock the stink off before hanging around civil society.

*peeks over the edge of the shower to smile at zy in her little hidey-hole.*
 
Studying her for a second as I sense her interest, seeing her eyes open up a bit wider as she looks at me. I shrug lightly and then reach over, brushing a hand against her shoulder for a moment as I consider my words.

Well, often in threads the setting is less significant than the story. Usually, my threads are geared toward letting me explore some darker aspects of my own character, letting wicked fantasies play out.

Nod thoughtfully. Perhaps in a Jungian sense I like to get in touch with my own shadow...no pun intended of course.

I chuckle softly. I just need to find something that in terms of pacing, works for me, but to have a partner that I know is going to share my interests and will keep me interested long enough to pursue it.

Nodding again as I give her shoulder a squeeze and then wink, slipping around behid the bar to start preparing another drink.

*glancing at your hand upon my shoulder*

I think I understand what you mean... I try to do that as well, though I've not yet managed it. I suppose I find it a dangerous thing to shine light on thoughts that dwell in the dark of my mind. *smiles wryly* Well most of the time anyway.

*wiggling my glass as i hold its rim between my thumb and forefinger.*

Would you be willing to make me another? *batting my eyelashes prettily*
 
He chuckles as he nods. Yes, I know. A lot of my darker fantasies have to do with issues of consent, and pushing that line, perhaps even breaking it completely...but not to the point that the other isn't having fun. I still need my partner/s to experience pleasure, even if it's purely masochistic style pleasure, else it gets too icky for me.

I also like storylines that venture into the field of corruption. Breaking down the soul of the virtuous, little piece by piece, until they completely surrender to their wanton and hedonistic nature.


Finding himself distracted as he speaks, dragging his eyes down her figure, before he notices the glass being offered to him. He smiles and tosses it into the sink to get her a fresh glass, pulling the topshelf vodka back out to mix up another cosmo. He mixes himself another Gin & Sprite, this time without the lemon garnish, in a tall glass. He spins around to slide the Sprite and cranberry juice back into the refrigerator before setting her drink back on the table.

Hmm, now, do I get a tip?

He leaans forward over the bar playfully, watching her as he takes a quick sip from his own drink before setting his glass down.
 
Creating formerly virtuous hedonists is quite a trick.

Feels far too familiar for comfort *the corners of my lips curving upwards* like something from a past or future life of mine.

*Leaning in to watch your movements as you mix our drinks. Grinning broadly at your question. Wrapping my fingers around the stem of my glass, then looking into its crystalline crimson colored depth.*

I suppose that depends... *Taking a slow sip of my drink before looking up at you.* Just what kind of a tip are you after?

* Lifting an eyebrow and biting my lower lip as I hold your gaze.*
 
Indeed. He raise a playful eyebrow at her as he watches her lips curving up into a smile, tilting his head thoughtfully. Perhaps I will eventually discover whether this is your past or future that we're talking about. He gives her a quick nods.

He leans in a little bit closer as she seems to consider his statement for a moment, though he senses the playfulness behind her hesitation. Well, I would point out that it's fairly typical for bartenders to be tipped at least 20%-more, if the patron is very generous. But then, since I'm giving you the drink for free, I was curious if I'm even entitled to anything.

He leans a little bit closer, watching her bite her lip nervously before he grins, his face pressing closer against hers, feeling the light flutter of her breath against his cheek as he watches her eyes...before he whispers softly. You should at least let me have a sip of your beverage.

He laughs as he slides around the be bar to return to his seat before scooping her cosmo and brazenly sipping from her glass, winking at her and setting it back down.
 
*Keeping as still as possible, though trembling slightly as you lean in close, my breath catching audibly. Staring open-mouthed in disbelief - though not quite sure what I was expecting or wanting to happen*

You're a dreadful dreadful tease. *squinting playfully at you as you come back around to reclaim your seat. Watching with feigned shock as you lift my glass to your lips*

Tsk tsk tsk ... *shaking my head from side to side in mock disapproval* Pity you chose to take that sip. Now you'll never know if I was inclined to be generous or perhaps even more than.

*Crossing my legs towards you and reaching for your glass before boldly taking a sip.*

Fair is fair...
 
He nods thoughtfully as he watches her taking a sip of his drink as her glass is placed back down on the bar. He gives her leg a little nudge with his own knee before he leans closer toward her again.

Well, fair is fair, after all. But then, whatever gave you the impression that I was inclined to play fair, anyway?

He smiles sweetly at her until she sets his glass down and then he nods. Then he reaches out to grab her by the hips suddenly, scooping her up and dragging her over to sit down tin his lap. He gives her a a playful smirk as he presses his lips against her cheek. Fair isn't very much fun, after all.

He pulls her hips down to settle against his as he rests his hands on her thighs, and then moves his lips down to drag softly against the side of her throat. And you know...I have ways to discover just how generous you were planning to be, anyway.
 
*Tipping my head back as I laugh perhaps a bit too heartily*

Funnily enough, you are not the first person to say that to me. I suppose I always hold out hope...

*Trailing off and letting out a loud squeal as you lift and pull me onto your lap. *

My, my, my... seems that gentlemanly inclination you had earlier is all gone now.

*Arching my neck and leaning back against your chest as your lips brush along my skin.*

Not that I'm complaining, mind you.

*Worrying my teeth at my lower lip again, and sighing softly*

I'm almost afraid to ask just what those ways are.
 
He laughs softly at her words as he pulls her hips down against his, squirming against her a little bit, playfully, as he nibbles at the skin of her neck. I assure you, my gentlemanly urges do have a fairly limited lifespan. Probably only a few hours at the most. I think you'd find me quite dull, otherwise.

He closes his eyes as a hand grips a thigh and lightly strokes it with his palm, playfully rocking his hips up against hers from underneath. his tongue softly drifts out to flick against her neck as he kisses it. But alas, it seems my darker impulses will have to be put off for a while as well. Despite the unimpeachably pleasant company, I think I need to head for my bed soon, and alone.

He sighs softly as his hand dips to the inside of her thigh and then trail up her leg, dangerously close to the junction of her thighs, finger dancing against her as he holds her hip still.

But perhaps we can discuss the various methods I might like to use some other time.

He leans up, past her neck, to give her a little kiss on the cheek before leans forward, and gently eases her off his lap.

I'll bid you good night, now.
 
Skips in lightly with a smile so wide it looks like it might split her face in two.

Warm hugs for those at the bar, and a goodnight kiss for Noon who looks to be leaving.


Why do I feel as if my ears have been burning?

She grins
 
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