Welcome to Hell.

-watches her descend into fits of giggles. A momentary pause and slight shrug before moving towards her-

You know, a cheap victory is still a victory for the record lovely. -side steps the explosion that occured when food and drink hit the floor- You can't take that away from me. P.T. Barnum told me so. -nods in agreement with himself-

- lowers himself next to her, always thrown off by realizing that while there wasn't an overwhelming size difference, it was enough to make him wonder why he took shit from her. Must be something about ankle biters and ability to drop one to their respective knees -
 
-her giggles slowed and hand waved allowing the fires of hell to clear the floor before she turned in her seat-

You do like your cheep thrills darlin'

-she grinned and slid her hand up his arm and shoulder to let her fingers play with the back of his neck. Her other hand grabbed his shirt and pulled him half onto her lap. With his head on her chest she stroked the exposed skin of his face and neck-

Anything else you care to bitch about?
 
-reflexively nuzzles into her touch, unable to resist that simple crackle that from basic intimate touch. He licked his lips, unable to turn away from such a setup -

The economy sucks, this election shits annoying and I don't have enough time to do anything major due to an overwhelming need to sleep. It's about the only thing on God's green earth that stops my sex drive

- gnaws his lower lip in frustration as he finished that sentence, the twitch he had been taking so much flack for would remain yet longer -
 
-her leg wrapped over his hip, pulling him more fully into her lap as hell's fire whisked away what was his shirt, and hers. She wanted to feel skin to skin as her hands stroked him in long sweeping lines-

well, you stay right here.... and sleep...
 
-his last words were a mumbled mess, lost mostly into the sudden bare flesh that his head and lips rested upon- Sounds good......

-Sleep. Quite, blissful sleep. Made that much better due to a warm body that was much more then just a prop. She was special. Whether he liked it or not. -
 
Drops in and selects her seat on a cozy couch and snaps her fingers for a stiff drink.
 
It's been a few days, so Noon drops back in. He slips around behind the bar to mix a drink for himself, hands whirling as he stirs it up. He takes his glass then strolls around, sipping on it thoughtfully. He's in a slightly bemused state, but feeling satisfied at having complete a pair of posts he'd been working on earlier.
 
He pops back in to prop his feet up and have a drink as he waits for sleep to come and claim him. He smiles to himself as he enjoys the warmth, his eyes flling halfway closed.
 
a voice from the Shadow

You, are Sooooo not tempting me into Hell acting all relaxed and nearly vulnerable!
 
While I've probably tempted a few people into hell, i agree, I am not tempting you, specifically. He grins, blankly, since there's no specific direction to address his smile. He lifts his drink in salute and takes another sip, considering listening to a bit of music until he grows sleepy enough for bed.

You are welcome to visit, of course. I promise I have no devious plans.
 
-gigggles, slowly emerging from nothing-

I'd hope I'm welcome to visit a thread I created.

-a smirk, eyeing him-

Though toying with a sleepy one is temptation enough.
 
Raises an eyebrow at her. Well, that follows clearly enough. Though, rightly, the issue is that I am NOT sleepy. He smirks playfully. If I were sleepy, there wouldn't be any need to keep myself entertained for the moment-I could merely go to sleep.

He chuckles and smiles at her, letting her eyes follow her playfully.
 
Noon listens to his headphones, listening to a bit of music as his eyes drift halfway shut. He glances down at his drink, deciding to finish it before he head out for the night.
 
Hell is hot. I realize as I walk through the door and down the tunnel, aiming for the much more pleasant corners of the refuge I'd been invited to. Too hot for slacks, bowlers, or a suit and tie. Still, appearance is everything as myself and the proprietor had spoken of not all that too distant of a past. My tie, even, stands out amongst the demons and fires that burn and hiss from here to there. It seems some sort of symbol, as they only eye me warily before continuing on their way. Finally, upon reaching the doors I enter and hear the unmistakable sound of a giggle.

Just what I'd been searching for, and a smirk takes my lips.

"A drink, please." I say to the nearest person who appears to work here, "It's hot as fuck in hell."
 
-a burst of flame and pale flesh steps from within, giggling as the over dressed one orders something to cool him off.-

Funny, It usualy only gets hotter.
 
Turning in the stool as my whiskey upon the rocks comes sliding down the bar I snag it, and sip as I stare. My brown eyes burn a hotter red even now as I just entered a place where I feel very, very much at home. "I do not believe I am at fault for that," I say as I feel eyes traveling over stylish form, "So much as a mutual friend of ours. Will you drink?"
 
Her small feet stepped upon the burning floor, one after the other till parting company with it in favor of dangling from a stool at the bar.

" OF course you are not solely to blame for the level of heat in Hell but you could become a contributor." Her fingers graced the bar top and in their wake a tequila sunrise rose from the surface. "Though I'm sure our friend might watch from time to time I don't think he actually intends to visit this branch." Lifting her glass she help it up and smiled before taking that first long sip. "Cheers."
 
In a small corner of hell, dark and uncommonly travelled, came a deep fog. The fog was localized and thicker than real fog. From the fog stepped a man in metal armor, dressed a bit like a knight. He started tgo feel the heat almost instantly and started to huff and puff as he walked. After a few corners turned and narrow passages taken, he came to what for all intents and appearances seemed to be a bar partially created from fire.
"Where the hell am I?" He asked of no one in particular, and took off his helmet to get a better look around.
 
Her small feet stepped upon the burning floor, one after the other till parting company with it in favor of dangling from a stool at the bar.

" OF course you are not solely to blame for the level of heat in Hell but you could become a contributor." Her fingers graced the bar top and in their wake a tequila sunrise rose from the surface. "Though I'm sure our friend might watch from time to time I don't think he actually intends to visit this branch." Lifting her glass she help it up and smiled before taking that first long sip. "Cheers."

"Cheers," I sip and take in this devilish vixen now that she is close. My type, for sure. They are all my type. The ones that can be fucked, want to be fucked, and will be fucked, shortly. Glancing over at the spot her drink had appeared from I point with my hand still wrapped my glass. "That's some mighty cool magic.. You know, I've a little magic of my own?"

Reaching over, I place a hand inside of her thigh and lock my eyes with hers.

Chuckling, "It didn't work, did it?" I ask with a wink.
 
Hazle eyes flicked from his, down his form to the hand warming the pale flesh of her thigh simply by being here. They flicked back up to his, her grin shown there before it tugged the corners of her mouth. "If you mean you proved you can hold a drink and grope a thigh? Then sure, it worked... I wonder, though, if it should have been followed by 'Ta-da'?"
 
"I'm not that kind of magician," I reply with a snort, and finishing the rest of my drink.

"I'm in a rather devilish mood today," Pausing for a cheeky grin, I ask, "How about yourself?"
 
*The Fish pops into Hell to get cool. Yep....cool. It's gonna be 38C here and that's way too hot for a Fish*

Hi Nina

*Then he zips back out again*

Bye Nina
 
"I'm not that kind of magician," I reply with a snort, and finishing the rest of my drink.

"I'm in a rather devilish mood today," Pausing for a cheeky grin, I ask, "How about yourself?"
Giggling she let the condensation drip from her glass down to his hand in her lap.
"I can see that but when arn't you in a devilish mood?" She asked with her giggle still present in her voice. "Me... I'm good, mellow in a calm before the storm kind of way."
*The Fish pops into Hell to get cool. Yep....cool. It's gonna be 38C here and that's way too hot for a Fish*

Hi Nina

*Then he zips back out again*

Bye Nina

Nearly laughing she watched what she though might have been a fish and she waved athim as he passed.
 
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