Perdition-Last Chance [Open, but you MUST read the OOC before hopping in]

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The gaunt drifter called Milton appraised the vibrant redhead's draining of her glass with something akin to thirsty satisfaction. Unaccustomed to pronunciations, he tilted his head toward the familiar on his shoulder. Earl usually handles the niceties of conversation. He hasn't noted prior to this my fancying of the odd strand of fiery tresses.

He glanced down at the stack of cards between them on the coarse woodgrain tabletop. "Can them things tell you where I parked my deSoto?"

He turned then to the other lass, stared deeply, and studiously put all thought of cutlery from his mind. His arm slowly lifted. His hand reached out, steadied in front of her. His finger and thumb closed in a pinching motion, and a tiny bamboo umbrella took form there, resplendent in red crinoline bunting, a white 'swoosh' gracing its expanded canopy. "You can bury the hatchet anywhere you wish. Long knives always have purpose regardless."

 

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Darla chuckled, her red nails glinting as she picked up her martini and sipped again, pursing her lips a bit at the tartness. "Are you planning on going on a joyride here in Perdition? Maybe go to the drive-in theater?" She joked in a good-natured way as he turned to her.

His gaze was really intense, and she couldn't help but look away for a moment of relief, glancing at Raquel and her beautiful red hair. She couldn't blame the guy for being fond of it; after all, it was very alluring. Darla liked how the bright and conspicuous hair contrasted with the woman's nervous demeanor.

Her attention returned to him when she saw him reach out to her, seemingly requesting a little umbrella from the bar to give to her. She reached out hesitantly, grabbing it gently with her own index finger and thumb, her fingers brushing against his. Darla then twirled it in her fingers, contemplating what he might mean by that last sentence.

 

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Raquel couldn't help but smile at the question of the DeSoto. She gave no answer, she could tell when she was being teased.

The glance that Darla gave her wasn't lost on her. Her smile widened just a little as she noticed Darla's eyes lingered on her hair.

She watched their interaction with each other, ever needing to know how others reacted to the little things in life.
"A movie," She sighed, "That's one of those weird things to miss, a drive-in. I used to love going there." She looked between them, but Darla held her attention just a little longer, "Your own personal theatre with a date." She licked her lips, tasting the leftover scotch still clinging to them, for a moment looking like she meant to seduce her, "The windows steaming up..."
The nervous energy settled back in and she looked away, blushing. She'd been married, sure, and to a man's man at that, but though she'd never really pursued, she also found herself attracted to lovely women.

And a beautiful one now sat in front of her...

Granted, there also was a man, but he was also easy on the eyes.
Raquel picked up her tarot cards and began to idly shuffle them under the table, mildly alarmed at the thoughts beginning to form.

 

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The words seemed to slide seductively off the woman’s tongue, and Darla couldn’t help but imagine the two of them in a drive in theater. Raquel would be leaning back in her seat as Darla opened her legs wide, her hot breath being felt on her thighs.

She shivered as she watched her lick her lips; she wanted those lips, and it almost seemed like the other woman might be interested. Her fingers twirled the little umbrella faster as she decided to test this theory.

Another apple martini appeared and Darla pushed it across the table gently to the red-haired beauty. She then scooted over in the booth so that they were right next to each other, putting the little umbrella in the drink as a decoration. “Have you ever tried these? They’re delicious.” She offered the drink to her by sliding it just a bit more. At the same time, her hand underneath the table found the woman’s leg, starting to gently rub her thigh. Her eyes watched Raquel closely, trying to gauge whether her advances were unwanted.

 

[sexygurrl]

She set her cards down and held the stem of the martini glass between her thumb, index, and middle finger. She shook her head, "Never, but I've always believed in trying something at least once." She took a sip and the tartness of it surprised it. Her lips puckered, "That's… yummy."

The next surprise was Darla's hand on her thigh. Her eyes widened, and her breath caught in her throat. Her heart both skipped a beat and picked up the pace. Raquel blinked rapidly at Darla's advances but did not move away. Her scent, she noticed, was intoxicating.

She glided her fingers over Darla's hand and wrist. She took the little umbrella and swirled the drink slowly with it, watching her… Half wondering if the drifter watched them both and what he might be thinking, half not really caring that she now stood out more than she had in months.

 

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Milton saw the steamy concoction of lust brewing between the two and gave a glance at Earl. The owl stared back with impassive wide eyes, made clicking noises with his beak, and then fluttered from his shoulders to a tankard of Guinness which materialized the next table over.

Milton grunted, arose, and with an ease he hadn't experienced since the contagion of yesterday, sloped off to the red-head's back and slipped his fingers into her mane, fingers sinking deep into their luxurious depth, dragging along her scalp as she dallied with the wench.

Or was dallied by the lovely lass. The drifter was a habitual admirer of grace and beauty in spare circumstances. He still held fondly the memory of leaning back into the crushed velvet upholstery of his land yacht, one hand around a bottle of malt liquor, the other busily occupied with an ardent student of film and filth. A shadow of a grim grin slid from his face as his fingers coaxed more ardently in this lovely scalp and nodded encouragingly at the subtle insinuations of her seducer.

Yippi ki yay.

 

[Poprockz]

Darla’s eyes shifted to him as he scooted over to the redhead as well and gently put his fingers in her hair, nodding in Darla’s direction. She smirked. It seemed he wanted a slice of the delicious dessert sitting between them. While Darla had a voracious appetite, she didn’t mind sharing.

Looking back at Raquel, she playfully unbuttoned the top button of her pants. Though she did this, her hand did not lower the zipper, instead going back to her thigh. She didn’t want to just shove her hand down Raquel’s pants-that would be no fun. Darla desired her to be wet and wanting before her hands graced the inside of her clothes to seek something more. The unbuttoning was a tease, a promise of what she would do if given the chance.

She leaned forward so that her mouth was an inch from her ear, her soft lips moving as her hot breath could be felt, “that’s a good attitude to have... you never know what you might like, what makes you sing unless you’re willing to put yourself into that vulnerable position of not knowing the outcome... Don’t you think so?” As she said that, her fingers paused mere centimeters from the redhead’s warm groin, resuming her thigh-rubbing a moment later.

 

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Milton's fingers in her hair caused the soft bun at the nape of her neck to become undone. She purred at the massage.

"I think so, yessss...." Her back arched ever so slightly, causing her face to come up just a little closer to Darla's neck. She felt warm getting warmer and wet getting wetter. This was new too, having two people lavish attention on her in this manner.

Her right hand on Darla's wrist lightly ran up her arm and rested on her shoulder. She leaned even closer to Darla and her plump, soft, inviting lips planted a row of gentle kisses from her neck to her jaw and back down her neck again.

All the while, she tried to keep her patience and not shift herself so that Darla's hand fell between her legs. She'd be good and wait, knowing that when Darla finally gave her what she wanted she'd enjoy it that much more.

Not wanting to seem like she was forgetting Milton, she reached behind her with her left hand and gently kneaded his leg.

 

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The Blonde woman sighed and closed her eyes for a moment as she felt Raquel's gentle lips trailing up and down her neck, the woman's hand on her shoulder now. She missed the intimacy that she had experienced in life with the women and men she courted. Most of the people in Perdition were either too depressed, angry, or dangerous to get close to like this.

Her fingers lightly gripped Raquel's zipper and slowly brought it down all the way. She could tell that Raquel wanted to be touched, but she decided she would hold off just a bit longer. Her left hand went to the the woman's chin and she lifted her chin to look at her. She then leaned in, kissing each of her cheeks before letting their lips meet, giving the redhead a soft kiss for a moment or two. Pulling away, she murmured, "Mm... Your skin is so warm... Let me help you cool down." She then moved her mouth to the woman's earlobe, sucking on it playfully.

A glass of ice cubes appeared on the table and Darla reached out to take one, her ruby-red nails contrasting with the clear ice. Her right hand now slipped under Raquel's sweatshirt, letting the cold ice trail on the woman's hot skin as she went, little droplets of cool water running down her skin from the melting ice. Her other hand traveled up her sweatshirt around the back to unclasp the woman's bra with expertise, having done so many times before. The ice cube melted before long, and she had to grab another. This one traveled straight to her breasts, moving along the plump mounds teasingly until she got to one of her nipples and swirled the ice around her hidden rosebud.

 

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The drifter continued to softly knead the responsive redhead's scalp as her hair tumbled free and her neck languidly flexed to intimately engage with the ardently teasing blonde. He gave a low whistle when the ice appeared, recognizing that she meant business indeed. He bent low, inhaling the fragrance of red's locks.

He recognized the expert manipulation of the blonde temptress's hand hidden under the tarot reader's top at her back, and muttered into the ear that wasn't being nibbled "aye, love, you are so fucking in for it with this one."

His fingers still wrapped in her tresses, he nibbled that ear, even as his hand lifted hers, and placed it upon the blonde's chest as muttered encouragement into her ear. The hand on his thigh was most welcome.

 

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Raquel shivered lightly at the rivulets of cool water running down her skin. She felt her bra loosen around her bust, her breasts fell free. She shimmied her shoulders just a little to shift the bra out of the way, the band rode up to just above her nipples.

Her pink little nipple responded well to the ice Darla swirled around it. It stood at attention, straining towards the person teasing it, actually aching to be touched. The other one, jealous of the attention, began to harden.

She felt her hand being moved and landed on Darla's chest over her clothes. She gently began to caress and squeeze. Clumsy, but gentle and enthusiastic.
Raquel tried to make Darla feel the way she was feeling.

"aye, love, you are zo fucking in for it with this one."

A soft, but nervous giggle left her at Milton's comment. She was indeed letting herself be more vulnerable than she had ever been in this life and the past one.

She gasped when Milton began to nibble on her other ear. Her hand continued to rub his thigh, reminding him he wasn't forgotten. She began to move it up towards his groin.

 

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She heard Milton’s comment and smirked. Raquel was indeed in for a very interesting night. The hand now on her breast felt as though she had never fondled a woman before, but she didn’t mind. In fact, her eagerness pleased Darla greatly. However, she wasn’t as concerned about getting herself off right now since there would be plenty of time for that later when she brought the lovely woman and the quiet duster back to her place, should they accept the invitation.

“Maybe after this, you can come to my room to find out what a woman’s tongue feels like...” she whispered in her ear softly. Her gaze shifted to Milton over Raquel’s shoulder and she gave him a playful half-smile. “I’d wager you already know what a woman’s tongue feels like on your nethers, but I would be happy to remind you as well if you wanted to come back with us to play.” She left the invitation open to them, aware of the possibility that either of them might decline. If that was the case, she would simply have to think of them when touching herself and playing with her collection of toys.

When the ice finally melted in her hand, she moved her cool fingers to her neglected nipple, rolling it between her thumb and index finger and pinching it gently. When she was satisfied, she removed that hand out from under her sweatshirt and slipped her left hand up in to do the same with her wet nipple.

Her right and gently traced her fingertips downward on her body until she reached her groin. Darla’s hand continued, slipping into the woman’s underwear to find the wetness between her legs. Her petals were slick with her nectar, and Darla simply rubbed them for a moment, getting her fingers nice and coated. She then retreated, taking her hand out and up, looking Raquel in the eye as she grinned and spread her fingers so that all three of them could see the fluids stretch between them in wet strands.

“Mmm... I like it when a girl is practically dripping...”

 

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The drifter found himself entranced with the enticing dance of teasiing manipulation the adept blonde insinuated upon her prey. His teeth closed upon the lobe, releasing to murmur soft growling encouragements in that ear as her neck languidly gave way to her body's revelment in the sordid public encounter.

His eyes flickered at the temptress's generous offer to share her room, her prey, her artful tongue with him. He'd come back to Perdition innumerable times yet did not recall such generosity. His nethers, reflexively swelling at the redhead's appreciative coaxing were finding his trousers somewhat constraining. His grunt into the redhead's ear was his attempt at grateful assent. Niceties were rather foreign to one such as he and the grim paths he had meandered.

Earl, for the moment, seemed to have lost his interest in wetting his whistle nearby, keenly watching the tableau of lust escalating before him.

What the knife-bedeviled wench had tempted in the way of sword-swallowing was incomparable in Milton's reckoning with the drifter's parched thirst he himself suffered. Thee relief he longed for he would taste at the juncture of either of the fillys' thighs, had he the opportunity.

He grinned at red's shifting as she shrugged herself from the undergarment fettering her considerable breasts, and encouraged her "That's right, little miss. Let yourself float. You're obviously in good hands...."

Milton's practised nose detected arousal in the air as surely as he could smell an oasis beyond the next sand dune. When the knifing fingers of the blonde pulled away from red's sodden withers, his thought was of something other than water. "Give the tarot wench a taste of her own medicine."

From nearby, Earl cocked his wide eyes at the sultry display. "fucking A" he remarked.

 

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Darla grinned at his suggestion; perhaps he was kinkier than she had first assumed. Being that Raquel seemed somewhat nervous, she didn’t simply want to make her lick her own juices off her fingers. She feared that maybe Raquel wouldn’t find it very appealing. That being said, Darla still wanted her to taste it, so she brought her fingers toward herself and started licking them, gathering the juices with her tongue.

When her fingers were relatively clean, she winked at Milton and kissed Raquel softly at first, her left hand moving to cup her face softly. Her tongue then deftly slipped it’s way into her mouth, beginning to swirl her tongue around the other woman’s. As her hand moved to the back of her neck, she deepened the kiss, rolling her tongue against hers and sharing the taste of her arousal mixed with the tart apple flavor of her martini still upon her lips. The kiss was slow, measured, and gentle. Darla letting out a soft “mmm...” as she continued her sensual exchange.

 

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Her husband loved kissing her after going down on her all the time, so she knew what she tasted like. The only differences she had noticed was that Darla made the kiss seem sweeter, more sensual.

As they kissed, Raquel's hands slithered under Darla's blouse. Her fingers delicately traced up and down her sides slowly. She tried to savor the moment, tease Darla a little instead of jumping straight to it.

Her hands eventually found Darla's luscious breasts and she cupped them, her thumbs running over the fabric of the bra. She coaxed her nipples to harden, much less clumsy.

Not once did Raquel dislodge her lips from Darla's own.

 

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Darla intensified the kiss a little, pushing her back against the drifter who sat behind her. Her mouth got ahold of one of her lips and she sucked on it, gently pulling it before releasing it and pressing her lips against the delicious redhead. It was like she couldn’t bear to be away from her tongue for more than a couple seconds.

The way Raquel’s hands touched her sides made her shiver for a moment, wondering if she would stay there or explore further. She was delighted when the soft hands moved up to her bra and rubbed against her nipples. “Yes...” She breathed with desire, her mouth only pausing the kiss long enough to let Raquel know that she liked where she was going.

The hand not currently caressing the redhead reached back over the glass of ice, rubbing the ice on her abdomen, getting ever closer to her pussy. When it was about a third of its original size, she got a wicked idea. Her hand took the ice and moved it down to Raquel’s pussy, gently inserting it inside her.

 

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Milton felt an electric buzz of arousal as Raquel slumped in pleasure against his rangy chest as Darla savored her lips. He licked his parted lips at the thought of the delectable flavors the two temptress were sharing.

He brought both hands down to Raquel's waist and his fingertips glided upward to draw beneath her round orbs and lift and support them, directing the lass's firm npples toward the press of Darla's ardent efforts.

"Thatagirl" he murmured into her ear.

 

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Something began to change in the atmosphere of Perdition.

Outside, with what begin as a regular drizzle, soon turned into rain so heavy that anyone who happened to be out in it would get soaked in a matter of mere seconds. The wind swiftly kicked up and blew through broken windows, against cobbled walls, and caused doors that were just barely propped on rusted hinges to crash hard against their frames.

Inside the bar, things were a little bit different.

The soft music from the jukebox in the corner did enough to cover the sound of the howling wind outside, but overhead the lights begin to flicker and dim. The warm ambient temperature dropped, and while not enough to cause vapor from a hot breathe, it was definitely enough to send gooseflesh crawling up everyone's arms.

Something behind the bar begin to make a strange high pitched hum. Then...

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The mirrors that lined the back of the bar began to explode in a shower of flying glass, one after the other, and anyone standing too close would be hit with multiple pieces of shrapnel. Glasses began flying off the shelf and crashing to the floor. Rags, plates, and already served drinks seem to be set loose from the law of gravity as they suddenly float up into the air. All around the patrons reality seems to begin to break.

Strange noises and senses suddenly mingle with the shattering glass. Colors become sounds, sounds become taste, and taste becomes feeling sharp swings in temperature. Every cell in the body seems to suddenly want to break away, pulling and pushing and feeling the strange buzz and hum of something...beyond.

In the last memory of time as it is still understandable, just before the world goes cold, dark, and drops to a senseless oblivion, every soul in Perdition feels themselves suddenly scatter in every possible which way. Not ripped apart, but rather as if each fiber of their being realizes it has an energy of it's own. Each one comprehending this; understanding it both dependant and independently of each other, and then choosing to leave the woven blanket that once made them a whole being.

Then...just like that...it was over.

Everyone finds themselves in a different area of Perdition. Whole, well. As if nothing at all had happened.

For those still inside the bar, they would find no broken glass or dead bodies, no cold atmosphere or dimmed lights, and the music on the jukebox has simply switched over to a new track.

 

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Darla blinked in shock, finding herself suddenly laying on the roof of the bar. Her panties were soaked and she found herself a bit sexually frustrated. Just when things had been heating up between herself and the woman, with the drifter making it more erotic, she had been pitched onto the roof. The woman sat up and looked out at the Endless grounds of Perdition, noticing that a lot of people were milling about to get their bearings, just as confused as she was.

That, at least, was a bit comforting. It would have been unfair for her to be the only piece of salad that was tossed around. Her eyes travelled down to the ground and she contemplated a new problem: how to get down. Of course she could simply jump down and be respawned by the place, but it was a long way down and seemed like a painful way to go.

She got up onto her feet, carefully walking on the roof to see if there was a ladder either on the side, or down into the establishment. It was more than likely that the other two were gone, but after being denied such a good time in this boring, grey existence, she needed a drink.

 

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Drip. Drip. Drip

A stream of water down the back of his neck, having had pooled, and then finally spilling over his oiled hat. It woke him almost instantly and he instinctually grabbed at his skin to wipe the offending liquid off. He looked around himself, bleary eyed and trying to gain his bearings.

He was in some kind of old abandoned building, dull stormy light pouring in through a half boarded window. He sneezed, took his hat off to shake the excess water from it, then stood to look around. It wasn't until he glanced down and saw the tattered and blood soaked remains of his white shirt, that he remembered the night before.

Breaking and entering, taking a metal bat to the home owners head, missing, and then...and then?

He rubbed his brow, closing his eyes and feeling his stomach with his other hand. An open, tattered shirt. Blood. But no wound? Hadn't he been shot? He remembered the ear shattering boom of a shotgun, felt the pain radiate throughout his chest. Then,

"Lights out" he mumbled, opening his eyes and looking around again.

Had he dreamt it? No. He wasn't where he had been. Someone had taken him here, to this abandoned building-perhaps thinking him dead.

"But then where the fuck?.."

Voices outside drew his attention, so he stepped up to the window and peered out, on the defensive. What he saw confused him more than the building he currently found himself in.

He saw people milling around, some looking confused, but most just looking disgruntled and angry. Many of them were heading back towards a building, a bar he noticed. They were wearing all kind of clothes though-some normal modern day clothing that he was used to seeing, but some in quite...odd? Old fashioned? Choices. Was there some kind of gun show or or fair going on?

He didn't know. All he knew was that he was dirty, thirsty, and needed to clear his head.

Swatting the dirt off his jeans and buttoning up his leather jacket, he makes himself as presentable as he can before heading out the opening where once there was a door.

From her view up top on the roof, if she happened to notice, Darla would see a young man walk out from one of the building. A cowboy infact, made noticable by his somewhat pale hands re-adjusting his black hat and yanking his leather coat down. Perhaps he was a real gentleman as well and could help her off that roof?

 

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“Shit!” She muttered, having circled the roof and not found a single way off. It seemed like her only choice would be to take the dive and experience a gruesome demise before her rebirth. The idea of feeling her skull crack open was awful to say the least, but there didn’t seem to be any alternative.

The woman shuffled to the edge of the roof and looked down, seeing people starting to file back into the bar. Her eyes lit up as she realized that she didn’t have to jump, she could just wait for help. Maybe someone she knew would pass by and she could get them to toss her a rope.

“Hey! Does anybody have a rope?” A couple people glanced up at her. One or two of them shook their head, while a few looked at her with sympathy before passing by.

“I’m stuck! I-I just need to... please? For fuck’s sake people!” Darla had reached the point of exasperation and frustration as people continued to ignore her plight. Her gaze rested on the man with the black hat who looked rather damp for some reason,

“Hey you! Cowboy. Mr. black hat! Do you have a rope?” She looked hopefully at him from the edge of the roof, her shiny red nails glinting in the dim light.

 

[Drobabes]

He heard her asking for help as we walked up to the tall building, and watching the other peoples reactions to her gave him a strange sort of feeling. Partly anger at their reaction, who in the world just ignores someone when they are asking for help?, but also a little bit cautious paranoia. Why were they ignoring her?

“Hey you! Cowboy. Mr. black hat! Do you have a rope?”

He tilted his hat back on his head to stare up at her with chocolate brown eyes, and instantly the strange feeling was forgotten. She was gorgeous- a real lady. There was no way normal people would just ignore a women like that. Maybe this was a type of a show being put on, and this was part of the act?

"No mam," he spoke, clearly and loudly so she could hear him over the now softer rain.

"But I reckon I could find us a ladder and help you down so you don't have to dirty your pretty self on all this mud."

It wasn't a real accent-he had never even been to the south, but it was a favourite pass time of his to practice the role he lived because he was a real ranch hand. And besides, the ladies always ate it up and his boyish side just loved that.

He immediately starts to look around for a ladder, finds a long metal one propped against an old stack of crumbled bricks, and brings it over to where she is leaning over. He props it up firmly and grips the bottom with both hands.

"Be careful on the way down, miss, that rain might make things a little slick"

 

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When she had called out to him, she had half-expected him to keep walking. For this reason, she was a bit surprised that not only had he answered, but also he was going to help her down. She smiled down at him, her blue eyes meeting his brown ones. From where she stood, he looked quite handsome, especially with the cowboy look.

Darla loved the way he spoke, his accent once again earning him points with a woman. He seemed like a real gentleman, certainly not what she expected here in Perdition. The very fact that he was so helpful made her wonder what he had done to deserve ending up in a place like this. In any case, she was just grateful to be given a helping hand.

“Thank you!” She called down to him, watching him look around for a ladder. When he found one and steadied it against the roof, she nodded at his warning and tentatively put her black high-heeled shoe down on the first wrung. Darla then slowly made her way down, her blond hair swaying back and forth as she did so. As she moved, her black slacks would showcase her round ass, giving him a nice view as he waited.

It was definitely slippery, and she almost slipped a couple times, but she was able to make her way to the bottom without incident. Her shoes lighted down into the mud and she turned around to get a better look at him. Having been holding the ladder, his arms were on either side of her, and his body was fairly close. He was just as handsome, if not more when she was in front of him

“Thank you for helping me out. I know I technically could have jumped, but it’s never fun to go through something like that, you know? My name is Darla, by the way.” Her blue eyes looked at him warmly.

 

[Drobabes]

An ever so light blush had creeped onto his sun tanned cheeks from realizing he had been staring just a few seconds past politeness at her ass as she came down, so he took a step back from the ladder to give her some personal space.

"I know I technically could have jumped, but it’s never fun to go through something like that, you know?"

His eyes went a little wide as he looked from her and back to the roof.

"Mam, unless you have some kind of super power, that's an awful long job. It could easily break your back, or worse."

"My name is Darla, by the way."

A wide smile lights his face as he offers her a warm calloused hand.

"Tobius, but I prefer Toby. Tobius always seems to intimidate some folks. If you don't mind me asking, what were you doing up on that roof? It certainly ain't a day for sunbathing."

He turns towards the bar, hoping to lead them both out of the rain, but not before he peels his jacket off and offers it to her for protection. He seems to be so captivated by her that he has completely forgotten about the giant, blood stained hole in his shirt, and why he originally buttoned it up.

 

[Poprockz]

She chuckled at his little joke, Finding it funny the way he was acting like there was something worse than becoming a broken mess before fading away to be resurrected. He seemed to have a sense of humor, and she always liked that in the company she kept.

When he offered his hand, she took it with her own soft hand. Not a callous could be found, having done no hard physical labor. In fact, her hands were very smooth to the touch from having been a firm believer in hand lotion when she was in college. In life, she had always loved going to the shops every now and then and buying herself some hand lotion, bath fizzies, or bath oils.

Darla laughed and accepted his jacket. She considered herself to be an independent lady that didn’t need to be given any chivalrous gestures, but her white blouse was a bit damp and she would prefer to keep the vision of her bra to herself for the most part. The jacket was draped around her shoulders and pulled loosely closed. It has difficult to walk in the mud in those heels without either losing her shoes or slipping, so she was mostly concentrating on that as they slowly made their way to the bar.

“Oh, no sunbathing for me- I like to keep my pale complexion. As for why I was up there, I think the place just put me there when it shuffled all of us around. I was in the bar, having a good time, when everything just went upside-down. Honestly, this place seems boring and monotonous, but I think it likes to shake things up every now and then to keep us on our toes. We’re hopefully not staying here forever, after all.”