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cottoncandy_bingo, I wrote a story about young Nur and Rose May visiting a strip club.
"Would you be able to tell me," Rose May began as they dodged through lustful crowds toward the quiet bar in the back of the club. "Why you decided this to be my distraction?"
"This doesn't distract you from Derek?" Nur gave a charming smile to a woman they walked by, who did not seem remotely impressed.
"I'm more worried I'll find him here and have to punch him, truthfully." Luckily, the crowds were too thick for her to be able to pick out anyone, even an ex-boyfriend who deserved a good old-fashioned ass-kicking.
"What, we still get to beat him up? I thought breaking up with him got him off of that hook."
"For cheating with me? With multiple women at once?" Rose May shook her head. "Had he been upfront about it, maybe. But -- straight whiskey, please, thank you -- he denied it and in the process may have given me some disease. So no. Punching still allowed."
"A disease? I thought you guys used condoms." Nur only had to smile at the bartender and he seemed to know what to make; Rose May wondered how many times exactly the vampire had frequented the place, and rummaged through her purse for coins for the drink.
"Do you really think a bit of an animal's skin can protect against everything? Especially the cheap ones? I'm surprised they didn't give me a disease instead." She finally found a dozen bronze coins, which absurdly were enough for the whiskey. Rose May did not know who made it, or with what, so long as it could get her a bit tipsy.
"Hey, it protects the sheep, doesn't it?" Nur slipped a silver over as the bartender handed her a drink that was definitely a bit more blood than alcohol. "I wouldn't worry much about it. You aren't knocked up with his kid, so they must have done something."
"Thank the Dragon." Rose May sipped at her whiskey; it tasted how she thought distilled urine may, but then again, she hadn't even paid a silver for it. "You didn't answer my question on why a strip club."
"That's because it should be obvious." Nur took a sip of her blood-booze, which was impressive considering ROse May usually saw her swig it. "You have a rough break up with an asshole, what better distraction than some hot men swinging their goods around?"
She almost choked on her whiskey, and then had difficulties getting her laughter out through the coughs. The bartender gave her such an offended look that she wondered if he had made the whiskey herself, and that only made her laugh harder. It took a few smacks on the back before she got the burning liquid out of her lungs, and by then Nur looked almost concerned; the little prick in Rose May's brain let her know that the vampire had taken a peak to make sure she wasn't actually going insane.
"I don't know if you have noticed," Rose May let out one last hack. "But I am much more of the romantic type. Less swinging of goods, more candlelit dinners."
"Then a good shag later?"
Thankfully she wasn't drinking that time. "Yes. Romantic overtures first, then the sex. Have to have some standards, unlike a certain someone I know."
"This once, I will not make any comments about where your standards have led you. But only this once." Nur smirked, turning her gaze back toward the stage; Rose May followed her gaze, and just as she suspected, undergarments were already being discarded. She wasn't expecting the frantic groping for and fighting over said garments, however.
"I never knew someone's used underwear was such a popular commodity." The longer she watched the show, the more she didn't mind the taste of her whiskey. If anything, it just made her want more, to better forget this night was even happening.
"Is it a scent thing? I always thought it was a scent thing." Nur's eyes were glued to the scene, though Rose May noticed that the vampire seemed more bemused and fascinated than aroused. "There goes someone's teeth."
"And there comes security." Rose May could not decide what was more impressive: that the bouncers were able to get through the crowd to the fighters without getting beaten up themselves, or that the dancers kept on performing their act without noticing there was a commotion. "I want to know where those dancers get their concentration. I could use it for studying."
"Why not ask?" The look on the vampire's face was absolutely wicked, and before Rose May had a chance to protest, or at least refill her drink, she felt twitches in her legs urging her to walk forward as the vampire skipped off; it was better to follow of her mostly free will, rather than be dragged along telepathically.
I'll post the whole thing later, but this was fun to write. IT was especially interesting because I used the Etymology dictionary for slang and words, so now the dialogue is slightly more authentic 1800s, though probably in subtle ways that you won't notice.
Now to play video games.
Tschuess.
cottoncandy_bingo, I wrote a story about young Nur and Rose May visiting a strip club."Would you be able to tell me," Rose May began as they dodged through lustful crowds toward the quiet bar in the back of the club. "Why you decided this to be my distraction?"
"This doesn't distract you from Derek?" Nur gave a charming smile to a woman they walked by, who did not seem remotely impressed.
"I'm more worried I'll find him here and have to punch him, truthfully." Luckily, the crowds were too thick for her to be able to pick out anyone, even an ex-boyfriend who deserved a good old-fashioned ass-kicking.
"What, we still get to beat him up? I thought breaking up with him got him off of that hook."
"For cheating with me? With multiple women at once?" Rose May shook her head. "Had he been upfront about it, maybe. But -- straight whiskey, please, thank you -- he denied it and in the process may have given me some disease. So no. Punching still allowed."
"A disease? I thought you guys used condoms." Nur only had to smile at the bartender and he seemed to know what to make; Rose May wondered how many times exactly the vampire had frequented the place, and rummaged through her purse for coins for the drink.
"Do you really think a bit of an animal's skin can protect against everything? Especially the cheap ones? I'm surprised they didn't give me a disease instead." She finally found a dozen bronze coins, which absurdly were enough for the whiskey. Rose May did not know who made it, or with what, so long as it could get her a bit tipsy.
"Hey, it protects the sheep, doesn't it?" Nur slipped a silver over as the bartender handed her a drink that was definitely a bit more blood than alcohol. "I wouldn't worry much about it. You aren't knocked up with his kid, so they must have done something."
"Thank the Dragon." Rose May sipped at her whiskey; it tasted how she thought distilled urine may, but then again, she hadn't even paid a silver for it. "You didn't answer my question on why a strip club."
"That's because it should be obvious." Nur took a sip of her blood-booze, which was impressive considering ROse May usually saw her swig it. "You have a rough break up with an asshole, what better distraction than some hot men swinging their goods around?"
She almost choked on her whiskey, and then had difficulties getting her laughter out through the coughs. The bartender gave her such an offended look that she wondered if he had made the whiskey herself, and that only made her laugh harder. It took a few smacks on the back before she got the burning liquid out of her lungs, and by then Nur looked almost concerned; the little prick in Rose May's brain let her know that the vampire had taken a peak to make sure she wasn't actually going insane.
"I don't know if you have noticed," Rose May let out one last hack. "But I am much more of the romantic type. Less swinging of goods, more candlelit dinners."
"Then a good shag later?"
Thankfully she wasn't drinking that time. "Yes. Romantic overtures first, then the sex. Have to have some standards, unlike a certain someone I know."
"This once, I will not make any comments about where your standards have led you. But only this once." Nur smirked, turning her gaze back toward the stage; Rose May followed her gaze, and just as she suspected, undergarments were already being discarded. She wasn't expecting the frantic groping for and fighting over said garments, however.
"I never knew someone's used underwear was such a popular commodity." The longer she watched the show, the more she didn't mind the taste of her whiskey. If anything, it just made her want more, to better forget this night was even happening.
"Is it a scent thing? I always thought it was a scent thing." Nur's eyes were glued to the scene, though Rose May noticed that the vampire seemed more bemused and fascinated than aroused. "There goes someone's teeth."
"And there comes security." Rose May could not decide what was more impressive: that the bouncers were able to get through the crowd to the fighters without getting beaten up themselves, or that the dancers kept on performing their act without noticing there was a commotion. "I want to know where those dancers get their concentration. I could use it for studying."
"Why not ask?" The look on the vampire's face was absolutely wicked, and before Rose May had a chance to protest, or at least refill her drink, she felt twitches in her legs urging her to walk forward as the vampire skipped off; it was better to follow of her mostly free will, rather than be dragged along telepathically.
I'll post the whole thing later, but this was fun to write. IT was especially interesting because I used the Etymology dictionary for slang and words, so now the dialogue is slightly more authentic 1800s, though probably in subtle ways that you won't notice.
Now to play video games.
Tschuess.
