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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jul 13, 2011 20:04:14 GMT -5
Why, Josh was just full of surprises. He seemed opposed to the idea of streaking. Now, she didn’t encourage it but when her friends had done it before, she held their clothes and bid them a lovely trip around the neighborhood. So when Josh disagreed, she was ready to back down immediately. Why push someone into something they didn’t want to do? Nell nodded, even though she’d never had trouble before with the police. ”The fuzz doesn’t take kindly to streaking, I don’t think.” Public nudity was a crime she didn’t want to commit any time soon. She had too many already… When his friend winked at her, she merely sent him an aside glance with her eyebrow raised. Nell really didn’t find him cute or anything, and flirting back would mean taking advantage of him. ”If Dale doesn’t want to do it, he doesn’t have to,” she said, slipping into the usage of his last name for his benefit.
His angry made her worried, as it always did, especially when he was drunk. Because he wasn’t sure if angry drunk and friendly drunk meshed together or not. But there was no further confrontation as the guy backed down from the challenge. She almost felt sorry for him, but they were both buzzed so it wouldn’t much matter in the end. Unfortunately, she’d seen a few bar fights, and they weren’t pretty. He then actually suggested strip poker. So public indecency was the problem, but private indecency was a-okay? “Strip poker, hmm?” she said as if considering, shuffling the deck. Nell really didn’t want to have to strip too far—she was very self-conscious about her body and all the psychological and physical scarring from her mother. But she was also cocky when it came to cards.
”Is there a testosterone leak in here or something?” she asked when another challenge arose. Boys will be boys, she knew. And boys will hit on chicks with another wink, it seemed. She kind of understood the guy—after all, who wanted it to be a sausagefest? Nell gave an exaggerated wink back in an almost mocking way, saying, ”’Course I'm in. Though I won’t be the one losing, unfortunately for you. Did you wear your best undies tonight?” Big talk, but she knew how well she could back it up. Especially since she was sober. Making a bridge out of the cards, she said, ”I’ll deal. So what’ll it be, boys? Texas Hold ‘Em, Omaha, Seven-Card Stud?” Nell grinned as she said this, revealing her inner-cardshark.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jul 13, 2011 21:06:21 GMT -5
Joshua shot a glance of silent thanks over to Nell when she called him by his last name, glad that she was playing along even though it wasn't likely that she understood. Poor girl knew almost nothing about him other than the rough details of a lifestyle and so she had no way of understanding his strange issues and how dangerous it would be to get in trouble with the law. Though he was over eighteen and thus not under his parents official guardianship any more, well... try telling that to Donovan. And Josh wouldn't be likely to oppose his father for very long. If Don demanded that Josh get his ass home, Josh would go. And probably get a nice red mark across his face in commemoration of the argument that would follow. Maybe worse.
He arched an eyebrow at Nell's confidence, surprised. Well, he was pretty cool with the idea himself. He was quite good at poker and since he was drunk his poker face was practically the default grin even if he was losing. He figured he stood a chance, so he said, "Boxers or briefs?" and grinned at the boy sitting with them. "You don't have to tell me, I think we'll find out soon enough." The male glowered him down as if he were about to go all charging-bull, but it seemed that Joshua had calmed down. Alcohol dulled his senses enough that he wasn't going to fly into blind rages and stay in them, at least not for now. He certainly got angry, but he was too buzzed to be furious and yet not drunk enough to possess the sort of anger he'd exhibited when he'd threatened to shank Nell in an alleyway. Good times...
"Let's go with Texas Hold 'Em," Josh shrugged, simply because it was the one he was most familiar with and thus most comfortable with playing drunk.
Nell turned out to be just as good at cards as she'd bragged about being, but Joshua was still doing a pretty good job of holding his own. The first thing to go was a bracelet around his wrist he realised that he'd forgotten to take off as he usually did when coming to these parties--his little sister had made it for him in bright rainbow colours and everything. A lot of guys might get embarrassed about things like that, but Josh loved his Belle enough that he didn't give a shit. "Pff, your girlfriend make you wear that?" the boy teased, cocky even though he'd lost both shoes and a sock already. "Fuck you," Josh said, growing more irritated with him by the second. "It was my sister, asshole." Nell had met the little girl, she knew what she was like and wouldn't judge him, right?
When the time came to pull off his shirt, however--curse his lack of clothing!--Joshua hesitated. He had vicious scars marking his chest and stomach, and his self-consciousness momentarily plagued him. If he was sober he probably would have called it quits right here and now. But he was drunk as a skunk, so it was pretty easy to convince himself that it wouldn't matter. Pulling his shirt over his head, he tossed it casually with his discarded jacket. Of course, even with the other boy in an intoxicated haze he managed to stare at the scarring. Joshua clenched his jaw tightly. "Make your move, asshole," he snapped, and so he did. Leaving him down to his underwear.
"Well, Nell, I think we're winning..."
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Jul 14, 2011 11:32:33 GMT -5
This poor guy was being ganged up on. She didn’t really know whether Josh was good or not sober, and had to call into question how well he’d play smashed. Yep, definite testosterone leak. Truthfully, the only satisfaction she’d get from seeing him in his underwear would be for shits and giggles.
She nodded when Josh chose Texas Hold’em, and dealt out the cards. She wondered if she should actually be working at a Vegas casino, it’d be something she’s good at. Always been good at—put a deck or a board in front of her, and she swept the floor. Josh wasn’t too bad himself, which was very surprising to the girl. First off was her fedora, and she was glad that it now had a new purpose to serve. She didn’t even care that she didn’t have a lot of jewelry—she didn’t need it. But Josh did have jewelry, a bracelet she’d never noticed before. One of those bead ones that kids usually played around with. Her poker face softened into a smile. Nell thought it was sweet, but she wouldn’t say it out loud. ”A shame that Dale has more to remove than you,” she said offhandedly. ”But I don’t think he’ll need it.” It was her way of sticking up for the intoxicated Fire graduate. And it was shaping up to be the truth.
Nell made sure not to look when he took off his shirt, out of respect for the scars she knew were there. She had a feeling he didn’t like people looking at them. Which was why at that moment she thanked the lords she layered—the band shirt she was wearing now would not being coming off if she had anything to do about it. Oddly enough, it wasn’t the fact that she was with two males that bothered her—it was the scars. Which is why she very much understood Josh, even though he didn’t know how much. And why she greatly disliked the drunk fool for steering all his hazy attention toward Josh’s torso.
Nell grinned rather wickedly at the poor guy now down to his undies. ”I think we are,” she agreed with Josh, wiggling her bare toes as she eyed the guy. ”Is it cold in here?” Now she was just being inappropriate, but no one said she couldn’t tease. She still had her fun at parties even when she was stone-cold sober. ”We may just have to send you streaking anyway…” Of course if he argued too much against it, but she really wanted someone to go running around the neighborhood in their birthday suit. Especially someone drunk.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Jul 14, 2011 20:26:23 GMT -5
Joshua was surprised that Nell was sticking up for him, but nevertheless smug and glad for the support. He grinned lazily at her and glanced down at his hand, expression revealing nothing involving the cards that were resting there. Perhaps the fact that he was usually stoic and emotionless in every day life amounted to the fact that he was very hard to read. The only difference was that when he was drunk and in a good mood, he was always smiling as opposed to scowling. Even when he got a bad hand, really. He was enjoying this party, and surprisingly Nell's company as well. He wouldn't have assumed she was any fun at a party--especially when she wasn't drinking--but as it turned out, he was really quite wrong on the matter.
He snickered when she trolled the poor guy. "I think it is," he grinned. The boy glared at them both, but Joshua was bathing in his confidence considering he hadn't lost and been forced to strip off his boxers in front of the two. Nell suggested they make the guy streak, and with this Joshua was incredibly fine. As long as it wasn't he who had the chances of being arrested for public indecency, he really didn't care. "Well, man, you said you'd do it," he pointed it out with an arch of his eyebrows. It was true, this asshole had bragged and made fun of Josh for not being up for it. "Gonna back down now?" If looks could kill, Josh would be dead right about now, but all he did was shoot a smile toward his now apparent enemy. "Fine," the boy snapped. "Let's go outside."
[Thread end Y/Y? xD]
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