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[teetheyes]

Nice party. Still a lot of asskissing with no stripper in sight. Who knew those guys had it in them.

Private to the Bluebird

Don't stand me up, hotshot.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[eat]

Of course not. My boss already doesn't like you very much.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Hand out for a spoon.]

Why's that?

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Probably because he knows you kissed his fiancee.

[hand, but kiss first!]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Kiss for the spoon! But he freezes before digging in.]

... And he doesn't want to kill me?

[Now how does BLUE know he wonders.]

//action//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[pauses]

Wait.

You did?

I was just joking!

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[The first spoonful hits the side of his mouth instead.]

What? I mean.

[Brushing the cocoa powder off.]

So was I.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[blink]

...are you lying?

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Spoonful first, to stall. Swallow.]

About which part.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

...you really did kiss Styles.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Hand up in defense.]

It was before you.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[laughs and eats]

Okay.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Nibble nibble.]

Do you mind?

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

You didn't exist in a vacuum before I came.

Of course I don't mind.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

All right. Just checking.

[Gesturing a smudge of lady fingers on Blue's left.]

//action//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[liiiick spoon]

I mean, you don't mind that I slept with a psycho killer witch, right?

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Watching him liiiick.]

Of course not. Nor do I mind you getting blown behind a tree or getting caught jacking off in class. Anything else?

[Counting his fingers.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

No.

I'm pretty good.

[lick]

You know. Compared to you.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Are you saying I'm a bad boy?

[Lick of the spoon, doesn't have quite the same appeal like when Blue does it, tsk.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Erm.

You're not a boy, you know.

[squirm squirm]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Tip of the tongue over the curve of the spoon.]

A bad man?

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[staaaaaaare]

Um.

ThelasttimeIheardsomeonesaythewordsbadboyinthesameconnotationtheytriedtobendmeoveroneknee.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Corporal punishment?

[Thoughtful look, licking his lips.]

We need to change your bandages.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I went into the wrong club.

[pause]

Yes, probably.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Stare.]

That would've been a great story.

[Standing up.]

On the bed. Band aids first.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[looks over]

It was a BDSM club. I was 1979, right before the AIDS scare, and it was attached to a jazz club that I had never been to. The bouncer let me in and said something odd about being a sweet looking cub, but you know, the jazz clubs are never very consistent with the way they talk.

[gets on the bed, shirt off]