mallow_logs | [OPEN] Bar-hopping like it's 1999.

Who: Reno and anyone who wants to have a good time!
What: Drinking our way across the districts on a not-so-Top-Secret mission to find the best night spots. Prose and action both welcome!
Where: Highcrest, Whitewood, Crystalden, Astralfield, Mallowhallow, and everywhere in between!
When: The night of 3/19 and into the wee hours of 3/20.
Warnings: Drunken debauchery, language.

[The video he'd posted to the network had gotten a great response, so as far as Reno's concerned, Mallow Hallow really can't be all that bad. Hell, he might be stuck here for the foreseeable future, but hey, at least he isn't trapped in some shitty world full of squares. He's more than ready to get out there and get his drink on, so once the sun starts to dip low in the sky, he sends out a mass text to everyone who'd responded to his network post:]

aight yall let's make this shit happen. meet up in highcrest at the three swords tavern and we'll go from there. look for the hot guy with the best fuckin hair ever, that's me!! oh and invite ur friends!!

[An additional text goes out to the network, issuing an open invite to anyone who might be interested in meeting up over the course of the night. Reno's looking forward to meeting Mallow Hallow's other fun lovers face-to-face, but the night will also give him the chance to scope out the different areas and get a feel for the general populace; he already has a few faces he knows to watch out for, and every bar holds the potential for information gathering.]

((Okay guys, here's how this is going to work: I'm going to post top-level comments for each bar that the group hits over the course of the night, along with one for traveling between districts, since trying to get from place to place while inebriated has the potential for hilarity as well. Characters can join up with or break off from the group whenever, so feel free to comment in any thread, mingle, tag around, thread-jack, and wreck havoc in general! You definitely don't have to have commented on Reno's video post to join -- everyone is welcome!

Also, sorry this log is so late in coming; I've been out of town and then busy with work, but hopefully people are still interested!))

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Dude, I didn't even see you move! [Apparently, Reno's never seen a flashstep before, but he is not at all displeased that he's suddenly got a hot blond next to him on the bed. He's laughing, and then he's propping himself up on one elbow and leaning in close.] Wanna know a secret?

[he props his head onto his arms] What's the secret, red? [and damn did Reno have nice lips this close. Hmmm... did he actually want to know the secret or did he want a kiss more? His curiosity is too great so he'll hold off, for the moment]

[His grin is absolutely sinful as he leans in even closer, until his lips are hovering barely a hair's breadth away from Bro's, eyes playful as he murmurs.] There's somethin' I've been wantin' to try all night...

[And Bro isn't going to have to struggle with the decision between secret and kiss much longer, because Reno closes the distance between their lips after that, proving the two to be one and the same.]

[well that's a secret worth sharing. And judging by the enthusiasm of Bro's lips, it was a secret that they both had.

He uses the hand that's not propping up his chin to grab a hold of Reno's shirt and pull him closer]

[Making a soft noise of approval, Reno lifts his hand to grasp loosely at Bro's wrist, fingers trailing up to feel their way along his strong forearm before his arm slides around Bro's neck. Yes, making out is definitely the ideal way to end the night, and as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, Reno slides his tongue sensuously across Bro's lower lip, eager to take this kiss to the next level.]

[something Reno didn't have to ask twice for. It is painful to admit, even to himself that this is more human action he's had in the past thirteen years combined. And they were only kissing. As much as he loved his puppets... he hadn't figured out the proper mechanism to make them kiss.

And perhaps it was time to shut off his brain and make with the serious kissing]

[Oh, don't worry Bro, Reno is more than happy to volunteer to help you make up for all the action you've missed.]

[A playful nip at Bro's lips and he pulls back to breathe, though he stays close, long fingers curling into soft blond hair.] Okay, I lied.

[don't talk that gets him thinking again, and a thinking Bro is a bad Bro, because Dirk Strider tends to overthink matters of the heart... or well... matters of his dick...

And here he raises an eyebrow]

[Reno never thinks; maybe that's his problem. He's a good person to voice your thoughts too, though, especially if they're Bad Thoughts, since his view of the world is fairly simple and straight forward. You'd be surprised.]

[Still, he's always been a bit of a troll, so he lets Bro sweat for a second before replying, never losing that grin. When he finally speaks, he hold's Bro's gaze, close enough so their lips brush.]

I haven't been wanting to try that all night... I've been wanting to try that since we first met.

[damn Reno, he does sweat a little. There's a small bead of the stuff that moves down his brow. Its good he still has his shades on because he needs his poker face. But then...

Damn it Reno! As soon as Reno said that Bro's grabbing him and re-initiating sloppy make out mode]

Edited (icon fail) 2013-04-23 19:42 (UTC)

[Speaking of shades, it's about time for those to come off, amongst other things. He's going to go for the had first, though, curling his fingers into Bro's hair as he's pulled back into the kiss and sliding them up under the hat in order to ease it off his head.]

[he surprisingly does not care about his hat being knocked off. He only pauses to push it off the bed so the brim doesn't get smashed. With that out of the way he moves his own hands into Reno's hair, pulling away his goggles]

[Without his goggles, even more of Reno's wild hair falls forward into his face, but he's too distracted by Bro's kisses to care. He reaches for Bro's shades next, but pauses as his fingers skirt along the angled edges; it occurs to him that he's never actually seen Bro take off those shades, so maybe it's a thing he should ask about first.]

Can these come off?

[he thinks about it for a moment before pulling the shades off and stashing them in his sylladex. Bro's eyes are definitely orange. The orange cannot be mistaken for a really light color of amber, either. They're as orange as the citrus fruit that shares its name with the color]

Yeah.

[OPEN] Bar-hopping like it's 1999.

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