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Post by Adam McElroy on Jul 28, 2006 11:49:27 GMT -5
"No, no!" Adam said in a unconvincing voice. His face looked as if he believed every single word he was saying, though, and it still looked slightly confused.
He watched her drip the liquid everywhere, and resisted the huge urge to lean over and lick it off. "Naughty? Yes, very. Go and... go and get those sh-schnapps then, and opt to take off another item of clothing on the way back down, if you please..." He leaned back against the comfortable couch, a small smile upon his lips, not caring what time it was but it was undeniably late, he knew that much.
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Post by Charlie Sonata on Jul 28, 2006 12:01:11 GMT -5
"Oh yes, always send me, why don't you..." Charlie said, standing up more or less without difficulties, and making her uncertain way over to the stairs. I think Charlie is one of those few gifted people who can successfully fall up the stairs. She decided to show off this talent, and ended up banging her head on the top step. Grumbling, rubbing her forehead, she disappeared into the gloom of the hall.
She stood in the center of her messy room, with her hands on her hips. Now, what could she change into? In the end, she swapped her pajama shorts for a pair of pants. Well, not so much pants as French knickers, similar to very short shorts. Very short shorts. They were black, like her top, with a pale pink bow on the back, and pink lace round the edge. Finding them satisfactory, as she was sure he would to, she picked up the peppermint schnapps bottle, and left. Staggering down the stairs once more, she held it up, "Got it!"
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Post by Adam McElroy on Jul 28, 2006 12:11:39 GMT -5
"That I do, that I do..." Adam replied, watching her as she tripped about. He shook his head in her direction, but stopped that hastily, as it made him annoyingly dizzy. He called up to her if she was alright anyway.
When she came back down, he nodded once again in approval, and said, referring to her clothes, "Yes, you did get it. You got it spot on... Oh! You got the schnapps, too?"
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Post by Charlie Sonata on Jul 28, 2006 12:22:16 GMT -5
Charlie slid quite happily onto the couch beside him, and sat the bottle in his lap. She wasn't particularly fond of the peppermint, well, compared to the strawberry and peach. "Viola, mon amie. Drink up!" She giggled, and took up the other bottle, which was now about half empty. Dear god, where was it all going? She frowned at it, and shook it to see just how much was actually left. Well, it was enough. She lay back on the arm of the couch, crossing her legs, and took a drink.
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Post by Adam McElroy on Jul 28, 2006 12:28:13 GMT -5
Strangely, Adam didn't seem to notice that she switched the bottles, or the fact that when he picked up this one it was a considerable amount heavier. He only noticed a change when he took a great gulp of it, sitting up straight ad saying with an astonished look on his face, "What in the name of giantflyingrabbitpoo-?!" He stared curiously at the label, before saying with a knowing, slightly mad-looking smile, "Ahhhh, peppppppermint..."
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Post by Charlie Sonata on Jul 28, 2006 12:38:31 GMT -5
Charlie cracked up as once more he pulled the very confused look, "You don' handle your drink - your drink...uh...something. Yeah...You like the peppermint? T'is all your, and the strawberry, is now all mine. Whats left of it anyway..." She said, looking down at the bottle in her hands. She was feeling warm, and sleepy, and comfortable. She could have fallen asleep on Adam's shoulder, if she could have been bothered moving. She was humming a tune again. She didn't even know what the tune was - it just happened to be some little ditty that was floating around in her head. Charlie smiled. It was a nice night.
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Post by Adam McElroy on Jul 28, 2006 13:00:38 GMT -5
"No, I don't handle my drink, uh, well. BUT I do! No, wait... No- Aw! Can't have a liiiittle bit? Just give me a tiny tasste! I doessnn't even have to be out of the bottle! Heck, now you come to think of it, I'd prefer it if it wasn't! I'll lick it off your chin, where it'ss all dribbly... or your lips, even..."
He grinned, and continued. "C'mon, anyhow, you can't drink all of that by yourself! There's still half a damn bottle there!" It was a nice night. To think, he had been in bed a few minutes - hours, whatever - ago, fast asleep!
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Post by Charlie Sonata on Jul 28, 2006 13:08:55 GMT -5
Charlie smirked, and shook the bottle teasingly, before taking a drink, "Too bad. T's mine. All miney mine mine, and there isn't much you could do about it. Well there is, actually. And I can sooo drink the half bottle. Damn, I'd already drunk at least that much when you so rudely interrupted my musical fandango." She took another swig, and stuck her tongue out at him, grinning.
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Post by Adam McElroy on Jul 28, 2006 13:13:32 GMT -5
Eying her tongue as she popped it out, Adam said in a grovelling kind of voice, "Of course you can, Queen Sonata, just let me have a little bit." He sat up, and went a bit closer, holding out a hand for the bottle, eyes pleading and wide. "Please..." He slid closer still, and said quietly, "Please?"
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Post by Charlie Sonata on Jul 28, 2006 13:16:53 GMT -5
Charlie merely smirked, and cocked an eyebrow. She enjoyed playing the tease. It was what she done. Still holding onto the bottle she smiled at him, "Oh, now why would I want to do that? It is mine after all...You have to give me a reason, and a good one at that..."
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Post by Adam McElroy on Jul 28, 2006 13:25:49 GMT -5
"I don't have a very good reason... I'm poor, and my room contains a bed and an empty closet... There's not... much that you could want that I could give you. What is it that you would want - to persuade you, of course -? I'm a rather stupid boy, if I say so myself (which I wouldn't say if I was sober, mind you)..." Adam said, staring at her with his eyebrows raised very slightly. Weird, he seemed to be doing quite a lot of eyebrow raising lately.
{Bleh. REALLY bleh.}
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Post by Charlie Sonata on Jul 28, 2006 13:34:43 GMT -5
"What I want is something along the same lines as what you want, and I'm not talking about the drink..." Charlie murmured, a smile tugging at her lips once more. Her grip loosened on the bottle slightly, and it was an effort not to start giggling like some sort of loon again.
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Post by Adam McElroy on Jul 28, 2006 13:40:44 GMT -5
"Damn, and I was goin' round thinking that it was the drink for about three whole seconds..." He said with a grin, continuing, "Well, it can't be anything other than what I've got on me now... You want my trousers? No? Well that's all I've got, I'm afraid, apart from something along the lines of..." Adam trailed away, and leaned forward, covering the small amount of distance between them both with a quick kiss. "That." He raised his eyebrows. "You taste of fruit. Now can I have a drink?"
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