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Baby, feel the love. I just want to feel the love
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Post by Ostrich on Aug 26, 2018 23:07:02 GMT -5
He wasn’t sure what a popsicle joint was. The contraction of words made it sound like it had something to do with icicle, but he wasn’t sure what the pop was about. The only time he had ever heard the term blow and pop was when an idiot was referring to the sound a cannon made...was that what she was saying? That she wanted to blow up her place of employment? Then again, she had just been saying she didn’t want to do anything illegal, because of some people called the police. He imagined if they dealt with law enforcement, then they must be something like the royal guard. Which meant someone commanded them, perhaps even the empire. “Oi, do they still hang pirates as a warning sign to all the others out at sea? I’m not sure that’d be very good for me.” Considering he wasn’t sure if he could die, or why the sea was mad at him, perhaps he should heed her advice. He would have to take the commission of blowing up her place of employment at some other time; considering he currently lacked a cannon anyway. So with as unconfused a smile as he could muster he looked to her and nodded. “That sounds like a splendid idea, let’s get going.” He stood up, wobbled a moment, then went to offer her his hand to help her out of the seat. “Milady, I give you the helm-which is something I’ve never given to a lady before.” He wouldn’t admit that he had no idea what he was doing with these new age women, but she seemed to enjoy his strange pick up lines so he might as well continue them.
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Post by jenn on Sept 10, 2018 10:07:32 GMT -5
Pyrite was really trying to play up the pirate angle, wasn’t he? Maybe he was just really into roleplaying. Maisie was up for anything, she could play the role of captured damsel in distress or a female pirate if that’s what turned the strange man on, at least for one night. It wasn’t really her thing, but she was bored and lonely, and Pyrite was capturing her attention. Winking seductively, Maisie replied, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.”
Maisie’s gaze remained on Pyrite as he stood up, raising her eyebrows as she watched him wobble. There was no way he was already drunk off the drinks she had fed him while he was eating his dinner. She barely even felt a buzz and he had more weight to him. But maybe he had stumbled into the restaurant already drunk, looking for more booze to keep the buzz going. Maisie wasn’t one to judge, she had been thrown out of plenty of bars for being too intoxicated only to stumble into another one to get more alcohol. Maisie took the hand that Pyrite had offered, but she didn’t use it to stand up, unsure if her extra weight would be enough to knock him over. The last thing she needed was to make a scene at work. As much as she despised working as a waitress, it was what paid the bills and allowed her to ride. She didn’t want to admit it, but she needed this job, and didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize it.
Once she was standing up, Maisie chuckled a little bit at Pyrite’s words. He was in for an adventure, that was for sure. Grinning, she told him, “I’m glad to be your first. Our first stop is the liquor store, we need more libations.” Without waiting for a reply, she grabbed his hand and led him to the door.
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money & 1,053 posts
Baby, feel the love. I just want to feel the love
— (@ostrich)
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Post by Ostrich on Sept 27, 2018 18:01:04 GMT -5
He allowed her to drag him out the door, a silly but sly grin across his face. Once they were outside, he gave her hand a bit of a yank, hoping her to stop as he raised his hand to his lips and kissed it. "Milady, you have the makings of a fine swashbuckler." That had sounded better in his head, but he wasn't complaining, and he let her lead him on. "Oh, allow me, mistress!" Having his land legs back, he bounded for the door, opening it and bowing, flinging his hand so that she might enter. He eyed the cashier man wearily as he walked in, seeing the way he looked at Maise. "You sir! Is that anyway to treat a lady? How dare you jeer so near her!" Oh now he was doing it, throwing the true pirate spirit into the party. The man looked up from his reading of a magazine and glowered at him a moment. "You soil the code, young...thing." Looking the tattoos the man had over, he wasn't even sure if he was human. His sleeves were awfully covered in red markings and black; it was possible he was some sort of alien or creature he had become unaccustomed to. He had seen various things like them in his sea travels though, a long time ago. "I'm sorry, perhaps I should be nicer. You do remind me of the time I laid with a sea serpent. Oh...what was her name now, Ursula? Yes...she was an entriguing creature. Perhaps then you are my son?"
The man took one look at him and then looked to Maisie, he rolled his eyes-she had hit an all time low if she was seriously entertaining this insane little man. "You know they're not hiring for Captain Morgan, right?" He couldn't even roll his eyes before Pyrite was lunging across the counter and grabbing him by the cheekbones. His eyes burned into him, and the man's eyes just got wider as he saw the lack of Pyrite's soul. "You will treat the lady with respect, you will treat me, the Captain of the Seven Seas the high Pirate King of the Carribean, the terror of Bermuda, the mighty wrath of the islands well, and you will know your place amongst the landlubbers before saying nay against the pirate queen ever again." He crushed at him, his hand digging against his cheekbones. "Fine Fine Maisie take whatever Captain Morgan wants just get him the fuck off me and out of here!" Pyrite looked to Maisie, a sparkle in his eyes. "The code is fulfilled, you heard the man, pillage and plunder as we see fit."
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