005: Little toooown, it's a quiet village....

[uberboned]

[Transmission clicks on mid-rant,  because he meant to turn the damn thing on, but got distracted by a wayward Cupid. Those little things are pesky. :|]

-little sparkly freak. Annnd the light's blinking. For those of you watching at home, I didn't dropkick Cupid, but I'm about ten seconds from it. You think that would offend the locals? ....I wonder what they do to criminals in this town. I'm not really seeing this as being the hang 'em high kinda place. Unless the nooses are made of licorace or something. Geez. It's like the Valentine's section at a department store exploded. Or we docked in a Disney movie and, by the way? If anyone breaks into song, I'm... No, I'm actually probably gonna laugh and consider the Admiral worthy of my undying respect. 

Also, I'm offended at this place's complete disregard for anything other than traditional couples. If this is the love port, you'd think there'd be a lot more orgies. Woodstock was better at free love than this joint and a heckuva lot less cheesy. C'mon.

Anyway. Maxxie, Rubes, Deano, JD, John-Boy, Ringo... Whoever else is out there bored out of their skulls and wandering listlessly around this joint with nothing to do... As soon as I take care of some business in the casino, I'm parking it at the bar and am not moving an inch until we leave. Wild horses covered in pink flowers will not drag me from that place, but hot local girls might. 

[OOC: And by "take care of something in the casino," he means "harrass the patrons." A LOT OF GAMBLERS ARE DICKS, OKAY? Feel free to spam, comment, do whatever you want. He has a date with Max and Ruby (not simultaneously), at some point, and a make-out session with Irene, but I'm still all open for plotting if anyone wants it. I am flexible like that.]

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[youdaman.livejournal.com]

"I'm pretty sure I filled just about every need you had last night. And I never... want to get out of bed again." She patted his chest and leaned her head in her hand.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

He shifted and mimiced her position. "Well, we've still got... What? Two days in port? What's the worst that can happen in two days? I mean, really. What could happen in this town? We find out the Admiral dropped us in Love City just in time for the locals to fatten us up on lust and then kill us all in some strange ritual?" He paused, considering that. "...On a scale of one to ten- one being 'not likely' and ten being 'hot damn, that Admiral's a freak'- how likely is that?"

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[youdaman.livejournal.com]

"It's a hot damn," Max yawned. "You have no idea.... this a piece of cake compared to other stuff."

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

"Well, if the townsfolk come for blood, I'll... Drop 'em down an elevator shaft." He paused. "It'll be a really big elevator shaft."

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[youdaman.livejournal.com]

"You sound so sure of yourself," Max smiled. "I'm sure even Trickster god's slip up SOMETIMES."

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Are you just tuning in?" He said, completely sarcastically, before breaking off into another laugh. "And not me, sister. I'm good. Very good, in fact."

He was pointedly ignoring the whole... Holy fire trap thing. Yeah. That wasn't a slip-up. That was... A very potentially deadly fluke. Uh-huh.

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[youdaman.livejournal.com]

Max ran a hand over the back of her neck and pulled her covers closer before falling back into the pillow. "Gimme a massage."

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Gabe stared at her with a are you serious? expression. It lasted all of eight seconds before he rolled his eyes and obliged, figuring there's no imposition in getting to touch her more. "Y'know I spoil you," he teased in her ear.

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[youdaman.livejournal.com]

Max gave an elated sigh at his hands on her back. "...So? You wouldn't do it if you didn't like it, right?"

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

"Probably not, but the point stands," he paused long enough to kiss her neck and then right back to rubbing her shoulders. He can't seem to think of a time when he would have done this... Of course, he can't really think of a time when this kind of thing ever really... Meant anything.

...Not that this meant anything. 'Course not. That would be ridiculous.

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[youdaman.livejournal.com]

Max smiled a bit geekily into the pillow and shifted her weight beneath his hands letting out a small chuckle. "What barge? What inmate?" she joked.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

"That's the spirit! Join me in blissful irresponsibility, for soon, I'm tethered to... Some psycho." Eventually, he'd probably stop calling them psychos, except for where he probably wouldn't.

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[youdaman.livejournal.com]

Max rolled over and gave him another kiss. "The pscyhos aren't so bad, you get used to 'em after a while..... trust me."

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

"Hmm. That so?" He made another pleased noise and kissed her lightly again. "As long as I don't get stuck with Alastair. Believe me. That's a fireworks display that no one wants to see. It'll take the Barge with it. ...Why are we still talking?" And again came the kissing, more fervently this time.

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[youdaman.livejournal.com]

Max wrapped her arms around his shoulders and laughed against his lips. "I can't... nope. Pretty sure however many hours of sex we had completely broke my libido."

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

"Then get out of my bed," he murmured back, obviously teasing. He rolled back over onto his back and stared up at the hearts circling overhead. It might have been his imagination, but he was fairly certain they were multiplying.

"I think they're breeding."

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[youdaman.livejournal.com]

Max had almost forgotten about the hearts. "Oh, them." she laughed a bit. "Yeah, maybe they are. Maybe they're tribbles and they just feed off of loving energy and multiply and invade... or something. I don't know."

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure that made sense in some strange, strange universe where things like that make sense," Gabe laughed. "As long as they're not nibbling on me, they're fine by me. You hear that, you little freaks? No nibbling. I'm okay with the creepy vouyerism, but I draw the line at getting eaten alive."

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[youdaman.livejournal.com]

"It happened on the ship," she smiled. "These things called tribbles invaded and I was forced to crawl through air ducts clearing them out." she frowned.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Gabe considered that for a moment. "That should not be sexy and yet... It kinda is."

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[youdaman.livejournal.com]

"It really sucked, and it was claustrophobic and terrible." Max laughed a little bit.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

"Oh sure, ruin my fantasies with logic, why don'tcha?" He laughed right back, slipping an arm around her shoulders.

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[youdaman.livejournal.com]

Max settled in his arms and pushed her hair back along her scalp. "Why does this feel so nice, huh?"

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

He considered that for a moment. "Hm. 'Cause you're in a town built on sex and you just won the sexual marathon with a ridiculously good-looking pagan god, maybe?"

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[youdaman.livejournal.com]

"There's gotta be a special circle of hell made for women he get in sexual marathons with pagan gods," she muttered tiredly and put a palm down on her forehead. "I think you broke me."