you can kiss me with the windows open while the rain comes pouring inside

[waiting]

the KISSING BOOTH meme
♡ MAKE A POST WHERE FOR SOME ARBITRARY REASON YOUR CHARACTER NOW FINDS THEMSELVES RUNNING A KISSING BOOTH. 
☆ OTHER CHARACTERS SHOW UP TO MOCK/BUY KISSES FROM/COMMISERATE WITH YOURS

BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE...
♡ EVERY TIME A CHARACTER ASKS/PAYS YOURS FOR A KISS, YOUR CHARACTER HAS TO IC'LY ROLL NOT ONE, BUT *TWO* DICE TO DETERMINE WHAT KIND OF KISS IT WILL BE kind of like sex dice whoops
☆ Did we mention they're magic dice? They're magic dice. One way or another, your character will be compelled to do as the dice command... possibly to the horror of their customers.

DIE NUMBAH ONE: TYPE OF KISS
1. Clean
2. Sweet
3. Romantic
4. Dirty
5. Rough
6. Passionate

DIE NUMBAH TWO: BODY PART TO RECEIVE KISSING
1. Hand
2. Neck
3. Ear
4. Cheek
5. Lips
6. Buyer's Choice

Underaged characters can reroll until they get a combination that isn't horribad or can be immune to the whims of crazy kissing dice I guess???

Comments

[doubleoohbaby]

Who put you up to it? Mitch? I bet he was the first one to put his dollar in. [Slowly smirking.]

[waiting]

[ If anything, that elicits more scowling. ]

He should be the one out here. I haven't seen him all morning.

[ Typical Mitch, to disappear at the first prospect of human contact. ]

[doubleoohbaby]

He should be in full support. Should have his own booth, in fact!

[James would go troll that one too and it'd be the best day ever. But instead he'll just have to drop a dollar into the jar and look like the smuggest asshole ever. C'mon bitch, roll them dice, he dares ya.]

4, 1 LMFAO LMFAO LMFAO

[waiting]

Oh, you fucker.

[ He rolls his eyes and rolls the dice, anyway, just to prove that he can take it. He regrets it pretty immediately once he sees the results come up, though, and he swears under his breath --not because he can't figure out a way to comply with it, but because he can, all too easily. Looking at Bond warily, swallowing: ]

I don't suppose you'd let me roll that again, would you?

FFFFFFFFFFFuuuu

[doubleoohbaby]

[Bond is watching of so curiously for the results, eyebrows lifted as he leans in close. Why yes, he is quite happy to get smooches from a dude if it means extreme comfortableness for the other party.]

And cheat? Absolutely not! Unless you'd rather have it dirty on the lips? [One hand on the table as he leans forward, offering out his right hand, palm down, staring the whole time like the creeper he is.]

[waiting]

Christ.

[ The oath is uttered vehemently, but despite everything, Rick doesn't hesitate. He reaches out to grab that offending hand, staring between it and Bond with an expression of mild incredulity -- mostly at himself, because he can't believe that he's doing this. ]

I really fucking hope you washed your hands.

[doubleoohbaby]

Other than stroking Pussy.

[Beat.] That's my cat.

[And all this for a dollar. Wow, Bradbury, you're selling yourself cheap.]

Come on, sweetheart, pucker up.

[waiting]

[ Clearly, that sort of thing doesn't deserve an answer, so Bradbury just gives Bond a bleak look before he brings the other man's hand up to his face, letting his fingers spread over his mouth.

There's a wet, tickling sensation against Bond's palm. Bradbury is licking his hand, dragging his tongue flat along the lifeline before working his tongue at the thin line of skin between two fingers. His eyes are screwed shut, naturally, probably ruining whatever potential sexiness there was in the gesture, and once he's done he drops James's hand and makes a face. ]

Satisfied?

[doubleoohbaby]

[James watches the entirety of it, not at all phased by the actions or Bradbury's reactions, but fingers flexing just slightly at the warmth and wetness of the touch. It's not exactly ranking up there as the sexiest kiss he's ever received, but bless him, he tried.]

That's it? That was more like an over eager puppy begging for food. [But he withdraws his hand, if only because the outdoor air is cooling his palm a little too quickly.]

[waiting]

[ Bradbury grimaces. ]

Yeah, well, what do you expect from one dollar?

[ He picks up the water bottle beside the jar and takes a drink. Not quite gargling the taste out, but... ]

[doubleoohbaby]

What if I put fifty in there?

[Eyebrow waggle as he glances downwards at a totally unsubtle gesture towards his crotch.]

[waiting]

[ THE MOST UNAMUSED STARE. ]

Sorry, "dicks" isn't on the list of things I need to be kissing, even if you are one.

[doubleoohbaby]

[Oooh, snap. Looks like we got a badass up in here.]

Oh, very good. [James just seems totally amused by it nevertheless.]

I feel like I'm missing out on that tongue of yours now though, Bradbury.

[waiting]

[ He's been working on his comebacks, Bond. Be proud. In any case, he snorts, picks up the bottle, and waggles it at Bond. ]

Sorry, if you wanted free love, you should've asked your girlfriend.

[doubleoohbaby]

[Oh.

Oh look who's suddenly presenting a $50 bill and oh so smugly dropping it into the bottle presented to him.]

Don't mention her too loud. She might hear and show up with the camera.

[waiting]

[ That makes Bradbury shoot a paranoid look around, just in case Zee might be hiding around the corner, but since it looks clear enough... he sighs and rolls the dice one more time. And the verdict? ]

Fuck.

[ SIX and ONE, and Bradbury's just going to kind of. Prop his chin on his hand, staring blearily at Bond across the distance. Because yeah, he'd almost rather have normal kisses at the rate this is going. ]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Staring at the dice, a pale eyebrow slowly arching upwards like Connery or Moore or some shit.]

You know, I'm actually quite concerned by your fascination with my hands. Out of all the things you want to kiss, you fix the dice to roll for hands?

[waiting]

Just be glad I didn't roll for your ear.

[ Fifty dollar's worth of ... what, making out with Bond's hand? With a grimace, he reaches out to take Bond's hand by the wrist, lifting it up slowly.

Seriously, the shit he does for City Hall. He should get a fucking medal. ]

[doubleoohbaby]

At least you could whisper sweet nothings in it. Just... try not to slobber all over my hand this time, darling. I want to see real passion. I want to feel romantically wooed.

[He gives his hand over freely, the other coming to rest on the table to support his weight as he leans forward, watching Bradbury like the creeper he is.]

[waiting]

[ If Bradbury's eyes rolled any harder, they might roll right out of his head. ]

Yeah, that makes me feel real romantic. [ And why is Bond looking so closely, anyway? It's a little creepy. Okay, more than a little creepy. Seriously, Bond, stop.

He turns the other mans hand palm-up this time, pressing a lingering kiss to the inside of his wrist. His eyes shut, probably to save himself the embarrassment of actually having to meet Bond's eyes, but the flush on his face probably means he's more than conscious of it anyway. ]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Bradbury should know by now that Bond is a big creep, especially when it comes to anything that involves spying. He's watching his every move oh so closely, and seems to grunt a very soft approval to the first move. The wrist is a nice idea, right against his pulse, warm and inviting, hell Bond's thinking he and Zee might need to play this game a little more...

Except he probably needs to stop thinking about Zee while a dude is making out with his hand, Rick might get the wrong impression of where Bond's excitement is directed to.]