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

[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.]