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

[viced]

Shit, a good cause isn't incentive?

[ Yep. This is awkward. ]

[waiting]

[ Pointedly: ] I don't exactly see you stepping on up, boss.

[viced]

I made a sizable personal donation already. I'm exempt.

[ That's his story, and he's sticking to it. ]

[waiting]

[ He adopts his best noble, wounded look. ]

You can't put a price tag on personal dignity, asshole. You should be taking one for the team like the rest of us.

[viced]

I don't fucking think so. I'm the one who has to worry about how this shit looks.

[waiting]

And you're not the one who has to live with the trauma of knowing what James Bond's hand tastes like.

[viced]

Ew. That's disgusting.

[ He's lifting his eyebrows. ]

[waiting]

How do you think I feel?

[viced]

Well, probably worse than me.

[ He lifts a shoulder. ] It's for fucking charity, and there could be worse things.

[waiting]

Right. [ The tone of his voice implies he's having a hard time thinking of any, right now. ]

How much longer do I have to be out here?

[viced]

A few more hours. Why not?

Then we'll make some other poor sap sit out here.

[waiting]

[ He groans, slumping over the counter. ]

Great, I guess I can enjoy the wind chill a little longer. [ He lifts his head, eyeing Mitch. ] Don't I get any hot chocolate or something for this?

[viced]

What the fuck. Hot chocolate? Jesus Christ.

[waiting]

Eggnog? [ He's looks pathetically hopeful. ] Come on, it's almost December. You can put it on the budget or something.

[viced]

Look, I'll buy you one later, if you need it that much.

[waiting]

Yeah, but I'm cold now.

[viced]

Too fucking bad! You're even wearing gloves! It's not that cold!

[waiting]

Thanks, boss, I'm really feeling the love. [ He makes a face and clutches at his chest, feigning pain. ]

If they find my body on the steps later, I'll tell 'em to blame it on you.

[viced]

[ He just stares.

That's not fucking funny. ]

Fine, you go ahead and do that, pal. You'll come back, remember?

[waiting]

[ You'd figure the dead guy should be the one who can make the dead jokes around here. ]

Or I might not. [ He pauses. ] You gonna scare off the rest of my customers all afternoon, or are you gonna get me some fucking eggnog?

[viced]

[ He leans a hip against the booth. ]

Well, I guess if you want to kiss James Bond again, be my fucking guest.

[waiting]

I got a better idea.

[ And he's stepping around the booth, reaching over to grab Mitch by the wrist and pull him in beside him, grinning. ]

Why don't you kiss him the next time he comes by instead?

[viced]

Motherfucker-- Hey!

[ Yeah, he isn't going to put up with that prospect. AT all. ]

I'm not going to fucking kiss James Bond!

[waiting]

Not even for charity? [ Drawled. ]

[viced]

I can donate more than he can, or convince more rich people to donate more to exceed any donation he can make.