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]

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.

[waiting]

[ Bradbury sighs, picking up the bottle and squinting at its contents. ]

Probably.

[ A considering pause. ]

Then again, I'm not sure I wanna know who'd pay to kiss you.

[viced]

[ SO MUCH UNSURE. For no span of time, it's not on his face but lmao, Bradbury. He knows better. ]

Wow, fucker! Really? You're aiming for my balls because you're fucking cold?

[waiting]

[ Brows inching up, shit-eating grin spreading across his face: ]

So what if I am?

[viced]

[ What's that look mean... ]

I don't know, maybe you need to think about that one for a long time, asshole.

[waiting]

[ With slow, deliberate motions, Bradbury digs into a pocket, holding up a half-crumpled dollar bill.

So what if they're both behind the counter? His grin spreads wider, the implication unmistakable: dare you. Because what's a kiss between buddies, right?

And before Mitch can protest, he drops it in the jar, pressing the dice into Mitch's hand with the other. ]

4, 5

[viced]

[ Well, Mitch is looking more horrified than anything else. He'd watch the slip of the bill with an expression that was half horror, half confusion, and then when the dice were pressed into his palm, it took him a few moments to actually realize what was being placed in his hand.

Which meant they were already slipping out to land on the ground at his feet, and he was more or less trying to back away as quickly as he could. ]

Are you fucking high?