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]

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?

[waiting]

[ He'd been meaning to pass it off as a joke, really -- anything to rile Mitch up, right? -- and the combination of the numbers that fall to the floor make him laugh as he bends down to scoop the dice up.

All too cheerfully: ]

Just fucking with you, boss. Wish I had a camera so you could see the look on your face.

[viced]

[ He coughed, wiping his hands on the front of his suit, because that just wasn't fucking funny. At all. He had a special sort of glare reserved for his bodyguard.

It was not a happy one. In fact, it was quite mad. Which was why, you know, when his feet started shuffling closer, it was a little odd. He got control of himself and stopped it, planting a very frustrated hand on his hip. ]

You're a shithead.

[waiting]

I'm a shithead who's staying out here for a couple more hours, because you're a dick.

[ He sets the dice back on the counter where they belong, head turning to look at Mitch with his hand on his hip and snorting. ]

I gotta get my kicks somewhere, right?

[viced]

No, you fucking don't!

[ But his kicks are coming one way or another as his feet start moving again even while he's insulting his good buddy.

And then even though his hands aren't moving to reach out, or anything, he's still rounding closer, eyes shooting a bit wider before he stops again, but this time he's much closer to Rick than he'd ever intended to be. ]

[waiting]

[ He's about to answer that, but Mitch's sudden proximity confuses him, catching him off guard, his own eyes a little wide. Hey now, it's like Mitch is taking this a little too personally, isn't it? He didn't think he'd pissed him off that much.

But he's still got that grin on, though it's fading a little now in slight confusion, brow furrowing. ]

What--?

[viced]

[ Before Rick can even ask a full sentence, he's close enough, and that compulsion is definitely forcing him forward, even while he's trying to actually process what the fuck's happening right about now.

Other than things aren't really. Things he should like or want to do.

Which means the kiss he's planting on Rick's lips is a little angrier than most would be. A little harder of a press of his lips, messy and uncontrolled, dragging them along, slipping an edge of tongue, before there's a rough exhale against Bradbury's lips, and then he tries to pull away but his teeth are out as he does so, scraping against Rick's lips before he's finally free of...well, whatever the fuck that is. ]

[waiting]

[ For a moment, Rick thinks Mitch is gonna punch him, or something, anything but what he gets instead: that half-angry press of lips and tongue that's fucking weird because it's Mitch and where the fuck did that come from?

He could have, should have pulled away, but to be honest, he's just so shocked that it doesn't even cross his mind. There might be a strangled noise rising out the back of his throat when he feels Mitch's tongue and then the scrape of his lips, one hand awkwardly rising up and coming to Mitch's shoulder - not to push away, or pull him in, but just to confirm holy shit, this is actually happening.

When Mitch pulls away, still close, he's slack-jawed and wide-eyed. Shocked, possibly, is the right term to use.

He can't even manage a what the fuck? but his expression says it loud and clear. ]

[viced]

[ Well, it doesn't take long for him to back the fuck off. He can see the question there, and yeah, he's echoing it pretty hard. Well, his has a lot more to do with obvious confusion and consternation.

After all, this isn't something he'd do. That's what the problem is here. He would never do this, but it'd happened. He looked almost, well, there was a trace of fear in that confusion, but it was buried deep, like a finger poking out of the quicksand.

He was just as speechless, taking several steps back as fast as he could. ]

[waiting]

[ After a moment or two of stunned silence, he snaps out of it, hand coming up to rub at his mouth like... well, not like he hated it, but more like he was still trying to confirm that was actually real. ]

So, that was different.

[ Cue the most awkward laugh Mitch has probably ever heard, trying to make a joke of it but not entirely sure of it, like he feels he might have missed a punchline. ]

I, uh, wow. Didn't know you felt that way about me, boss?

[viced]

[ He was staying as far away as he could, rubbing his mouth against his sleeve. From beneath it, his face looks concerned, or frustrated. Something around in there, but there was a deeper part of that look, something that wasn't fathomable on first glance. ]

No! It was, I don't know what the fuck that is!

[ He was staying far away. On the furthest side of the booth as possible. ] I didn't want to do that!

[waiting]

[ Mitch's expression was too hard to read, for Bradbury, but despite his own embarrassment (the flush, belated, creeping up his neck and tingeing his ears, his body catching up with events too late) he couldn't seem to avert his gaze, staring at Mitch with a mixture of bewilderment and ... something.

Curiosity. ]

Well, yeah, that's pretty obvious. [ He reached a hand up to nervously rub at the nape of his neck, wishing the blush would go away. Maybe it's nerves or just plain not thinking, but he blurted: ]

It wasn't that bad. [ A frown. ] I mean, I guess you actually do know how to kiss someone.