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???

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[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.

[viced]

[ There's something that could have either been just fear, or abject horror that crosses his face. No, there is a difference. One is afraid, and one is just horrified that Rick just said that. It's only a second, before his mouth screws into something he hopes looks more angry than disgusted. The two could be interchangeable, really. ]

Oh just shut the fuck up. I really didn't need to hear that.

[waiting]

[ Bradbury makes a face in turn. ] Hey, I'm not the one jumping people here. Why are you freaking out?

[viced]

I told you, that wasn't something I wanted to do!

[ He runs a hand through his hair, obviously frustrated. Disgusted, scared, his motions agitated. ]

I literally mean I didn't want to do that.

[waiting]

[ Bradbury squints. ]

Hey, come on, I'm not that ugly. [ His tone's light, to make a joke of it, but what he can recognize as real fear in Mitch's voice and actions is confusing him. ]

Come on, it's not like one kiss is gonna turn you gay or something. [ Because that's reassuring, right? ]

[viced]

Of course it fucking doesn't! [ He tosses his hands in the air. ]

It's the fact of the matter! I don't know if you know anything about the way the paparazzi works, but this sort of shit wouldn't help me!

[waiting]

You can tell where there are cameras around, right? [ His tone is reasonable, but he glances around, now, as if he half-expects the aforementioned paparazzi to jump out anytime. ]

You black out the security cams all the fucking time. They'd never have evidence.

[viced]

[ Shit. ]

Yeah, you say that, but who the fuck knows. We have imports around here.

[ He'll claw at any excuse he can. ]

[waiting]

[ He shrugs. He has his own discomfort with the situation, sure, but Mitch is just ... blowing it out of proportion. ]

Fucked up shit happens here all the time, right? [ Case in point: he looks at the dice sitting innocuously on the counter. Who even came up with them in the first place? ]

Besides, it's just one kiss. It's not like, I dunno, you got caught with your hand down my pants or anything. Not exactly blackmail material.

[viced]

[ Right. No big deal. He looks back at City Hall like he wants to escape back to the warmth, and safety, of his office. ]

No, of course it isn't. Look, just trust me on this. It's a politics thing, alright?