""Ever hear the sayin' save a horse -- ride a cowboy?""
Chuckling a little bit, before she placed her forehead against his own.
❝I don’t think that really implies here. ❞
""I hope ya' have good balance 'cause you'll be ridin' bareback all night.""
Just. Shakes. Her. Head.
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basics:
name: desii.
age: 27 <== ollllddddddd.
prefered pronouns: she }} her }} old dusty broad
sexuality: bisexual.
zodiac sign: sagittarius.
taken or single: single always and forever ;~;
three facts: I went to high school with Panic! at the Disco, I’m left handed, I’m a caffeine addict.
experience:
how long (months/years?): 16 years and 9 months.
how’d you start: AOL. hah. Dial up.
platforms you’ve used: Aol, myspace, facebook, tumblr
worst experience: getting judged for how I act.
best experience: My bitches. C: you know who you are.
muse preferences:
female or male: female.
original or canon: I find canon a LOT easier than original. So canon.
favorite face: OOPS. Any female I think is hot and kissable.
least favorite face: oops messed up. Any chick in which I think her face is weird.
multi or single: I prefer single, but that’s only cause I was a single ship up until tumblr. Still unsure about this however.
writing preferences:
fluff, angst or smut: The Trinity of feels.
plots or memes: Both.
long or short replies: I can do both, but I honestly prefer long.
best time to write: During the witching hour.
are you like your muse(s): In some ways?
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RATE ME! ; are you fuckin high Michem?
⊰ Sugar ⊱:
► He watched her carefully, eyeing the little princess up as she dragged him to the other room. Silly little thing, she was. She wasn’t much of a lady, even if her body told him otherwise. Eyes glued on the little doll sitting on the bed, he walked towards her, propping a leg on either side of her as he grabbed for the whiskey bottle. He threw his head back, giving it a good chug before looking back over at her.
“Sorry, darlin’. But with the way I’m chasin’ you around, I’m gonna have t’ disagree with ya’ on that one.” He smirked, leaning in close to his little rabbit as he murmered, “so, ya’ wanna see just how lucky this cowboy can get?”
Sudden. With force she grabbed him by his coat and tossed him back onto her bed, as the springs made him bounce a little bit. Moving to literally pounce on him, before her pale pink lips came colliding with his own. Cupping his features in her palms, before deepening the kiss. Pulling away then, before settling back onto his torso, gazing down at him with bright azure oculars. Smirking slightly, before leaning back down, and tasting the liquored lips once more.
❝Mmmm you sure do taste good enough Sugar.❞
Murmuring the phrase against his lips, bringing her body back up. Letting her digits snag the fabric that held his large and powerful chest together.
⊰ Sugar ⊱:
► Hannibal was a tough drinker. Give him a bottle of your finest whiskey and he’d drink it all in a second. He’s been around for 1500 years too long to not know how to take his liquor—-
But he’d be damned if this whiskey wasn’t strong.
"Really?“ He smiled, pearly white fangs hanging out from the corners of his mouth. His fingers tapped at an empty glass, a minor break in their game as he noted the other getting…woozy. "I must say, you ain’t too bad lookin’ yerself, lil’ rabbit.”
Of course, that could have been the booze talking. His senses were much less acute now in comparison, and he could already feel his tongue going numb from all those drinks. Thumb circling the outer rim of one of the glasses, he licked at his teeth, smiling.
“I was just in the neighborhood lookin’ fer somethin’ t’ do…aha. S’pose it was lucky I rolled on into here…”
Setting down the shot glass, she then leaned over the counter and let her lips linger against his cheek, before taking his hand and then walked around the counter and over to him, which was no task in itself. Pulling him out of the stool, before tugging him towards her room.
While on the way there, reaching out she grabbed another bottle with the free hand and took the cap into her mouth and twisted it off. Spitting the cap towards a benched seat before brushing the door open with her boot and pulling him in after her. Giggling before taking a large swig of the drink, before handing the bottle over to him. Taking it upon herself to flop her body across her bed.
❝So, you’re lucky huh? If I wasn’t mistaken I’d say you were the rabbit. ❞
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⊰ Sugar ⊱:
► “Excellent.” He smirked, clinking the glass as any honorable man should. It’s just a shame he was anything but, but at least he could, aha, play the part for a while. “And trust me, darlin’, the best man will.” He winked at her, touching touching the edge of his glass to his lips before shooting his head back. The whiskey went down easily, the dark liquid coating the inside of his throat before he slammed it back on the counter. One down, a dozen more to go.
After about the sixteenth shot down her hatch, the young woman was already starting to sway and chuckle while she was talking. Words slurred a little bit, before she reached out and grazed her digits against his cheek.
❝So, like uhm….yer reallys good lookin. What brungs chu..to this hellhole?❞
Taking the seventeenth shot, before leaning into her elbow on the bar, and holding the empty glass to her cheek. Most men by this shot would’ve just passed out, and she would have won. This guy must have an iron stomach.