Only 3 choices

[quickied]

FUCK*, MARRY, OR KILL
a game with a twist



You know the game: now, let’s dabble in a version that’s a little bit unusual.

how to play
○ Do the comment do.
○ Folks line up to say whether they would fuck* (*kiss, if your character's underage or you're not into R-rated dialogue), marry, or kill your guy.
○ Rinse. Repeat. ♾️

Comments

[occupationalhazards]

Fuck.

[discobaron]

You seem so sure of yourself. I like that.

[occupationalhazards]

That's because I am. Yeah? I like that you like that.

[discobaron]

[Hm. He nearly grins.]

Thank you for fluffing my ego.

[occupationalhazards]

You're welcome.

[discobaron]

The feeling's mutual by the way.

[occupationalhazards]

Good to know.

[discobaron]

That's it?

[Is he pouting? Yeah - he's pouting.]

[occupationalhazards]

Well, I'm always game for follow-through if you are.

[discobaron]

I’d be a fool to turn such an opportunity down.

[occupationalhazards]

Well I'm currently in D.C. Got any suggestions?

[discobaron]

What a coincidence! That’s where I happen to be this week.

[Yeah wow. A “coincidence.”]

You could meet me where I’m staying? If that works for you.

[occupationalhazards]

I can definitely do that. What time and where am I going?

[discobaron]

I already texted you.

[Because he's slick like that. Yes, it's the Waldorf Astoria. No, don't ask questions.]

Did you want to join me for dinner beforehand?

[occupationalhazards]

I don't mind being wined and dined first. Sure.

[discobaron]

Then I'll up my standing reservation to two. Meet me a bit before seven?

[occupationalhazards]

Deal. See you soon.

[discobaron]

[The reservation is under Watkins because he's not a moron and there's no way in hell he'd be using his actual name and title anywhere out in the open like that. Especially in the nation's capital. He knows better. It's already risky enough that he's there, but he's cautious when it comes to covering up his tracks when he has to.

TJ will find him seated at the bar already nursing a drink. It's cool in the evening, but there's faint humidity hanging in the air. Typical weather for D.C. in the early throes of summer. Despite it all, he's covered up with long sleeves, casually dressed but still managing to exude the aura of a rather hefty price tag.]

[occupationalhazards]

[TJ ignores the startled, wide-eyed expression of the hostess as she leads him to the bar where his night's companion is already waiting. He flashes the older man a smile as he settles in beside him even if he assumes they'll be heading for a table shortly.]

You look good.

[He orders a drink -- something light, because he's not looking to get drunk by any means.]

[discobaron]

Hello darling. [His drink is set down and a smile is returned, but Zemo ensures TJ doesn't get the chance to sit before he's given a proper hello: a brief kiss to each cheek, one then the other.] As do you.

Come - sit. [Ever the proper gentleman, he puts a gentle hand to his date's lower back, nonchalantly assisting while the younger man settles in at the bar.]

Forgive me for starting the festivities without you. [He picks his glass up again, giving it a gentle shake so what's left of the drink swishes around inside.]