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JEALOUSY

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Everyone feels jealous at one point or another, whether it's justified or not. What's important is how we deal with it... do we discuss it, fight about it, or plan epic revenge to carry out?

- Post with your character's name/series in the subject as well as any preferences.

- Others go to RNG and roll from 1-10, then respond!

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1 → wandering eye.

You think your lover has been looking at other's a little too often or flirting too much in your company. You can't keep quiet any longer about it.

2 → simple life

Your friend, family, or lover has always had it so much easier and you can't help but feel a little put off.

3 → don't you forget about me

Your friend or lover has found someone new they want to spend almost all their time with and you can't help but feel a little cheated.

4 → cheated

Forget just a sneaking suspicion. You've caught your lover in the act of cheating and it's driving you nuts. You have to confront them about it.

5 → for the glory

You did all the work, or at least you feel like you did, so why do they always get all the praise?

6 → moved on

You broke up or had a falling out with someone close to you and it's killing you to see how they've seemed to let go and you're stuck standing in place.

7 → because i want you

You're jealous of any attention they get because you're secretly in love with them. Time to make it known!

8 → always the favourite

Everyone always praises them or they were clearly the favourite child or just more popular with friends. You can't help but hate it.

9 → more experience

they're more experienced, either in the bedroom or in the office. Any activity, they outshine you. Who wouldn't feel a little inferior?

10 → your choice!

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[Rose laughs a bit] Somethin' to do with humans in mass quantities. Individually, we can be brilliant. Put us in a population and we'd rather deny it all than admit there's things out there we can't explain. There's always some people o' course.

Some people who'll never admit it, no matter what?

Yeah, s'xactly. Seen a space ship crash into Big Ben, people said it was a publicity stunt. Dunno what for though. Never did figger that bit out.

[She takes a healthy swig of her wine.]

Construction companies?

[He does the same. Maybe wine will take the edge off the evening, make them more like friends and less like strangers.]

[Wine can only help the situation tonight anyway. Tomorrow is another story. She laughs a little at that and nods.]

Didn't think of that, but yeah. S'pose they'd benefit from that. [She swirls the wine in her glass a moment. She knows she's a light weight. She doesn't drink often]

Have you lived here very long?

In London or in this flat?

[He looks around.]

I've been in London for about four years; I came here right after uni. I moved to this flat ... let me think, nine months ago.

Looks lived in though. [She says this as she glances around the flat.]

Meant that in a good way. It's comfortable, cosy and possibly resembles a bookstore. [The last is said with a mischievous glint in her eye.]

[He ducks his head, embarrassed, but his lips twist slightly into a smile.]

It was quite a job moving all of those from my last place. I paid my brothers with a lot of beer.

[Rose grins at that.]

Quite the pro at plyin' people with alcohol, yeah? [She winks as she takes a nice, big swallow of her wine.] Guess you're lucky they could be paid off in beer.

[He scowls at her, but there's a smile.]

It sounds so sordid when you phrase it like that.

S'meant to sound that way. [She's going to waggle her eyebrows at him.]

I'll have you know I've never done anything sordid in my life.

[She takes another swig of the wine. It is making her bold.]

That, Mr. Weasley, is a shame.

[He takes a few hearty swigs himself, then reaches for the wine and tops his glass off.]

I've never had many opportunities.

We really oughta fix that then, yeah?

[Once he's done with the wine, she tops her own glass off.]

Miss Tyler.

[He turns to her, eyebrows lifted.]

What are you implying?

[She bites her bottom lip, regarding him for a moment with a devious look on her face. She's struggling a bit, trying to decide just how far she pulls him in. On an brave moment, she pushes herself up to her knees, toward Percy. She's still got her glass in one hand. She puts the other hand on the back of the couch. He could slide out if he wanted to.]

'm not implyin' anything. Have to be a bit more...subtle to do that.

[Oh, but he's not moving. In fact, the hand that's not holding his own half-full glass is moving to brace Rose's hip.]

Then what are you saying?

[That's all the encouragement she needs, a smile curving her lips.]

That you really should do something sordid. Be happy to help out with that.

[She lets herself sway closer, still hovering above him, one knee pressed between his legs, her other foot on the floor.]

And what do you, Miss Tyler, know about sordid?

[The prim and proper RP accent is starting to slip, thanks to the wine and her proximity, the broader Devon accent starting to color his words as he gazes up at her.]

You kiddin'? I dropped out of school to be a groupie. [It's...true. She was his girlfriend at the time, but he was still a 'rock star' going on tour.

She lowers her head a bit, lips brushing his lips carefully at first.] Could give lessons in sordid if I wanted.

[Not entirely true. She's far from innocent, but she wasn't ever really sordid either.]

Then maybe you ought to show me.

[His hand slides along her side, eventually moving up to tangle in her soft blonde hair, pulling her mouth to his in a soft kiss.]

[She moves readily into that kiss, sighing against it as she lets some of her weight rest against him.]

[He wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her a little closer to him, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.]

[She breaks the kiss only to set her wine glass on the coffee table. She takes his glass from him as well, stretching the gap between the couch and the table, trusting him to keep her from falling to the ground. Once their both free of their wine glasses, she moves back into the kiss.]

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