bakerstreet | don't know, don't tell

Stranger Sex Meme

You don't know the person -- whether you've never tagged them or you're retconning all cr, this person has never spoken to you before. But all you really want to do is fuck.

Scenes:

1. Back Alley - Just met them, no time, well here, have a back alley.

2. Picked Up at a Bar - Well you could go home or you could fuck in the bathroom.

3. Club - Grinding against someone is kind of like sex. Why not go all the way?

4. School/ Uni - Under the bleachers, in an empty classroom? Maybe you arrived to be tutored and there's only one person in the library?

5. Job - At work and just met a hot client? New at the job and want to blow the boss? Well the freezer at your job might not work so well, but you can try.

6. Blind Date - Set up on a date somewhere, you hit it off, and bam! Sex.

7. Gloryhole/ Sex on Purpose - You went somewhere specific to have stranger sex.

8. Out and About - Doing your menial tasks and you met someone you just really want to pick up. Totally the 'other' catagory.

You know the deal:
-Post your character/ preferences.
-Post around.
-Profit.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The wisdom of centuries isn't always pronounced in a host so attune to her body's and mind's true youth, to the reality of the agelessness people can obtain. But she thinks she recognises an old husband's hesitation of affront, the swirling visage of a polite enemy glowering in silence. Loki seems momentarily away before returning, but Jadzia certainly recognizes his want to move on.

Isn't that what joined Trills really do best? She pauses only a second before smiling, a thumb feeling against chilly, whitened knuckles that she releases a moment later. "This Trill enjoys a lot of different things. I suppose it'd be easier to just admit that I hate being bored."

There's a resonance of vitality behind those icy eyes that makes Jadzia think Loki may feel the same.

Relief doesn't begin to describe the sensation that washes over Loki's internal whirlpool of moods when Jadzia doesn't even seem to notice his discomfort. If she did, she is superbly skilled at not missing a beat. Perhaps Loki is just too used to when Thor would catch wind of any ill response of Loki's, which would without fail result in constant harrassment -- or as Thor called it, "concern."

No, this response is much preferred.

He takes his drink in slowly while Jadzia speaks, though his interest is beginning to wane in it in favour of examining the woman. "So you come to a bar," Loki begins to muse, piecing together this picture of the woman before him, "which in itself can be quite dull, unless you have plans in mind to begin with."

And what could Jadzia have had in mind further than wandering in alone and aquaintence-less for a drink or two? Had she really intended to make some friends on the fly, or was she not here alone?

Loki sits the half-empty mug on the bar and rests his arm upon the surface, attempting to mimick Jadzia's casual body language, even going so far as to lean in slightly. "What does a place like this do to serve your thirst for adventure?"

Jadzia's glad she picked this man out of the crowd - glad he decided to elbow up to the bar and harass the bartender a little bit. He's returning the interest in kind but with style, weaving her words into his own continuations of the conversation seemlessly. Intelligence has never been something Jadzia has really found lacking in the people she's surrounded with in day-to-day life, living in the job she does, but cleverness is a different beast all together and the mischievious heart at her center delights in sensing it in Loki.

"Talking with good company isn't dull. I suppose I have enough hope in people that I come to bars expecting to meet interesting ones." She's explaining with a smile in her very voice, the warmth of good liquor tingling her throat. "And it looks like I was right." Jadzia doesn't reach out a hand to playfully bat at Loki's arm, but she doesn't have to - her gaze has an obvious weight to it, a calculating glint that's not predatory but only enjoying.

This Jadzia really knows how to banter, and Loki appreciates the ability greatly. For a fleeting moment he wonders if perhaps he has just gone so long without interaction that he is falling too easily into this trap. Maybe he's so starved that he's latching onto any hint of open friendliness a little too easily; maybe he should back out before this weakness overcomes him.

But that spark of deviousness in Jadzia's eyes has him caught where he stands, that smirk on her painted lips proving to be too playful for him to respond with an unforgiving chill. Though his instincts urge him to retaliate, the woman's presence is melting something in Loki's chest slowly, and he's not entirely aware of it yet.

"You surely can attract a certain kind of company, at least," Loki remarks over the rim of his drink's mug before sipping at the beverage. He wonders what Jadzia intends for this to lead to. If she is vacationing alone, he suspects she doesn't make long-term connections often. Not that he doesn't either, but he's...simply curious. "Is talking all you enjoy from strangers?"

It completely escapes Loki how inappropriate that query could be taken.

Innuendo makes way for the obvious trumpet of direct questions, and Jadzia chuckles into her glass, has a private moment of amusement with the alcohol warming her own chilly veins. She's heated with a want for good company to go with her good ale, however, and the gaze she levels at this man who's so accidentally forward is unmistakable.

"I think I already mentioned that as long as they're interesting, they can go far." There's teeth exposed by thin but shapely painted lips when she smiles. Wolfish, because for all her power and ability she's also a pack animal, one who genuinely thrives on company. She's never unwilling or cornered, and if she was - you would know. "I can go far."

It's fast but exciting, and Jadzia's caught between asking for his profession or just asking his room number when the bartender saves her the trouble. Frowning set to put flames in his bartop, he still stops short of actually pushing Loki away from the counter, although he does crowd up to him. "You see those Betazoids by the door? This is their spot every Thursday, I'm afraid you're going to have to move."

Loki senses something deeper than just flirtation, a level of suggestiveness, an alluring tease, and a lone eyebrow quirks up as he begins to take the bait. Oh-so-slightly glossy orbs flick about her face inspectingly, while a trickling of a grin leaks across a corner of his mouth--

Then that damned wretch manages to butt in and break the underlying rhythm in the moment, and Loki is nearly jolted back to reality, though he has the reaction of a predatory reptile. His head turns by a few degrees slowly, eyes narrowing into an almost affronted glare. He doesn't even bother to look back over his shoulder at those Betazoids by the door. What a fool, to speak to him in such a contemptuous manner. His sad, worthless being hardly deserves to even acknowledge that of a God's, much less regard one with such insolence!

Loki's natural instinct is to lash out and put the lowly derelict in his place...but he recalls Jadzia, and not wanting to generate a displeasurable scene, he takes the high road. Or, well...the highest road he can manage.

"Ah, is that the case..." Loki sets the mug firmly on the bartop before leaning onto it, bracing himself on his arm and looming closer to the bartender as if to make it suddenly a private discussion -- though he has no intention of being secretive, or at least, not overheard by some. "Answer me this: do they pay you for your spineless submission, or do you always bend to the will of those who can intimidate you?"

There is no other nicer way to call someone a man-bitch, really.

The man at the bar splutters for only a moment before literal decades of tending bar in unpleasant circumstances comes back to him. He stays put and levels a stare that's angry - if not intimidating - and the antennae on his head seem to tremor with his frustration. "I don't bend to peoples' wills, but I do serve those who do well by me." His glance is reaching past Loki now, towards the dark-eyed trio that's rapidly approaching him and Jadzia with looks between confusion and bland annoyance. "Not trouble-makers, though. I won't have you in my bar - and you've bought enough so far that I don't feel guilty telling you to leave." The last word is said with a slightly louder tone, and one of the Betazoids looks over at them in evident alarm.

Jadzia, watching, catches on to the empath's apparent knowledge of just how upset one or both of the men are getting, and she'd rather not have an incident from either. A hand snakes comfortably over to Loki's forearm - thin but solid under what feels like real leather, how unique in this time period to not have replicated clothing - and she leans in decisively between the two. She's not immune to getting ino heated arguments that may or may not involve slamming her fist against someone's skull, but she's equally fearless in breaking up a potential fight. "That's all right, I'm starting to get a little blinded by all the ego-flashing anyway. From both of you." Her reproachful glance at Loki lasts all of a second, though, before she's urging him away from the bar with a questioning nod...that then looks at and lingers on her fingers against the dark hide of his shirt.

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