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[memety]

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.

Comments

[thispoisonousdream]

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.

[capableofanything]

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.