fortune cookie meme

[shelliemay]

1. Head over here to get a fortune.

↪ Hit [open a cookie] until you get one/s you like!

2. Post the fortune/s with your character.

↪ Include your character's reaction to it.
↪ Or don't! Follow your heart.

3. Others respond to your character's fortune.
4. ???
5. Profit!

Comments

[suds]

(Winks at him before he can look away, and then grins to himself as he looks at his cards.)

Yeah, yeah. At least you took your shirt off.

(And he lays his cards out with a grin)

Three of a kind, baby! I have a lucky streak.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Mmm, I should pay more attention to the cards.

[Gathering the cards in to a discard pile, he looks up with a raised eyebrow.]

Okay? So, what do you want this time?

[suds]

You can pick. I got what I wanted.

(Winks at him, pushing his cards over, touching his fingers with Quentin's for a brief second.)

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Really? Okay, so- I'm picking... my watch.

[He deals again, hands not quite steady and he keeps his eyes mostly on Eliot, or somewhere in his general vicinity and less on the cards, just let's them flow from hand to hand before dealing again. He places the cards face down, not even looking at his cards.]

I don't have to trade any. You?

[suds]

Your watch.

(Nods his head, watching Quentin play like he doesn't have a care in the world and Eliot's not sure how to take it. He laughs then and trades, surveying his cards.)

Okay. Let's go.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[Cocking his head, he turns his own hand over and smirks - straight flush, and yes, some of the cards might have been played already and should probably be in the discard pile next to Eliot, but- here they are.]

Oh. Does that mean I win again? You're running out of things to take off.

[suds]

(Three of a kind, and he laughs, shaking his head.)

Okay. What is it this time?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Pants off, Waugh.

[Grinning, he gets the cards again and shuffles them a little, leaving them in a neat pile between them.]

Want to deal them? We're getting closer to finding a winner.

[suds]

Yes, sir.

(He laughs and shakes his head, leaning back so he can unbutton and unzip and wiggle out of his pants. He's left in a simple black pair of boxer-briefs, and grins.)

Next.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[God, this is. Something. And Quentin looks up at the ceiling for a bit before looking back down to grin at Eliot over the wast expanse of his bed.]

You kind of need to deal the cards for this to work.

[suds]

Okay.

(Smiles as he takes the deck and shuffles them with much less flourish than Quentin, and deals them to the best of his ability. He's okay with cards. But he's not great at it.)

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[Taking one look at the cards, he trades in a single one and waits, legs crossed and leaning back on his hands.]

I'm ready?

[suds]

Me too.

(He smiles as he shows his three of a kind, knowing it's not an all kill but it's all he has.)

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[Flipping his own cards, a straight and he sits back again.]

Well... it's your tie or your underwear. I'll let you choose.

[suds]

(he's so smug even when he's trying to play it cool. Eliot laughs and removes his tie with deft hands, offering the strip of fabric over to Quentin.)

Does this mean you win?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Yep. And all your clothes are mine now. And your enormous shoes, too.

[suds]

You know what they say about big shoes.

(He's perfectly comfortable there in his underpants.)

Big feet.

(He winks)

If you wanted fashion advice you could have asked instead of getting me to strip for you.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

What? You suggested strip poker, not me. I'm just taking a chance to upgrade my wardrobe with some nice, huge clothes.

[Not at all comfortable, sitting up against the headboard with his legs pretzeled and twitching in his skin ever so slightly. But he doesn't go to get dressed.]

How's your cookie doing?

[suds]

I'd like to see it. You should put them on.

(He'd absolutely jump at the chance to get to dress Quentin. He'd look really sharp in something dark and pressed and Eliot bites his lip just thinking about it. It's obvious in the way he's looking Quentin over, too.)

Um, yeah the cookie. I ate her. So.

(He makes a face and shrugs.)

Oops.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[There's suddenly a huge hole in the conversation and Quentin dug it himself. It's not as if he's against wearing Eliot's clothes, because they're crazy soft and nice against his skin and they smell like Eliot, but... really, getting a hard-on from getting dressed would probably get noticed right away since he'd have to remove what little he has on already.

Clearing his throat, he rubs his face with both hands and stares at the clothes in question.]

I don't know. I'm just going to get food on them or something? Or rip them? Eliot, you probably shouldn't eat haunted cookies. Who knows where it's been?

[suds]

(He's laughing then, shaking his head and letting it drop since it obviously makes Quentin so uncomfortable.)

I just wanted to see if I'd get possessed or something. And I know where it came from. It's that Chinese place downtown. They have the best General Tso's chicken, you know? I always get it when I'm wasted.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

You're wasted?

[Which- shouldn't be a surprise, but it really is, because Eliot seems as flawless as ever, not slurring his vowels or stumbling all over the place and guilt just slips in to his voice and weighs down the corners of his mouth a little.]

You can- uhm, you can have your clothes back?

[suds]

No, unfortunately. It was left-overs.

(He's smiling then, because he doesn't know what Quentin's thinking that makes him frown like that.)

I don't want my clothes back.

(He does. But. Playing along is better for this.)

We could get drunk if you want.

(Because he's an alcoholic and he's ready for it. Any time. Anywhere.)

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Uhm. Sure. Why not? Let's get drunk.

I'll just get dressed before going downstairs.

[Uncurling a little, to get up, he turns more fully towards Eliot.]

I'm- I'm glad you're not drunk. Yet.

[suds]

Yeah? No one has ever said that to me before.

(He's usually more friendly when he's drunk. Definitely more fun. It's why he drinks so much.)