[ Her own heart skips a beat at the word "Heaven" - but then she remembers that she's actually heard of this one and her mood gets, if possible, even worse.
She sets her jaw and taps one revolver against her leg. (She doubts she'll need them, but putting them away just got a lot more awkward.) ]
....it's a parlor game. A particularly distasteful one.
[ Oh, what the hey. Her guns return to being two pairs of underwear and she steps into them like it's nothing. She does this all the time.
Finishing up, she flips her hair over her shoulder. ]
The parties involved must, under coercion from their peers, partake in certain physical expressions of endearment. Only then are they permitted release from captivity.
As expected from someone with this ghastly a sense of humor, a degrading experience for audience and participants alike.
[ She hasn't seemed to acknowledge that she's one of the latter, here. If you're going to lose your temper, she's going to affect self-possession. ]
no subject
She sets her jaw and taps one revolver against her leg. (She doubts she'll need them, but putting them away just got a lot more awkward.) ]
....it's a parlor game. A particularly distasteful one.
[ Oh, what the hey. Her guns return to being two pairs of underwear and she steps into them like it's nothing. She does this all the time.
Finishing up, she flips her hair over her shoulder. ]
The parties involved must, under coercion from their peers, partake in certain physical expressions of endearment. Only then are they permitted release from captivity.
As expected from someone with this ghastly a sense of humor, a degrading experience for audience and participants alike.
[ She hasn't seemed to acknowledge that she's one of the latter, here. If you're going to lose your temper, she's going to affect self-possession. ]