them sexts

[inuyasock]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

what it says on the tin. leave a blank comment, include your preferences or a starter, it's all good. reply to others with a text, a dirty picture (please link all nsfw things!), misfires, misdials, drunk filthy voicemails, whatever your heart desires.

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[motiontocompel]

I would be offended if you didn't! Where are we going?

[infinite1ups]

Trying to remember which bars I haven't been banned from, please hold.

[ About a minute later: ]

OK got it! Skybar Lounge. Feels like a redundant name.

[motiontocompel]

Oh, right, I know the place. Definitely gives me an idea of what kind of experience you're looking for. Give me a rundown of your optimal catch.

[infinite1ups]

Someone kinda hot, who isn't an asshole, and is down for a walk of shame in the morning? The bar is embarrassingly low.

[motiontocompel]

I hear that. I'm sure we can get you some action. Do you already know what you're wearing?

[infinite1ups]

Got some options picked out, haven't decided. Any fashion input? You look good, I trust your taste.

[motiontocompel]

Normally I wouldn't dare suggest short and shiny, but if you have anything like that, I think it would work.

[infinite1ups]

Wouldn't you know it, one of the options was short and shiny.

Please tell me you got me if I drop anything cause I'm not trying to show the whole bar my ass.

[motiontocompel]

I'd be a terrible wingman if I didn't protect your ass.

[infinite1ups]

Truly the wind beneath my wings. Meet you at the bar? First round's on me.

[motiontocompel]

I'm the boss and I say don't you dare. This is a business expense and it will go on the corporate credit card. Otherwise yes. I'll see you in an hour.

[infinite1ups]

Getting me laid is not a business expense! But OK fine I'll meet you there.

[motiontocompel]

I'm definitely not paying someone so you can have sex! I am just paying for the drinks that may or may not lead to loosened inhibitions.

[infinite1ups]

In that case you shouldn't be paying for my drinks. I can't get drunk, it'd be super wasteful.

[motiontocompel]

Hey, I am not drinking alone. Don't make me drink alone!

[infinite1ups]

I didn't say I wasn't drinking! Just that you shouldn't pay. :p

[motiontocompel]

How much more back and forth is required before you just let me pay? Can we skip to that?

[infinite1ups]

OK, OK, you can buy. Just this once. Headed to the bar now!

[motiontocompel]

As promised, Foggy finds his way to the bar to meet Claire. Having her work at Nelson, Murdock & Page has been one of Foggy's better ideas, he thinks, and not just because they get to gossip and make fun of Matt together most days of the week. Claire has insights that help Foggy through a complicated life surrounded by spectacular people with different skill sets. She offers perspective into the lives of the superpowered while remaining suitably tethered to Earth in a way that Foggy appreciates. She's practical when she needs to be and other times, like this, it's impractical because it's what's needed.

"Okay, I know I said short and shiny, but you can't work for me if you've got a record and that is criminally good," he says upon walking up in his own snazzy attire. He'd be a bit formal in a three-piece suit if he didn't automatically jazz up every look with a patterned button-down and contrasting tie. Tonight he's got on the doves, white over a navy field, and the tie's knot has already been loosened an inch to reveal his open collar.

Reaching out, he holds his hand in the way a person does when asking for an elegant spin. "Let me see this," he requests, his grin bright and his hair already working its way out of place. The other hand is very practiced and slides his credit card onto the bar to start their tab while he waits for Claire's presentation.

[infinite1ups]

Working at the firm has really been just what Claire needed. It's serious enough to give her something to focus on and set a plan for re-starting her education in earnest. Also, working with Foggy is fun.

Not just for outings like this, but also in the office. Her new boss is quickly becoming one of her favorite people. She beams when she spots him in the bar, though the compliment quickly gets her blushing. Her office attire is far more modest.

"Thank you, thank you." Claire does her little turn, the shiny red fabric hugging her curves. She's petite, but long-legged, and wears the hell out of a short dress. Facing forward again, her attention turns to Foggy with a breathless giggle.

"Look at you, sharp dressed man. ZZ Top was right."

[motiontocompel]

Similar to Claire, Foggy does a little turn in his outfit, arms outstretched like he's an elegant model. His suits aren't cheap — one of the many expenses he'd splurged on when he'd worked for Hogarth, Chao & Benowitz — so he looks good for a reason, but there's no buying the confidence that Foggy has in himself. Even a cheap suit looks nice when he's wearing it. That comes from a lifetime of caring and encouraging family and a track record of acing pretty much anything he put his mind to.

"I'm already here, no need to butter me up," he jokes, amusement crinkling at the corner of his eyes.

Sliding into a spot at the bar, he leans an elbow on the brass cap and glances around at the groups of people gathered. The music's pumping through the speakers and small pockets of well-dressed patrons of all ages laugh and drink. Foggy takes a cursory glance and then looks back to Claire. "See any prospects yet?"

[infinite1ups]

"It ain't buttering up if it's true."

Clearly it's a quality suit, but that confidence is indeed priceless. Claire nods admiringly as he turns, letting out a low whistle, half-teasing. Honestly, even if she strikes out tonight, it's still refreshing to get dressed up and go out. Studying and working toward law school has had her a little cooped up since she'd started working at the firm.

She settles into the spot next to Foggy, turning her attention to the crowd. It's hard to spot anyone who seems to be there alone, or at least not there with a date. A quick read of people's body language maybe gives her a couple leads, but she'll need to observe more to be sure before she approaches.

"Not really? But it's still kinda early." She looks back to Foggy, grinning sheepishly. "I've accidentally hit on people in front of their dates more than once so... I might err on the side of caution for a little bit."

dw did not send me this notif D:<

[motiontocompel]

He's also spying on the crowd, and feels similar to Claire in that most everyone looks tied together at the hip. Still, the night and Claire are young; there will be prospects.

"That is fair," he agrees pointedly, waggling his finger to acknowledge her point. "But that doesn't mean we can't start on our homework now."

Turning back to the bar, he gets two shots of vodka on the rocks and offers one to Claire. Even if she can't get drunk, Foggy's not about to drink without her. He lifts his glass in salute — a way to get the night started — and then observes the crowd again.

"So, tell me what you're seeing that you do like. Give me a run-down of Claire's perfect person to end the night with."

it's been doin that to me too! :'(

[infinite1ups]

She's acquired a taste for most alcohol purely due to using her regeneration to cheat at drinking contests - the reason for her getting kicked out of some bars. She'd normally choose something tastier to drink for fun, but she doesn't mind the vodka. Raising her glass with a small 'cheers', she takes a sip.

Claire's making a mental note to make sure he'll be able to get home safe. Yeah, they're going out to get her laid, but she'd feel horrible if anything happened to him. She's that text me when you get home safe friend, no matter what.

"I don't know if I really have a specific type, at least not physically. I'm not that picky." There's been some variety in the people she's been with, she thinks. "As long as they're not, like, a total asshole. Someone nice and, y'know, attractive."

Way to narrow it down, Bennet.

"This... isn't helping, is it?"

[motiontocompel]

Foggy laughs. He can't help himself. Claire's out here looking like a million bucks but she's certainly not providing much in the game department. It's cute, Foggy thinks, but he's not underestimating her one iota. No, it's likely that her comfort with him makes all the difference, and seeing her express herself so blatantly is exactly the kind of refreshing spirit that's helped bring the office a fresh edge.

"No, no, it totally is," he says and he throws an arm around her shoulders. Out in the mix he can spy a few prospects — people he's fairly certain are mingling, too, based on their body language — and for a moment he wishes Matt had come along so he could abuse the guy's super senses in an effort to get their friend laid. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Not a total asshole, but what about twenty-five percent asshole? I say no. Zero percent asshole candidates unless they're vetted assholes. So sayeth your wingman."