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the lyric prompt meme

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♪ Comment with your characters.
♪ Post to other characters with lyric prompts and, optionally, a picture to go with it.
♪ The lyrics can come from any song you like, or, hell, you can just link some instrumental music as well. Just so long as there's a song.
♪ Threads happen! Tears are shed.

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[modern AU available.]

❝ smack that all on the floor ; smack that give me some more ; smack that till you get sore ❞

["Let's go to a club!" they said. "It'll be fun!" they said.

This isn't really Robb's idea of fun, being stuck at the bar while his friends are off ogling the girl on the stage, dressed in just enough to cover up as she dances. Honestly, if he had a choice in the matter he wouldn't be here at all, he'd be at home fast asleep.

But as it is, he didn't have a choice, and so here he is at a club against his will, contemplating his shot glass.]

[Don't mind Petyr just clapping you on the back. Ned never taught you to have any fun, huh? Boy, you're going to sink to depravity even if it kills you.]

Not enjoying the new girl? We just got her in last week. She's been looking forward to meeting the most eligible bachelor in town.

[He blinks, then turns to look at Petyr. Oh, great.]

I'm pretty sure Theon would be happy enough to meet her too. [As for Robb himself, he's just finished finals, and all he wants to do is sleep for three days.]

Kinky, huh? Not sure if she does the menage thing.

I know I don't.

[Just leave him to his drinks so he can slip out and stumble home after all this.]

So dudes?

I'm straight, and just done with finals. I'm not in the mood.

Yeah, sure. You and your brother with the pretty hair. A pair of arrows. Cut loose, kid. Night's young.

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight
Just a touch of the fire burning so bright
No I don't want to mess this thing up
I don't want to push too far

[The sun's setting when he walks up to Elle's door, a bouquet of roses in hand, trying to ignore the hammering of his heart. He's dressed in his best clothes, which consist basically of a clean shirt, a new (secondhand) leather jacket, and new pants--hey, he's a broke college student. He can't afford fancy tuxes, and anyway, this is just their first date.

Granted, usually he dates people before he has sex with them but. Well. Not much has been the usual since this whole thing started.

He sucks in a breath, then knocks on her door.]

[They often found themselves falling into bed with each other every time they thought they might be on the brink of falling into something deeper. Keep it casual. Keep it simple. There's no danger in simply staying friends with benefits. It came with a certain emptiness though. Pangs of longing struck at the most inopportune moments: curling up in a cold bed late at night, sitting across from no one at the dinner table, watching movies alone in the wee hours of the morning while wondering if the empty space on the couch would ever fill itself.

Her heart leapt when he finally decided he'd had enough of "keeping it casual." As brave as she tried to be, she didn't want to be an imposition on him. She didn't want the weight of her feelings to burden him. Knowing that he wanted to take the next step helped to put her heart at ease. Perhaps she wouldn't be a burden. After all, she didn't perceive his regard as such. No, it was a gift.

She comes to the door in a simple sleeveless black dress, cut well above the knee as always. She's always considered her legs to be her best feature. The perfume at her pulse matches the scent of the bouquet he has in hand. He's dressed well for the occasion, something she knows must have taken a lot of effort considering how he favors casual attire. A button-down's always better than a tee and the jacket's a nice touch. No coffee stains in sight, too. It's almost a pity since she'd grown fond of those stains. It was all part of his charm.]

Good evening.

[Just the mandatory greeting. Despite how long they've known each other and everything they've done together, she can't help but be a bit nervous.]

[In truth, it wasn't ever casual, it was anything but. Robb's never been capable of being casual about love, after all, and a few months of trying not to think about it is a few months too long.

He blinks, taking in her appearance, and swallows. Right. He still can't bring himself to believe that they're actually properly dating, and how long has it been since he last dated anyone, that he's pretty much all but forgotten what to do on a first date? God, he hopes he doesn't end up driving her away by the end of it.]

You look lovely.

[For a second it seems like he's gone catatonic, freezing as he looks at her. Is something wrong? Having second thoughts? She wouldn't fault him for wanting to bolt. Once they move forward, they can't exactly turn back. It'll be hard to go back to being friends if this doesn't pan out. His words put her at ease though. At least he thinks she looks fine.]

I could say the same about you. Are those for me?

[She eyes the roses in his hands, noting how tightly his hand is clenched around the paper-wrapped flower stalks. They're both so obviously uneasy. He's still the same man as yesterday, isn't he? Her classmate and her friend. And she hasn't changed either.

So why does she feel like nothing's ever going to be the same once this night's done?]

Yeah, I figured you'd like them.

[Uneasy doesn't even begin to describe his thoughts right now, quite a few of them going somewhere along the lines of oh god oh god please let this night go off without a hitch. He's not all that religious, not since his father died, but he's praying rather fervently now. One night. Please just let us have one night that ends well.]

So, where do you want to start?

[Taking the flowers from him, she wonders what to do. Put them in some water and invite him in?

If you do that, you know you'll just end up making out on the couch and skipping dinner.

All right, that was out of the question then. But she couldn't exactly hold them all throughout the date, could she? She takes her time to smell them, pondering her next move.]

Let me just put these in some water. You can come in and sit for a bit before we head for the restaurant. The reservations are for seven, right?

[Bad move. Bad move. Abort. Abort.]