forum hey fellas im starting a new roleplay ((one on one, closed but open to stalkers))

Started April 22, 2019 by Deleted user

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"amen." he tossed it in the garbage, going to sit back down. "i thought i was the asshole that didn't get hangovers, but then i woke up this morning."

"You're welcome," she said while flashing him a toothy grin, still lying on part of the couch. From the way that she was positioned, she was looking at Nik upside down. She twisted her lips and cocked her head slightly in thought, studying him while he came over. "Question," she said after a while.

"answer. what's on your mind?" he smiled back, looking a lot more genuine than when they had first met.

"Why did you look for me? And then stick around. You don't strike me as the kind of person to hang around others. And people are just generally opposed to being within a mile of my presence." She continued to study him upside down, finding this better than outright staring–for a reason she has yet to decipher. Her head was dangling off the side of the couch, letting her hair spill like a golden waterfall.

nik flushed under her scrutiny.
"i guess… it gets lonely. zan is busy a lot, and when you said i could find you again, i just. thought i should. by god, you scared the hell out of me, but…" he coughed, twining his fingers together.
"i was lonely and i thought you were cool. what about you?" he asked suddenly, tilting his head to half-way match her angle.
"why'd you put up with me?"

"Partially the same reason. My best friend is this uppity-up–a cool one, FYI; I wouldn't put up with her if she wasn't–and is super busy all the time. She also is kinda… protective of me? I am the same when it comes to her as well, but she sometimes treats me like a child that needs protecting all the time. You understand me–and aren't judgemental of me. You do pretty much the same things as me and don't get upset if I get a little… trigger happy." She attempted to shrug. "Bonus: You're fun to hang out with."

"i mean, you're getting trigger happy with people who deserve it. i was taking that story when i couldn't afford to eat at all, but these people are the ones making it so these fucked up things happen to people like us. and i'm glad you think i'm fun to hang out with. you are too!"
he cleared his throat, shaking out the tension in his shoulders.
"i think one of the reasons is that i'm fully aware you could completely and totally kick my ass in about 6 seconds, no problem."

She grinned but didn't say anything as she heard the familiar beeping of the passcode lock to her hideout. The door opened, and a girl with a mass of dark curls, heterochromia blue and green eyes, and a darkish olive complexion walked in.
Tessa rolled her eyes. "And speak of the devil. Hey, Cin! How was the family dinner?" She cooed with an amused smile.
The girl turned a mismatched glare on Tessa. "Shut. Up. I'm just here for practice to get my mind off of that disaster, and then I'm gone." She headed to a door that led to the basement, not acknowledging Nik.

"that your uppity friend?" nik watched her go, eyes slightly squinted in thought.

Once the girl disappeared behind the door, Tessa answered him. "Yeah. Cinthia. Trust me, she's damaged too. Hence why we're best friends. She was just born into a really influential family out of town."

"neat. what does she mean by practice?"
he turned back to tessa, curious look on his face.

"Either dancing, singing, or punching shit." She groaned as she pulled herself up, twisting around so she was facing him once again. "I'm willing to bet it's the last one."

"just the words 'family dinner' make me agree with you," he groaned, rolling his eyes playfully.

She snickered. "Yeah, those things suck. But what her dinner consisted of was other families such as hers talking politics. I was supposed to go, but that's not really my thing." She winked at him. "You were my excuse."

"ah. glad i could help." he quipped, smiling. "what you described sounds exactly like hell. like, you die and find yourself seated at that fuckin meeting."

She nodded and found his smile contagious, as she was returning it with one of her own. "I know, right? And don't even get me started on those fancy parties rich people throw to brag about their money and talk shit behind each others' back. Living. Hell. I tell you."

"gooood, i knew a woman who threw birthday parties for her fuckin parakeet just to escort people around her mansion. i went to get more information on her, had the worst time of my damn life. got confused with her 'crackhead son' and 'butler' multiple times."
he stretched, popping his back and settling back down to pop his knuckles.
"worst rich party you've been to?"

"Six years old," she immediately said. "Foster parents paraded me around the… governor's?… birthday party and used me as a show of how nice they are. 'Oooh, look at us! Foster a poor, poor, unwanted child. What nice people we are!'" She adopted a high pitched and haughty voice as she did the imitation. "I got beat around when I wasn't pretending to be having fun. So, as you do when you're six years old, I set the curtains on fire. They threw me out in the snow and left me to rot. I landed on my arm and completely broke it." She held up her left arm, showing a very faint scar running up the side of it.

"jesus. foster parents can be real assholes, huh. i've heard that they are most of the time. my worst is when some bitch got too touchy. got uncomfortable real fast, trying to interview someone with some chick's hand on your ass."

She winced. "I–unfortunately–have been that chick a few times. For business purposes, mind you, but I feel for ya."

"yikes. in the least nosy way possible, what would you say is your best story from horny uppity bitches?" he inquired, curious to learn more about her.

She raised an amused brow, the corner of her lips twitching up in a smirk. "Well, I'd have to say about a year ago. I'd just killed her husband–as you do–and this mid-forties woman waltzes in with just some lingerie, drunk as could be, and stares at me. She's like," Tessa altered her voice to a drunkish-sultry voice, imitating the woman. "'Now that he's out of the way, why do we have some fun?' I was so fucking confused. She just walked up to me and practically stripped me with her eyes." Tessa snorted. "I let her flirt and whatnot, then I found some sleeping pills and knocked her ass out before hightailing it back here."

nik smiled wide, trying to control himself, before breaking out in laughter. it sounded like someone taking a chainsaw to concrete, but he showed no signs of pain.

when he recovered, he sat back up, rubbing his eyes. "oh thats gold. didn't know you were into cougars, tess."

Tessa grinned and leaned back, winking. "I'm into whoever catches my eye. She did not, but I let her have her fun until I found a solution to my problem." She cocked her head and closed one eye, a mischevious glint in the one remaining open. "What about you, Nik?" she purred. "Any stories to share?"

"one. this is kinda nsfw, but there was this dude. creepy as heeelllll. don't know why i even agreed to it, but it was a while back so i might've been starving." he looked up, trying to recall.
"he had some WEIRD kinks. i mean like necrophilia mixed with foot fetish level weird. i will not describe all of them, but level one was this shit he wanted me to wear. it was like… a horrible combination of hardcore bondage gear and lingerie. the red flags were already up and proud, and then he pulled out a matchbox. i took it upon myself to get the hell out of there before he branded 'daddys property' on my fucking dick or something."
he exhaled, scratching absentmindedly at his face.
"divorced male politicians really are something."