forum Not Broken, Just Bent. (Hospital/Asylum Soulmate RP)

Started June 05, 2018 by Deleted user

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"Okay, I'm," Thorn thought for a second, "I dare you to hold your breath for 30 seconds."

"Oh come on, that's so easy." Lana didn't even bother taking a deep breath before holding it. Thirty seconds went by. Then another twenty. It was about 52 seconds before she actually needed to take a breath.

“No, no, I didn’t actually do it. He grabbed some other guy after I got him to leave me alone, but Argo damn near laughed me out of the bar,” Kaz chuckled. As if on cue, Cas walked over with the burgers and beers.

“Heard you talking about ol’ Sammy,” he said, setting the plates down before pretending to put a phone to his ear. “Cas, Cas, you gotta help me! There’s a hot guy and I don’t know how to pole dance!” He snickered, and Kaz flipped him off

Vaughn’s brows raised at the pair, humming in thought. He would sure as hell never try anything that raunchy. Besides, he’d probably end up falling and breaking his neck anyway. And didn’t strippers always have to look nice and pretty? He was littered with plenty of scars. That wasn’t pretty.

If a look could kill, he would be dead. Luka cracked a grin. "I have a pushover nurse. He obviously can't resist my charms." Luka struck a pose.

"Charms. . . right." Axel nodded, shaking his head and laughing as he watched Luka. Sure, he had a few cute nurses, but every single one of them was fake and sugarcoated nearly everything. "So, you're my, uh, emotional support guy?" He asked, turning the conversation back towards what Luka had said to his nurse.

Kaz pouted. “Hey, I bet I could probably learn. I mean it’d be pretty hot to have a gay stripper who shoots lightning when he dances or something,” he chuckled. “Eh, Vaughn? Bet I’d look alright in a tie and fishnets,” he joked

Vaughn’s face flushed a light shade of red as he thought about how Kaz would look in just those clothes. “I’m not the person you should be asking,” he muttered, a slight stammer in his tone. He turned his head away partly, taking a quick swing of his beer. Oh, he had missed alcohol so much.

"Oh come on, that's so easy." Lana didn't even bother taking a deep breath before holding it. Thirty seconds went by. Then another twenty. It was about 52 seconds before she actually needed to take a breath.

"Sorry," Thorn said sheepishly, "I've never really played this game a lot. So I'm not good at giving dares."

"That's okay. Wanna just stick with truth from now on? There's not that many dares we can do in a hospital room anyways." Lana smiled.

Thorn smiled back her face a bit red, "Yeah, that sounds good."

"Okay. Let's see…" Lana thought about her next question. "How about…have you ever been in a fight?"

Thorn looked away, "A few. Mainly with jerks that made fun of me."

"I know what you mean. I've had my share of fights too." Lana picked up her pencil and sketchbook again, pretending to write. "Give me names and addresses of the assholes who hurt you. I just wanna talk. And by talk, I mean beat the crap out of them."

Thorn laughed, "Are you sure? There are quite a few and by a few I mean a dozen. And by dozen I mean a couple dozen. I really wasn't liked in school."

"Alright, time to beat up the whole school," Lana said, "I'll kick the teacher's asses too. And the principal. And the moms that come to the meetings." She shrugged sheepishly. "Am I too willing to fight? Nope. Not at all."

Thorn continued laughing, "I've never had someone say that. This is great. How about you any fights?"

"Any fights?" she repeated. "Any fights?" She grinned. "I've been in too many fights. I honestly don't know how I'm in a hospital and not in prison."

Thorn's laughing refused to cease, "I'm sorry. Just you seem so nice? And yet you're so violent."

"I'm nice and violent," Lana clarified with a devilish smirk. "Take names, kick ass, make friends. That's me."

Thorn smirked back, "Okay. Have you ever dated someone before?"

She made a face. "Eh. Twice. Both turned out to be jerks."

"Guys or girls?" Thorn asked the question before she could think about what she was saying. She looked down quickly, "You don't have to answer that."

A slow smile spread across Lana's face. "You've given me full rights to ask personal stuff, hope you realize that." She twirled her hair. "I dated a guy once and a girl once. How about you, Thorn? Into guys, or into girls?"

Thorn's face turned red, "I-I realize that. And I don't think you're love should be defined by a gender, if you love them. You love them. So I suppose both."

"That's a great way to put it," Lana said. "I agree."