03-27-2023, 01:07 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-27-2023, 01:10 AM by Jaxen Marveet.)
He turned back to Denis. “You’re fucking with me?” he said just as the kid shook his head.
“Go downstairs and count the sleeping beauties if you want,” Denis shrugged and pushed his way into the crowd.
Jaxen studied the the pill in his hand one last time before muttering to himself and shoving it into a pocket. He’d try it later close to a comfy pillow. But for now, they’d have to settle for rec’s. Not there was anything wrong with that.
It took a few minutes to get the recreationals from the bartender, but he generously shared with Zephyr. It was an easy sniff, quick-acting. They’d laced this particular brand with an odorant that Jaxen took to be like chocolate. Not his favorite, but it masked the chemical-smell good enough. The effects weren’t instant. Those were other brands. But a good five minutes should be enough. He shared a knowing smile with Zephyr and was a pliant follower, thinking they’d go back to dancing and making out. Not like he objected before.
Which was why he smirked quite satisfactorily when she led him through the dancers and toward an exit. Not back to the street. This one led down. His smile widened to a knowing grin. He had plans for that big mouth of hers.
Somewhere through the maze that he was starting to feel a little lost in, they’d caught up to another couple. Jaxen barely noticed it was the same kid that Zephyr pointed out at the bar. She’d said something about knowing his friends? And the boy on stage? Was she talking about Nox? Guy was hardly a friend. Jaxen was at Kallisti for the spectacle and celebrity. Not the performers. But good for him anyway.
His head was starting to swim. Heart starting to beat faster. Emboldened, not that he needed boldening, he snatched her waist with one arm, slamming her back against his chest and pressed his own hips against that taut ass. He wanted to stop just a second and grope the body she’d flaunted all night. Just for a minute. Then they could continue. He tipped his lips down to her neck.
While he held her, his other hand was busy though. It slipped into his pocket then, fingering the chain that he’d stuffed there. She lifted it off the kid. The pick-pocket. Stealing the dress. Now lifting bracelets. So goddamn hot.
"Tell me who the hell you are," he said just as he slipped that silver tongue into her lucky, lucky ear, promising more for a few little secrets.
“Go downstairs and count the sleeping beauties if you want,” Denis shrugged and pushed his way into the crowd.
Jaxen studied the the pill in his hand one last time before muttering to himself and shoving it into a pocket. He’d try it later close to a comfy pillow. But for now, they’d have to settle for rec’s. Not there was anything wrong with that.
It took a few minutes to get the recreationals from the bartender, but he generously shared with Zephyr. It was an easy sniff, quick-acting. They’d laced this particular brand with an odorant that Jaxen took to be like chocolate. Not his favorite, but it masked the chemical-smell good enough. The effects weren’t instant. Those were other brands. But a good five minutes should be enough. He shared a knowing smile with Zephyr and was a pliant follower, thinking they’d go back to dancing and making out. Not like he objected before.
Which was why he smirked quite satisfactorily when she led him through the dancers and toward an exit. Not back to the street. This one led down. His smile widened to a knowing grin. He had plans for that big mouth of hers.
Somewhere through the maze that he was starting to feel a little lost in, they’d caught up to another couple. Jaxen barely noticed it was the same kid that Zephyr pointed out at the bar. She’d said something about knowing his friends? And the boy on stage? Was she talking about Nox? Guy was hardly a friend. Jaxen was at Kallisti for the spectacle and celebrity. Not the performers. But good for him anyway.
His head was starting to swim. Heart starting to beat faster. Emboldened, not that he needed boldening, he snatched her waist with one arm, slamming her back against his chest and pressed his own hips against that taut ass. He wanted to stop just a second and grope the body she’d flaunted all night. Just for a minute. Then they could continue. He tipped his lips down to her neck.
While he held her, his other hand was busy though. It slipped into his pocket then, fingering the chain that he’d stuffed there. She lifted it off the kid. The pick-pocket. Stealing the dress. Now lifting bracelets. So goddamn hot.
"Tell me who the hell you are," he said just as he slipped that silver tongue into her lucky, lucky ear, promising more for a few little secrets.