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Peccant Scofflaw, city's No. 1 underworld crime lord.

M!A:

Date Night

snoopingscout:

"How about yours?" You grin. "I mean, I’d take y’ to mine, but it ain’t exactly what I’d call presentable. 'specially not after where we just were, yeah? I've been outclassed enough for one night.”

Although, you suppose Scofflaw probably doesn’t care much if you’re just going to get drunk, but you’re honestly curious as to where he’d take you. Another hangout, or where he actually lives? … Probably just another hangout, you doubt he trusts you enough.

You grin at him, and sling an arm across his shoulders. You feel buzzed, not drunk enough to be tipsy but certainly not sober at all.

"Aw, Scout, I’d totally take one a ya over a hundred a them." You wave you hand behind you towards the black Oasis. "Two-faced ‘n cheap, almost all a ‘em, and those that aren’t, well, there’s worst than shallow.” You turn him towards the parking lot and the waiting valet service.

"Right. Lets get trashed."

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victoriousvocabulary:

PYROPHILIAC
[noun]
1. one who has a sexual attractive or intense love of fire.
2. one who lives in fire or relies on the presence on fire.
Etymology: Greek pyro-, combining form of pŷr, ”fire” + philia, “love”.
[James Strehle - Fire Nymph]

victoriousvocabulary:

PYROPHILIAC

[noun]

1. one who has a sexual attractive or intense love of fire.

2. one who lives in fire or relies on the presence on fire.

Etymology: Greek pyro-, combining form of pŷr, ”fire” + philia, “love”.

[James Strehle - Fire Nymph]

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victoriousvocabulary:

LUSUS
[noun]
freak; a deviation from the normal; any abnormal phenomenon or product or unusual object; anomaly; aberration.
Etymology: Neo Latin, from Latin lusus, “playing, sport”.
[Alexander Kintner]

victoriousvocabulary:

LUSUS

[noun]

freak; a deviation from the normal; any abnormal phenomenon or product or unusual object; anomaly; aberration.

Etymology: Neo Latin, from Latin lusus, “playing, sport”.

[Alexander Kintner]

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Date Night

snoopingscout:

A cigarette is a good idea; you light one for yourself, watching the smoke dissipate into the night air.

"Hmm." You suck on your cigarette. "Don’t think I’d be much up for a brawl t’night, actually. Don’t particularly wanna puke up th’ best dinner I’ve had in years if I happen t’ get a fist in the stomach, y’ know?"

You shrug. “Cheap booze sounds good, though. What about somethin’ more… private?”

You smirk at him, flicking your spent cigarette to the ground and grinding it out with the heel of your boot. 

"Sure, Scout. Yours or mine?" You know you have like, eighty fucking bottles of cheap alcohol at various locations. You have to keep Inny pleasantly inebriated, after all, so there’s always alcohol on hand.

You assume Scout just drinks like a fish out of water. 

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Date Night

snoopingscout:

You stand up and stretch, a movement which is a little more of an effort than you expected it to be. You’re sure you can feel eyes on you again, but at this point, you’re too goddamn full and happy to care.

You follow quietly behind Scofflaw again for most of the trip to the door.

"So, where to next?" You ask him. "Th’ night’s still young, yeah?"

You shrug as you exit, having made brief goodbyes to the staff at the entrance to the Oasis. You pause a moment to light a cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke in an appreciative sigh.

"Dunno, I was thinkin’ some dive or something. Shitty alcohol, poor gamblers, possibility of a brawl later. Y’in?"

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Date Night

snoopingscout:

"Well, t’ be fair, if you’ve gotta go, that’d be th’ way to do it. Death by chocolate."

You finish your ice cream first before you take Scofflaw’s extra spoon. You can’t eat a whole lot more at this point, but speaker of the vast fucking croak you don’t need to.

You wait a little while for the euphoria to wear off before you say anything else.

"… You about ready t’ go?"

"Mm." You’re just idly drawing spirograph designs in your leftover chocolate now, holding your now-empty glass in your other hand. You’ve eaten what appeared to be two entire cows, the entire supply of chocolate for the town for the year and a really, really nice bottle of scotch.

"Yeah." If you move wrong, you’re pretty sure you’ll explode. It’s an interesting experience standing, that’s for sure. You absently smooth non-existent wrinkles from your jacket, staring about for the maître ‘d.

She’ll probably catch you before you exit. You can’t see her right now, but you assume she’s doing … whatever it is exactly a maître ‘d does. Terrorizing the waitstaff, you assume.

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Wow.

It’s been, uh.

It’s been a wild few days.

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Date Night

snoopingscout:

You watch the face Scofflaw makes when he sticks the spoon in his mouth, sort of wishing you could take a picture.

"Don’t hurt yourself, wouldn’t want t’ have to rush you to the hospital." You grin. "Seriously, though, can I try some of that?"

If looks could kill, Scout would be dead over his bowl before you could finish your mouthful. You take another look at your dessert cake-thing, and reconsider.

"I think if I try t’eat it all, I may just die. So, yeah.” You have another spoon and try not to loose your mind for the next five minutes. You’re not a huge chocolate fan but holy shit.

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Date Night

snoopingscout:

That is, quite possibly, the most beautiful bowl of ice cream you’ve ever seen. You wonder if you can get some extra to take home…

"Well, ‘s earned it’s name, at least," you say, looking over at Scofflaw’s dessert as you shove the licorice strand into your mouth. "That looks fucking sinful. I think y’ might need an exorcism after eating that.”

"Brace yourself, ‘m goin’ in."

The first spoonful blows a whole clean through your mind. You can see the edges of space crinkle at the edges. Your tongue seems to have taken a holiday from the taste overload.

"Ghng," you manage. You feel as if your jaw has fused shut around the heavenly bliss of chocolate.

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Date Night

snoopingscout:

“‘s kinda silly, you gotta admit. Don’t see what’s wrong with jus’ descriptive titles, or callin’ it ‘the number five’ or some shit.” But, you’re not really complaining. You sigh and stretch back in your chair.

"Heh, yeah." You grin back at him, looking genuinely happy. Nothing improves your mood quite like a good meal.

"Dunno, some a’ them are pretty snappy." You shrug. "A course, most a’ them are few ‘n far between. Some places just have that wit, I suppose." You make smalltalk with Scout for a few minutes until a waiter approaches you, a bowl of jet black ice cream with a long liquorice strand wound around the mounds of dessert like a snake in one hand and your dessert in the other. It steams faintly as it’s placed in front of you, smelling as decadent as it looks.

"If this doesn’t kill me ‘m gonna wonder what went wrong," you tell scout, lifting your spoon to break through the first crackling layer of chocolate wafer. Fudge oozes from within.

"Yep."

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Date Night

snoopingscout:

"Didn’t even know licorice ice cream existed. ‘s long as I’m here I can’t not try it.” You set the dessert menu back down.

"… Heh, even this place likes givin’ chocolate desserts dangerous-sounding names, huh? Guess y’ can’t ever quite shake that, no matter how fancy the restaurant." It’s a shred of familiarity in a place that’s otherwise way above your class level.

"Gives it some mystery ‘n allure, I think." Some of them never seem to make sense, though. You’ve given up trying to decipher meaning from menus, there never seems to be anything worth knowing.

The maître ‘d takes Scout’s menu and struts away, looking for all the world as if she owns the place. You nurse your drink in one hand, rolling the scotch around in it.

"Totally worth it," you say, grinning slightly.

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shadowdoxy:

twilit-treaties:

Entirely too long, if y’ ask me, love. How’ve you been holding up?

Oh, y’know how it is. Same old same old.

How’ve you been doing? We haven’t had much time to just sit and chat.

No, we haven’t. We should fix that, don’t ya think?

Me, I’ve been busy, I suppose. Livin’ the high life, there’s so much to do when you’re a celebrity.

It does get a bit dull, though. Haven’t been in a good scuffle in a while.

Tsk, the whirlwind life of a celebrity. Whatever shall you do with yourself?

Recently had cause t’go back t’ th’Black Oasis, remembered why it’s the best damn place t’get a feed in town. Y’interested in forsaking your high glam life for a night t’hit th’town w’little ol’ me?

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Entirely too long, if y’ ask me, love. How’ve you been holding up?

Oh, y’know how it is. Same old same old.

How’ve you been doing? We haven’t had much time to just sit and chat.

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shadowdoxy asked:
Hey sweetcheeks, did you miss me?

Doxy!

I was jus’ tellin’ m’self I needed t’talk to ya again.

S’been a while, hasn’t it doll?

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Date Night

snoopingscout:

"Good will gesture, huh? Better be careful, there. People might think you’re tryin’ t’ bribe me." You grin at him. "I’ll just have t’ make it up t’ you later, yeah?"

It’s up to him to decide what you meant by that.

You stare at the dessert menu almost meekly. You aren’t entirely sure you can actually fit any more food. But then…

"Licorice ice cream?"

"Me? Bribe?” You give a mock sigh and a look of shock. “Why I never." You grin anyway, scanning the menu in your hands. The next words out of his mouth are a bit of a surprise, but you’ve always been confident that he fights dirty. You may just have to dump Cat on him for a week in retaliation.

"Huh, really?" Yep, licorice ice cream. No candy corn anything though. You pout faintly. On the other hand…

"Terror’s Concoction for me," you say as you hand back the menu. Four different chocolate layers topped with a steaming berry reduction over the top? You may just die from the indulgence.

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