SECOND ANNUAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY! (Open RP)

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley awoke, not in his comfortable bed inside Club 33, but disoriented and hung over on a bench in front of the castle, an empty bottle of rum still clutched in one hand, mouth fuzzy, and head pounding.

"Ngk."

He brought up the other hand to guard his bleary, uncovered eyes from the glaring sun. It took him a moment to realize that there was a great deal more frilly sleeve around his wrist than there should be. After a perfectly still moment, Crowley ever so cautiously moved his hand down slightly to discover a mustache and double braided beard.

"Bugger."

It wasn't what he meant to say.

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[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

She had no particular desire to fault his first-aid techniques just now, being a bit distracted with trying to take off her shoes and hopefully, eventually, solving this whole jeans-around-ankles dilemma.

Not wanting to dislodge him with too much wiggling - well, it seemed rude - she sat up a bit on her elbows and tried to toe off her sneakers. She seemed to be grinning a lot. She didn't seem to be able to help it.

[lasting-justice.livejournal.com]

Well, he could multi-task. It was a sort of requirement in his line of work. Nearly amused at the fact that he seemed to be slightly more organized in the order of clothing removal (wasn't that supposed to be the other way around?), he used fingertips to urge her to bend her knees so he could help with the footwear.

Distraction was not normally a problem for him, but he caught that grin out of the corner of his eye, and it prompted him to raise his head. "An' what could be runnin' through yer head to make ye smile so like Fortune spinnin' her wheel?" And yet another something that made no sense in his frame of reference.

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

Oh, you always did the tricky or time consuming prep work first: sifting the flour before starting with the mixing. Her clothes weren't complicated: just sneakers, jeans and panties, counting from the feet up. She bent her knees obligingly to allow for the unshoeing.

"Arr, I be on that wheel as surely as ye be," (the reference did in fact make sense to her, if of a somewhat abstruse kind) "and if I be smilin' 'tis only the spinnin' makin' me dizzy." She sat up a little bit more so she could kiss him again.

[lasting-justice.livejournal.com]

Having both lips and hands occupied almost put him at ease; there was efficiency to it, and each step at the moment was an obvious one. One shoe tossed aside, then the next, then untangle her ankles and get jeans out of the way. He glanced down and narrowed his eyes on bare feet; not much left to the imagination at this point, and that was truly jarring for him.

"Me lass is freed t'would seem," he murmured against the corner of her mouth. He had a suspicion that she had been eating her fair share of those cookies today, tasting a trace of something sweet at the edge of her mouth.

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

"Freedom be a fine thing indeed," she agreed, that corner of her mouth turning up. (She always ate her own sweets. That was part of the job, and a big part of why she liked the job.)

Now that her legs were free, she thought she should make an demonstration of exactly why that was a desirable state of affairs. She decided the best way to do this was to move them up around his back.

((How would you feel about going to a fade-to-black, here? My pr0n bizarre-o-meter is encouraging my tendency to procrastinate, I think...))

[lasting-justice.livejournal.com]

((That's a-okay with me. Although, I'm thinking a morning-after thread should be done. XD))

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

((Oh, absolutely. Here, or in a new post?))

[lasting-justice.livejournal.com]

((I'm thinking new post. Do you want to start, or should I? XD))

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

((You go. XD I'm dying to see his afterthoughts. The pirate-y-ness should have worn off at midnight...))

[lasting-justice.livejournal.com]

((You got it. I'll have it up in a few minutes. XD))