We Like Our Men (SG)

[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] It had been… a long day. Most of his days had been lately. Hopefully it would start getting better as time passed. That, or it would get worse. Either way, Sen had been chased down about three times in the course of his day. Finally he had just left the city completely and snuck back in, making his way to the poorest end of the city he could find. At lest through the course of the day he had managed to pick pocket enough people to make enough for a few drinks. He had a good feeling he was going to be camping out tonight though. Not too big of an issue. Most nights he didn’t actually start sleeping till the sun came out around four in the morning. The bar he had found wasn’t in the best of shape. Everything was made of wood. Form the looks of it, most of the tables and chairs could use replacing. There was no pool table and from the looks of it a few people had brought there own decks of cards to play with while they drank. The bar it’s self was old fashioned. Sold mostly hard liquor and beer. Everything was handed out in either a huge mug or a tiny shot glass. There was no rum and coke or anything of the sorts. Not that Sen minded. He normally only drank the beer anyway. Tonight he had managed to drink two of the large glasses already. In perspective of most beer sizes, it could have easily equalled for regular bottles of beer. Which was fine with him. He could probably down at least four more before actually getting drunk. He was already working on the third as his eyes were watching a group of men at one of the near by tables play poker. Only one of the four men were actually worth looking at. He was the youngest of the group with blond hair and brown eyes. A bit chubbier than Sen normally liked though. Sen wasn’t all too fond of man boobs unless they were tight. He didn’t believe this man’s would be. Yet he watched them anyway. He had nothing better to do while he drank by himself. He was sort of hoping someone else would walk in who could possibly be a bit better looking. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

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[ Delilah ]

Delilah shivered as she walked down the street. It was cold and ridiculously dark, the clouds obscuring any natural light. Fortunately, a few street lights lit the path, but these were few and far between. The lead she'd been following out this far today had ended up a total bust, and quite frankly she wasn't keen on the idea of leaving tomorrow without having accomplished anything. So, of course, she planned to do what she always did in these situations: scope a local bar for something (or someone) worthwhile. Problem was, she'd been quite planning to rob a victim today, and had only really brought a little more than she'd probably need for a hotel. Which meant she had to resort to the slums. Which meant the odds of walking away from this city with anything more than a hangover were few and far between. Assuming the liquor here could give her that much.

"There's one.." a very small voice noted. It had come from... her scarf, actually. One end of this stood up and pointed toward the run-down tavern. The woman turned up her nose, but the scarf quickly reminded her, "You can't really be picky.."

Sighing, she admitted, "Suppose you're right.." Well, it would get her out of this cold, anyway. "You should hide for now, just in case I need you." The scarf gave a small sound of affirmation, then suddenly melted down into a small ball, which she placed in her pocket. From there, the Ditto could hear if she required his special brand of assistance, and generally roll out and off to someplace safer to transform. While he was quite adept at inanimate objects, his specialty was human mimicry, and quite often in these places he would serve as her bodyguard or jealous boyfriend or whatever the situation called for, given the boys didn't always know how to play nice, particularly in slummy areas.

After taking a moment to make sure her shirt was adjusted just so and her hair was tousled just right, Delilah put on her regal air and strolled into the building, making her way over to lean on the bar before gazing around. Didn't want to make it too obvious she was looking right away, after all. Unfortunately, the view seemed to match her expectations. One guy playing cards wasn't bad, but... Eh. She'd make sure there weren't other options before going for a blond.. Once she really looked, the barkeep was pretty decent himself. A little old for her- somewhere in the middle-aged range from the looks- and a bit scarred up, but he had a certain rough around the edges appeal, she supposed. And anyway, she did have a good excuse to talk to him, with his job.

Just as she was starting to wonder what time he got off, however, her eyes finished scanning to see- OH. HOT. DAMN. Violet eyes grew brighter as they set on the fucking stallion hiding at the other end of the bar. Really, as she looked more, she thought he might be a little shorter than she'd like, though it was hard to say for certain while sitting. Somewhat baggy clothing and the distance gave it a fair range on what his build might be, but he didn't look just too particularly muscular (though not bad at all whatever the case actually was, either). But sweet gods, his hair. That smooth pale skin and that long, glorious, luscious hair! It... looked just barely too dark to qualify as a shade of pink, but she could certainly tell herself it was just the lighting in this place. Either way, she needed to go run her fingers through that.

Making her way down to him, she gave her best alluring eyes and sly grin. "Well hey there, gorgeous," her sultry voice purred as climbed up on the barstool next to him, leaning back against the bar. "I just thought I tell you you'll be coming home with me tonight~" Why bother with silly games? Judging by the empty glasses in front of him, he was probably already at least half drunk anyway.

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] For once, Sen hadn’t noticed someone else walk into the building. Either it was because he was too far away from the door or in a mood not to care at the moment was hard to tell. This was about the most depressing he got. A guy, sitting alone, actually not paying too much attention to his surroundings and smirking half as much as he normally did. He didn’t feel upset or sad or anything. Just, well, tired he guessed. He was starting to consider to wait for the blond guy to go to the bathroom or something before asking him out for the night. Really Sen was just thinking of someone to sleep next to and maybe make out a bit. Maybe a few more drink would help him want to do a bit more then that. Only time would tell. As time passed it began to reveal his likely hood of sleeping with the blond haired man that night. Not in the way Sen had been expecting though. A woman’s voice had reached his ears causing Sen to turn with a somewhat blank expression before it was quickly replaced with a big, goofy smile. It wasn’t the first time he had been hit on by woman in a bar and he certainly hoped it wouldn’t be the last. He’d be utterly afraid he was getting ugly if he didn’t get hot on by them anymore. Except what this woman said next caused Sen’s smile to shrink a bit as a shock took place. He hadn’t been expecting her next comment. He wasn’t being asked out or asked if he wanted to spend the night with her. Oh no, he was being told. That didn’t happen very often. Normally it was he who did the demanding… to other guys of course. That smile quickly re-grew back to its full size though. He wasn’t one to play shy but he wasn’t going to lead her on either. He had made that mistake once before. “Well I’m flattered,” He laughed a bit before sitting up straight, “But I had my eyes set on that guy.” He waved his head slightly towards the blond playing cards. “He’s… more my type.” He gave her a small wink after saying this hoping that she caught on that he was gay. He had to admit, she was stunning. She was tall, which he liked, and dark. Now normally he went for the blonds, such as the man playing cards but… well it wasn’t like he was too picky about colours anyway. Not that it mattered as she was clearly a woman and he normally went for the males but… well you get the point. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

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[ Delilah ]

Mmm~ He had a nice voice, as well, and once she'd gotten up close his face really was pretty. Those eyes in particular were intoxicating- a darker, warmer shade than her own- and those lips were just-- .... Wait, what? Her expression fell a bit at the words 'guy' and 'he'. Gods, she hoped he was bi... Her gaydar was generally pretty accurate (though admittedly, the sight of this particular man was so enticing she hadn't really thought about anything else), but she'd still ended up hitting on a few gay men before, and... Ugh. What could be more humiliating? Following his gaze-

Delilah deadpanned as her eyes set on the very guy she'd first noticed upon walking in. "What is it with everyone and blondes?" she mumbled, more to herself than him. Granted, she liked them too in the end, but.. well... Bah. Trying to ignore her rather more enraging irritating thoughts, she forced a weak laugh.

"Well, that really is a shame," she half-sighed, somehow both pouting and smiling slightly. Of course, very full lips helped this. "See, I was actually considering him too, before I spotted you." Never mind the guy to come between them. "So... I suppose we can go fight over him. Risk turning him off with the conflict or finding out he's with one of his friends, there." She smirked now, eyes trailing him up and down, pausing at his chest, lips, then eyes. "Or you could just enjoy an evening with me," she purred. "Looks like your choice."

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Sen could only grin as she mumbled something under her breath about the blonde guy. He was hoping her mumbling meant that she understood he was gay, sadly that hope was crushed a little after she began to speak again. Damn, he already knew he couldn’t win a battle over the blonde verse her. He had been watching the man for some time now and had assessed two things; He was single, and he was straight. Now for Sen, getting a straight man to be bi for one night wasn’t too big of a challenge. However, when a woman who was defiantly attractive was also going for the same straight man… yah Sen wouldn’t have a hope in hell. That just… sucked. Pretty much he was down to option B, though it didn’t sound fully appealing either. He just… didn’t do as well with women. Something about their bodies just turned him off. The last woman he was with he had actually had to force himself to think of someone else. Kind of ruined the mood a little. “Well, when put that way, I do you have admit, you are stunning.” Sen cooed before letting that cocky smile return to his lips, “But looks alone wont turn a gay man straight. Alcohol…” He lifted up his mug, looking at it for a moment before smiling back at her again, “Might. And company is appreciated.” At least he was being honest with her. He could… be coxed even without the drinks, but… well sober he needed to picture another man to stay turned on. When drunk… yah it probably didn’t matter if they were male or female as long as they didn’t look like they had been hit by a train. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

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[ Delilah ]

Delilah grinned as he'd complimented her, but-... Damn. So he was gay. She briefly debated whether or not to just give it up and go for the bartender, but he was really hot, and that grin-... It drove her crazy for more reasons than one. He'd quickly made the decision for her, however: so he was willing to try? This she could work with...

"Well then," she purred with the same sly smirk as before. "Let me buy." Both remembering her limited funds and honestly not fond of the though, her face and tone became a bit more serious as she warned, "Just don't get too falling-down drunk. I came here looking for a man, not an oversized toy." In other words, if she was going to blow her own money, she expected him to contribute.

As the rugged bartender came their way, Delilah called him over. After her first three choices, were shot down, she finally shrugged and decided, "Well, whatever he's having then." Damn cheap bars and their limited selection.. Ah well. At least it'd give her a buzz. Smile coming back to her face as she looked to him, she asked, "So what did you want, gorgeous?"

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Let her buy? “Can’t argue with that offer.” Sen laughed as knowing all too well that this night was either going to turn out horrible or… eh… Luckily for him he seemed to always make the right choices. At least he couldn’t think of anything he ever regretted. “It would take quite a bit to get me that drunk.” He reassured her after she asked him not to get too pissed drunk. He hadn’t managed to get himself too drunk of late anyways. He was certain he could handle what ever she dished at him. “Same as before” Sen answered looking at the bartender and giving him a wink before looking back at girl. If she did get what she wanted out of him tonight, well, he hoped she wouldn’t be too disappointed. His skills with me, yah he was willing to brag about it. But when with a woman, well, he fumbled a lot. Never knew where to put his hands or where to look without feeling mildly disgusted or uncomfortable. Ah well, she’d find out. Maybe. “So sugar,” He began, giving her his own little nick name, “What brings a fancy thing like you all the way out to a dump like this? Tough day?” He wasn’t sure what she did for a line of work. He almost half kicked himself when actually thought about it. What if she was… no, they didn’t pay for drinks. They went for the guys who paid for their drinks. He kind of found it funny that it had crossed his mind at all. Eh, for now he would wait and see what her answer was. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

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[ Delilah ]

Well that was a little concerning. She almost wanted to ask exactly what it was he'd gotten before, just in case, but... Eh. She'd see soon enough. She could most likely force down just one glass of about anything, and in the unlikely event it was too terrible she'd just give that to him and order something else. As long as it wasn't essentially water she should be all right, though.

At his question, she gave a short, deep laugh which could have easily been seen as slightly bitter or amused. "A bit. I came out here on a job, but my guy never showed." She shrugged lightly, then smirking a bit. "Guess it's not like I've never been stood up before." Not that she had been often, at least not without a rather thorough excuse from the offender later. "At least I can usually give it up and go home instead of waiting, but eh. It happens."

Eyes trailing a bit to check him out, she grinned and added, "Though I think I could do this every day if it meant finding such a fine catch as you that night~" She debated moving closer and starting to feel him up a bit right now, but reluctantly decided to wait until they had their drinks. Damn he was gorgeous, though.. Upon realizing they'd missed introductions- not that they were always necessary, but she did rather like him, and since it seemed they'd be chatting at least a bit before heading off to business- she threw in, "Delilah, by the way."

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] A stand up on her job? Sen mildly wondered what it was that she did that required her to meet with other people. Goodness he hoped she wasn’t like that Jade woman he had met a few days ago. He didn’t regret meeting her, after all, he was still a free man, but damn she had given him a good run. Latterly. He just hoped this one wasn’t going to try to lock him up at the end of the day as well. “I take it you aren’t from around here then.” Sen commented before receiving a complement from her. He had to admit, it was nice to be the hit on for a change. But, it would have been really nice if it had of been male. Why couldn’t the guys walk up to him and call him gorgeous? Maybe he was going to the wrong bars… “You’ll have to teach me how to find them.” Sen teased, knowing he was throwing the complement out the door but he couldn’t help it. If he was going to enjoy his time with her, he might as well put a few jokes in there. “Alistair.” Sen answered her after she gave him her name, “You can just call me Ali though.” It was at that point that two large mugs were once again set down on the table, one in front of her and the other in front of him. It was nothing more then a popular beer, Budewiser. He enjoyed it and it wasn’t costly either. “So, Delilah, it’s been made clear to me that the man who stood you up clearly has never seen your gorgeous figure before. What exactly could your job be that they be willing to leave you hanging like that?” It really didn’t matter to him what kind of job she did but it kept a conversation going inn which she would do most of the talking. That would leave him time to drink himself silly. Which he began after giving her a smile before turning to take a rather large swig of his drink. Two more of these large cups and he’d be good for the knight… maybe a few extra just in case. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

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[ Delilah ]

How to find...? Did he mean such good-looking men? She actually might have laughed at this if it wasn't so oddly depressing. It wasn't like she was searching all that hard, but how was she supposed to find a good man eventually when they were all slowly becoming taken or gay? Then to be asked for advice on being better competition for her? Ha... Yeah, it felt a little odd. Not that she did any more than bark a weak laugh.

At that name, something in her twinged a bit, though only in negative expectation until the full word had passed his lips. Just as she calmed, however, the nickname offered caused her to cringe rather hard, though she did her best not to show it. Fortunately, their beer arrived about that time, and when he continued talking she took her cue to go ahead and down a bit- ah good, nothing spectacular but a pretty usual choice- as he spoke.

His continued compliments were interesting. He'd made it quite clear he wasn't interested in women in general, yet continued to act as though he were. Delilah couldn't help but wonder which was the bigger act. She hoped very much he might just prefer men, perhaps find a certain pleasure in teasing a woman and playing a little hard to get. In the event the compliments were the teasing half... Eh. It wasn't like her odds of really enjoying the night weren't low enough. Not like it would hurt at this point if he didn't, but she hoped she could work up at least a little enthusiasm about it.

"Nothing too interesting," she shrugged. "I do a lot of odd jobs. Today I was to be a courier of sorts, but it's hard to transport an item one never obtains.." She gave a small laugh to match her cynical tone. Actually, she'd been instructed to take the item by whatever means necessary, with that item being a collection of rather important documents to one lesser noble family. But of course, she had no idea how Alistair here or anyone around them would take that.

"I'll pass on the nickname, though, if you don't mind. Horrible ex." Of course, even she had rarely been able to get away with calling him 'Ali', though his little cousin had, given she was only like eight or nine at the time. ...Ugh, why did she bother remembering these things? Pushing that aside, she smiled fondly. "Anyway, Alistair is such a nice name~"

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Huh, that was interesting. Normally that was the answer he gave for his job description. Only his was a lie… sort of. He was pretty sure he probably didn’t do the same type of jobs as she did though. At least, in his mind he didn’t think he did. If he knew exactly what kind of person she was he might have actually given her his used name. But, one had to meet someone first before learning who they were. On… most occasions. “That’s kind of interesting.” Sen commented after she explained her job to him and what had happened, “I seem to be in the same sort of business as you. Pick up odd jobs everywhere I go. Makes for a stress free living unless, as you seem to be well aware with, don’t go well.” Ah yes, he had his share of bad days when it came to making money. Lately it wasn’t his money he was having issues with though. It the constant being chanced out of town and failed attempts to at least sleep next to another man lately. In the past week he had managed to get with one person. A woman, of all things. They hadn’t even used a bad and then afterwards she tried to lock him up. He was just glad these things didn’t seem to anger him. Then again, nothing ever seemed to. He was a little shocked when she claimed she wasn’t going to use his nickname. It was too bad too. He had rather liked the name. Alistair as a whole name just… well it wasn’t as cool sounding in his head. But ah well, it wasn’t like he could pick a new name now. Perhaps he could just reuse the name again someday. Yah, there was no harm in that, right? “That’s fine,” Sen replied with a grin before taking a swig of his drink and looking forwards, “I apologize though. Normally I’m a bit more… energetic. I had a long day of running about.” He turned back to face her again, the goofy smile still plastered on his features, “Ever have one of those perfect days and then the rest of the week you feel like everything is just going wrong?” [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

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[ Delilah ]

The bit on work was.. actually mildly interesting for once, though she just mused over it for now. Perhaps he could be of more use to her than she'd given credit for. Or.. he might even be a fellow Rebel? Well damn, if there were men this good-looking in there ranks, Delilah wanted to know where the hell they were all hiding. Certainly never came to the gatherings she was at, that was.... actually a little exaggerated, she supposed. This hot, no, but... Hot damn did she love his hair. There were still several very good-looking rebel men she knew.. She'd just either done them all already or couldn't seem to reel them in. The latter were both very fun and very frustrating, but she did try to stay more focused on the prior.

At his question, she laughed a bit. "Afraid I'm not lucky enough to get the perfect days to start," she answered in the same cynic tone. From within her pocket, a certain ball-shaped Ditto felt a deep, potentially stab at his pride, though Delilah hadn't given even his existence the vaguest thought when replying. Smirking a bit more, she sounded almost as though she was teasing as she went on, "Look at tonight. I luck across the best-looking man I've seen in a while and he'd rather be my competition than my catch." Once again, she gave that odd pouting smirk. "Not fair at all."

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Sen began to laugh as she finished her explanation on not being very lucky. Well, when she said it that way he almost felt bad for her. But one couldn’t change who they were, could they? No, they certainly couldn’t. He was gay and as much as he wished he could feel the same attraction for females as he did the men he just couldn’t. It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried on multiple occasions. Heck, when he was younger all he would go for was the girls despite his attraction to the males. He hadn’t truly realized he was gay until the firs time he had slept with a female. Even then, he hadn’t been completely sure till he found a man. “I apologize profoundly.” Sen replied to her, giving a small bow of his head and trying to mask the hint of laughter still in his throat, “I’m just… not as well adapted around females as I would like to be.” He sat up as he said this, and slightly motioned to his pants to indicate clearly to her what he meant. At least it was true. He wasn’t good with women. He had no problem hitting on them and making them feel important but when he actually ended up in a room with them… He just wasn’t that good. He didn’t believe he was the worst as he was pretty sure he was still a good kisser but the rest, well, not so good. The woman’s curves and chest and lack of family jewels were all turn offs for him. But now he did feel like he owed her. He was normally so good at making girls feel special. Perhaps he could cheer her up. “Maybe you could teach me.” He cooed to her in a rather seductive, his voice dropping a bit. That’s right, he was going to turn the tables on her. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

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[ Delilah ]

Delilah resisted a leer when he seemed a little too amused by her comment. She was quite sure he wouldn't be laughing if he was going through her full plight. But of course, no man alive would be able to handle what she went through. All such arrogant bastards anyway, but damn if she didn't love as often as hate that. She really wasn't sure if his apology made it better or worse, but she decided to give him points for trying. It would be such a shame to be upset with such a pretty face anyway.

Just as she was thinking on a way to improve how 'well-adapted' he was, Alistair beat her to the punch, sparking a rather wanting grin. "It seems you just read my mind," she purred. Standing up to close what little gap there was, she placed one hand on the back of his neck- (and mentally squeed; his hair was just as soft as it looked if not better)- and the other on his inner thigh. Leaning in, she half-breathed into his ear, "Baby boy, give me a solid night and I'll make the exception worth your while. ..Give me a month, and I guarantee you'd swing both ways." He wouldn't be the first man she'd trained, and she honestly hoped not the last. She hadn't actually turned a gay guy before, but she'd transformed men who were afraid of women into absolute satyrs. How different could it be?

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Sen had given a rather proud smile when she claimed he had stolen her line. He hadn’t been shocked at all by her sudden decision to close the distance between them, nor to have her set her hand on his neck. What did end up changing his grin to a rather shocked smile was the hand on his inner thigh. It a was a move he loved using on the men he tried to win the hearts of. Yet every time it happened back to him, which wasn’t often, his face would light up as bright as his hair. That was no exception this time either. What she said next didn’t help the situation at all. In fact, it only caused him to grow even more nervous. “How about we stick to just the night.” He suggested, his voice squeaking a bit more than he would have liked. Guy or girl he just couldn’t do the second date. It was hard enough just making friends with them let along having a sexual relationship at the same time. Besides, he had learned his lesson with Ty. Relationships caused fear. He didn’t like the fear because he didn’t understand it. He didn’t understand it because his fear was empty to the other emotions he was suppose to feel. He really didn’t feel like having the same issues with her. At least he knew she wasn’t going to try and turn him in like that other woman. Damn, he hadn’t even gotten her name. What sucked even more was that he was pretty sure she knew his. Ah well. It was in the past. Now there was on issue he could still see. She was doing a better job teasing him than he was doing of her. There was no way he was going to let her have all the fun. It just wasn’t his style. “I am curious though,” He whispered back to her before lightly brushing the side of her neck with his cheek to get closer to her ear, “How would you guarantee that?” [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

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[ Delilah ]

Delilah could only grin, whatever she tried. So he was turning down the extended offer; not like one night or a hundred really mattered, however she liked to hope she could eventually train someone to overcome that. For now, though, she was simply resisting the urge to laugh at his adorable little squeak. For a man who claimed no interest in her entire gender, he was entirely too easy. If Alistair was any indication of the average 'gay' man, she really had to stop giving up so easily on them.

When he asked his question, she leaned back just enough for him to see her confident grin, the hand on his neck beginning to trail lightly down his chest. "This isn't my first rodeo, cowboy." Her voice remained sultry as ever, deepening just a bit. "I haven't met a man who's enough for me," she informed him, in truth rather more bitter about that honest fact than she sounded. The Pokemon in her pocket found this claim rather offensive, nudging her a bit through the fabric. "But they can never seem to get enough when I'm done." Well.. That or she scared them to a point it actually turned them away from sex in general, but she hoped from the way he talked he was well beyond the point of that possibility. At any rate, it was rare for a man to stay too long with Delilah without some lasting effect, assuming he wasn't a raging satyr to start. Her libido hovered somewhere in space, after all, and any man who wouldn't at least try to keep up wasn't kept around long.

Seeing she'd apparently missed the nudge, Cyn the Ditto 'punched' rather harder, and his trainer only just managed not to break her gaze by wincing. Gods, shouldn't he- it- be used to this by now? However, that reminder actually did spark a rather brilliant idea, and her grin widened as her full expression became rather more laid back. "Of course... If you somehow managed to resist, there's always bribery~" At the word, her lower hand moved inward, still just barely qualifying as being on his leg. "I know people, you know.. What would you think? Guaranteed nights with your choices of some of the finest men I know as reward~?" The same hand moved a little more, grabbing at somewhere a bit more sensitive. Meanwhile, in his pocket hideout, Cyn had mentally deadpanned. She... had better not mean him...

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Well, she was good with her hands. He had to give her that much. If this could be a one way thing then he could probably handle it without being turned off even once. That would be completely unfair to her though, wouldn’t it? After all, it had been her who had been interested in the first place. She probably at least expected something in return but he knew he hadn’t had enough to drink yet. He knew this because just thinking about setting his hands on her hips was turning him off. He would have to remember to keep his hands on her neck or… well he didn’t know where else he could put them. He could just drink more. “I’m sure there is always room for a first.” He let out a small laugh at this making it hard to tell if he was talking about a first for him or a first for her. Really it had been towards her as he was almost one hundred percent certain he would have enough of her by the end of the night. Heck, he wouldn’t even be disappointed if it ended right now. Though he knew she wouldn’t give in that easy. Besides, he had told himself to at least try and he had decided needed somewhat of a good night. What she said next had completely caught him off guard… with a bit of help from the placement of her hand. It also put him in some sort of a dilemma. Stick with his plan on giving her a good night or forget that plan and win her little bet. Which would he regret? Well, defiantly the men. He would defiantly regret not taking the men. But perhaps he should check exactly what the qualifications were first. “And what… are the, ummm… terms exactly?” He words were a bit harder to get out due to the pure fact that no man could just ignore the being touched where he was being touched. It defiantly did feel good. “Because I…” He leaned forward again, kind of wanting to test this one more time just to be sure, “have one little issue.” His hands reached up, setting themselves on her hips and slowly rising up her sides a bit. Sure enough the feel just wasn’t… well right. It was a turn of in a major way just as it had been with Jade. He would defiantly need more drinks. “This, is kind of a turn off.” He leaned back again, raising his hands off her and indicating her body from the thigh up. It really wasn’t her fault she had such a beautiful female body but for him, well, a woman with a more bolder, male like structure would work better. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

[Admiral Striker General]

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[ Delilah ]

Delilah had smirked as it seemed he might be about to give in. Oh yes, was she going to have some fun with this one... When he began about his 'little issue', she simply listened with amusement, expecting something about disliking breasts, as she'd found was common, or having never actually been with a woman or the like. When instead his hands set on her hips, her expression quickly fell, however, and at the words and gesture to follow it up.... The woman's gold-flecked eyes caught fire.

The smile to follow was painfully fake- perhaps borderline sadistic, even- as her eyes retained that glint. Her hands both moved to hold either side of his face as she leaned in a little. Toxic sweet words poured out her lips. "Now baby boy.." she cooed. "That wouldn't even be a comment on my weight, would it?" Oh how she would've already punched him if he wasn't so damn pretty. "Because if it is... I suggest you hold your remarks until you've actually been with a real woman.." Skinny little tramps could all go die. A proper man was like to break them in half if he tried to play a little rough. She, however... Well.. She was durable, to say the least.

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[Lady Leaf]

[scrolly:h(230),w(390),sy,as(padding:4px;margin-top:10px;margin-left:10px;)] Sen was a bit confused and for some reason a little afraid when he noticed her expression change a little and her hands raise to his cheeks. “W-wait, what?” he squeaked the moment her words came out. Her size hadn’t even come to his mind when he had tired to explain his reasons for not like women. “N-n-no I meant it was your body- ah… the shape, no, ummm.” Well crap, how did one go about explaining this without digging themselves deeper. He took in a deep breath and tried to swallow before trying to explain again, “The general curves of a woman’s body and lack of a umm… stick. Pulse the ah,” He lifted his hands in an attempt to show invisible breast on himself. “That’s all, I swear. I mean, I‘ve been plenty of large men. No issues at all.” Pray to Arceus he hoped this explanation worked. He really didn’t want to get his butt kicked by a woman. The pain alone would be enough of a reason not to want her to punch him right now. But on top of that he was certain he would lose any chances of getting with anyone in this entire bar. He’d might as well find a good alley way to pass out in for the rest of the night. Man this was defiantly another good reason he should never date a woman. Men never got so upset about their weight. In fact many just laughed about it. [/scrolly] [bg=4f2a66]

[Admiral Striker General]

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[ Delilah ]

She was becoming impatient and even slightly confused as he tried to explain, but when he finally managed to make it clear all the fire blew out into nothing, a rather blank look taking its place. "..Ah." In a rather rare occurrence, her face reddened a bit, though her dusky complexion hid it better than someone more his shade. Her hands dropped back down around his neck and shoulders, and began to rub lightly as a sort of apology. "I'm sorry, babe. I'm sure you can guess how tiring it gets, though. Some men are so picky; they see a woman who's not a rail and completely miss how hot she really is." Which, of course, was actually saying 'how hot I am'. Clearly, she had no problems herself with the way she looked, only irritation at some others. If anything, she probably came off a bit conceited. Ah well.

Smirking again, though more lightly now, she added as an afterthought, "Although.. It was more like..." She took his hands, then, placing them back as he had to indicate bust size, then pulled them out to about double what he'd pantomimed before and laughed a bit before letting go. Because drawing more attention to the ludicrous size she boasted was so going to help when he'd just said they were a turn-off. Eh, she had an odd sense of humor.

Still, this had doubled- if not tripled- her resolution that she definitely needed to get him more excited and not just willing. Unless someone hotter walked in, and she doubted it, she really wanted him tonight (if not longer), and the last thing she wanted to spend the night with a man who could barely keep himself up, let alone keep up with her. Fortunately, an idea had already taken root, and was now growing steadily. Sitting back for now, though leaning forward to rest her arm on the bar and her chin on a fist, she asked, "Out of curiosity.. What turns you on?" Aside from her plans, she really was kind of interested. Not to mention hopefully just fantasizing might get him more in the mood. "Really, tell me. What would be your ideal man?"

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