060. Out On The Tiles

[samson]

[Forward-dated to 7/June, early evening.]

[Spike, Ezio, Mal]
Okay, that race thing is like tomorrow or whatever. And I'm super sure I'm gonna fuckin' win, because my car is that badass. Spike, you know what I mean.

So anyway, I think we should all go out and celebrate. Let's do this. Mal, leave your wife at home.

Comments

[assassino]

Hmm? A bordello is a whorehouse. Learn l'italiano, stronzo.

[The last bit is teasing. Sort of.]

[bronwe]

[ Wow he understands only a quarter of what's being said there and maybe not even that. He just sticks close to Spike anyway, who told him nothing about whorehouses by the way. ]

I was told there will be beer...

[samson]

[DEATH STARE AT EZIO. Don't be rude to the little guy.]

Yeah, but we're not going to a bordello.

[And then, to Spike:] I don't know how good of a wingman he'll, uh... be.

[mal_addict]

[Maladict chuckles, moving to give Frodo a proper lookover] I'm sure he'll surprise all of us, if we give him a chance.

Beer and scantily clad women.

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike smiles and shrugs at Brock, before turning towards Mal. Don't scare him off before they get there!]

If you talk it up too much, you're going to put a lot of pressure on them.

[assassino]

A little pressure is good.

[He grins.]

What is the difference between a bordello and a strip club, then? It is largely the same, as far as I have seen, although with less poking.

[bronwe]

[ Frodo tries his best not to shrink under Mal's gaze, but then his wide eyes do all the work for him. He tries to look at the other people in the group instead. What are they even talking about... ]

What will we be poking?

[assassino]

Ladies, of course.

[GRIN...]

[samson]

Well -- yeah, that's the point. There isn't gonna be any... 'poking.'

[He points at Ezio. YOU.] If you fuck any girls in there, I am actually going to kill you.

[assassino]

Why? I'm not married.

[mal_addict]

Don't be a spoilsport, Brock. Let him fuck a woman if he wants to. Gods know, I would have if it wasn't for the beloved ball and chain.

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike is paying attention, really, and the conversation gives him a perfect excuse as to why he's staring at Ezio. Something about that guy...]

Just watch for the strings attached. You never know what those women may be hiding.

[bronwe]

[ Wow what did you bring him to, Spike? Frodo's eyes just widen (you'd think it's physically impossible) once he figures out what they're really talking about. He clears his throat awkwardly. ]

I think I will settle for beer... and some food would be pleasant.

[assassino]

Delicious bodies under their clothing. That is what they are hiding.

But if you insist, Brock, I will make an attempt to restrain myself.

ugh i'm sorry i'm being so slow >:(

[samson]

[Wow, Maladict, don't say things like that. It's distracting in the worst way...]

Yeah, 'insist' isn't the word I'd use, but. Keep your dick in your... whatever those are. Pantaloons?

we will hold it against u

[assassino]

Trousers. They're just like yours but with laces instead of a zipper.

[And leather. Because mmm, leather.]

I don't wear leggings. Or, God forbid, hose.

sobs.....

[samson]

Well, yeah, wouldn't hose pinch your, uh...

[assassino]

[He laughs...]

Hose ties to your belt, Brock. They stop here. [He gestures at his upper thigh, because hose are like fucking thigh highs.] A longer doublet covers the rest.

[gottaknockhard]

[Who needs strip clubs when watching these guys is entertainment enough. Spike just smiles while they sort out the rules. Sorry, Brock. (And Frodo. Whoops.)]

[mal_addict]

[Maladict, meanwhile, is not entertained by this conversation, she'll start heading off towards the strip club]

If you ladies want to stand around and talk about clothes all night long, be my guest, I've got scantily clad women to spend my attention on.

[bronwe]

[ He really doesn't want to imagine anyone's leggings... so tuning this conversation out as much as he can, he just walks on over to Maladict. Scantily clad women. Okay. ]

[samson]

[Oh, that's a good point. Brock follows Maladict too, though he jabs a finger aggressively at Ezio.]

No sleeping with anybody. Or at least take her home or something. I'm serious.

[assassino]

[JUST A LAUGH...]

Let us just get to the women.

[gottaknockhard]

[Spike shrugs and follows, lagging towards the back with no particular enthusiasm. But he's being social or whatever.

Just kind of watching Ezio, more closely once his memory starts to nag at him. What are the odds...?]

[mal_addict]

[Gosh Spike, cheer up a little, they'll get you a leggy blonde]

Relax, Brock. This is supposed to be fun, remember?