Eighth Temptation ♆ Meg and YOU sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G [Dictated/Action]

[putuporshutup]

[Contest, huh? As their dearly departed Barney would say, challenge accepted. Obviously booze isn't a concern for her since she owns a bar, but that's how bad she wants those bragging rights.

Her personal kissing activities have been strictly Castiel-related lately, and under normal circumstances she wouldn't even want to kiss anyone else (well... maybe...), but her competitive streak is officially out to play. Besides, she does what she wants!]

As far as castle bullshit goes, gotta say this is probably my favorite thing so far. Can't see why some people are being so damn uptight about it. Kissing is great, don'tcha think?

[She will be hanging out intermittently in high traffic areas: the library, the lobby, random hallways with interesting nameplates... purposely making herself as available as possible. She does need to pop in for a shift at Death Match later, so she'll end up there eventually, as per usual.]

[[OOC: She's gunning for the win here, guys. HAVE AT IT. She really likes kissing and if you come near her, she will probably initiate it. She won't do anything more than that because she's got Cas for that and she isn't completely awful, but you can try to tempt her...]]

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Dictated

[babyaliendaddy]

Seriously. Finally, a fucking forced thing I can totally get behind. By the way, I totally owe you a make-out.

Dictated

[putuporshutup]

Right?

I haven't been keeping score, but I'll take your word for that one.

Re: Dictated

[babyaliendaddy]

Hey, we gotta up each other's numbers. You help me, I help you, and we split the booze. Although honestly, I'm just in it for the hot makeout sessions with hot chicks.

[putuporshutup]

[Oh Tucker. You sweet summer child.

She snorts.]

You honestly think you're gonna even come close to outdoing me on a kissing contest?

[i_got_this]

[South's going with classily-not-subtle, a sprig of mistletoe attached to a small chain around her neck.]

[She's not even going to break stride when she sees Meg in the hallways, smirking and changing to an impact course. Hope Meg is ready because South figures she can probably get a few notches.]

[putuporshutup]

[Oh she's ready. She's going a little more subtle with the mistletoe tucked in her bra - or maybe subtle isn't the right word for that. Whatever.

She keeps walking, giving South a little smile that's almost a challenge. This oughta be fun. She's not sure how many bonus points she's actually gonna go for here since she told herself no funny business unless it was with Cas, but this is different. Katy Perry said it best; ain't no big deal. It's innocent.

Ha.

Tucker better be ready, he's gonna want a shot of this.]

[i_got_this]

[Innocent, right. That's exactly the best term to not use to describe South's current expression. More like predatory. She had told herself funny business with as many people as possible.]

Hey. [She practically purrs, stepping in teasingly close without going the extra distance to make contact.]

[putuporshutup]

[South is one of a small handful of people that can get away with looking at Meg like that without getting knocked on their ass, and probably one of the few at this point that could be considered a bad influence on a demon.

Needless to say, Meg's impressed. She matches that predatory gaze with a mischievous one of her own.]

Hey yourself. [She steps in a little closer yet, and twirls her finger into the chain around her neck and bites her lip.]

[ action for kisses ]

[peacockherald]

<sub>[ Unlike many, Vanyel was somewhat used to that tricks of the Castle, especially this kissing thing that seemed to happen once or twice a year. He had stopped feeling guilty about it, especially after he had kissed Apollo his first time here. They couldn't control it, so why feel guilty? If you wanted to blame something, blame the Castle.

So he walked about with little worry, padding through the stacks of books in the library, looking for something to read in the quiet hours of the night or that he and Tylendel could share together. What? They had other pursuits besides each other's bodies.

He turned down an aisle and looked down it out of the sort of habit when you sense someone else around you and his mouth turned up in a small smile. ]</sub>

Ah, Meg, it's been awhile.

ooh la la

[putuporshutup]

[Meg is pretty used to it too, but kissing really isn't a big deal for her to begin with. It could even be considered her weapon of choice in many situations - never mind where that had gotten her.

When Vanyel comes around the corner, her nose is in a book, but she looks up and smiles coyly.]

That it has. So sorry I had to run off in the middle of our dance.

Re: ooh la la

[peacockherald]

_{[ He laughed softly, inclining his head. ]}

Quite all right. I found another dance partner, and to be honest, I wasn't exactly myself. That costume did some odd things to me.

But, next time there's a ball, we could dance again if you wish to make it up to me.

[putuporshutup]

[She tilts hers in return, setting down her book and turning completely towards him.]

Tell me about it. I was running around thinking I was a damn angel, and then I got shot. Great night all around.

[Just a hint of sarcasm there.

She reaches into her blouse and pulls out the tiny sprig of mistletoe and raises an eyebrow.]

I can think of a better way to make up for it.

[well_assembled]

That time of year again already? [Nat was leaning against the wall, arms folded over her chest and legs cross at the ankle just looking amused as hell by the actions of the woman.]

[putuporshutup]

[Meg turns her attention to the other woman and smirks, sauntering over and leaning up against the wall just a few feet away.]

I haven't been here that long. This happens every year?

[well_assembled]

Yep, every year something happens around the holidays to make this place go fucking kiss crazy.

Not a horrible thing all in all, but always fairly...unexpected.
[Blame the mistletoe but she is grinning like the devil.]

[putuporshutup]

Ahh, I see.

[So's Meg. Naturally. She tilts her head a little and bites her lip, replying with a teasing tone.]

Is it really all that unexpected if it happens every year?

[action]

[saviourswan]

[Emma has been in her room for the past few hours, not hiding from the mistletoe, but just straightening things up and doing a little bit of reorganizing in her room -- she might as well keep it interesting and change things around every once in a while. And when she decides she's done enough of that for now, she opens her room door and steps out of her room, closing the door behind her and starting to make her way down the hallway, with the intention to go grab a snack somewhere.]

forever!

[putuporshutup]

[Meg is just wandering down the hall when she sees Emma. She pauses to wave and gives her a warm smile.]

Hey, how's it goin'?

Action?

[toobravehearted]

[He's not hiding. Again. No. But when he hears a voice he can't help but look up from the book in his hands because he had thought he was alone in this section of the library. Pushing aside some of the books in the stack to look through it, he then sees the woman. He clears his throat, hoping that he wouldn't have startled her.]

Colourful language for a lady, isn't it?

Yes!

[putuporshutup]

[She looks up and smirks, not in the least startled.]

Sure, I suppose so. What of it?

\o/

[toobravehearted]

[Not startled, good. Smirking? Not so good. Even with the book in his hands he has the urge to make them busy doing something else, and he fishes out his half-moon glasses from a pocket and slips them open and on one-handed.]

Ah, nothing, no, except precisely that. Not very lady-like, miss. Most think my 'sensibilities' are old-fashioned but sometimes they have their uses.

[putuporshutup]

[Meg scoffs. Ladylike. Get real, dude.]

So... are you gonna scold me or just go back to minding your own damn business? Because honestly, I'd advise the second one.

[lovemesomepie]

[Maybe he's just making himself miserable, hanging out at the Death Match when he knows even a sip of alcohol makes him sick. But this place is more like home than anything else here at the Castle, and at least here he can people-watch instead of staying holed up in his room after he's gone about his activities for the day. Even gets some practice with insults with Meg around.]

[putuporshutup]

[Meg has been making a point of ignoring Dean's moping at the bar - seriously, dude can't even hold his liquor anymore, she's not even sure why he bothers. It damn well isn't for her company, she knows that much. She suspects he mostly just enjoys being a pain in her ass.

She wishes on some level that they could just stow their crap and be friends, mostly because she can tell how much it gets on Cas' nerves that she can't be in the same room with his best friend for two minutes without a bitching contest breaking out. It's a little more than that though, as much as she hates to admit it, it feels like earning his forgiveness would be kind of therapeutic.

And then she remembers that he's a bitter douchebag and even an immortal being could die of old age sitting around waiting for his approval.

She catches a break when it's kinda dead and he's the only one with an empty glass so she begrudgingly walks over with a fake smile plastered on her face, leaning casually on the bar across from him. Professionalism! Customer service! Or... whatever.]

What's up, Dean-o? Can I getcha a Shirley Temple or something?

[She fails to notice that a sprig of mistletoe seems to have appeared right above him. Meg has been doing her best to keep the bar clear of it for everyone's sanity, but it does tend to keep popping up. It's too late by the time she feels the now-familiar pull and looks up with a groan.

Fucking great.]

[lovemesomepie]

[Dean simply glares back at Meg; she's enjoying this way too much, not that he's not setting himself up for whatever lines she tries to tease him with.

He's heard reference to the mistletoe, but hasn't seen it in action or felt its effects. It works quickly, so he doesn't get much of a witty retort in, nor does he get the chance to figure out what she's looking at above his head and groaning about.]

Shut up.

[And he grabs her by the back of the neck and pulls her into violent kiss. It's a competition, of course; he knows Meg isn't just going to let him maintain dominance without a challenge.]