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[onlyanapple]

[So, Crowley is sitting in the lobby today, tossing a nutcracker up and down in the air idly, waiting. Waiting for what? Well, you. He does so love this time of year. It's a big boost to his net amount of evil, sort of like a Christmas bonus really. If Hell gave Christmas bonuses.

They don't.

He dictates cheerfully into the journal]

It's that time of year again. And, as tradition dictates, I'm offering the chance for anyone who wishes it to play a little game. Whoever kisses the most people by the time these fun little guys vanish gets a crate of alcohol of their choice, and bragging rights for the rest of the year. There aren't any rules, except don't lie about how many people you've kissed. I'll know and that is no way to win.

So. Who wants to play?

[[ooc: Open for planned and unplanned kisses!]]

Comments

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley takes a sip of his wine, a sly smile crossing his features]

He hasn't said a word. I already told you, I know what people want.

[wishmadeinfire]

And you assert that what I want is someone to nibble my ears?

_{[Which, was somewhat true. They were an especially erogenous zone for him, and if one truly tried they could bring him to climax just by playing with his ears.]}

[onlyanapple]

I'm saying I know for certain that's what you want.

[wishmadeinfire]

Well... I admit, it is something I enjoy.

[onlyanapple]

See? I always know.

[wishmadeinfire]

Yes, but is it the thing you truly want at this moment? That was my question.

[onlyanapple]

[He arches a brow, trying to cover up any surprise he may have. After all, what HE wants is rarely something people ask]

Is that important right now?

[wishmadeinfire]

Well, it is what I asked of you, was it not? Knowing what others want is not saying what it is you want.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley considers, taking a sip of his wine. What he wants is to have people he loved back. Or just have people not vanish on him]

What I want is hardly on my mind. It's not what I do, you know. I'm very much a people pleaser.

[wishmadeinfire]

But at some point pleaser must himself get pleased, doesn't he?

[onlyanapple]

I get pleased in other people's pleasures...as it were.

[wishmadeinfire]

If you say as much.

But, I suppose we should come back to our original purpose - the game.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley gives a sly smirk]

Oh yes. The Game.

[wishmadeinfire]

Yes, your Game.

_{[He rolled his eyes and sipped his wine.]}

Demon indeed, to come up with such a thing.

[onlyanapple]

What? Such a thing as to liven up an otherwise very dull holiday?

[wishmadeinfire]

I would hardly call it dull if the castle is spontaneously bursting into make-out sessions.

[onlyanapple]

How dull it is wholly depends on how dull the people kissing are.

[wishmadeinfire]

I like to think I have some skill when it happens to me.

[onlyanapple]

I wouldn't rate you with the lower ones, at least.

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[His eyebrow arches high.]}

Why you wound me, Crowley.

[onlyanapple]

And here's me thinking it was a compliment.

[wishmadeinfire]

Well, I suppose it was, but I feel it puts me dangerously close to the bottom. I do keep Felix satisfied, you know.

_{[He smirked, sipping his wine - a long sip, mind.]}

[onlyanapple]

How diligent of you.

[wishmadeinfire]

That is one way of putting it.

But we are being side tracked again. The game - are we agreeing to help each other get in kiss number 1?

[onlyanapple]

[He grins]

Sure. I'm game for that.