[MINGLE] Enforced? Speed?? Dating???

[cannonbeauty]

WHAT in person
WHERE Anywhere
WHEN Day 59, All day long

A nametag/pet shaming sign/label of some kind has appeared on your person. You probably can't take it off. Even more inconveniently, you might find yourself stuck when you run into someone, especially if you don't know them.

Flyers are raining down with "helpful icebreakers" like, "Hi, do you like [ insert name of alcoholic beverage ] and getting caught in the [ insert type of meteorological disaster ]?" or "I'm looking for: [ A Master/A Servant/Bees??? ]"

Maybe it'd be a good way to make a connection. Or, if not, you could be unaffected and just going about your day.

Comments

[mindinthegittern]

I'd hope so!

[splashofbourbon]

Yeah well. They're only assholes some of the time.

[mindinthegittern]

Well. I'm glad he wants to put it right. I'd still be furious.

[splashofbourbon]

[he gestures]

Might've shouted it out at Reyes a little there.

[mindinthegittern]

How'd that go?

[splashofbourbon]

'Bout as well as you'd imagine.

[mindinthegittern]

Hmmm.

Come sit?

[splashofbourbon]

[he makes a rough sound, pinching the cigarillo out with his metal hand and going to sit next to him]

[mindinthegittern]

[kneels up, slipping his hands under the folds of Jesse's serape to knead at his shoulders]

This all right...?

[splashofbourbon]

Mmh...

[he lets out a sigh, relaxing after a minute]

Can I have you, darling?

[mindinthegittern]

[climbs right into his lap]

Anytime you want.

[splashofbourbon]

[he exhales, slow, moving his hands to Medren's hips and up his back]

You're too good for me, darling.

[mindinthegittern]

[kisses his forehead and the crest of each cheekbone, cupping his face in both hands]

Now, that's just not true.

[splashofbourbon]

[he chuckles, low, leaning in to kiss him]

Ain't a lie. God's honest truth, you're heaven in a man.

[mindinthegittern]

[kissing him open and sweet, stroking his hair back]

That's a lot to live up to, Jesse-love.

[splashofbourbon]

Well, you ain't let me down yet.

[he kisses back, already working his way down Medren's jaw and throat]

[mindinthegittern]

[He gasps, winding his grip tighter in Jesse's hair, letting his head tip back]

Mmm...

[splashofbourbon]

[McCree groans, working a mark into his neck as he pulls at Medren's shirt, a little frantic, a little needy]

[mindinthegittern]

[pulling back]

Let's go to your room before you make me lose the power of rational thought.

[splashofbourbon]

[he takes a breath, bracing himself]

Yeah—all right, all right.

[mindinthegittern]

[leans in and hugs him tight for a moment before he gets up to head for the bedroom]

[splashofbourbon]

[he lingers on the couch a moment before getting up to follow]

[mindinthegittern]

[well Medren just goes on in and makes himself comfy on the bed, waiting]

[splashofbourbon]

Hey there, darling.

[that's a good spot, McCree settles down next to him, drawing a hand through Medren's hair]

[mindinthegittern]

[shifting close so he can tangle his legs with McCree's, smiling faintly]

Hello again, beloved.