[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]

No. Should I? Just because I have questions doesn't mean you have to answer them.

[splashofbourbon]

Not saying I thought you'd hold my feet to the fire, darling...

[pauses, taking a heavy breath]

The buckle's just an abbreviation. Means 'Bad Ass Mother Fucker,' scars're from Reyes—he went a little wild a while back.

Everything on the nametag's true.

[mindinthegittern]

. . .

Your name isn't Jesse McCree?

[just! tabling everything else for now!!]

[splashofbourbon]

Look it weren't—I ain't—

[he stops, putting a hand over his face, squeezing at the corners of his eyes, breathing hard]

[mindinthegittern]

...hey... I'm sorry.

[hugs him a little]

You don't have to—I mean, it's your name now, right?

[splashofbourbon]

[shakes his head, dropping his hand and turning down to look at Medren]

S'who I decided to be. It's a name I made for myself.

I lost the old one back in the Crisis, back around when I got picked up by the Deadlocks.

[mindinthegittern]

Ah.

[not a lot to say to that, just sticking close]

[splashofbourbon]

[ducks his head, turning burying his nose in Medren's hair. He puts both arms around him, holding him close and breathing deep for a moment]

I ain't keeping it from you, I promise.

Just—don't know if I can dig that grave up just yet.

[mindinthegittern]

[cuddles right up, squeezing a hand around Jesse's shoulder]

That's more than fair.

[splashofbourbon]

[he nods, still holding tight]

Thank you.

[mindinthegittern]

[nuzzles against his chest]

Sorry I ruined the mood, though.

[splashofbourbon]

[lets out a quiet hum]

You ain't ruining nothing, love.

[mindinthegittern]

[trails light fingers down the line of his throat]

Oh, no? Well, I'm glad... but you know, my next line was going to be, "can I make it up to you"...

[splashofbourbon]

Well, I won't say no to that either.

[mindinthegittern]

[leans up and kisses him]

Hmmm... what can I do for you, then?

[splashofbourbon]

[he kisses back, lingering]

Just stay with me. Stay here a while.

[mindinthegittern]

[slides his hands into Jesse's hair]

Of course.

[splashofbourbon]

[kissing him again, pressing his hands to the small of Medren's back to hold him close]

I love you.

[mindinthegittern]

[kissing back slow and easy, not pulling back until he's out of breath]

I love you right back.

[splashofbourbon]

I'm glad you do, darling.

[mindinthegittern]

[quiet for a moment, then, sort of hesitantly]

...did Reyes attack you, then...?

[splashofbourbon]

[he nods, rubbing at Medren's back]

Yeah. He went wild, wasn't himself. I brought him down, but that's what I got for the trouble of it.

[mindinthegittern]

These look older than they should.

[splashofbourbon]

He healed 'em up too.

We got this tech back home, biotics, can heal you right up from most kinda cuts and wounds.

[mindinthegittern]

Well, that's handy!