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Vicious_Cycle ([info]vicious_cycle) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-01-30 15:25:00


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Entry tags:inactive - lyta braddock-worthington, nicholas salem, team - champions

After Murderworld
Zarathos had dealt with a lot of Murderworld, both with and without Nick. For the first time, he hadn't fought the demon off entirely, and that, just as much as the sights, smells and sounds he'd never forget still haunts him. While he's promised to be back, Nick has been getting his few things together for a road trip. Open road, strong drink and time to forget is just what the situation calls for.


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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-02-01 07:35 pm UTC (link)
"I'd almost suspect you did that on purpose." he replies with a slight grin, not even hesitating in pressing against her to talk, one hand on his pool cue, one hand on her hip. "But I think you're too competitive for that."
He sways against her lightly, more or less in time to the music in the background. "Which is fine, it'll make it that much sweeter when you're on your knees... slave."

He turns. Even drunk and with her as a living distraction, he can't miss this shot, too much time with a misspent youth in places like this. "Eight ball, corner pocket."

He doesn't miss.

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[info]lytaworthington
2010-02-01 11:08 pm UTC (link)
"I do hate to lose," she said with playful smirk, not even making any small hesitation in pressing up against his chest ever-so lightly. "It's a...weakness in some cases, I guess." Her breath smelled of tequila and cigarettes.

She heaved a mock-dramatic sigh. "Looks like I lose, do with me what you wish," she pressed up against him, to whisper in his ear, "Master."

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[info]vicious_cycle
2010-02-02 12:46 am UTC (link)
Screw caution. He grabs her hair to tilt her head back and kisses her. Hard.

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[info]lytaworthington
2010-02-02 01:46 am UTC (link)
She returned the kiss, biting at his lip a little, leaning up against him, ignoring the snickers and comments from the other bar patrons.

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