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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 14, 2009 22:16:44 GMT -5
::Derek finished off his glass, feeling the pleasant buzz of growing inebriation.:: "What do you want to hear about?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 14, 2009 22:19:58 GMT -5
"Well, I mean...I've never done anything in the scene like normal. People couldn't touch me without dying for awhile. Literally. So...I don't know how to do a lot of stuff. Was she into it when you met her?" She finished off the last of her Manhattan and concentrated on the beer.
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 14, 2009 22:22:29 GMT -5
::Derek was fairly open when sober, but when drunk, he had little filter and was happy to talk. He filed away the "people dying" aspect of her statement for later, should he remember the next morning. He smiled at the memory.:: "Sam was into it, although she didn't have much experience with it. I've solved that problem for her."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 14, 2009 22:25:04 GMT -5
She couldn't help her grin. "Typical dominant. Always thinks he's the biggest in the room."
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 14, 2009 22:28:14 GMT -5
::Derek chuckled and refilled his beer glass, then offered to top hers off.:: "I'll take that bet later. But seriously, she and I have a good thing going, and we've done more than enough that she *never* need worry about lack of experience again."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 14, 2009 22:32:12 GMT -5
She nodded at the offer of more beer. "How public are you?"
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 14, 2009 22:36:39 GMT -5
::Derek poured the beer and somehow managed not to spill.:: "Need to know basis; we draw the line at parents and her baby sister. But most of our good friends are in the Scene and they all know. We've been to conventions and parades."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 14, 2009 22:41:22 GMT -5
"You're lucky," she said, grabbing one of his wings. "I couldn't tell my last boyfriend. And conventions are...Um, well. Let's just say this is about the largest crowd I can handle comfortably."
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 14, 2009 22:45:16 GMT -5
::That Derek could understand more easily, as he knew a few people who had agoraphobia.:: "Small groups are always best for this, and Sam and I stick to them most of the time. The conventions can be fun, depending on where they are and what the ratio is. Oh, I have stories..."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 14, 2009 22:48:14 GMT -5
"OK, spill," she replied, leaning forward.
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 14, 2009 22:49:29 GMT -5
"Good ones or funny ones?" ::Derek asked, before sipping his refreshed beer mug.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 14, 2009 22:55:39 GMT -5
"Either one," she said, shrugging but with a grin.
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 14, 2009 22:57:52 GMT -5
::Derek set down his beer mug so he could use his hands for emphasis.:: "So picture a hotel hosting a convention being protested by a group of sex-negative radical feminists who believe that most heterosexual sex is rape and that the Scene reinforces stereotypes..."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 15, 2009 21:00:15 GMT -5
"Oh, God, who lost it first?" she said, laughing.
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 15, 2009 21:07:03 GMT -5
"They did," ::Derek said with a chuckle and a shake of his head.:: "We were on our way for a fun weekend; they had the problem with what we were doing, not the other way around. One of them started offering literature to my girlfriend, as though *that* would cause her to suddenly change her mind about our relationship and/or become a lesbian."
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