Good Thursday to one and all, darlings, I remain
classics-lover, hosting this week. Today's theme is simple, but hopefully will prove popular: Kisses. Prompts must feature kisses of any kind. Maybe a dog is kissing his master, maybe it's a first kiss, last kiss, a simple peck on the cheek or a kiss that leads to something more. Have fun!
Just a few rules:No
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“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” the man asked.
“I’ll decide when I’ve had enough,” Ariana growled in response. “Give. Me. Another.”
“Doll,” a familiar Brooklyn twinged voice drawled. “Don’t threaten the bartender.”
The red-haired girl spun on her stool, a pronounced pout on her face. “I wasn’t threatening. There was no threatening. I was simply requesting another drinking.”
In answer, Bucky dipped his finger into the shot glass, sucking the residue off. “Tequila? What have we discussed about tequila?”
“That I’m not supposed to drink it without supervision?” she suggested.
“That you’re not supposed to drink it without my company,” he reminded her. Holding up two fingers, he indicated that the bartender pour the shots.
“She’s already had four shots, man,” the bartender protested.
“Who said the shots are for her?” Bucky was reaching for the shot when Ariana wrapped her arm around his neck, pulling him towards her, and sealing her lips to his.
“Oh, yeah,” she said when she pulled away, “that’s why I’m not supposed to drink tequila alone.”
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