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[curtwildmuse]

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I brought company home. *leads Curt to the kitchen* This is Curt. He's not Ewan so don't ask. Curt? My boy Jason.

*looks at the floor, then at Jason, digging his hands into the pockets of his leather pants* Hi.

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[shadow_jason]

*gives Curt a long, thorough once-over*, then smiles* Hi. I take it he's staying for dinner, Master?

[shadow_liam]

Yeah, you usually make enough for an army. *to Curt* Beer? Scotch?

[curtwildmuse]

*quietly* Got any Jack? *puts a hand over his stomach as it growls; the food smells really good and he's hungry*

[shadow_liam]

*nods* Jason, get some Jack Daniels for Curt and I'll have the white Bush. *sits down and gestures Curt to one of the other chairs* So. You spend the night, we rough you up, one or the other or both of us fuck you,I don't draw any blood unless you ask for it and I don't break any bones. We feed you breakfast and send you on your way in the morning. How much?

[curtwildmuse]

*cautiously* And dinner's included in that too?

[shadow_liam]

*dryly* Dinner's on the house.

[curtwildmuse]

*looks at the floor, then at his hands, then at Liam* Okay. *works it out in his head for a minute, looking around aimlessly as he does* Okay. Uh. I'm thinking four hundred. Just cause you're feeding me.

[shadow_jason]

*comes in with the drinks and pauses, since he'd normally kneel for a guest, but this guy isn't a normal guest*

[shadow_liam]

Four hundred? More than reasonable. *glances at Jason and shakes his head* No you don't have to stand on formalites now, boy.

[curtwildmuse]

*glances at Jason and then at Liam, and then hesitantly extends his hand for the drink* Thanks, man.

[shadow_jason]

Sure. Dinner'll be ready in a few. *goes back into the kitchen*

[curtwildmuse]

*watches him go, then takes a healthy swig of his Jack, thinking he should have said six hundred* So. Uh. *looks at Liam* What kinda rough stuff we talking about, here?

[shadow_liam]

C'mon into the kitchen lad; it's the most comfortable place in this sodding house. *leads Curt into the kitchen and takes a seat at the table, waving Curt into the other* *matter of factly* I'm taking about watching Jason there beat you, then you blowing him while I fuck you. And lad, four hundred is way too low for this. I'll give you a grand.

[curtwildmuse]

*blinks and looks at Liam for a minute, torn between thinking this is his lucky fucking day and thinking Liam's a cracked nut* Okay. Uh. *takes another drink* What's he beating me with?

[shadow_liam]

*glances over at the stove* Lad? What do you feel like using on our friend here?

[shadow_jason]

*looks at Curt, considering* Strap, maybe, or one of the heavy leather floggers? As skinny as he is, I'm not sure how much he can take.