Hyde is at the bar, in his
Stones shirt and jeans, looking over a mess of eight-tracks and cassettes. His boot is tapping to some invisible beat, and he's smoking. The snark implied in the title has not yet happened, but rest assured it will if you join his thread.
And if that's not a sell, I don't know what is.
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Yeah, I think that was intentional.
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He bends over in concentration and starts picking the errant nuts out of Hyde's lap with less than sober precision. "Want some?" he inquires politely. "They're cashews... my favorite... after sex."
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"I don't want your hand on your nuts in my lap, either!"
Smirking to himself, he starts to brush them off...and into his own hand. Waste not, want not.
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"Hey, Boys."
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Indy's aim is off and his lips meet with her jaw line, as do his front teeth. He pulls back rubbing at them. "Owww! Your lips got soldifinied since last night. How d'you do that?" he pouts.
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But she leans into him, and sips on her martini, not really caring about the intense alcohol smell exuding from his pores.
She nods at Hyde. "S'up?"
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"Would you, could you...with a goat?"
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Mouthing to Hyde, she asks, "What the hell has he had today?"
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Speaking of, Hyde's crunching on cashews as well. And grinning.
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He gestures vaguely at the barrel laying on a chair a little way down the bar. "Hyde!" he snaps. "Quit hogging my nuts kid. There's a lady present. At least offer her some. Heathen!"
He turns to her and adopts a chivalrous tone, only ruined by the slurring of every sibilant word. "Here you go my darling. It would be the greatest pleasure of my life if you share my nuts with me."
He opens his palm, revealing a few crushed cashews in amongst an array of dust bunnies and lint... and a piece of old chewing gum.
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"At least not that kind." She smirks.
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"Fine! I'll keep my nuts... and you keep your smashy stick thing. That seems fair." He cradles the nut remnants to his chest protectively.
"We can still have sex though right?" he inquires as an afterthought.
"Hyde... go get the fuckin' thing already. What? You think I'm some kinda personal assistant now?" he asks rhetorically with a smirk. "You two are playing catch up anyway. We'll drag it upstairs for when we get toasted in a bit."
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She looks thoughtful and maybe a bit worried at the same time. "It's. . . okay. . .to do that here?"
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