Log: Getting laid~
Who: Echizen Ryoga, Kawashima Nao (NPC)
Where: Bar and room at the hotel
When: The day before this log
What: Ryoga gets laid~
WARNING: PG-13 for alcohol, some subject matters, and the idea of hooking up with a stranger for sex.
Note: For those curious, yes, they did use protection. =P And no, we're not done with Nao~
Random guy in the bar: *eyes Ryoga*
Ryoga: *notices look, smirks a bit* Can I help you?
Guy: Sure you can. Buy me something?
Ryoga: *chuckle* And what would you prefer?
Guy: What would you recommend? *smiles*
Ryoga: *perfectly straight face* Sex on the Beach.
Guy: ... Well, that one's good. I'll have it only if you do though.
Ryoga: Would I be so mean as to recommend something I don't enjoy myself?
Guy: I don't know. Would you? *accepts his drink*
Ryoga: Wanna find out? *takes a sip of his own*
Guy: Sure do.
Ryoga: *smirk* Sure you could handle it?
Guy: Why don't you find out? *rises the glass in a toast*
Ryoga: *answers the toast* I'll take that as a challenge.
Guy: I'm Kawashima. You?
Ryoga: Northlake.
Kawashima: *eyebrow quirk* ... Your Japanese is very good.
Ryoga: *smirk* Thanks. I can't take much credit for it, though; I was raised in a Japanese family for half of my childhood.
Kawashima: Oh? Sounds like you've got quite the life story behind you then, eh? *interested*
Ryoga: Not sure it's that interesting... *playing modest* Started out with a single mother who gave me a Japanese first name because of my supposed father. Got then adopted into a Japanese family where I got a brat brother, hung around as "the other kid" until I got sick of it, ran away from home, got involved in an international illegal gambling scheme, ran into little brother again, got out of the crime, and somehow ended up teaching English on Hokkaido despite barely finishing high school, myself. So, pretty ordinary all in all.
Kawashima: ... Yeah, really ordinary. *laughs* Well, at least you're a pretty easy guy to get along with, eh?
Ryoga: *grin* Only reason I've made it this far with both myself and my brother relatively sane.
Kawashima: How old is your brother? And you?
Ryoga: *groan* It's unfair only women can dodge that question... My brother's 15, now; I'm 20.
Kawashima: Goodie. I'm twenty-one myself. *did you just say 'goodie', dear?*
Ryoga: Damn. Now to figure out if I'm into older men.
Kawashima: ... Yeah, well, while you figure that out... Wanna dance? You can always pretend I'm younger. *grins*
Ryoga: *laughs* Sounds like an offer I can't refuse.
Kawashima: Just hope this dump has any decent songs, yanno? *stands up and heads towards the dance floor*
Ryoga: *follows* If they don't, I'll just have to make you too distracted to actually notice.
Kawashima: Yeah? Guess I can live with that.
Ryoga: I can be very... distracting.
Kawashima: *starts dancing* Confident.
Ryoga: Justifiedly so.
Kawashima: Mmhm... *slides closer, placing his hands rather low on Ryoga's hips*
Ryoga: *places hands on Kawashima's shoulders, smirking at him*
Kawashima: You know... I have a room here.
Ryoga: Really? Do you give tours of it?
Kawashima: Only to special people. You special enough, Northlake-san? *grin*
Ryoga: *chuckle* My mommy said I'm special, does that count?
Kawashima: Well, mommy's always right, isn't she? *smirk*
Ryoga: That's what I was taught, yes.
Kawashima: ... Okay, hate to be a downer and shit but... Have to ask. You're clean, right?
Ryoga: That's just avoiding being an idiot... and yeah, I am.
Kawashima: Good. Me too, or I would have phrased myself differently. *sheepish grin* So, are we done dancing? I have some great booze up in my room. It's all room service like and shit~
Ryoga: *grin* That sounds great.
Kawashima: *leads him up to his room after a bit of fiddling about, clearly he's at least a bit under influence* Here we go~
Ryoga: *not entirely sober either, they met in a bar for goodness' sake* *On the way to the room digs out his cell phone for long enough to send Ryoma the e-mail, "Don't wait up"*
Kawashima: I'm hoping you didn't just text your girlfriend or something.
Ryoga: Nah, just my brother. Need to let him and the in-law know I'm still alive.
Kawashima: Isn't your brother fifteen? Inlaw? *unlocking the door and stepping inside, the room being a general, one bed hotel room with a small wet bar and a TV propped up on the wall*
Ryoga: *stepping in after him* Yeah, well, obviously not literally. The brother and his boyfriend are more tied together than the majority of married couples I've seen, though.
Kawashima: Early bloomers? That's kinda cute. I would strangle anyone who tried to get fresh with my sister though. *grin* She's the same age as your brother. Well, one of my sisters anyway.
Ryoga: Anything that can get my brat of a brother to act like a human being is a good thing in my books... One of your sisters? You have several, then?
Kawashima: *weak laugh* Five. Three older, a pair of twins and then one more, and two younger. Oh, I have a brother too. He's like two years old. My family's weird.
Ryoga: *whistles* Woah. I don't envy you. I've got my hands full just looking after the one.
Kawashima: Hey, I'd trade you in an instant. *laughs* ... Naoto. My friends usually call me Nao.
Ryoga: Do I qualify? *grins* Ryoga.
Nao: Sure you do. *grins* I don't take my clothes off in front of strangers after all. I'm a good boy. *speaking of which, starting to unbutton his shirt*
Ryoga: *steps forward, pushing his hands aside to take over the task* So, what, you swim in full clothing?
Nao: Of course. Like those 19th century swimsuits.
Ryoga: Or a burqini. I wonder if they make those for men. *quickly working through the buttons*
Nao: ... Doubt it. *he has a lean, smooth body, but it's fairly apparent that he isn't an athlete, even though he does visit the gym from time to time*
Ryoga: Probably not... would've run into some while looking for swimwear for the kids at the start of the break. Can you imagine a fifteen-year-old getting his first swimming suit ever?
Nao: ... Uh, no, actually. *reaches up to have his own, slender fingers work Ryoga's shirt buttons* What's the story about that?
Ryoga: *somewhat more muscled, may not play tennis much anymore but he's still used to being active* Apparently the in-law almost drowned as a kid. Took him over ten years and some therapy to agree to go anywhere near water again.
Nao: Well, that sucks. *totally likes what he sees, and slides his hands over Ryoga's chest* How about you? Any trauma that I should avoid talking about?
Ryoga: Don't know where my biological mother is, and my adoptive father is a jerk. Oh, and I've plenty of allergies, so if you're made of peanuts you're out of luck.
Nao: Ouch. Can't offer you any snacks then. *eyes the wet bar, that has, of course, peanuts*
Ryoga: 'fraid not. *shrug* Have made it this far without starving.
Nao: Well, I guess I just have to sedate that hunger. *slides Ryoga's shirt off his shoulders and then starts working on the pants*
Ryoga: So very nice of you. *tugs Nao's shirt out of his pants, then slides his hand onto Nao's ass*
Nao: I'm a nice guy. *grins and pushes his body closer to Ryoga's, lips finding the other man's neck*
Ryoga: *pulls Nao closer* At least you feel nice...
Nao: I can feel better than nice. *one hand cups Ryoga's ass while the other circles gently over his torso*
Ryoga: Prove it. *hands squeeze Nao's ass, then slide up his back*
Nao: How do you feel about BJs?
Ryoga: *smirk* Can be fun.
3:08:45):Nao: *smirks back* Very well then~ *starts working Ryoga's pants*
Ryoga: *dips his head to nibble on the base of Nao's neck*
Nao: Mm... I like that. *slides Ryoga's pants down his hips and then nod towards the bed* Change of position, eh?
:Ryoga: Now there's an idea I can agree to.
Nao: Sweet~ *leads the way over to the bed, stripping his own pants while doing it*
Ryoga: *kicks his own pants off and then streeeeetches, why yes he's in very good condition indeed*
Nao: ... Well, you're one hot son of a bitch. *smiles and makes himself comfortable on the bed, now only wearing his socks* Where were we...?
Ryoga: Told you I can be distracting~ *gets on the bed as well, running a hand over Nao's chest* I believe you were going to prove you can be more than just... nice.
Where: Bar and room at the hotel
When: The day before this log
What: Ryoga gets laid~
WARNING: PG-13 for alcohol, some subject matters, and the idea of hooking up with a stranger for sex.
Note: For those curious, yes, they did use protection. =P And no, we're not done with Nao~
Random guy in the bar: *eyes Ryoga*
Ryoga: *notices look, smirks a bit* Can I help you?
Guy: Sure you can. Buy me something?
Ryoga: *chuckle* And what would you prefer?
Guy: What would you recommend? *smiles*
Ryoga: *perfectly straight face* Sex on the Beach.
Guy: ... Well, that one's good. I'll have it only if you do though.
Ryoga: Would I be so mean as to recommend something I don't enjoy myself?
Guy: I don't know. Would you? *accepts his drink*
Ryoga: Wanna find out? *takes a sip of his own*
Guy: Sure do.
Ryoga: *smirk* Sure you could handle it?
Guy: Why don't you find out? *rises the glass in a toast*
Ryoga: *answers the toast* I'll take that as a challenge.
Guy: I'm Kawashima. You?
Ryoga: Northlake.
Kawashima: *eyebrow quirk* ... Your Japanese is very good.
Ryoga: *smirk* Thanks. I can't take much credit for it, though; I was raised in a Japanese family for half of my childhood.
Kawashima: Oh? Sounds like you've got quite the life story behind you then, eh? *interested*
Ryoga: Not sure it's that interesting... *playing modest* Started out with a single mother who gave me a Japanese first name because of my supposed father. Got then adopted into a Japanese family where I got a brat brother, hung around as "the other kid" until I got sick of it, ran away from home, got involved in an international illegal gambling scheme, ran into little brother again, got out of the crime, and somehow ended up teaching English on Hokkaido despite barely finishing high school, myself. So, pretty ordinary all in all.
Kawashima: ... Yeah, really ordinary. *laughs* Well, at least you're a pretty easy guy to get along with, eh?
Ryoga: *grin* Only reason I've made it this far with both myself and my brother relatively sane.
Kawashima: How old is your brother? And you?
Ryoga: *groan* It's unfair only women can dodge that question... My brother's 15, now; I'm 20.
Kawashima: Goodie. I'm twenty-one myself. *did you just say 'goodie', dear?*
Ryoga: Damn. Now to figure out if I'm into older men.
Kawashima: ... Yeah, well, while you figure that out... Wanna dance? You can always pretend I'm younger. *grins*
Ryoga: *laughs* Sounds like an offer I can't refuse.
Kawashima: Just hope this dump has any decent songs, yanno? *stands up and heads towards the dance floor*
Ryoga: *follows* If they don't, I'll just have to make you too distracted to actually notice.
Kawashima: Yeah? Guess I can live with that.
Ryoga: I can be very... distracting.
Kawashima: *starts dancing* Confident.
Ryoga: Justifiedly so.
Kawashima: Mmhm... *slides closer, placing his hands rather low on Ryoga's hips*
Ryoga: *places hands on Kawashima's shoulders, smirking at him*
Kawashima: You know... I have a room here.
Ryoga: Really? Do you give tours of it?
Kawashima: Only to special people. You special enough, Northlake-san? *grin*
Ryoga: *chuckle* My mommy said I'm special, does that count?
Kawashima: Well, mommy's always right, isn't she? *smirk*
Ryoga: That's what I was taught, yes.
Kawashima: ... Okay, hate to be a downer and shit but... Have to ask. You're clean, right?
Ryoga: That's just avoiding being an idiot... and yeah, I am.
Kawashima: Good. Me too, or I would have phrased myself differently. *sheepish grin* So, are we done dancing? I have some great booze up in my room. It's all room service like and shit~
Ryoga: *grin* That sounds great.
Kawashima: *leads him up to his room after a bit of fiddling about, clearly he's at least a bit under influence* Here we go~
Ryoga: *not entirely sober either, they met in a bar for goodness' sake* *On the way to the room digs out his cell phone for long enough to send Ryoma the e-mail, "Don't wait up"*
Kawashima: I'm hoping you didn't just text your girlfriend or something.
Ryoga: Nah, just my brother. Need to let him and the in-law know I'm still alive.
Kawashima: Isn't your brother fifteen? Inlaw? *unlocking the door and stepping inside, the room being a general, one bed hotel room with a small wet bar and a TV propped up on the wall*
Ryoga: *stepping in after him* Yeah, well, obviously not literally. The brother and his boyfriend are more tied together than the majority of married couples I've seen, though.
Kawashima: Early bloomers? That's kinda cute. I would strangle anyone who tried to get fresh with my sister though. *grin* She's the same age as your brother. Well, one of my sisters anyway.
Ryoga: Anything that can get my brat of a brother to act like a human being is a good thing in my books... One of your sisters? You have several, then?
Kawashima: *weak laugh* Five. Three older, a pair of twins and then one more, and two younger. Oh, I have a brother too. He's like two years old. My family's weird.
Ryoga: *whistles* Woah. I don't envy you. I've got my hands full just looking after the one.
Kawashima: Hey, I'd trade you in an instant. *laughs* ... Naoto. My friends usually call me Nao.
Ryoga: Do I qualify? *grins* Ryoga.
Nao: Sure you do. *grins* I don't take my clothes off in front of strangers after all. I'm a good boy. *speaking of which, starting to unbutton his shirt*
Ryoga: *steps forward, pushing his hands aside to take over the task* So, what, you swim in full clothing?
Nao: Of course. Like those 19th century swimsuits.
Ryoga: Or a burqini. I wonder if they make those for men. *quickly working through the buttons*
Nao: ... Doubt it. *he has a lean, smooth body, but it's fairly apparent that he isn't an athlete, even though he does visit the gym from time to time*
Ryoga: Probably not... would've run into some while looking for swimwear for the kids at the start of the break. Can you imagine a fifteen-year-old getting his first swimming suit ever?
Nao: ... Uh, no, actually. *reaches up to have his own, slender fingers work Ryoga's shirt buttons* What's the story about that?
Ryoga: *somewhat more muscled, may not play tennis much anymore but he's still used to being active* Apparently the in-law almost drowned as a kid. Took him over ten years and some therapy to agree to go anywhere near water again.
Nao: Well, that sucks. *totally likes what he sees, and slides his hands over Ryoga's chest* How about you? Any trauma that I should avoid talking about?
Ryoga: Don't know where my biological mother is, and my adoptive father is a jerk. Oh, and I've plenty of allergies, so if you're made of peanuts you're out of luck.
Nao: Ouch. Can't offer you any snacks then. *eyes the wet bar, that has, of course, peanuts*
Ryoga: 'fraid not. *shrug* Have made it this far without starving.
Nao: Well, I guess I just have to sedate that hunger. *slides Ryoga's shirt off his shoulders and then starts working on the pants*
Ryoga: So very nice of you. *tugs Nao's shirt out of his pants, then slides his hand onto Nao's ass*
Nao: I'm a nice guy. *grins and pushes his body closer to Ryoga's, lips finding the other man's neck*
Ryoga: *pulls Nao closer* At least you feel nice...
Nao: I can feel better than nice. *one hand cups Ryoga's ass while the other circles gently over his torso*
Ryoga: Prove it. *hands squeeze Nao's ass, then slide up his back*
Nao: How do you feel about BJs?
Ryoga: *smirk* Can be fun.
3:08:45):Nao: *smirks back* Very well then~ *starts working Ryoga's pants*
Ryoga: *dips his head to nibble on the base of Nao's neck*
Nao: Mm... I like that. *slides Ryoga's pants down his hips and then nod towards the bed* Change of position, eh?
:Ryoga: Now there's an idea I can agree to.
Nao: Sweet~ *leads the way over to the bed, stripping his own pants while doing it*
Ryoga: *kicks his own pants off and then streeeeetches, why yes he's in very good condition indeed*
Nao: ... Well, you're one hot son of a bitch. *smiles and makes himself comfortable on the bed, now only wearing his socks* Where were we...?
Ryoga: Told you I can be distracting~ *gets on the bed as well, running a hand over Nao's chest* I believe you were going to prove you can be more than just... nice.