"So, I hear you like torture?" [closed]
Characters: Larxene, Jenka, Dimo, and Maxim (And Anne, if you want to get Mamma in on this too, I don't think that it would be a problem. Just let me know, and I'll go ahead and add you to the tags.)
Content: Larxene comes over and has a drink with some people whose hobbies are frighteningly similar to her own.
Setting: Maxim and Dimo's quarters.
Time: early evening, perhaps?
Warnings: Possible graphic descriptions of torture and medieval interrogation techniques
They really were going to need more mugs if things kept going this way. First Jenka, and now this fascinating new human woman, had joined the crew, and Dimo wasn't complaining a bit. He carefully set down the extra chair and mugs that he'd borrowed from the galley. Anthy had been kind enough to look the other way, and now between the bed and the two chairs, there were enough places for people to sit. Unlike the last time that they'd had Jenka over for a talk, the closet door was shut and things were all picked up around the room. Dimo couldn't honestly say that he cared whether or not Larxene had any clue about Maxim and him, but it didn't hurt to tidy the place up. The spare crate was hauled to the center of the gathering of chairs to serve as a table, and there were a five or six good bottles of booze out to really get things going.
Content: Larxene comes over and has a drink with some people whose hobbies are frighteningly similar to her own.
Setting: Maxim and Dimo's quarters.
Time: early evening, perhaps?
Warnings: Possible graphic descriptions of torture and medieval interrogation techniques
They really were going to need more mugs if things kept going this way. First Jenka, and now this fascinating new human woman, had joined the crew, and Dimo wasn't complaining a bit. He carefully set down the extra chair and mugs that he'd borrowed from the galley. Anthy had been kind enough to look the other way, and now between the bed and the two chairs, there were enough places for people to sit. Unlike the last time that they'd had Jenka over for a talk, the closet door was shut and things were all picked up around the room. Dimo couldn't honestly say that he cared whether or not Larxene had any clue about Maxim and him, but it didn't hurt to tidy the place up. The spare crate was hauled to the center of the gathering of chairs to serve as a table, and there were a five or six good bottles of booze out to really get things going.