@Rowdy Stevenson
Amy was disappointed when the kiss ended, but only realised after that her leg was up on his waist, and his hand snugly holding it there. She simply grinned at him and when his grip lessened, she let her leg fall. Her hand untangled from his hair and she let it slowly drop, her nails lightly grazing as it fell.
His question earned a soft noise of amusement and she leaned back up to his lips, but didn't kiss him, "Passable, I suppose... Kinda hot" she whispered with a mischievous glint, "Though I suppose you're the type of guy who likes a challenge, right?" Moving a little, she reached to the booth, grabbed a ticket and a pen, scribbling something then throwing the pen back to the booth and holding up the ticket to show him. A phone number. She then stepped forward and slid the ticket snugly into his belt.
"Lemme know if you want a rematch... Or to hose me down" she whispered, eyes shimmering red before pulling back and biting her lip a little, stepping a little back. "Names Amy" she said with a quirk of her brow, "See you later hot stuff" she winked and turned, walking away for the next woman to have a go, but not before a quick glance back and a smirk before he lost her in the crowd.
Amy was disappointed when the kiss ended, but only realised after that her leg was up on his waist, and his hand snugly holding it there. She simply grinned at him and when his grip lessened, she let her leg fall. Her hand untangled from his hair and she let it slowly drop, her nails lightly grazing as it fell.
His question earned a soft noise of amusement and she leaned back up to his lips, but didn't kiss him, "Passable, I suppose... Kinda hot" she whispered with a mischievous glint, "Though I suppose you're the type of guy who likes a challenge, right?" Moving a little, she reached to the booth, grabbed a ticket and a pen, scribbling something then throwing the pen back to the booth and holding up the ticket to show him. A phone number. She then stepped forward and slid the ticket snugly into his belt.
"Lemme know if you want a rematch... Or to hose me down" she whispered, eyes shimmering red before pulling back and biting her lip a little, stepping a little back. "Names Amy" she said with a quirk of her brow, "See you later hot stuff" she winked and turned, walking away for the next woman to have a go, but not before a quick glance back and a smirk before he lost her in the crowd.
@ Neriah
Mercy had been mid-laugh at something Gandrell said when a familiar burst of energy came bounding toward her. The moment she spotted the radiant grin, she let out a delighted gasp. “Neriah!” she squealed, eyes bright with surprise and affection.
Without hesitation, Mercy rounded the booth, her cowgirl hat nearly flying off as she hurried straight into Neriah’s arms. She hugged her tight, the kind of hug that lifted one foot off the ground and left both women laughing.
“Are you kidding me? You would’ve stolen all the attention!” she teased, pulling back just enough to look her friend over. “Besides, somebody has to keep this booth respectable. Or at least try to.”
She gave a playful glance toward the booth where Neriah had just been, one brow arching with mischief. “And judging by what I just saw, you are definitely not helping that cause.” Her grin widened, warm and full of pride. “But you look amazing. Leave it to you to make a family carnival blush.”
Still laughing, Mercy looped an arm around her friend’s shoulders and gave her another quick squeeze. “Next time, call me before you make half the fair jealous. We’ll plan our outfits and make this place melt together.”
She tipped her hat with a wink, the corners of her mouth curving into that trademark Mercy smile. “Now come on, sugar. You’re not escaping without trying one of Gandrell’s drinks.”
Mercy had been mid-laugh at something Gandrell said when a familiar burst of energy came bounding toward her. The moment she spotted the radiant grin, she let out a delighted gasp. “Neriah!” she squealed, eyes bright with surprise and affection.
Without hesitation, Mercy rounded the booth, her cowgirl hat nearly flying off as she hurried straight into Neriah’s arms. She hugged her tight, the kind of hug that lifted one foot off the ground and left both women laughing.
“Are you kidding me? You would’ve stolen all the attention!” she teased, pulling back just enough to look her friend over. “Besides, somebody has to keep this booth respectable. Or at least try to.”
She gave a playful glance toward the booth where Neriah had just been, one brow arching with mischief. “And judging by what I just saw, you are definitely not helping that cause.” Her grin widened, warm and full of pride. “But you look amazing. Leave it to you to make a family carnival blush.”
Still laughing, Mercy looped an arm around her friend’s shoulders and gave her another quick squeeze. “Next time, call me before you make half the fair jealous. We’ll plan our outfits and make this place melt together.”
She tipped her hat with a wink, the corners of her mouth curving into that trademark Mercy smile. “Now come on, sugar. You’re not escaping without trying one of Gandrell’s drinks.”
@ Mercy @Jeanne
Neriah glanced over her shoulder at the chef she had just gotten all hot bothered over and gave them a sensual wink. “How am I not helping? If the kisses look good maybe more people will come and get one.”
At the compliment of her friend, she twirled to show off her costume and then stopped to check out Mercy in her sexy digs. “I love the cowgirl look! You pull it off perfectly. Have you found a hot boy to ride yet?” Neriah was dirty minded where her friend was more reserved but just as fun. When Mercy talked about doing outfits together next year, Neriah got excited. “Yes!!! We can totally pull of Charlie’s Angels or something. Let’s do it!”
“Drinks! Yes please,” she said as she followed Mercy back behind the booth. “But if I am hanging out back here, I want my chef!” She looked toward her kissing buddy. “Look! I’m a part of the group now. No tickets needed for more action,” she said as she used her finger to call her chef over to her.
Neriah glanced over her shoulder at the chef she had just gotten all hot bothered over and gave them a sensual wink. “How am I not helping? If the kisses look good maybe more people will come and get one.”
At the compliment of her friend, she twirled to show off her costume and then stopped to check out Mercy in her sexy digs. “I love the cowgirl look! You pull it off perfectly. Have you found a hot boy to ride yet?” Neriah was dirty minded where her friend was more reserved but just as fun. When Mercy talked about doing outfits together next year, Neriah got excited. “Yes!!! We can totally pull of Charlie’s Angels or something. Let’s do it!”
“Drinks! Yes please,” she said as she followed Mercy back behind the booth. “But if I am hanging out back here, I want my chef!” She looked toward her kissing buddy. “Look! I’m a part of the group now. No tickets needed for more action,” she said as she used her finger to call her chef over to her.
Mercy laughed so hard she nearly lost her hat. “You are absolutely impossible, Neriah!” she said between giggles, her blue eyes sparkling. “You call that helping? If the goal was to make the whole fair blush, you’ve succeeded. I swear, the crowd’s going to need water and confession after that performance.”
She leaned against the booth, still catching her breath, and gave her friend a playful once-over. “And that outfit? Lord have mercy. You twirl like that again and you’ll have people forgetting this is a family event.” She tipped her hat in mock salute. “Guess I’m not the only one turning heads tonight.”
When Neriah complimented her cowgirl getup, Mercy grinned. “Why, thank you kindly. I figured I’d lean into the boots-and-trouble aesthetic this year. As for the riding part…” her voice dropped into a teasing drawl, “…still taking applications.”
Neriah’s excitement over doing outfits together next year made her laugh again, softer this time. “Charlie’s Angels? Oh, we’d be unstoppable. You’d be the wild one, I’d be the sassy one, and whoever joins us better know how to keep up.”
Spotting Gandrell behind the counter, she motioned him over with a grin. “Gand, this troublemaker right here is Neriah,” she said warmly. “My partner in crime, bad influence, and now apparently our newest booth mascot.” Her eyes sparkled as she looked between them. “Neriah, meet Gandrell, the mastermind keeping this circus running and the one responsible for those magical mystery drinks everyone keeps raving about.”
She stepped back a little, arms folding across her chest as she smiled. “I figured it was about time you two met before she talks you into letting her run the booth next year.”
She leaned against the booth, still catching her breath, and gave her friend a playful once-over. “And that outfit? Lord have mercy. You twirl like that again and you’ll have people forgetting this is a family event.” She tipped her hat in mock salute. “Guess I’m not the only one turning heads tonight.”
When Neriah complimented her cowgirl getup, Mercy grinned. “Why, thank you kindly. I figured I’d lean into the boots-and-trouble aesthetic this year. As for the riding part…” her voice dropped into a teasing drawl, “…still taking applications.”
Neriah’s excitement over doing outfits together next year made her laugh again, softer this time. “Charlie’s Angels? Oh, we’d be unstoppable. You’d be the wild one, I’d be the sassy one, and whoever joins us better know how to keep up.”
Spotting Gandrell behind the counter, she motioned him over with a grin. “Gand, this troublemaker right here is Neriah,” she said warmly. “My partner in crime, bad influence, and now apparently our newest booth mascot.” Her eyes sparkled as she looked between them. “Neriah, meet Gandrell, the mastermind keeping this circus running and the one responsible for those magical mystery drinks everyone keeps raving about.”
She stepped back a little, arms folding across her chest as she smiled. “I figured it was about time you two met before she talks you into letting her run the booth next year.”
@ Mercy @ Jeanne @ Gandrell
Neriah twirled again, making sure to pop her barely covered butt in the direction of the chef she was trying to catch the eye of. Her comment was all for her friend, though. “If you really want me to get people’s attention, erect a pole and I will draw a crowd.” That could be taken so many fun ways and Neriah meant each and every one of them. She winked with no hint of blush to her cheeks. There was no shame in her game and flirting and sex were the games she played the best.
Neriah checked over her shoulder again in the direction of her chef, hoping she would have drawn the eye by now. She pouted softly and redirected her attention to Mercy’s friend with the weird name. When he came into view Neriah stopped and grabbed Mercy’s hand for support. “Hello Disney Prince destined to give me wet dreams for life.” She leaned into Mercy and whispered a rushed question, “Please tell he is not gay or a prude.”
Neriah looked from Mery to the guy dressed as an evil prince? He was in all black with a white frilly shirt that was open to show off his…God was that marble he was made from? She offered her hand and tried for his name, “Gandell?”
Neriah twirled again, making sure to pop her barely covered butt in the direction of the chef she was trying to catch the eye of. Her comment was all for her friend, though. “If you really want me to get people’s attention, erect a pole and I will draw a crowd.” That could be taken so many fun ways and Neriah meant each and every one of them. She winked with no hint of blush to her cheeks. There was no shame in her game and flirting and sex were the games she played the best.
Neriah checked over her shoulder again in the direction of her chef, hoping she would have drawn the eye by now. She pouted softly and redirected her attention to Mercy’s friend with the weird name. When he came into view Neriah stopped and grabbed Mercy’s hand for support. “Hello Disney Prince destined to give me wet dreams for life.” She leaned into Mercy and whispered a rushed question, “Please tell he is not gay or a prude.”
Neriah looked from Mery to the guy dressed as an evil prince? He was in all black with a white frilly shirt that was open to show off his…God was that marble he was made from? She offered her hand and tried for his name, “Gandell?”
@ Mercy @ Neriah
Being that he wasn’t volunteering to be a kisser this year, Gandrell was staying behind the scenes as much as possible. He was entertaining himself with mixing music, mixing drinks, and people watching. He was also keeping himself busy on his phone when he needed something to do. He was keeping an ear open to listen to any of the noise around the kissing booth, but nothing had really gone on yet to draw him out from behind the speakers where he had made himself a little hidey-hole.
He heard Mercy speak his name and poked his head around the speaker to see what was going on. What he saw was Mercy bringing one of her friends back behind the booth. Then there was mention of a stripper pole? Okay, his interest was piqued. He stepped out from behind the speakers and addressed the one thing he was comfortable addressing. “Anyone need a drink or a refill?”
The new female’s reaction to him was unexpected considering she and Jeanne had just been practically climbing each other. “Disney Prince?” He lifted an eyebrow and looked over to the girls. “It’s the hair, right? Maybe I should shave it off.” it wasn’t the first time had had been called a Disney Prince and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last time. He wondered if his hair would hold dye.
His attention went to Mercy when she mentioned Neriah running the booth next year. He cocked his head a little as the hint of a frown touched his lips. “I am not opposed to passing the torch for someone else to have fun running the booth. But that might put back in the shoes of a kisser, rather than just an observer.” He grinned teasingly and winked at them. “Did either of you want a drink?”
Being that he wasn’t volunteering to be a kisser this year, Gandrell was staying behind the scenes as much as possible. He was entertaining himself with mixing music, mixing drinks, and people watching. He was also keeping himself busy on his phone when he needed something to do. He was keeping an ear open to listen to any of the noise around the kissing booth, but nothing had really gone on yet to draw him out from behind the speakers where he had made himself a little hidey-hole.
He heard Mercy speak his name and poked his head around the speaker to see what was going on. What he saw was Mercy bringing one of her friends back behind the booth. Then there was mention of a stripper pole? Okay, his interest was piqued. He stepped out from behind the speakers and addressed the one thing he was comfortable addressing. “Anyone need a drink or a refill?”
The new female’s reaction to him was unexpected considering she and Jeanne had just been practically climbing each other. “Disney Prince?” He lifted an eyebrow and looked over to the girls. “It’s the hair, right? Maybe I should shave it off.” it wasn’t the first time had had been called a Disney Prince and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last time. He wondered if his hair would hold dye.
His attention went to Mercy when she mentioned Neriah running the booth next year. He cocked his head a little as the hint of a frown touched his lips. “I am not opposed to passing the torch for someone else to have fun running the booth. But that might put back in the shoes of a kisser, rather than just an observer.” He grinned teasingly and winked at them. “Did either of you want a drink?”
@ Gand, @ Mercy, @ Neriah
Charlie approached the booth with an expression that was equal parts amusement and disbelief. The crowd had thinned just enough for her to hear the tail end of Gandrell’s conversation, and that was more than enough to make her shake her head with a laugh. Her boots clicked against the wooden planks as she sauntered closer, confidence in every step.
“Really, Gand?” she called out, that soft Southern lilt threading through her words. “I leave you alone for five minutes, and you’re over here discussing stripper poles with two beautiful women? You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
Her smile was playful, teasing but warm, and the glint in her blue eyes said she wasn’t actually mad. She was just enjoying watching him squirm a little. She rested her hands on her hips, the festival lights catching the pale pink in her hair as she gave him a mock look of disapproval.
“You do realize the booth across the way is waiting on you, right?” she continued, leaning in slightly. “I want to visit it, so I’d come drag you over there before you start a scandal over here.”
Her gaze flicked toward Mercy and Neriah with a friendly grin. “Don’t mind me, ladies. I’m just here to collect this one before someone decides to test that pole idea.”
She turned back to Gandrell and gave him a knowing look, her tone softening. “Come on, Phantom. You can charm them later. You’ve got a fiancé whole is craving your company.”
With a quick wink, she reached for his arm, fully prepared to tug him along if he didn’t move fast enough.
Charlie approached the booth with an expression that was equal parts amusement and disbelief. The crowd had thinned just enough for her to hear the tail end of Gandrell’s conversation, and that was more than enough to make her shake her head with a laugh. Her boots clicked against the wooden planks as she sauntered closer, confidence in every step.
“Really, Gand?” she called out, that soft Southern lilt threading through her words. “I leave you alone for five minutes, and you’re over here discussing stripper poles with two beautiful women? You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
Her smile was playful, teasing but warm, and the glint in her blue eyes said she wasn’t actually mad. She was just enjoying watching him squirm a little. She rested her hands on her hips, the festival lights catching the pale pink in her hair as she gave him a mock look of disapproval.
“You do realize the booth across the way is waiting on you, right?” she continued, leaning in slightly. “I want to visit it, so I’d come drag you over there before you start a scandal over here.”
Her gaze flicked toward Mercy and Neriah with a friendly grin. “Don’t mind me, ladies. I’m just here to collect this one before someone decides to test that pole idea.”
She turned back to Gandrell and gave him a knowing look, her tone softening. “Come on, Phantom. You can charm them later. You’ve got a fiancé whole is craving your company.”
With a quick wink, she reached for his arm, fully prepared to tug him along if he didn’t move fast enough.
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