Welcome to a different kind of sweet treat!
The annual Halloween carnival has come to town, and back by popular demand, is The Kissing Booth!
A few young adults have volunteered their time to hand out a whole different kind of candy.
A sign is posted on either side of the kissing booth with the rules. The signs state the following;
Rule 1. The default kiss is an innocent closed-lip kiss on the mouth. It is up to the kissing booth volunteers whether you get any more or any less.
Rule 2. One ticket per kiss. Multiple tickets are allowed.
Rule 3. Be respectful.
Seriously, we mean it.
Rule 4. No photography unless both parties consent to it.
So come down to the carnival, eat, drink and be flirty!
Rules of the RP!
-18 Plus ONLY. This is a kissing booth, please be respectful of that.
-Supernatural characters are allowed, but this is a human world, so they must pass for human/use their human form.
-This is not mature content, but it is adult content.
-Please refrain from childish antics, as we find it disrespectful. Act your age, not your shoe-size.
Our volunteers for this year's Kissing Booth are as follows:
Rowdy Stevenson
Jax Hawkins
Rayna Saffron
Mercy Morgan
Jeanne
Thanasis Glaser
Rowdy Stevenson
Jax Hawkins
Rayna Saffron
Mercy Morgan
Jeanne
Thanasis Glaser
He jumped down off the table after hanging the rules sign. He had been volun-told he was going to be running in this year’s fundraising Kissing Booth. He had only ever been involved in a kissing booth once before the previous year and he was excited to participate again. Gand was never one to do things halfway. He had arrived early and set up some rather large speakers and a DJ mix table. He had no intention of playing DJ tonight beyond just playing some music to draw attention but, who knows? The kissing booth could get crazy, and a DJ would be warranted. He started a song; it was a dance mix of a popular song and turned up the volume to get some attention on the booth. Along with the music he also set up a small bar. He figured if the volunteers had a little ‘liquid courage’, they might be more prone to let loose and provide some amazing kisses.
Gand had chosen to go Victorian with his costume. He had modeled his wardrobe after the 2004 film adaptation of the The Phantom of the Opera. He had liked the black mask and opened shirt The Phantom had worn during the Past the Point of No Return scene. There were slight differences to the appearances, of course. Gand was shoulder length blonde hair so he slicked it back into a tight ponytail at the base of his skull. His eyes, through the black of the mask, were an even more striking blue. He leaned against his DJ table and waited for the other volunteers to arrive.
Gandrell would not be giving kisses this year. He was present to oversee the booth. Let others have the fun this time around.
Gand had chosen to go Victorian with his costume. He had modeled his wardrobe after the 2004 film adaptation of the The Phantom of the Opera. He had liked the black mask and opened shirt The Phantom had worn during the Past the Point of No Return scene. There were slight differences to the appearances, of course. Gand was shoulder length blonde hair so he slicked it back into a tight ponytail at the base of his skull. His eyes, through the black of the mask, were an even more striking blue. He leaned against his DJ table and waited for the other volunteers to arrive.
Gandrell would not be giving kisses this year. He was present to oversee the booth. Let others have the fun this time around.
The Halloween fair was in full swing by the time Rayna strutted up to the trick-or-treat booth. The air shimmered with the glow of jack-o’-lanterns and laughter, but she looked like she’d walked straight out of a comic panel. The black-and-green jumpsuit hugging every curve, dark hair tumbling down her back, and that signature Shego smirk daring anyone to underestimate her.
She paused just short of the booth, hands on her hips, the faintest tilt to her head as her eyes found Gandrell. “Well, well,” She said with silk and spark. “When I was asked if I wanted to do this again, I was hoping it’d be you here again.”
The grin she gave him was sharp enough to cut through the night. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to steal your thunder. Just thought this place could use a little villain flair.” Reaching across the table, she plucked a piece of candy from the nearest bowl, unwrapped it, and popped it between her lips. “Do you still have that beautiful drink you made me last year, Gandrell?,” She added with a playful wink. “I think a little shot could make a perfect opening to the mischief of the night.”
She paused just short of the booth, hands on her hips, the faintest tilt to her head as her eyes found Gandrell. “Well, well,” She said with silk and spark. “When I was asked if I wanted to do this again, I was hoping it’d be you here again.”
The grin she gave him was sharp enough to cut through the night. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to steal your thunder. Just thought this place could use a little villain flair.” Reaching across the table, she plucked a piece of candy from the nearest bowl, unwrapped it, and popped it between her lips. “Do you still have that beautiful drink you made me last year, Gandrell?,” She added with a playful wink. “I think a little shot could make a perfect opening to the mischief of the night.”
Jax heard the laughter before he saw them. It was the kind that carried under the hum of music and the smell of caramel corn. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his torn jeans as he made his way toward the booth, the red cape dragging behind him and the fake blood at his collar half-dried from the cool night air. The vampire act wasn’t exactly original, but with that grin and the lazy tilt of his walk, he didn’t need it to be.
He spotted Gandrell first, solid, reliable, somehow looking like he belonged behind the table, and gave him a respectful and acknowledging nod. “Tell me you have beer back there.” But then his gaze caught on her. Green and black. Smirk sharp enough to draw blood. And like him, a wolf. Shego come to life and fully aware of it.
“Well, hell.” He drawled, stopping just shy of the booth, looking between the two. “Didn’t realize we were takin’ this costume thing seriously. You’re gonna make the rest of us look bad.”
His smirk deepened, glancing between Gandrell and Rayna as he leaned one elbow on the table. “Looks like the party’s over here. You two takin’ applications for new recruits, or should I just start bitin’ people and hope for the best?” He was joking, of course and made that obvious by the easy smirk and the way he simply joined them behind the table.
He plucked a lollipop from the bowl and twirled it between his fingers, eyes never quite leaving Rayna. “Don’t worry,” He said, grin crooked and wicked. “I only go for the bad girls.”
He spotted Gandrell first, solid, reliable, somehow looking like he belonged behind the table, and gave him a respectful and acknowledging nod. “Tell me you have beer back there.” But then his gaze caught on her. Green and black. Smirk sharp enough to draw blood. And like him, a wolf. Shego come to life and fully aware of it.
“Well, hell.” He drawled, stopping just shy of the booth, looking between the two. “Didn’t realize we were takin’ this costume thing seriously. You’re gonna make the rest of us look bad.”
His smirk deepened, glancing between Gandrell and Rayna as he leaned one elbow on the table. “Looks like the party’s over here. You two takin’ applications for new recruits, or should I just start bitin’ people and hope for the best?” He was joking, of course and made that obvious by the easy smirk and the way he simply joined them behind the table.
He plucked a lollipop from the bowl and twirled it between his fingers, eyes never quite leaving Rayna. “Don’t worry,” He said, grin crooked and wicked. “I only go for the bad girls.”
When Jeanne lost the race at their local biker club, they never expected that this would be the price. They were ready to shell out a round of drinks or fix up the winner’s shit box of a car for free for the next few months…turns out, the winner was a community guy and had texted them a screenshot of the event with a “don’t forget your costume” attached to it. Well, at least it was only for a night. Even if they knew eventually a few of the club members would be showing up at least to make sure they’d followed through on the deal. As if Jeanne would ever back out on their word
So now, here they were. Strolling up to the booth with heavy bags under their eyes. They had a cigarette dangling on their lips that would have been already lit if not for a dirty look sent their way by some granny they’d strolled past. Jeanne had remembered to dress up at least, and by dress up, they had stolen their temp roommate’s work uniform of a chef’s jacket and hat. A fake, poofy rat with big eyes (that had clearly seen too much) had been half tucked under the hat for it to count as a costume. Jeanne looked up at the chit chatter who clearly thought himself slick, and in a thick French accent grumbled, “Bad girls? Merde, good. Cause I’m bad at everything.”
Jeanne jerked their head at the other two in what should have been a polite nod but came off more like a challenge, “Let’s do this ça va?”
So now, here they were. Strolling up to the booth with heavy bags under their eyes. They had a cigarette dangling on their lips that would have been already lit if not for a dirty look sent their way by some granny they’d strolled past. Jeanne had remembered to dress up at least, and by dress up, they had stolen their temp roommate’s work uniform of a chef’s jacket and hat. A fake, poofy rat with big eyes (that had clearly seen too much) had been half tucked under the hat for it to count as a costume. Jeanne looked up at the chit chatter who clearly thought himself slick, and in a thick French accent grumbled, “Bad girls? Merde, good. Cause I’m bad at everything.”
Jeanne jerked their head at the other two in what should have been a polite nod but came off more like a challenge, “Let’s do this ça va?”
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Mercy arrived just as the music picked up, the low thrum of bass rippling through the October air. Tonight, she was dressed as a cowgirl for Halloween, and she wore the look with effortless confidence. A soft tan blouse hugged her shoulders beneath a fitted brown vest, the sleeves casually rolled to her elbows. A wide-brimmed hat framed the loose waves of her brunette hair, and a pendant rested just above the faint dip of her neckline. The ensemble struck the perfect balance between rustic and alluring.
Denim shorts and scuffed boots completed the outfit, each step carrying a quiet rhythm that matched the carnival’s pulse. The warm glow of the lights danced across her skin as she lingered for a moment at the edge of the crowd, watching Gandrell and Rayna banter. It felt good to be among laughter again, to let the scent of candied apples and hay drown out the darker parts of her story. When she finally stepped forward, the swing in her hips wasn’t forced. It was freedom rehearsed until it felt natural.
“Well, howdy, boys and girls,” she called, voice smooth and teasing as she leaned one arm against the side of the booth. “Looks like the Kissing Booth’s open for business. Don’t be shy now. One ticket, one kiss. I promise I don’t bite… unless someone insists.”
Her blue eyes sparkled as she adjusted her hat, the corner of her mouth curving into that easy, practiced smile that somehow still managed to look genuine. “Let’s make this carnival one to remember,” she added, glancing toward Gandrell with a wink. “And maybe pour me one of those drinks I’ve been hearing about, cowboy. Gotta keep the lips warm for business, after all.”
With that, she took her spot behind the counter, the cowgirl turned siren of the night, ready to trade fear for fun, one kiss at a time.
Mercy arrived just as the music picked up, the low thrum of bass rippling through the October air. Tonight, she was dressed as a cowgirl for Halloween, and she wore the look with effortless confidence. A soft tan blouse hugged her shoulders beneath a fitted brown vest, the sleeves casually rolled to her elbows. A wide-brimmed hat framed the loose waves of her brunette hair, and a pendant rested just above the faint dip of her neckline. The ensemble struck the perfect balance between rustic and alluring.
Denim shorts and scuffed boots completed the outfit, each step carrying a quiet rhythm that matched the carnival’s pulse. The warm glow of the lights danced across her skin as she lingered for a moment at the edge of the crowd, watching Gandrell and Rayna banter. It felt good to be among laughter again, to let the scent of candied apples and hay drown out the darker parts of her story. When she finally stepped forward, the swing in her hips wasn’t forced. It was freedom rehearsed until it felt natural.
“Well, howdy, boys and girls,” she called, voice smooth and teasing as she leaned one arm against the side of the booth. “Looks like the Kissing Booth’s open for business. Don’t be shy now. One ticket, one kiss. I promise I don’t bite… unless someone insists.”
Her blue eyes sparkled as she adjusted her hat, the corner of her mouth curving into that easy, practiced smile that somehow still managed to look genuine. “Let’s make this carnival one to remember,” she added, glancing toward Gandrell with a wink. “And maybe pour me one of those drinks I’ve been hearing about, cowboy. Gotta keep the lips warm for business, after all.”
With that, she took her spot behind the counter, the cowgirl turned siren of the night, ready to trade fear for fun, one kiss at a time.
If there was one thing that Thanasis would never miss out on, it was a chance to get out and cavort with the locals. Get his face out there and a few business cards to the book shop. Didn’t hurt that there were one or two pretty faces lurking around that were in need for a good smooch. He was just being a Good Samaritan for fulfilling a community need after all. One ticket at a time. He looked over to Morgan and gave her a wink, “Any chance you’re gonna be a customer too? Or do I need to saddle up first?”
A wide grin spread across his face, wrinkling the corners of his eyes. Thanasis shook his head letting the tease lie as he looked around the rest of the volunteers. It was clear he’d tried to dress up, as something…he was in jeans and a t-shirt with its text lost underneath a bulletproof vest. He had a bunch of empty leather straps around thick thighs, and a bandana hanging from his neck. Most importantly, was the little green alien stuffy that had been stuffed into the front of a vest. He had tried to go for Area 51 Raider, but it was literally what he had worn to the raid himself. They deserved to know the truth!
“You know, if they told me the volunteers were gonna be…well,” Thanasis trailed off as he leaned onto the booth. His grin deepening as he flicked his gaze from one costume to the next. Taking his time to admire as if he had all the time in the world, “Well I know which side of the booth I would’ve decided to stand on. Too late now I guess. Lucky customers.”
A wide grin spread across his face, wrinkling the corners of his eyes. Thanasis shook his head letting the tease lie as he looked around the rest of the volunteers. It was clear he’d tried to dress up, as something…he was in jeans and a t-shirt with its text lost underneath a bulletproof vest. He had a bunch of empty leather straps around thick thighs, and a bandana hanging from his neck. Most importantly, was the little green alien stuffy that had been stuffed into the front of a vest. He had tried to go for Area 51 Raider, but it was literally what he had worn to the raid himself. They deserved to know the truth!
“You know, if they told me the volunteers were gonna be…well,” Thanasis trailed off as he leaned onto the booth. His grin deepening as he flicked his gaze from one costume to the next. Taking his time to admire as if he had all the time in the world, “Well I know which side of the booth I would’ve decided to stand on. Too late now I guess. Lucky customers.”
Halloween had never really been something he was interested in. He had never gone costume shopping before last year, but his attitude had changed a little. Though, it wasn’t ‘costume’ shopping he did. He asked his friend at a local fire station if he could purchase some real pants and a jacket, along with a helmet. His friend pulled through so Rowdy was going as a sexy firefighter this year. The same dude from last year had contacted him and asked him if he would be willing to return. Rowdy didn’t have to think about this year – he said yes,The kissing booth was easy enough to find – same place as last year. The same Phantom of the Opera guy was already there with music thumping and drinks being served. Talking to the Gandrell was a face he recognized. Rayna had come back! And holy sh-. Jax! Rowdy laughed wholeheartedly when he spotted one of his oldest friends. “Three faces I know and three I don’t.”
He stepped into the booth, removed the fireman’s hat and tossed it into a corner. He then removed the fireman’s coat and tossed it over with the helmet. The pants barely griped his hips, as muscles moved under the skin in beckoning way. “I got a better costume this year,” he said in a playfully self-deprecating way a he went to give hugs to Gandrell, Rayna, and Jax. To the three he didn’t know he offered a hug but also a handshake. “Rowdy. Not just a name, but a warning,” he said with a charming wink.
He noticed drinks being enjoyed and looked over at Gand, “Don’t forget about me when you are handing out the goods.”
Gandrell was pleased all the people he had reached out to had agreed to work the kissing booth this year. He was excited to greet each of them by name as they approached. Rayna being first, same as last year. “Punctual as always my dear,” he purred as he handed her the drink she had so much enjoyed the previous year. He offered her one of his mischievous grins. “The thunder is yours this year. I am just the DJ.”
As he bantered with Rayna, the one he wasn’t completely sure would actually show came sauntering up to the booth. Gandrell eyed him, knowing exactly who he was but never wanted to seem like he knew too much. “Jax, right?” he asked as he tossed the lazy vampire an ice-cold beer. “Plenty more to hold you through the night as long as your bites remain for the ticket holders and not every pretty young thing that walks by.” Gandrell gave Jax a knowing but understanding look.
The next to arrive was the hungover chef. Gandrell was quick to light the cigarette and offer one of his extremely potent mixed drinks to help ease the tension and help everyone enjoy themselves a little faster. “I hope you are not bad at your kissing techniques, mon amie.” He offered her a friendly smile, “If they are, you will surely get lots of practice tonight to improve them.”
Mercy, he knew. They had met briefly but he had the sense to get her number and invite her to the booth. She was alluring and he thought he would draw a crowd. “A drink coming your way, Miss.” It took him a few minutes to mix a new batch of his magical drinks. He served Mercy a fresh drink and smiled warmly, “Thank you for joining us. Get your lip gloss ready. People will start lining up soon.”
Gandrell laughed at Thanasis as he seemed more taken with the female volunteers then with whom he had the potential to kiss tonight. “If you have a ticket, my friend, you don’t have to stay on this side of the booth. But, if you remain back here with us, whose to say romance will not blossom for you as you bond over the experience?”
And the last one – the rebel. He lifted one of his eyebrows as he spotted Rowdy joining the table. “Did you become a stripper since I last saw you, Rowdy?” He offered Rowdy a drink and then made the announcement to the festival at large:
“The Kissing Booth Is Officially Open For Business!”
As he bantered with Rayna, the one he wasn’t completely sure would actually show came sauntering up to the booth. Gandrell eyed him, knowing exactly who he was but never wanted to seem like he knew too much. “Jax, right?” he asked as he tossed the lazy vampire an ice-cold beer. “Plenty more to hold you through the night as long as your bites remain for the ticket holders and not every pretty young thing that walks by.” Gandrell gave Jax a knowing but understanding look.
The next to arrive was the hungover chef. Gandrell was quick to light the cigarette and offer one of his extremely potent mixed drinks to help ease the tension and help everyone enjoy themselves a little faster. “I hope you are not bad at your kissing techniques, mon amie.” He offered her a friendly smile, “If they are, you will surely get lots of practice tonight to improve them.”
Mercy, he knew. They had met briefly but he had the sense to get her number and invite her to the booth. She was alluring and he thought he would draw a crowd. “A drink coming your way, Miss.” It took him a few minutes to mix a new batch of his magical drinks. He served Mercy a fresh drink and smiled warmly, “Thank you for joining us. Get your lip gloss ready. People will start lining up soon.”
Gandrell laughed at Thanasis as he seemed more taken with the female volunteers then with whom he had the potential to kiss tonight. “If you have a ticket, my friend, you don’t have to stay on this side of the booth. But, if you remain back here with us, whose to say romance will not blossom for you as you bond over the experience?”
And the last one – the rebel. He lifted one of his eyebrows as he spotted Rowdy joining the table. “Did you become a stripper since I last saw you, Rowdy?” He offered Rowdy a drink and then made the announcement to the festival at large:
“The Kissing Booth Is Officially Open For Business!”
Mercy took the drink from Gandrell, “Thank you. Always such a gracious host, Gandrell. “ After a beat, ”And thank you for thinking of me for this.” She had wanted to venture out tonight, but would likely have stayed in if Gandrell had not contacted her.
Mercy looked up from where she had been smoothing the edge of a lipstick-stained napkin, her soft blue eyes catching the gleam of lights that played off the bottles behind Gandrell’s setup. The corner of her mouth curled as Thanasis leaned in, his grin daring her to match it. She set her drink down with a quiet clink and turned to face him fully, her hat tilting back just enough to reveal the teasing glint in her gaze.
“That depends,” she said, voice honey warm and touched with mischief. “You planning to charm your way into a kiss, or just advertise your bookshop?”
Her tone carried no bite, just an easy confidence that could make even a dare sound like an invitation. She leaned one elbow on the booth’s counter, her bracelets catching the light as she traced the rim of her glass with a fingertip.
“Saddle up if you think you can keep up, Raider,” she added, the faintest drawl curling around the words. “But I should warn you, I don’t give out mercy just because it’s my name.”
When Rowdy sauntered in with his fireman’s jacket hanging open, she let out a low, amused whistle. “Well now, this booth’s turning into a calendar shoot,” she murmured, laughing softly. “Looking at the beautiful people beside me, I’d say the customers are in for a treat.”
With that, she raised her glass toward Gandrell in a playful toast before setting it aside, her lips glossed and ready. The cowgirl’s smile was pure confidence and charm as she took her post. “Alright! Booth’s open, tickets are waiting, and I’ve got all night. Let’s give this crowd something to talk about.”
Mercy looked up from where she had been smoothing the edge of a lipstick-stained napkin, her soft blue eyes catching the gleam of lights that played off the bottles behind Gandrell’s setup. The corner of her mouth curled as Thanasis leaned in, his grin daring her to match it. She set her drink down with a quiet clink and turned to face him fully, her hat tilting back just enough to reveal the teasing glint in her gaze.
“That depends,” she said, voice honey warm and touched with mischief. “You planning to charm your way into a kiss, or just advertise your bookshop?”
Her tone carried no bite, just an easy confidence that could make even a dare sound like an invitation. She leaned one elbow on the booth’s counter, her bracelets catching the light as she traced the rim of her glass with a fingertip.
“Saddle up if you think you can keep up, Raider,” she added, the faintest drawl curling around the words. “But I should warn you, I don’t give out mercy just because it’s my name.”
When Rowdy sauntered in with his fireman’s jacket hanging open, she let out a low, amused whistle. “Well now, this booth’s turning into a calendar shoot,” she murmured, laughing softly. “Looking at the beautiful people beside me, I’d say the customers are in for a treat.”
With that, she raised her glass toward Gandrell in a playful toast before setting it aside, her lips glossed and ready. The cowgirl’s smile was pure confidence and charm as she took her post. “Alright! Booth’s open, tickets are waiting, and I’ve got all night. Let’s give this crowd something to talk about.”
Taylor had been wandering the fairgrounds for a while, weaving between glowing jack-o’-lanterns and the scent of caramel apples drifting through the air. The laughter and music drifting from the Kissing Booth pulled her in before she even realized where her feet were taking her. When she spotted the firefighter standing near the counter, broad-shouldered and grinning, her pulse did a funny little skip.
She was dressed as Raggedy Anne for Halloween, her red braids bouncing and her bow just slightly crooked from the walk over. The blue dress and striped socks were supposed to be cute, but suddenly she wasn’t so sure…especially when she realized just how handsome the man behind the booth was. Still, she drew in a deep breath, smoothed her apron, and marched up with a grin that was part confidence, part nerves.
“Well, hey there, hero,” she said brightly, holding up her ticket like a peace offering. “I was looking for the popcorn stand but, uh… I guess this’ll do.”
Her laugh came quick and genuine, cheeks coloring as she added, “I mean, it’s for charity, right? Be a shame not to do my civic duty.”
She leaned in a little, the playful sparkle in her eyes belying her flustered tone. “So, um… what’s the procedure here? Do I need to stop, drop, and pucker?”
The words hung between them with a teasing kind of innocence, and she bit her lip, waiting to see whether Rowdy would laugh, flirt back, or make her earn that kiss.
"This outfit is ridiculous Luc. Im a sniper, not some.. some swat girl." Arm in arm with her blonde best friend, they weaved their way through the crowd. Looking at different stands and people's costumes. It was a strange feeling to be out and about in the open. Not wanting to really draw attention to herself. Yet Lucy had but her in such a revealing costume it made her skin crawl.
As they rounded the corner, Lucy let out a squeal that could break glass. Making Sammie raise a brow at what she was excited about. "What had you–" Then she saw it. A kissing booth.
Pale blue eyes widening a bit as she shook her head. Putting a hand up to her best friend. "Hell no. Im not kissing no random man!" But it seemed like it was out of her control as Lucy grabbed a ticket, pressed it to Sammies fake swat vest, and pushed her forward. Giving a small pep talk at how how Sam looked.
Moving to the tatted man with a red cape and fake blood, the ticket in between her fingers. Boredom and annoyance flashing across her face as her head tilted slightly. "So what? I give you this to you, you kiss me, I leave right?" Rolling her eyes as she held the ticket with one hand and fidgeted with the tight shorts with the other.
Jax barked a laugh at Jeanne’s grumbled line, tipping his head her way. “Now that’s my kinda attitude,” He said, flashing her a grin sharp enough to match his fake fangs. Before he could say more, a familiar drawl caught his ear: Rowdy. Jax’s shoulders eased just a fraction, the old tension gone, replaced by friendship and comfort. He lifted his chin in a silent nod, a crooked smile tugging at his mouth. “Look who crawled outta retirement,” He teased under his breath, the sound carrying just enough for Rowdy to catch it.
Then Gandrell’s voice pulled him back, and Jax caught the tossed beer one-handed, the cold bottle hitting his palm with a satisfying thud. “You got a deal,” He commented with an easy grin, popping the cap against the edge of the table. “I’ll keep my bites ticketed, though you’re makin’ it real hard with all this competition.”
As he took a sip, his gaze flicked past Gandrell, and caught Raggedy Ann heading straight for Rowdy. He smirked once, focusing on his beer. Jax had been half-listening to the chatter around the booth when movement caught his eye: dark hair, tactical vest, legs that definitely didn’t belong to anyone on duty tonight. He straightened a little, beer still in hand, the faintest smirk curving his mouth as the woman was practically shoved toward him by her friend.
She stopped in front of him, blue eyes sharp and skeptical, the ticket pinched between her fingers like it offended her. The way she said it — “you kiss me, I leave right?” — almost made him laugh. Instead, he set the bottle down and leaned forward across the booth’s counter, elbows braced, tone dropping to a low rumble that carried just for her. “That’s the general idea,” Jax said, the corner of his mouth tugging up. “But usually, people don’t sound quite so thrilled about it.”
Her fidgeting didn’t escape him, nor did the way she refused to quite meet his eyes. He imagined nerves more than actually not wanting to do it. After all, she had the ticket. Jax tilted his head, gaze flicking from the ticket to her face, then back again. “Tell you what, beautiful.” He murmured, softer now, “You hand me that ticket, and I’ll make sure it’s quick, clean, and completely painless… unless you decide otherwise.”
His grin deepened just enough to make it a challenge as he leaned in a breath closer, waiting and giving her all the room in the world to make the choice.
Then Gandrell’s voice pulled him back, and Jax caught the tossed beer one-handed, the cold bottle hitting his palm with a satisfying thud. “You got a deal,” He commented with an easy grin, popping the cap against the edge of the table. “I’ll keep my bites ticketed, though you’re makin’ it real hard with all this competition.”
As he took a sip, his gaze flicked past Gandrell, and caught Raggedy Ann heading straight for Rowdy. He smirked once, focusing on his beer. Jax had been half-listening to the chatter around the booth when movement caught his eye: dark hair, tactical vest, legs that definitely didn’t belong to anyone on duty tonight. He straightened a little, beer still in hand, the faintest smirk curving his mouth as the woman was practically shoved toward him by her friend.
She stopped in front of him, blue eyes sharp and skeptical, the ticket pinched between her fingers like it offended her. The way she said it — “you kiss me, I leave right?” — almost made him laugh. Instead, he set the bottle down and leaned forward across the booth’s counter, elbows braced, tone dropping to a low rumble that carried just for her. “That’s the general idea,” Jax said, the corner of his mouth tugging up. “But usually, people don’t sound quite so thrilled about it.”
Her fidgeting didn’t escape him, nor did the way she refused to quite meet his eyes. He imagined nerves more than actually not wanting to do it. After all, she had the ticket. Jax tilted his head, gaze flicking from the ticket to her face, then back again. “Tell you what, beautiful.” He murmured, softer now, “You hand me that ticket, and I’ll make sure it’s quick, clean, and completely painless… unless you decide otherwise.”
His grin deepened just enough to make it a challenge as he leaned in a breath closer, waiting and giving her all the room in the world to make the choice.
The way he spoke, it made something within her shiver. With the dogtags hidden under her fake vest and jacket, she handed the ticket over. Almost cautious with it and keeping a wall around herself. Yet she couldn't stop looking at the hunk of a man in front of her. How long had it been since the breakup?
Shaking her head some, she tried her best to force a smile. The corners of her pink and shined lips twitching upward. "Painless? Heh, what is a little pleasure without pain?" With an eyebrow raised, she placed her hands on the booth and leaned forward on the boith. The shine of her dog tags catching the flashing lights around.
"Now, I guess we do this so my friend will happy i am not sulking this Halloween." Her gloved fingers began to drum on the booth as she waited for the kiss. Unsure of how it was going to be. It wasnt like she just kissed any man she saw.
Shaking her head some, she tried her best to force a smile. The corners of her pink and shined lips twitching upward. "Painless? Heh, what is a little pleasure without pain?" With an eyebrow raised, she placed her hands on the booth and leaned forward on the boith. The shine of her dog tags catching the flashing lights around.
"Now, I guess we do this so my friend will happy i am not sulking this Halloween." Her gloved fingers began to drum on the booth as she waited for the kiss. Unsure of how it was going to be. It wasnt like she just kissed any man she saw.
Taylor Adams wrote:
The potent concoction Gandrell had mixed him had just been poured into his mouth and he was fighting to swallow it when the word 'hero' caught his attention. He managed to swallow the brew that burned down his throat and into his belly. It was the kick he needed to start the night right.
Her remark about the popcorn stand being her intended destination had him looking over her shoulder at the vendor who was dishing out kettle corn by the gallons. He dropped the empty opaque plastic cup into the trashcan and started to move towards her. "This will have to do?" His eyebrows raised and his tone teasing.
He stopped just before his exposed belly brushed the edge of the booth - the thin piece of plywood separating the volunteers from the eager ticket holders. He looked at the ticket she held out. He was tempted to mess with her a little - banter back. But he knew his banter could be harsh, so he went with flirty instead. "If you decide to give that ticket to me rather than waste it on a catalyst for saturated fats and processed sugars I can almost guarantee you that you will stop, wanna drop, and far more than pucker."
He gave her a mischievous and challenging smile as he leaned in and brushed the side of her nose with his. The kiss was hers, she would have to initiate it and set the pace. Rowdy was game for anything.
Taylor blinked, her heart giving a quick flutter as his breath brushed her skin. The warmth of his drink still lingered faintly in the air between them, spiced and heady like heat and cinnamon. She hadn’t expected him to flirt back quite like that, and for a heartbeat her mind went perfectly still.
Her lips parted, a soft laugh slipping out before she could stop it. “Well,” she said quietly, “that’s one way to promote your booth.”
The teasing glint in his eyes caught her completely, pulling her in before she realized she was moving. She lifted the ticket between them, her fingers brushing his as she placed it into his hand, and the touch sent a spark straight through her. When she looked up again, her smile was gentle, nervous, and sure all at once.
“I don’t know about stopping or dropping,” she murmured, stepping closer, “but I think I’ve already started something.”
Her hand rose to his chest, resting lightly against the warm skin beneath the open jacket. For a breath, she hesitated, eyes flicking to his lips, and then she leaned in. The kiss began soft, uncertain, the kind that tests the waters. But when she felt him respond, the moment deepened. Her fingers curled against him, drawing her closer as the sweetness gave way to a rush of heat that stole her breath and left the crowd’s laughter fading into nothing.
Her lips parted, a soft laugh slipping out before she could stop it. “Well,” she said quietly, “that’s one way to promote your booth.”
The teasing glint in his eyes caught her completely, pulling her in before she realized she was moving. She lifted the ticket between them, her fingers brushing his as she placed it into his hand, and the touch sent a spark straight through her. When she looked up again, her smile was gentle, nervous, and sure all at once.
“I don’t know about stopping or dropping,” she murmured, stepping closer, “but I think I’ve already started something.”
Her hand rose to his chest, resting lightly against the warm skin beneath the open jacket. For a breath, she hesitated, eyes flicking to his lips, and then she leaned in. The kiss began soft, uncertain, the kind that tests the waters. But when she felt him respond, the moment deepened. Her fingers curled against him, drawing her closer as the sweetness gave way to a rush of heat that stole her breath and left the crowd’s laughter fading into nothing.
Jax caught the ticket between two fingers, slow and deliberate, eyes never leaving hers. The way she handed it over, so cautious, and controlled said more than words could. He saw the wall, the hesitation, and underneath it, that flicker of something else. Her quip about pleasure and pain earned a low laugh from him, rough around the edges. “Careful,” He said slowly, charmingly while leaning in a little, “You start talkin’ like that, and a man might think you enjoy trouble.”
The flashing lights caught on the edge of something metallic near her collar, and his sharp senses realized quickly what they were: dog tags. It tugged at him for a reason he couldn’t quite name. The grin softened, just slightly, something warmer flickering in his gaze. “Guess I’ll try to make it worth your friend’s enthusiasm then,” He murmured.
He braced one hand on the booth beside hers, close enough that her perfume mixed with the scent of autumn air and beer. Jax could feel it in the way her breath hitched, hear it in the way her heart beat. She was trying to play it cool, but her pulse gave her away. The ticket still warm from her fingers sat between his, and for a second, he just watched her. The fake confidence, the shine on her lips, the way she leaned forward like she might run or stay. It all made him slow down.
“Yeah,” He said quietly, a smile ghosting across his mouth, “I figured as much.” He reached out, steady but unhurried, his hand brushing her jaw just enough to tilt her chin up. “Relax,”
He murmured, the tone deep but soft at the edges. “You’re safe, sweetheart. Just a kiss for a ticket, remember?”
Then he leaned in, not hard, nor fast. It was just close enough for the scent of sugar and smoke to mix between them before his lips met hers. Warm, steady, confident. A kiss meant to melt a little of that tension, not steal anything from her, as his hand moved up to rest lightly on her face.
The flashing lights caught on the edge of something metallic near her collar, and his sharp senses realized quickly what they were: dog tags. It tugged at him for a reason he couldn’t quite name. The grin softened, just slightly, something warmer flickering in his gaze. “Guess I’ll try to make it worth your friend’s enthusiasm then,” He murmured.
He braced one hand on the booth beside hers, close enough that her perfume mixed with the scent of autumn air and beer. Jax could feel it in the way her breath hitched, hear it in the way her heart beat. She was trying to play it cool, but her pulse gave her away. The ticket still warm from her fingers sat between his, and for a second, he just watched her. The fake confidence, the shine on her lips, the way she leaned forward like she might run or stay. It all made him slow down.
“Yeah,” He said quietly, a smile ghosting across his mouth, “I figured as much.” He reached out, steady but unhurried, his hand brushing her jaw just enough to tilt her chin up. “Relax,”
He murmured, the tone deep but soft at the edges. “You’re safe, sweetheart. Just a kiss for a ticket, remember?”
Then he leaned in, not hard, nor fast. It was just close enough for the scent of sugar and smoke to mix between them before his lips met hers. Warm, steady, confident. A kiss meant to melt a little of that tension, not steal anything from her, as his hand moved up to rest lightly on her face.
A kiss, thats all it was. Hell, she had lost track of the men she had kissed in her past. Yet standing in front of this tatted man dressed as a knock off vampire made her hesitate for a moment. In the background, she could hear Lucy giggling and watching every move. Almost like she was e joking the frustration in Sammie.
"Safe, yeah."That was all that came out till her breath hitched every so slight. His hand coming to her chin, and them jaw. The tension in her shoulders immediately faltered as she subconsciously leaned into his touch. How warm his hands were against her cold skin, a striking contrast but welcoming.
Then, his lips on hers. Eyes widened for a moment before fluttering closed. She let it linger, let her heart flutter for a moment. To forget the world that was all around them. It was all background noise now to her as their lips locked. Hers soft and warm from the chapstick and gloss she decided to wear.
She was the one to break the kiss. Blinking a couple times as she straightened up. "Well, that was something." With a slight chuckle in her chest, a blush warming to her cheeks, she gave the man a nod. "I guess uh... thanks?" Giving a lazy two finger salute before turning on her heels and heading back to her bubbly mess of a friend.
"Safe, yeah."That was all that came out till her breath hitched every so slight. His hand coming to her chin, and them jaw. The tension in her shoulders immediately faltered as she subconsciously leaned into his touch. How warm his hands were against her cold skin, a striking contrast but welcoming.
Then, his lips on hers. Eyes widened for a moment before fluttering closed. She let it linger, let her heart flutter for a moment. To forget the world that was all around them. It was all background noise now to her as their lips locked. Hers soft and warm from the chapstick and gloss she decided to wear.
She was the one to break the kiss. Blinking a couple times as she straightened up. "Well, that was something." With a slight chuckle in her chest, a blush warming to her cheeks, she gave the man a nod. "I guess uh... thanks?" Giving a lazy two finger salute before turning on her heels and heading back to her bubbly mess of a friend.
Taylor Adams wrote:
In reply to Taylor.
First kisses, even the kisses from a stranger with a ticket, held a certain excitement in them. He let her lead them into the kiss. Ever patient, giving her the time she needed to close the small gap between their lips. Rowdy’s eyes were already closed in anticipation – it was creepy when someone’s eyes were open for a kiss. The pressure of her hand on his chest let him know she was leaning in and he parted his lips slightly, ready to receive her.
When their lips met, he didn’t rush or try to coerce a deeper kiss from her – it just kind of happened on its own. Rowdy reacted to her and she to him. Before either of them could stop it, his hand was sliding up the back of her neck and into the red yarn that was acting as her hair. If he had less restraint over himself, he would have pulled it off her, but he didn’t want to ruin her costume.
An innocent kiss rapidly turned into a frenzied passionate that caused Rowdy to step up until he was flushed with the plywood that separated them. His other hand gripped her waist and tried to pull her closer to him. The sounds of the festival faded as well as all the voices around them.
When his brain started to get a little foggy, he slowly pulled out of the kiss. He had forgotten to breathe or who knows how long the kiss might have gone on for. He pulled back and opened his eyes. “I sincerely hope that was better than popcorn.” He smiled then. Smiling wasn’t something Rowdy did often, but when he did it lit his whole face up.
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