snowbunnygunner:

Okay, I won’t lie, I mainly forgot that you were doing this, but I know I ordered the Llords. How did the revised one work out? It better be good, because I saved a space for it on the menu. Also, it needs a better name than “Chocolate Infused Old Fashioned”. Get on it, Miller. Something spring-y, peppy….That being said, if you call it the Bunny Hop, I’ll kill you and make it look like an accident.

It’s cool. I recruited your fixer upper to be another set of eyes when you’re in the weeds. Between the two of you, things should be fine.

You forgot about one of my projects? Shocking, except not even a little bit. It’s really fucking good; totally smooth and not heavy at all - you could down like three of them in a sitting, as opposed to the first one which was definitely a one-and-done dessert type deal. I mean, I was going to call it a Chocolate Factory (get it, because like “Charlie and the ...”) but if you want springier I can take that back to the drawing board.

I’m going to say this and I need zero additional commentary from you other than the answer to the question itself: Which fixer-upper?

caleb-roman:

PM: Sorry.. I’m not that much of a movie buff. What’s it about? I’ve never even heard of it.

No, don’t say that. I know I shouldn’t be taking my moods out on anyone. It’s “counterproductive”, after all. 

Somewhere like where?

[PM]: Okay, so it’s this totally camp 80s movie about this high school run by a trio of awful mean-girl types, all named Heather, and they kind of adopt this outcast named Veronica and make her popular, but she’s like an angsty-cool chick who meets this new loner kid named JD, who ends up killing like the main Heather so then Veronica takes over, and other people die, and JD wants to like destroy the school and Veronica has to stop him and it’s a whole thing. It’s really good. That’ll be our next movie night.

Pick a number between 20 and 50.

westleyreid:

I should make a website? I’ve just hung paper advertisements around town and since I am the only vet here, except for one a few towns over I never thought about it.

Oh, I mean - yeah, I just assumed everyone had a website these days. Do you work out of your home? It might legitimize you a little bit; I don’t have any pets, but if I did, I think I’d be wary of taking them to some guy on a flyer, you know what I mean?

westleyreid:

Right. I should maybe advertise to call before bringing such large animals into the building.

You’d think people who know enough about cows to, y’know, own them ... would have the common sense to call ahead before just loading up their heifers, but maybe throwing it up on your website isn’t the worst idea. Just be like, “If your animal appears in the song ‘Old McDonald,’ please give us a ring.”

Every day is a normal day until it’s not, right?

I thought today was going to be a normal day and then someone brought a cow into my facility. I didn’t have a room that was big enough even.

leeahness:

I dunno if cats allowed to buy those. Plus, no wallet or money available to me. All taken care of by mom and Pines. Is ok, I have my paw and imagination.

I think if met nice girl caregiver, could be sub for. Might be bad since practice Mormonism, but very loosely. I think Father would want us all to be cared for like he cares for us.

Sir would pretend sometimes to be bigger creature when not Master. Usually wolf or dog-like. I like both. Uh… not sure if date actual furry mate. Not even cat. No judge if someone does!

Out of curiosity and for no specific reason at all, did they ever say you explicitly couldn’t have one?

No, sweets, I know; I meant as a pet. A real pet, not a play ... pet. I didn’t know if a play-cat would want to own a real-dog. I don’t know if being high is helping or hurting this conversation.

caleb-roman:

PM: Nothing.. Karen?

Seriously, nothing- sorry. It’s just a bad day. I feel like shit. But I shouldn’t take that out on you.. sorry.

[PM]: Heathers, it’s a - it’s like a huge cult classic camp movie, are you serious?

You can take it out on me, I was just curious as to whether it was something I could help with beyond being a punching bag - want to disappear somewhere for a few hours?

caleb-roman:

No.

But thanks.

[PM]: Hey. What’s your damage, Heather?

The usual, or is today extra shitty for some reason?

caleb-roman:

Mm. Maybe you just need to work on raising your standards a bit.

Ha, there’s a ton that gets scrolled past, trust me. You’re sexy. Life’s tough. You’re gonna have to deal.

I just have more important things to be doing than to be zoning out on hot boys on my phone, but here we are. Nicely done, Roman.

@lexi-miller-xo replied to your photo:

nope, put it away. i don’t have time for this right now.

.. ruined your lunch, did I?

Sorry.

To say Lexi was a regular at SteelToe wasn’t entirely accurate; for one thing, she was most likely working on the evenings most people considered going out, and for another, she’d really only been in there maybe once or twice a month since she’d reached Level 4 the previous summer. She’d been taken by a group of her friends, really just to celebrate the fact that she could now get in to the upper-level establishments in town. The fact that it happened to coincide with her 21st birthday meant she’d ended the night blissed-out in a back room being serviced by a really lovely tourist couple, but her subsequent visits hadn’t been quite so adventurous. Sometimes she went home with someone and sometimes she didn’t, but really, she just liked getting dolled up and being in a club atmosphere without need to bust her ass to get everyone’s drink orders: all of the attention, none of the job responsibilities.

Still, she was certainly a regular in this town and could recognize almost every other local, even from the back; as she approached the bar, she determined she didn’t know the man waiting there, and situated herself on one of the tall, leather chairs before allowing her gaze to flicker over.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, the syllable serving half as a greeting and half as show of her surprise to have recognized him after all. “The poetry guy, right? Timothy?”

@ SteelToe || OPEN

This was not the place you could usually find Thomas. The moment he stepped into the room, he felt out of place. He had never been to a fetish club like this before. Not only because it didn’t exactly meet his Christian values but also because he had never seen the need for it. When he still lived in New York, he had his regular therapy sessions every week. A small part of every session would be focused on helping him with his submission, to make sure that he wouldn’t get withdrawal symptoms. It wasn’t the ideal situation, but it worked. Now he’d moved and he still hadn’t found a psychologist he was comfortable with nor someone he felt comfortable asking for help. 

He’d tried to postpone it as long as he could but his symptoms were slowly getting out of hand. The mental he could usually suppress with his anxiety medication but he was running out. If he wanted to adhere to the schedule he’d set up to try and decrease his doses, he couldn’t use them for those purposes. Besides, his physical symptoms were getting worse too. He headed straight for the bar, not really feeling easy enough to let his eyes wander. He ordered himself a beer and tapped the bar with his fingers. Maybe if he just got really, really drunk, he’d pluck up the courage to go up to someone. 

Or maybe he could just wait until someone came up to him. If someone came up to him. That sounded like a pretty good idea too. 

snowbunnygunner:

So how’d it taste? I’m not going to lie, I didn’t try it. I have a strict “No fruit and chocolate” policy.

Originally posted by xborntobemybabyx

Also, could the smaller (by a very thin margin) half of the “Dream Team” please not end up sticky at the end of the night? I don’t like trying to bathe a sleepy toddler.

It’s solid, I just want to switch out the chocolate liqueur - I think the Godiva stuff is too rich; I left a sticky-note on your desk asking to order in some Llords, but it probably got buried. If I get it right, can it go on the spring menu?

Yeah, my bad. He snagged the chocolate syrup while I was cashing someone out - wetwipes can only do so much. I can genuinely say it’s my goal that neither of us go home sticky, Gunner.

The makeshift kiss was slow and leisurely, maybe a little messy when she got her tongue and teeth involved. Lexi registered his audible responses somewhere in the back of her mind, boxing them away to reexamine at a later time, or maybe not. Similarly to the way the weight of her body was grounding him, the pressure of his tightening grip on her hips felt perfect; secure and safe, as though she was free to lean over the side of a building to feel the sensation of falling as long as he was there to anchor her. There was a movie like that once, with a bridge - or a ship? Her mind danced around that for a while, traveling dangerously close to the track she’d warned Caleb of, the one thought that distracts entirely from everything that’s going on, but then he was tugging her down as he arched up and - oh, oh, she was back. On her end, there wasn’t much fabric to guard against the feel of him moving against her, and a clumsy half-jolt of need tripped into her stomach.

It was not at all her fault that she rolled herself against him just once - maybe twice - to feel it again before she straightened up, shifting her weight so that she was sitting back and disengaged, as much as could be achieved while straddling his lap with his large hands pressing her against his waist.

“So, yeah, it’s like that but on your mouth,” Lexi concluded, affectively summarizing her experiment. Task completed, she was free to wiggle off of him now, save for his insistent hold, but she could already predict how cold and alone she would feel the moment they separated, even if they were together, on the same couch, watching movies. She wanted it to be like this.

“W-we’re both kind of fucked up,” she murmured, dropping her eyes from his. That turned out to be a mistake, because now she could take in what it looked like to have her essentially bare thighs wrapped around Caleb Roman. “You didn’t want ... I promised I wouldn’t push anything.” Granted, when she’d said that, she had been agreeing not to invite over a harem of pretty acquaintances for Caleb to shop through until he decided to get his dick wet, but she didn’t know if this situation could be considered better or worse.

You’re a Cinema | CaLexi, 001.

leeahness:

Oh- Haven’t had vibrator in long time. Never been with girl either.

Maybe find girlfriend. Or dog!

Oh, my God, Leah - get a vibrator. Girls are fun. I don’t know that I could date one? But I can definitely sleep with them, so ... I - I don’t know where I was going with that.

When you say “dog,” do you mean like an actual dog, or a person who’s being a dog? Do you get along with either of those?

xandervolk:

That’s because you’re a bully.. Your kind never loses interest as long as us little guys try to fight back. Oh, I never go into he locker room at work. It’s too much for my constitution. The guys in there talk about bad things and I’m afraid I’ll faint. Sometimes they even get naked.

Oh well, that’s okay. Just make sure you let her know how much I’m lusting after her. And tell her I’ve never been to Albuquerque - she’ll know what it means.

I guess I can still stop by for a little while though.

Me? I’m a sweetheart - I’m also 5′3, so I am the little guy. Gee, that makes two of us who’ve never been naked in the locker room of the Hunter’s Ridge Police Department.

I hope you’re not joking, because you’re about to have a very bubbly, very blonde tag chaser on your ass for a while. Life could be worse, I guess. Don’t put yourself out. I’m here either way.

mr-landon-m-r:

“I would not have guessed that water was involved, at all,” he admitted, laughing as she ran ahead of him as he joked about pinching her. Making his way through the few people between them, he shrugged. “I do not have that many people that I would consider worth talking about in a negative way, and I would rather just pretend that most of them do not exist.”

He trailed off as they got in the line for hot chocolate, listening as Lexi explained her relationship with her brother. It was odd to him, but without anything to compare it to, he had no way of knowing if it actually was strange. “So…who is the net for you? Surely someone who has so much on her shoulders has her own support system in place.”

“I didn’t either until I was covered in graham-cracker crumbs and googling ‘water bath cheesecake’ because I didn’t read the recipe all the way through and had no idea what the hell it was taking about.”

The couple in front of them must have sensed their arrival, both throwing curious but friendly looks over their shoulder. Lexi gave a discreet smile to the man, a regular from the club. He was clearly with his wife, so she wouldn’t ruin his cocoa-escapade by giving her any reason to berate him with “How do you know her?” interrogations. It wasn’t infrequent, seeing people around town she considered herself to be close with, but unable to give too effusive a greeting for fear of outing them as a common patron of the club. It was like HIPPA for strip joint bartenders.

“No,” Lexi replied easily, tone light and unfazed. “Occasionally someone will try to be, but either I look down and realize their full of holes or they see me walk the tightrope so well that they assume they’re unneeded. I very rarely fall.”

Story Time | Landon/Lexi

xandervolk:

Ouch ouch ouch. The punches just keep on coming. My ego’s going to be black and blue by the time you lose interest and move on to beating up somebody else. Oh, so I should lie? If you say so.. Now let me tell you the story of how I won three Purple Hearts..

I’d point out how bitter that sounds, but my ego’s already so fragile and it couldn’t survive the retaliation. So I’ll just saw ‘aw.’

Molly actually sounds familiar, I’m pretty sure that was her name. Oh good, I love saving a little time. I don’t know, I haven’t made up my mind yet. Will Mol be there?

Your ego wasn’t much to contend with to start with if you already think I’m going to lose interest; give yourself some credit, I’m plenty interested. You’d think a three-time Purple Heart recipient would be able to withstand a little harmless banter. I’m sure I’m nothing compared to the locker room talk at the station.

Just me tonight, sorry - we don’t normally double-up until Thursdays. I can let her know the rookie was asking for her though, she’ll lose her shit.