you guys im so fucking excited I could cry... i gotta call a bunch of ppl idek who to call next
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Pyrrha doesn't usually pay the dancers at Club Nostradamus much mind, mostly because they're not permanent employees.
They either have contracts, signing them to the club for a certain number of days at a certain number of hours, or they're just hired for a night or two, then they leave to go elsewhere.
That's their business, and she respects that. She's just here to keep them safe.
This new one is...slightly different, though.
"Puff...Haa..."
Pyrrha holds her cigarette between two fingers, tipping her head back as she stares out at the moon. She's taking her smoke break, and using it to think about...Blake.
When the Faunus dancer had shown up at Nostra, Pyrrha was cordial as ever. Faunus weren't a rare sight around the area, and she'd grown up with plenty herself, so she treated Blake the same as everyone else. Customers were a bit rowdier around the black-haired cat Faunus, meaning the heavy redhead had to get a bit more active than normal to subdue them, but she didn't mind that. Under all her heaving, rolly pudge was a lot of muscle, after all, and she liked making sure it got exercise in.
Then she'd seen the woman dance, and Pyrrha's heart was stolen. Her hips moved with expert precision, sending her rear clapping and jiggling in beat with whatever song she was dancing to, and having her gut roll and bounce along with it. Her chest heaved in time with her breaths as she mimed the words to the song, drawing Pyrrha's eyes to them even as she held some horny chick back from charging the stage. But most of all...
"Hfff..."
Pyrrha's cig is done. She tosses it in the trash, slipping her hammy hands back in her pockets and walking back inside. It's near the end of the night, so while there's still some rowdy customers, there's not nearly as many as earlier in the night.
As Pyrrha takes advantage of the lull to grab a drink at the bar though, she still considers that most important thing...
Blake's eyes. Those gold-flecked pupils that bore into Pyrrha's green whenever they make eye contact, as if purposefully trying to draw the redhead's gaze, the captivating shine that's so similar to a cat's...
"GHRK!-"
And the ones staring at her as she approaches the bar. Blake's sitting there. She's sitting at the bar, she's sitting at the bar, she's sitting at the bar, two stools under her fat cat ass, and she's staring at Pyrrha, help help help she can't talk to girls what does she do-
She just stands there, mouth agape as they make eye contact.
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Are people open to doing three-way threads?
I know Tumblr is a platform that is mostly one-on-one based, but I think three rper threads shouldn't be too difficult to manage.
It would be something like A, B & C are doing something together. We pick an order to reply in, for example, A posts starter and @ both B and C, in tags say B goes next. Once an order is established they can just keep going until the situation finishes.
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