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[rudeandginger]

For anyone who needed me-





I'LL BE AT THE BAR











[ooc: Turlough maybe be starting to become a familiar freckly face at the shadier bars in town, above ground and under. Please do come find him/judge his life choices.]

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[rudeandginger]

You looked like someone walked over your grave for a minute. I didn't come here to hang out with miserable sods, you know.

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[minigolfandsushi]

[Peter ignores the jibe about his feelings. Bitch don't talk about his feelings.]

Came here to get fucked then?

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[rudeandginger]

[Turlough downs the rest of his drink before he turns around, giving Peter an obvious once-over.]

It's certainly possible. Why, is that an offer?

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[minigolfandsushi]

Mostly a statement of fact. People go to bars for two reasons: to be miserable or to get fucked.

[Peter leans waaaaaaaaaaaaay into Turlough's personal space and checks him out.]

But if you're game...

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[rudeandginger]

[Oh please. Invading personal space is his specialty.]

It's a rare occasion when I'm not game.

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[minigolfandsushi]

That so.

Well then. [He quickly downs the entirety of his new drink.] How do you like to play this game, eh?

[eyebrow waggle]

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[rudeandginger]

There's a loo behind the dance area. Or the booths have curtains.

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[minigolfandsushi]

Kinky. Let's go with a booth.

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[rudeandginger]

Alright.

[Turlough downs the rest of his drink and strolls casually over to the nearest booth.]

You know you look a lot like a friend of mine.

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[minigolfandsushi]

You're friends with the Doctor?

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[rudeandginger]

I traveled with him. Another version of him.

[He loosens his tie a fraction and slides into one of the velvet-lined booths near the back wall. They have something better to do than talk about old friends, don't they?]

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[minigolfandsushi]

Oh good. For a second I thought this was gonna get awkward.

[Small talk, sweet talk, who cares? He reaches out to rub Turlough's crotch.]

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[rudeandginger]

[Oh, excellent. He likes forward. Turlough clambers onto his lap, using more strength than his skinny frame would suggest to pin his shoulders back against the booth wall.]

I don't do awkward.

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[minigolfandsushi]

[Peter arches an eyebrow.]

Sex in a bar booth doesn't count as awkward?

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[rudeandginger]

It's not awkward for me.

[He grinds down into his lap a little more.]

And it doesn't feel like it is for you either.

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[minigolfandsushi]

[Peter lets a happy little groan and grabs Turlough's non-existent hips.]

Good point.

[That said, he leans forward to nibble on Turlough's collarbone.]