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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]

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.]