Faith Adiana O'Keefe (
moonheart) wrote in
knightsoflegend2014-04-02 09:04 pm
london ♔ well i'm not paralyzed | but i seem to be struck by you

♬ take it off - ke$ha
WHO || Andie, Faith, Jordan, Fiona, Faye, Bo, anyone else! [Closed]
WHAT || Andie's birthday bash! ... with a twist
WHERE || The Silver Band dance club
WHEN || April 1st, after 11pm [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.
Being friends with someone as spontaneous as Faith can have its perks. She's invited the entire under-30 crowd at the castle to come celebrate her friend Andie's 21st birthday at an exclusive dance club called the Silver Band in downtown London.
The club is swirling with colors, as disco balls reflect silvery light that catches on the large quantities of glitter that cover just about every surface. The main dance floors are made of transparent glass, and the club is multi-storied, so that you can choose to dance higher up and see everyone below under your feet. Below the ground floor is a strange black canopy that seems to reflect odd flickering lights, almost like stars. There's a sort of classic opulence to the decor, and hallways branch off here and there to private rooms out of sight. Floating lights bob around the ceiling, that look almost like crystalline balls, except they're light as bubbles and can pop when touched.
Strangely, there are cobwebs in various areas of the club, mostly out of reach, as if it hasn't had occasion to be cleaned in awhile, but there's no traces of grime or dirt anywhere. Faith has a private room procured off one of the halls for the mini-buffet, because how can it be Andie's birthday without food??

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Let's find a place more private, shall we?
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Lead the way. [#priorities.]
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As soon as they arrive, he is back to kissing him for a brief moment before saying a couple saucy words.]
Why don't we take off our clothes and let them dry for a while?
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That sounds like a wonderful idea.[Not that he gives two fucks about their clothing at this point apart from getting it out of the way sooner rather than later. He shrugs out of his jacket and rips off his tie--both of which are tossed carelessly aside before working on the rest.
Hopefully Brantley doesn't mind bottoming because Aedan will be topping this little adventure. And with that, it looks like it's time for baby's first sex roll:
Strength - 15 (here's hoping Brantley likes it a little rough, because he's gettin' one)
Dexterity - 16 (clearly Aedan knows what he's doing okay, even if it has been a while)
Constitution - 13 (so it's been over a year and he could have lasted a little longer w/e)
Wisdom - 9 (apparently Aedan is more concerned about meeting his own needs sry)
Charisma - nat 20 (at least he managed to remain sexy as hell despite being selfish)
Hey, it could have gone a whole lot worse on his end. Especially since they're probably trying to keep off the floor as much as humanly possible (thank you, strength check), because who rolls around naked in a utility room...?]
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Strength 5- He is not used to getting it rough from behind, okay?
Dexterity total 20- Yeah, he is good with his hand and mouth. He is pretty experienced.
Constitution 13- Brantley doesn't last that long either, just about the right time, same as Aedan.
Wisdom 19- He knows what a man needs. Been doing this for a long time.
Charisma 25- Somehow he looks like a porn star while doing this, sexy and hot.
Just after reaching the climax, still wearing nothing, Brantley falls sitting on the floor, feeling a little bit overwhelmed by all the pounding. He looks at Aedan and smiles.] That felt really good. I'd never had it... hard...like that. [Also while they were doing it, Aedan might notice a burn scar covering a quarter of Brantley's back.]
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I'll go ahead and assume that was sufficient payment, then. [Said as he retrieves his pants from where the're draped over the stick of a broom or something.]
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Suit yourself. [He's pulled on his shirt, and is already buttoning it back up.]
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