zhampagne | open RP post!

[Have you ever stared into the bloodshot eyes of a minimum wage server who had clearly just ripped a fat one five minutes before her shift and who clearly would rather be anywhere else but here, right now, taking your order?

Well, you have today. That was about five minutes ago, and unfortunately you aren't lucky enough to have any of the other, nicer blue-haired employees deliver your coffee to you.

The way the drink sloshes a little onto the saucer as she sets it down at your table is truly the cherry on top of the whole experience.]

Enjoy your caramel machi...chino, or whatever.

[From the other side of the table, a petite, blue-skinned tiefling peers at the sticky mess in her saucer. Her brow furrows a little, her spade-tipped tail lashing near the legs of her chair.]

Ummm...you kind of spilled it, a leetle bit.

[She sounds like she comes from somewhere in the Fantasy Soviet Union, her eyes huge and violet and watchful as she stares at the young woman delivering her coffee. After a moment's consideration, she adds:]

I like your hair, though.

Well, you-

[There's the briefest of pauses as she tries to think of something clever or witty, but the compliment has obviously thrown her for a bit of a loop.]

...could have tipped a leetle more.

[Wait, no! You were supposed to say something nice. Chloe visibly cringes at her own remark.]

Sorry, that was bitchy. [Chloe doesn't hear the distinctive cough from somewhere in the distance which is indicative of a write-up in her near future.] You've got cool skin.

[Jester blinks a few times.]

You want more money? [She doesn't seem...awfully perturbed by that, honestly. She just starts jingling around in her coin purse, before retrieving a large silver coin, which she slides across the table toward the barista.]

Is that better? Sorry, we don't have tipping in Nicodranas. [She leans precariously across the table, like she's about to tell a secret in a loud stage whisper.] We just pay people enough money to live and stuff.

[Jester settles back into her seat and pulls her coffee toward her. She asked for extra, extra caramel, naturally.]

Thanks. I was born this color! I think it's pretty great.

Oh! I didn't expect that to work.

[Chloe carefully picks up the coin as if it might grow teeth and bite, then examines it closely. After a moment, she just shrugs and puts it into her apron pocket. It passed the shiny test, all is good.]

I'd say blue hair is hella common these days, but definitely not blue skin, so you're kinda winning in the uniqueness department around here. [She pauses for a sec.] Thanks, by the way, for the coin. I'm sure I can figure out how much it's worth when the next ren fair is in town.

(( me, a sucker for post-campaign polynein vibes: ))

[ Just as Veth had warned, year three of Wildemount Wildlings is the biggest yet. There are 39 campers this summer, up by nearly a dozen from last year. During the day, when Caleb is one of four adults--Veth has tapped him, Jester, and Yasha to be her on-site helpers this season--trying to fascilitate camp activities for nearly forty children between the ages of eleven and seventeen with either exceptional stealth or minor magical talent, he really wishes Veth would have used the Gentleman's charitable donations to hire a few more counselors instead of buying supplies for that fluffernutter demo she has planned. At night, though, he doesn't mind at all. There are three staff cabins: one is for Veth, Yeza, and Luc, and Jester and Yasha have been sharing the second, which means that the third is all his.

Sitting on the front step of his little cabin, he looks up at the clear night sky and listens to the sound of the waves hitting the beach further down the hill. A light coastal breeze, pleasantly cool in the humid summer heat, ruffles his hair and the loose linen shirt he wears. Lights-out for the campers was an hour ago, so he's enjoying the quiet while he can. Despite the stress and chaos, he likes coming to camp. He likes spending time with his friends, he likes teaching the kids, and he likes getting out of Rexxentrum for a while. He has a good life there three years in; a cozy little home in the Tangles that he sometimes gets to share with a cherished partner, two demanding cats, a job that matters to him, and his continuing work with Beauregard. He sees all of the people he loves most at least once a month--more, if he can spare a teleport. But being at camp reminds him of the old days, and that is something he never wants to let go of completely.

The door of the cabin next to his swings open and closed quietly as a figure slips out. He may not have darkvision, but there's no mistaking Jester's silhouette. He thinks she may have her sketchbook under one arm. He doesn't think she's noticed him, which means he gets to surprise her for a change. If Jester is bothering to be stealthy, it means Yasha is probably asleep already, so he keeps his voice pitched low. ]

Sneaking out after lights-out, Lavorre?

[ He attempts what has been deemed by several sources his stern professor voice, but he can hear how his smile ruins the effect. ]

What kind of example does that set for our campers?

Edward likes to be woken up by sunlight, which tends to result in him rising before Stede, usually fixing them breakfast while his boyfriend is still asleep, eyes covered by his little sleep mask. This morning, however, he doesn't make his way out of the bed, half-hard and aching for attention from the other man that just can't seem to wait.

“Stede…” he whines softly, pressing backwards into him where he's spooned against him in bed. “You awake, babe?” he asks in full stage whisper, wiggling his ass against Stede's groin.

[Working at Veth's summer camp has been the highlight of Jester's year for three years running, now. She adores working with the kids, teaching them all kinds of adventuring skills, and to do it alongside some of her friends is just the cherry on top of her triple-decker hot fudge sundae. (Extra sprinkles.)

There never seem to be enough hours in the day, though, to do all the little things she loves that have become habit over the years. In the early evenings, she tallies up her remaining spell slots and uses a few of them to cast Sending, speaking to her mama and to Fjord and sending along messages to Beau from Yasha. Then, usually once Yasha has fallen asleep and is snoring soundly in her bunk, she spends the rest of the evening reading, or writing about the day's events, or drawing in her sketchbook.

Like tonight; she'd caught a glimpse of the moon through her cabin window and, finding it huge and bright, decided to slip out and do some moonlit sketches of the scenery surrounding the camp. The way the trees gradually open to reveal the sea has always tugged at her heartstrings as a lifelong admirer of Nicodranas' stunning scenery, and even now— after all the sightseeing and adventure anyone could ever want— it still pulls her in.

Bundled up in a striped cardigan over her usual flouncy pajama set and hugging her well-loved sketchbook to her chest, Jester is moving stealthily over the cool grass when a soft, all-too-familiar voice floats across the lawn and stops her in her tracks. Her tail juts straight out for a moment, betraying her surprise as she whips her head toward the sound of Caleb's voice.

A stern voice indeed, but she can see his smile clear as day, and she redirects her stealthing in his direction until only a couple of feet separate the two.]

It was only a little sneaking out! [It's more a stage whisper than a murmur, but she's trying.] I was going to draw the view from the hilltop. The moon is so big and bright tonight!

Stede's always been a heavy sleeper; even now, in the little inn by the sea and without the sea to rock him gently while he slumbers, he sleeps like a rock, the heavy velvet of his sleep mask ensuring he goes uninterrupted by the sun's pesky rays. He loves waking up next to Ed, but usually he wakes up to an already-up-and-at-em Ed, bringing him a tray of whatever haphazard breakfast delights he's chosen to pile onto it. Waking up to sleepy, warm, still-in-bed Ed is a rare treat.

And when still-in-bed Ed is wriggling his ass into Stede's morning wood and whining his name? Now that's quite a nice way to wake up. Stede makes a soft sound through his nose, a sudden change in his breathing signaling that he's been drawn from his slumber to the edge of being awake. He buries his face into the back of Ed's neck, a bit of drool sticking a stray silver curl to the side of his cheek.

"Mmmph," he groans, his hips rolling lazily forward to press his erection more firmly into the cleft of Ed's ass. That wiggling seems to. be all the encouragement he needed.

Edward's still admittedly a bit hazy himself, his eyes sleep-crusted and heavy, muscles lazy, breathing slow. When he feels Stede's erection pressing hard against him, he gasps with a rather ragged breath, eyes fluttering under heavy eyelids.

"That's it..." he murmurs, squirming again, a hand sliding forward across the mattress to grab a bottle of oil kept on the nightstand.

"Love waking up to your cock against me," his speech a sleepy sort of slurred, he pops open the oil and drizzles it over his fingertips, then reaches back to grasp his lover’s cock and stroke it slick against himself.

It's not uncommon in the least for Stede's nightshirt to ruck itself up around his hips in the night, and the next thing he feels that keeps him from dropping back into a dead sleep is Ed's hand, warm and slick around his prick, which throbs mightily at the sudden attention. He moans open-mouthed, eyes still firmly shut behind his sleep mask, and curls one arm around Ed's chest to grab sleepily at a handful of tit for leverage.

"Love you," he slurs against Ed's neck, his hips rutting slow and lazy as the head of his cock smears lube and pearls of precome into his ass crack.

It's real silver, I promise, [Jester remarks offhandedly as she takes a cautious first sip of her very hot drink. It's delicious, filling her with sugar-capped warmth from head to toe, which is helpful when you're half Water Genasi and naturally run a bit cooler than most folks.]

This is amazing, [she enthuses, setting her cup back down.] You made this?!

As much as Edward adores when Stede takes charge and fucks him within an inch of his life, the slow, lazy moments of love-making hold a special place in his heart. Stede's moans work him up and he strokes a bit quicker, thumb skirting the edge of his cockhead.

Another whimper leaves him as Stede gropes at his chest and murmurs against his neck, his hot breath causing gooseflesh to flood Edward's back.

"Mh, love you too-- want you so bad." he croaks, using his hand to aim Stede's cockhead right up against his rim and tease himself with it, slicking it back and forth against his puckered hole.

I need a second opinion on something.

Is this like a clothes thing or a relationship thing or a doctor thing, because I can help with two of those for sure.

Surgical consult, obviously. You're not scrubbed in yet?

It's a bad decisions thing.

A shudder wracks Stede's body as he feels Ed's thumb brush just under the head of his cock, that sweet whimper he makes singing hot through his blood. He's drawn more firmly to the land of the waking by the sudden pressure of Ed's hole, hot and slick and perfect. Stede sucks in a breath, one bare leg moving to tangle with Ed's and offer him some leverage.

"Darling," he whines. He's still got his eye mask on, and truth be told removing it is the furthest thing from his mind right now. His thoughts are consumed entirely with the hazy pleasure of waking up and having something warm and tight to fuck into.

Ha ha.

Oh, that I can definitely help with. What's up?

Ye- err...

[Her lips thin and she looks a little sheepish as she throws a little look back to the barista on bar behind the counter before looking back at Jester sipping her drink.]

No. They won't let me touch the expresso machine after- uh, that doesn't matter. I'm just the guy who brings them out to people.

Dating exes is a bad idea, right?

Maybe I answered my own question

Definitely a bad idea. 

Doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun with an ex, though.

but where's the line between a little fun and the bad idea?

Feelings, girl. Which is a slippery fucking slope when there’s history there.

Sooooo
Who’s the ex?

Come on. I don't have that many of them.

So it is Foxy boy. 

He sliding back into your DMs?

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