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FUCK, MARRY, KILL

welcome to GAME NIGHT at DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES. the game on the docket? FUCK, MARRY, KILL. the rules are simple: roll the game picker wheel three times or just pick three as you'd like, dropping the names in your header comment — icly we'll say they picked they names out of a hat. people respond, comment around, get into fist fights, kiss a little? thread hop and react as you see fit!
(meme threads can be considered canon!)

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[molloys]

[corry laughs, the sound looser, more relaxed after several old-fashioneds, flashing a grin up at bob.] You think I'm not immediately retiring now that you've made an honest man of me? I'm leaving the rat race and becoming a trophy husband, thank you very much.

[a beat, then corry drums his fingers lightly on the back of the booth, flicking his eyes to the seat beside him.] You headin' out or planning to stay a while?

[no wrong answer; bob has a life, has people here, and corry’s an unknown entity for most. being seen leaving the auction hall is a little more plausibly deniable than canoodling in a booth, after all -- if bob doesn't want questions, corry will remain a perfect gentleman in public. he already has a behind-closed-doors guarantee, after all.]

[sensive]

Hope you got money saved, because I have negative dollars in my bank account and the promise of a government salary, if I’m of service to American interests when the aliens invade.

[ which seems debatable, at this stage of his super-training. he sways little on the spot, following the pull of corry’s gaze before sliding in beside him. near enough to touch but not quite committing to it. instead, he tugs at the collar of his burgundy knit. ducks his head. ]

[ voice low enough that only corry (and the supernaturally enhanced) can hear it, ] I don’t really like the game. [ when a lot of people are taking it seriously — personally. maybe it’s impossible not to. ] But I’ll probably stay. A bit. Keep an eye on things.

[ to watch embry, to watch ani; separate tasks that intersect unpleasantly. ]

[molloys]

Oh, so I’m a trophy husband and a sugar daddy? [corry whistles low, shaking his head in amazement.] I really can do it all, huh?

Y’know, I always wondered what the contingency plan was for friendly aliens. [bob sits beside him and corry keeps his outstretched arms where they are, spread along the back of the booth, close enough that the shy, fidgety movements have the loose, silky ends of a couple curls brushing just against the inside of one wrist. corry huffs out a laugh, turns his hand just slightly, just so the next head-duck, the next sway has the side of his thumb brushing against the back of bob’s neck.] Or sexy ones.

[then, glancing around the room, he nods, settles his hand, the warmth of his body enough to feel (perhaps even more so, enhanced senses and all) but not touching, not yet.] Given me a decent crash course in who’s who. But I’m a terrible participant, being as I know maybe…four people here.

[a laugh, soft, rumbling:] Part of me wants to know what the story is for some people, and another thinks I’m better off not knowing. [his eyes cut towards embry, ani, hawk, a few other clusters of people.] Minding my own business might be a fun new thing to try.

[sensive]

Uh-huh. [ the relentless horny optimism does astound. ] Probably the same plan they have for friendly, sexy citizens.

[ pointing at himself, and that’s on government experimentation. bob laughs a little. shifts with that hand at his neck, leaning toward, not away. one of these is significantly easier than the others to explain — and yet he only tightens up when it’s embry. mumbles a fucking asshole at saber and his tiger. gets in a two-fingered cranking gesture re: homelander. a shrug, at any of notable participants in vampire drama. ]

You took Tim home the night after you got me, right? You’re caught in the least open [ finger quotes. ] “open relationship” crossfire until one of ‘em decides it’s not hot to be jealous anymore. [ aha. ] Not sure sounding like you’re gonna cry will work, from your angle of approach. Or with your whole. [ a little smile. ] Your thing.

[ smug horndog won’t sell kicked puppy so good. ]

The other stuff — ten times more loaded. I recommended not knowing and not picking a side while you still can.

[ as the current middle of the road mvp, having been run over by embry, backed over by ani, and run over by embry again on the next lap, just to be sure he fuckin’ felt it. ]