Patience Kowalski (times_bitch) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2011-02-12 00:08:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice II |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | pat mcconnell, patience kowalski |
Turning Him On By Breathing
Who: Pat and Patience
Where: Avarice II
When: Thursday Night, Feb. 10th
Patience swung her legs from the bar stool as she waited for Pat to put in his bloody drink order already. She was ready for him to get his drink on so that she could drag him onto the dance floor and boogie down. Of course, Pat needed like, eight hundred drinks in him before he'd jump on the dance floor with her. "Come on, Patty! Let's get some alcohol in you so we can dance already!"
"Jesus CHRIST!" Pat laughed, finally being given his Jaeger, and taking a few sips before placing his hands on her thighs. "Don't you think I imbibed enough booze in the last few weeks BEFORE I found you?"
She just laughed. "That just means that now you have a high tolerance for the shit now," she pointed out. "Not like you can pickle your liver in the span of a few weeks. You've still got some of it left!"
"You are a horrible, rotten influence, Patience. I mean that." He said, trying his best not to laugh, before taking a few more sips of the drink. "And here I thought JACK would be the one trying to get me to drink."
"Well, I have ulterior motives that don't include trying to get you to sleep with anything that moves and haves a vagina," she pointed out. "I just want to dance with you."
"Well..." He pretended to have to think about it, before grinning. "Somehow I think I can force myself to get out there sober. Especially if it means watching THAT gorgeous little body slitherin' around."
"That would certainly be nice," Patience said with a smirk. "Of course, you and I both know that, while you may be willing to watch me dance, you probably won't dance with me, will you?"
"I'll do what for me PASSES for dancing. Which is basically me holding you and swaying slightly from side to side." He said with a little snicker, admitting he has all the rhythm of a drunken rhino.
She rolled her eyes. "GOD we've got to get you some dance lessons or something." How can you be a musician without a sense of rhythm? How did that even happen?
"Hey... I got rhythm where it counts..." He grinned, smacking her playfully on the side of the ass. "Like in bed..."
She giggled. "Yeah, guess you got me there," she pointed out. "Still, wouldn't mind seeing some of that out on the dance floor as well."
"We'll see what we can do. Besides... with legs like those, even if I could dance like MJ I'd be too distracted to do much with it..." Annnnnd he mighta had a point there, huh?
She simply shrugged at that. "I SUPPOSE you have a point. I really DO have great legs." She lifted up one of them slightly as if to show them off in the mini-skirt that she was wearing.
"Holy SHIT." He blurted out, looking at that leg. "I... suddenly find myself unable to do anything. Mostly because walking would NOT be comfortable right now if you get my meaning."
Patience just smirked. "At least I'll always know how to get you completely going, huh?" she asked playfully. "I guess I'll give you time to calm down them before making you make an ass of yourself out on the dance floor."
"All you have to do, pretty much, is be YOURSELF to get me going...: He admitted, almost blushing there. "I can't help it.. you'll always be the sexiest woman on earth to me."
Patience just laughed. "Yeah, of course being me means that I can turn you on by just existing, but that doesn't mean that I don't occasionally enjoy turning you on horribly by doing other sexy things."
"Well, obviously. As I said, you ARE a horrible influence." He said as if this was some well-known fact.
She just smirked at him. "So, until you can stand straight and not accidentally poke the eyes out of short people, what are we going to do?" she asked him.
"...kinda thinking I wanna go home and screw until we're bruised and exhausted." He said with an awestruck blink.
"Why go home when we have a perfectly good bathroom stall right through there?" she asked, pointing to the area where the bathrooms were. "That way, afterward, I still get to dance."
"One-track mind..." He teased, as if he wasn't JUST as bad. "Fine, fine... lead the way?"
She snorted. "Yeah, like I'm the only one here," she said, grabbing him by the hand and all but dragging him to one of the bathrooms.