Dimitri Watts (deadkidslol) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-01-10 13:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! backstory, - capitol, escort: missy tae, victor: 23rd dimitri watts |
Who: Dimitri Watts and Missy Tae.
What: Hanging out, basically. Dim is an ass. Fun times.
Where: Missy's apartment, the Capitol.
When: During the 55th games.
Status: Log, complete. Prompt: Playful.
He was hovering close to her - too close. That was the point. It wasn't like he wanted her to win. Capitol Jenga was a serious, serious thing and half of the game was psychological warfare - or, well, at least it was when Dim played it. The tower of rectangular blocks balanced precariously and it was Missy's turn to remove one without making the whole thing collapse. It was Dim's turn to try and make it happen. She was trying to ease a block out and, worried that she'd manage it despite his intentionally unsettling closeness, he decided it was time to enact a little verbal sabotage. "Just kick it over, why don'tcha?! Are you even trying?!" he shouted loudly right next to her head. Sure enough, he ruined Missy's attempt at a steady hand and the tower came undone, rectangular blocks spilling all over the coffee table. Dimitri's voice emitted a variety of insults and taunts from every fallen block - "Nice Parkinsons!" "Go home!" "Pussy!" Capitol Jenga came with taunts included but this was Dimitri's from home and he took full advantage of the option to record his own. Dimitri laughed loudly over every one of the recordings, ruffling Missy's hair with his hand when he straightened up, willing to give her her personal space now that his win was secure. He leaned back against the couch, taking his hand from her head and resting his arm cockily across the back of her couch. "Loser picks it up, loser," he gave her a shit-eating grin and waggled his eyebrows. Jenga. She loathed this game. Missy had never been good at it. Maybe it had something to do with this whole sitting still and focusing thing. It was even worse when someone named Dim was next to her breathing on her and talking at her. She wanted to scream at him, or you know push him over and slap him. Then there he was shouting right next her head. That was it. It caused her hand to jerk forward and hit the jenga. It was over, she had lost. Again. “NO.” Missy balled up her fists and shook them at him. “Damn you, you, gah.” She flailed her fists at him some more. Which was probably the worst attempt at appearing threatening. “You are the worst winner.” Missy jumped on him. “I’m not picking it up.” She mushed her hand over his face in an attempt to annoy him. “You do it. Or I lick you.” Her hand was on his face and then she mentioned the word 'lick'. Oh boy. Bad idea. Inspired, he seized her hand and held it in place, licking her palm and taking great care to salivate all over it as much as possible. The transference of saliva to his face sort of grossed him out and so he let go of her hand, wiping his forearm across his face with a chuckle. Dimitri looked exceedingly pleased with himself and he reached behind him to snatch a pair of gaudy, oversized sunglasses he'd noticed earlier from the endtable. Dramatically, he slipped them onto his face. "I'm a Victor, baby, I pick up nothin' but the ladies." |