Wilbur Pickman (wilbur_pickman) wrote in greyhaven, @ 2012-06-04 13:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | location: mystic medicine and supply, pc: clint mason, pc: wilbur pickman |
Who: Wilbur and Clint.
When: Early afternoon.
What: Wilbur needs some advice from Clint. Sexy advice.
Where: Mystic Medicine and Supply.
Rating: Pretty low, just some sex talk, nothing objectionable.
Status: Complete.
It had taken awhile, but he and Nancy were together, and not only that, they’d consummated their togetherness in an altogether satisfying way. Satisfying enough that there was going to be a next time, anyway, which was plenty for Wilbur to go on. He knew he wasn’t any sort of incredible sex demi-god, and he was a little uncomfortably big for his petite girlfriend, but they made it work, and they made it work in a really, really great way. And it could be better. While he probably should’ve been thinking about treating Nancy more like a girlfriend, like maybe getting her flowers or stuffed animals or whatever, instead he spent his idle hours thinking about how to improve their sex life.
He wasn’t about to ask any of the waitresses, not after the whole debacle with Sally and George, but that meant he’d have to use the free internet at the library and... he’d just as soon never go in the library (or near the librarian) ever again, which limited him to people he knew he could talk to about it. Wilbur didn’t think Jack had ever had sex, at least not with girls, so he was out. Drake would be too embarrassing about it and considering how he’d reacted to Nancy and Wilbur during the avatar crisis, probably not especially interested in helping a horrible monster fuck his girlfriend better.
The only person that came to mind was Clint. Clint was a real good guy. He’d patched Wilbur up after a fight more than once, and doing so, helped him avoid going to the hospital and inevitably getting some kind of police report filed. And Clint was sort of in the same situation as him. Sort of. He wasn’t human outside the Haze, and he had a wife, and Wilbur did eventually want to have a kid at some point, so really, it would be crazy not to talk to Clint.
He stepped into Mystic Medicine and immediately sneezed, a big, ear rattling one that he only barely covered with his hand. Man this place smelled so weird. He rubbed his nose and started peering around for the Sasquatch.
“Yo Clint, you in?” he called out. Sometimes he was in back, making potions or whatever the hell it was Clint did in the back room.