MacSkyever (skyecooper) wrote in letscruise, @ 2008-09-26 22:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | skye cooper, tyler bourdain |
Who: Skye and Tyler
What: A... not so typical game of Candyland [Hopefully this is okay, Erin?]
Where: His room
When: Backdated to September 23rd
Warnings: S for stripping?
Skye was never one to really think things through incredibly often. Not that what she was about to be doing with Tyler, an innocent enough game of Strip Candyland, was really a bad thing unless you cared what people thought about you. But, that would require Skye to actually care what other people thought about her, which she didn't. Plus, it would be fun! Surely people who weren't complete prudes would think so. And where this was going to lead? Skye had a bit of an idea, but hey. If that's what happened, that's what happened. Tyler was an incredibly attractive guy. And he knew how to have fun. She hadn't decided yet if she wanted to play just a tiny bit harder to get once things got to... that point, or not. She was just going to fly by the seat of her pants tonight.
She got off of work at 9, when she said she would, but she quickly realized that she was going to be late. Because she needed to change. She was in a dress. That was not good attire for Strip Anything, let alone Strip Candyland. Two articles of clothing and she was undressed! Not fair! Unless they were going to be counting shoes, which made her realize that they were going to have to lay out some ground rules before they played, so they knew how this game was going to go. But for the time being, she changed into short shorts (to show off her legs), and a tank top. One that she still needed to wear a bra under. Hey, she wasn't going to let him have all the fun! She had to have equal oppurtunity! She had a feeling they were both going to get down to next to nothing anyway, though, so... maybe it didn't matter?
She grabbed the game off of her bed that she had borrowed from a coworker, and gave herself a quick look over in the mirror. When she felt satisfied with how she looked, she glanced at the time. 9:10. She shrugged to herself. Better late than never. She left her cabin and walked down the hallway to his room. She held the game under her arm and against her hip and rapped on the door. She used her free arm and used it to lean against the door frame as she waited for him to answer. When she heard the door open, she gave him a little smirk. "Hey there, Lord Licorice." She said silkily.