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Honey Skye Griffin ([info]queen_of_gods) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-10-11 11:15:00

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Entry tags:hera, inari

Who: Lukas and Honey
When: Afternoon
Why: Honey is anxious of course
Where: Starting at Lukas place
Warnings: This thread could go ANYWHERE. So R to start.




This was not the time for a shave and a hair cut…two bits type knock. This was grounds for a fist pounding, blonde bitch, I will take out your eye with my high heels type knock. She couldn’t say why or even understand what compelled her to think that her husband was shacked up here with…what’s his name. She just felt like she should come down from her tower and make sure.

Oh. That’s right. He hadn’t answered her when he had “innocently” asked if Vince was missing and she had asked who the fuck he was. Maybe he had cut him up into bits. Maybe they were butt fucking in the bathtub. She wouldn’t put it past Vince. He was always on the lookout for fuckable holes. Anything he could stick his dick in was good enough for him. He’d probably rape road kill if it had a gaping hole just the right size. Peanut size that is.

“I know you are in there!” she bluffed. She didn’t know at all actually. All she knew was that she was worried and that made her mean. If she got to take it out on someone she didn’t know then what was to stop her.



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[info]vulpin
2010-10-17 10:36 pm UTC (link)
Is sign language spelling everything?

He shook his head in an off-hand dismissal, invoking the spirit of cowboys or pirates. Nah, ma'am, nah. For example, he pointed to her, and then gestured the sign for her name; which equated to the tap of a finger on the outskirt of his mouth, and then a touch beneath his lips. Honey.

Reaching out, without asking or even hinting that it was his intention, Lukas did the same gesture to her. The edge of her painted mouth, then just beneath her lips. Honey.

Retracting, there was a brief crosswalk glance down either side of the street that showed no heavy traffic, and Lukas pried the Soco bottle from the gashed zipper bisecting his chest with a wink. Com'on, nobody was watching.

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-10-17 11:01 pm UTC (link)
Eyelashes fluttered as her chin made an attempt to dodge whatever sort of touch he was attempting to make. Honey wasn't used to demonstrative gestures from many and the ice queen was not practiced in the art of casual contact.

Her academic side kicked in when she found that he was merely demonstrating and when she realized this she started mastersigning. First her name and then his, six times in fact, to commit it to memory.

"Oh?" She trusted him to be the master of public drinking and did not questions the safety of their crimincal activity. "Oh alright..." Her hand was shook, as of he was going to hand her a dripping candle. When it was in her grasp she took a steadying breath, the top was removed and hardy chug was had. She handed it back to him quickly.

She wanted to know what the drink had to do with this journey but then again it really was a stupid question when it came down to it. A more important question seemed to be... "How do you know Vince?"

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[info]vulpin
2010-10-19 04:48 pm UTC (link)
How was it that him and Vince came to be the eternal bromance of all Pax history? That was almost too long of a story to tell, and Lukas screwed his teeth together while stowing away the bottle of liquor back into the gallows of his jacket after she'd sipped. In all actuality, the Southern Comfort had absolutely nothing to do with this venture, but Lukas had been drinking consistently since the night before, and it was a shame to let that kind of buzz slip away from you. As for why Honey was partaking, well.. Lukas was in a sharing mood, and she obviously needed some kind of emotional stabilizer to function in every day society. Unless she wanted to kick in doors and beat on the chests of innocent bystanders.

Sighing with a moment's consideration, Lukas retrieved the notepad and began to sketch out the vague details for her.

I met him at a bar in LA, like six months ago. He stole my date There's not much to tell really. We became friends.

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[info]queen_of_gods
2010-10-20 08:52 pm UTC (link)
"hey!" Honey said, "You can talk now. Did you know? You should be able to hear me! I am a a magical fairy from the planet Vagish" She gave him a push before taking off her disguise, which happened to be teh betty crocker snap buttoned dress she was wearing. Underneath she was wearing pasties with bees. Her underpants had honey pots right on the buns.

Bzzzzzzzzzzz

"You are right! I DO have a stripper name. My Daddy always said I danced the best! Vince had to steal me away!" She got up on the bench and shook her caboose, "Hey BFF of my DH, What do you think of my honey pot buns?" she asked.

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[info]vulpin
2010-10-21 06:09 pm UTC (link)
"Wow," was all he got a chance to say before the Anaheim transit bus hopped the curb and ran them over.

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