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*chuckles* And here I didn't think you did that sort of thing.

*Dagny's cheeks turn bright pink.* Ah didn't do nothin'!

No? That's almost a shame. *chuckles* Then what don't you regret?

Ah went out, had a good time, and ah kissed 'im! *Still blushing furiously.*

*flat out laughs* You kissed him? How adventurous. And does this mystery man kiss back? *smiles, most of the teasing dropping in favor of real curiosity* More importantly, does he kiss well?

*Even though she is still blushing, and now mortified, she smiles.* Uh-huh, den he passed out, we drank, a lot! He ain't no mystery man neither.

*Is absolutely charmed by her* Just think how much better he'll kiss when you aren't drunk.

He's still a mystery to me. Who'd you kiss, pretty girl?

Ah t'ink he ah pretty good kisser now! Dunno if he'll ever wanna kiss me sober though. *She giggles, and then ducks her head.*

Da agent, Mister Everton!

Now why wouldn't he want to ki---to kiss you again sober? That's just silly. *She uses all her control to hide both her expression and her thoughts from the girl.* You saw him again and kissed him. *She laughs softly.* And he's a good kisser? That might be the most unexpected part of this story.

Ah t'ink he wouldn't want ta kiss meh again, cuz he don't t'ink it's right ta be doin' it. *She looked a bit thoughtful.* Ah mean ah t'ink, mebe he just don't want ta. Ah dunno. *Still, she grins and nods quickly.* Uh-huh, real good kisser, ain't never been kissed like dat before.

*Decides to keep it to the good parts, the rest can be addressed other times and places.* Any man with any sense, who likes women anyway, would want to kiss you. You're a darling girl. I'm glad you were kissed properly. There's nothing quite like that feeling.

Tank ya, Ms. Charlotte, dats mighty kind of ya ta say. *She smiles up at the other woman.* Ah was scared, but ah did it! Ah know what we talked 'bout, before, but he looks real sweet when he's sleepin'. Don't look like he could hurt nobody when he's like dat.

*Starts to argue that even murderers sometimes sleep peacefully, then stops, a memory hitting her too hard for her to shield the burst of pain.* I'd have to see that to have an opinion, but I hope you're right. I'm sure he doesn't want to hurt you.

*Changes the subject some.* And now you've kissed a man and liked it. The world is your oyster.

*She caught the burst and winced, that was certainly not what she was expecting. Frowning she looked cautiously at the woman.* What was dat?

Ah feel like ah could do anyt'ing now!

Of course you can do anything. You're young, intelligent and delightful. The world should look out!

*She sighs softly.* I'm so sorry. I should have been more careful about that. My-- Even asleep my father looked exactly like the monster I know him to be. When you said that I saw him in my mind.

Well, ah dunno 'bout dat, but ah certainly will try. It's interestin' how da world changes sometimes, over somet'in' so little. Ah don't sound obsesed do ah?!

*Relaxing just a bit she shakes her head.* Ain't notta t'in', wut ya daddy do dat made him such a monsta?

Only a little, but it's easy when you feel so good. Kissing does that when it's good. Makes the world fall away.

*Her voice goes soft and very cold.* My father thinks the world is, in fact, his oyster. He has a great deal of power which he wields with little thought to others in pursuit of that assumption.

Well ah guess, but ah ain't gonna obsess over it no more. Dun wanna let it get ta mah head, 'specially if it ain't gonna happen again.

*Frowns and mulls over the statement.* What da ya mean? He bosses people 'round?

That's probably for the best, but there's nothing wrong with having enjoyed a good kiss.

He controls other people. He will act outside the situation, without the other participants' knowledge, to direct the situation in the way he wishes. As far as he's concerned, they aren't people, they are chess pieces in his game.

True, true, now ah kinda wish ah hadn't been so drunk. Nuts.

Dat don't sound very nice, seem ta me like he likes playin' God. Already got one, don't need another one bossin' people 'round like dat. Did he use you like dat?

[ooc: On a funnier note, Geoff got his T-Rex this morning, and spent all morning blowing it up. Unfortunately the blow tab was between the T-Rex's legs, so it looked a little awkward.]

I'm sure there will be plenty more kisses from men who are sober. And they'll be even better.

He doesn't think of it as playing God at all. *Takes a deep breath.* He tried, but when it came down to it, I didn't allow it.

OOC: *blinks* Do you like this guy? Because that's just mean. FUNNY, but mean.

Edited 2008-08-04 15:04 (UTC)

Ah dunno, Ms. Charlotte, took me dis long ta kiss a man, dunno da next time ah'll get a chance.

He don't? Well dats wut it is now, ain't it? *nodding, she smiles.* Good fa ya, Ms. Charlotte, don't let no one try ta run ya life, or make ya unhappy.

[ooc: Hey, I had no control over where they put the blow tab. I did take pictures though (of him and the T-Rex not him blowing the T-Rex). That fucker is four feet tall! He's almost as big as I am.]

Dear, with a little thought, you could kiss a man worth kissing tomorrow if you really wanted.

Oh, I agree, that's what it is. It was a point of some contention. *Smiles and bows slightly.* Thank you. I only did what I had to.

OOC: Damn, pictures of "Man blows T-Rex" might have been worth something.

Edited 2008-08-04 15:15 (UTC)

Why when ah already kissed ah man worth kissin' last night? Dontcha t'ink he was worth kissin'?

Ah'd t'ink he'd want ta be considered God, most men do. Ah t'ink. Still lotsa people don't do even what dey need ta do in order ta be happy.

[ooc: T-Rex Penis is big :(]

*She laughs softly.* I'm sure he was. He's certainly a handsome enough man. I meant there are other men worth kissing out there.

No, they don't, do they. We'll have to make up for the rest of them, hmm?

*She looks a little relieved at her agreement.* Ah know, jus' don't feel like kissin' any other men right now. Mebe dat will change, but ah dunno.

Uh-huh! Life's ta short ta be miserable.

*Takes a slow breath, smiling the whole while.* Do you want to kiss him again?

*Suddenly she looks nervous, playing with her lip ring.* Ah, yes. But ah upset 'im by tellin' ya, so doubt dat will happen again.

*She sighs softly.* He's only upset because he knows that he shouldn't have done it. *Her voice goes very firm suddenly.* Not because you shouldn't be kissed, mind, he at least has excellent taste.

*She shakes her head.* It's like he's a teacher, kissing a student. Or a cop kissing someone they are investigating. He broke a rule. He's upset because I said that flat out much more than he is about me knowing.

But if ya say dat to 'im den he won't wanna kiss me again! He wasn't really breakin' rules was he? It's just a kiss, it won't make a lick of difference in de end will it? *She frowns, looking suddenly very nervous and upset.*

Ah don't want him ta get inta trouble.

*She groans and rubs her eyes.* No, I won't get him in any trouble. There's no real percentage in it, but yes, he was breaking a rule. If I'm forced to be fair, I think he feels badly about it or he wouldn't have gotten so angry at me about it.

Enjoy the kiss, Dagny, enjoy the moment. Don't worry about me and my silly concerns. Really.

*Sighing deeply, her shoulders sag.* Ah suppose, it's jus' so complicated, ah didn't want dat, not really. And cuz of my mouth it jus' made it worse. He ain't gonna trust me, or kiss me no mor'.

It's okay, Ms. Charlotte, ah knows ya was lookin' out fa me. It ain't so bad.

*Feels like a total heel, shrugs* If it's meant to be, this will be nothing but a blip.

I was just looking out for you, yes, but as it was pointed out to me, I'm not your mother. If you'd like me to mind my own business, I will. I won't do what my father does.

*She pats her shoulder gently and then smiles.* Yah right, ya know. Que sera, sera. What will be, will be. Ain't notta t'in', just gotta keep movin' on. It's okay Ms. Charlotte.

Ah like bein' able ta talk wit you, mebe we can jus' keep him out of it, yea?

*Looks down at her hand and nods.* Unless you ask me to, I will never speak to him about you again, no matter what we say between each other. *crosses her heart like a child* I swear.

I'd much rather have to bite my tongue than lose a friend.

*She beams happily and then nods.* Dat sounds like a good idea, no need to let some boy come between a friendship. Ah ain't very good at dis so ah like advice, but ah don't want ta make either one of yas made either. Ya know?

Yas ah good friend, Ms. Charlotte.

Am I? I hope so. *She laughs softly at the girl's enthusiasm.* I'm afraid making him mad amuses me a little, but I'll do my very best to be good and I won't drag you into it at all. *Puts a hand up.* I'm kidding, just kidding. I'll leave the man be.

As for advice? Sober kissing first. Always a good choice.

*She giggles and the grins.* Dat's cuz he does get pretty funny when he's mad. But only funny if ya teasin' him, not REALLY mad, cuz dat's just scary. Ah'll haffta get ya a man chew toy ta take his place, so ya got somet'in' ta tease.

Well, ah ain't hardly sober, but he's gotta be. Ah'll try next time, iffen he'll let me.

*Her eyes go very wide at the idea of a 'man chew toy' and wider still when she realizes she has no trouble at all picturing that.* I believe I have one of those available. I'll have to find a way to play with him more. *She snorts.* Not that I'm afraid of your Agent Everton. I can take him.

Why aren't you sober often?

Well den, iffen ya already got one den ah'll haffta find ya somet'in' new fer ya brithday. *Nods slowly.* Ah ain't sayin' dat ya are, Ms. Charlotte.

Well . . . cuz ah drink all de time? Ah guess ah drink so da noise ain't so loud.

*Chuckles at the girl's reaction.* I mean I have a friend I see sometimes who likes that sort of thing. I don't really have a man of my own at the moment.

*Frowns* There are other ways to control that.

He like's bein' a chew toy? Ah was talkin' 'bout gettin' ya somet'in' dat squeaked or somet'in'. Yah best off gettin' ya own flesh and blood man. Ah ain't so good at dat.

*Gets a little defensive.* Yah well, dis has worked fine for meh, ain't like am endangerin' no one.

He does, yes. He would also be remarkably amused if I showed up with a squeak toy that I used to keep me busy in between visits. I think we should do that. *Chuckles* I think I'll leave it at that. I don't really have time for a real relationship right now.

*Sighs* Only yourself. Alcohol isn't really good for you, you know.

Ah, well if he don't mind den ain't no problem, really. Ah am sure ya ain't got no problem findin' some friend ta fill ya time. Yah mighty nice and pretty, ain't no doubt about that. *smiles.*

Ain't really plannin' on livin' dat long.

Thank you, Dagny, that's always nice to hear.

Now that is a shame. So many things to see and do, if you take the time.