74 Godiva, Saturday Mumblemumble Morningish

[nookiepowered]

"What the shit?"

Bo might not remember where she was, how she got there in general or the floor in particular, why she wasn't wearing much of anything on the top half of her body, the name of the blonde whose head was currently cutting off the circulation to her left arm, or even her own name, but her FCC-noncompliant vocabulary hadn't gone anywhere, so that was something, right? Right?

[For the blonde!]

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[fjordicswagger]

The blonde girl on her floor let out a soft sigh and rubbed her cheek against the warm patch of skin it was currently resting on. "Mmmnice."

[nookiepowered]

Well, it wasn't awful, admittedly. Just confusing. "What the hell did we drink last night?"

[fjordicswagger]

"Must've been something good," the girl said lazily, looking up and, finally, squinting at Bo until her face made sense. "Ooh. You're pretty."

[nookiepowered]

At least something made sense. To someone. "You're not so bad yourself. At least I have good taste, whoever I am. ...By the way, you don't happen to know who I am, do you?"

[fjordicswagger]

The blonde let that idea bounce around her head for a moment. "Not a damn clue," she settled on. She stretched her arms out. "About you or me."

[nookiepowered]

"Dammit, that was gonna be my next question. Now I have to think of another one."

Not really; her head was full to bursting with them. She just didn't know which to pick first. "I'd go with what are we doing on the floor, but that seems kind of obvious." What with the scattered clothing and the mutual good taste.

[fjordicswagger]

"Doesn't seem like the most comfortable place to do it, but yeah," Tamsin said, pushing up until she was sitting.

Happy to get your arm back, Bo?

"What is this place anyway? Kind of a dump."

You should see where you live.

[nookiepowered]

"Hey now! I...would resent that if I remembered it being my dump." Bo rubbed her arm -- slightly regretfully because yay, circulation, but now it was all cold and didn't have a blonde on it and stuff. "Maybe my job keeps me super busy or something?"

[fjordicswagger]

The blonde struggled onto her feet-- and what followed was the sound of glass rolling around on the floor. She pulled a face. "That, or you're a major league alcoholic."

[nookiepowered]

"...Well, that would explain why I don't remember anything from last night."

Spoken like a girl who barely drank when she didn't have a chaperone to stop her from making horrible decisions; someone with that much booze on hand should have more tolerance, not less, girl who doesn't know she's Bo.

[fjordicswagger]

And if Tamsin had known she was Tamsin, she'd have known her own tolerance was big enough that none of the half a bottle of rotgut she'd had in the past 48 hours could have caused a blackout this severe; but sometimes life wasn't fair.

She squinted down at the brunette. "Drunken sex romp?" she said. "We're some classy broads."

[nookiepowered]

The nameless brunette supposed she should get up. It felt like work, but would probably be more comfortable in the end. "How dare you. We're inside and there's no pudding or barnyard animals involved; I've got class coming out of my ass."

[fjordicswagger]

"It's a nice ass," Tamsin conceded, giving it a look.

[nookiepowered]

Bo finished standing and looked behind herself. "It really is." Modesty was apparently for other people. "Now if only I knew who it belonged to besides a drunkie with bad housekeeping skills and a taste for hot nordic chicks."

[fjordicswagger]

Tamsin glanced over idly towards one of the corners of the room, then blinked.

She walked over and picked up something that looked-- "Ow."

She made a face. "Apparently a fancy weapons enthusiast."

[nookiepowered]

In the war between You okay? and Oooh, shiny..., guess which one came out first?

"What the heck do I do for a living - waitress at Medieval Times?"

[fjordicswagger]

Tamsin shrugged. "They let you play with real toys there?" she said, eyeballing the round knife... thingy. She picked it up and twirled it instinctively. "...Woah."

[nookiepowered]

"Apparently I let you play with real toys..." Bo observed, while she also tried observing around for, you know... clothes. "You look like you know how to use that."

[fjordicswagger]

The knife went flying across the room and embedded itself neatly in the wall. "Huh," Tamsin said. "You might be right about that."

She looked towards Bo. "Maybe we're hitmen."

[nookiepowered]

"Hitwomen, hello." Bo considered this seriously. "Sexy lesbian hitwomen who wear a lot of leather and like to play with sharp and shiny objects. If we're not, I think we're losing big bucks by not pitching it to HBO."

[fjordicswagger]

Oh, look. Looking had magically turned into walking towards in an eyeblink. "If we're not, I think we're both losing out."

[nookiepowered]

Well. Maybe she didn't have to scout around for clothes just yet. "You might have a point there. It'd be awfully dumb of us. You think we're awfully dumb?"

[fjordicswagger]

"I know I'm not awfully dumb," Tamsin said, with a giggle that her non-Tabula Rasa'd self would stare at in utter disgust.

But there was no disgust here; just her hands traveling down to Bo's hips.

[nookiepowered]

"I guess I could be." Oh, Bo, you have no idea. "But I'm thinking not, since I just had the best idea ever." Feel free to guess what that might be, nameless blonde.

[fjordicswagger]

"Is it an idea along the lines of this...?" the blonde asked, moving in to put her pretty lips on Bo's even prettier lips.

[nookiepowered]

"Mmmmhmmm." That was kind of a yes and kind of an appreciation of Tamsin's lesbian hitwoman mindreading skills, which hopefully were still in effect because lips. Mmmph.

[fjordicswagger]

The blonde didn't have the space for a kissing icon yet made a similar noise, except it went a little more like Mmmmmmmmmmmmmoh because. Wow.

74 Godiva Street, Late Friday Night

[nookiepowered]

Oh, honey, if you thought that was wow, you ain't seen nothin' yet.

Of course, as far as the other lesbian hitwoman could remember, neither had she, because this thing she was doing now? With the lighting up eyes and the lighting up everything else and the feeling like she hadn't eaten in days and somebody just put filet mignon in her mouth? This was not just kissing, holy crap.