[ Sorry D, higher powers truly do wish to torment you at every turn. But also, you're soon going to wish Gen's just drunk instead of operating off a cocktail of like three different weird-influence fun-time drinks.
His challenge -- it sure is being taken as a challenge, even if it might not actually be one -- is promptly met with a wider grin before Gen forces forward a half-step, pushing chest-to-chest against D so he can breathe right into D's ear: ]
No take-backs after you asked for it, yeah?
[ His breath smells sweet from the drinks -- without the signature sting of alcohol, D might note -- when Gen gives a wolfish laugh. Then he whirls around, snatching a hand around D's wrist and dragging him along as he starts forging down the street, speed-walking with the manic energy of someone driven by more than just a desire to pull a stupid prank. Where was he originally planning on taking D, if his ruse hadn't been busted? Who knows! He hadn't thought that far. But now that the challenge has been issued, he knows exactly where to head.
A turn here, a turn there, a few blocks down a dark street, and Gen shoves open the front door to -- an incredibly seedy hotel. A place he's frequented a few times before when accompanying his favorites from Bloody Marie's. His status as a semi-regular is immediately made clear when Gen only gives the tired-looking receptionist a wave of the hand and shouts, 'Going to the usual room!' before forging on without so much as pausing.
His 'usual room' turns out to be an entirely unremarkable little place just down the hall, clean enough but dimly lit, curtains all drawn, furnished with little more than a bed in its main chamber. Its purpose is probably immediately obvious. ]
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His challenge -- it sure is being taken as a challenge, even if it might not actually be one -- is promptly met with a wider grin before Gen forces forward a half-step, pushing chest-to-chest against D so he can breathe right into D's ear: ]
No take-backs after you asked for it, yeah?
[ His breath smells sweet from the drinks -- without the signature sting of alcohol, D might note -- when Gen gives a wolfish laugh. Then he whirls around, snatching a hand around D's wrist and dragging him along as he starts forging down the street, speed-walking with the manic energy of someone driven by more than just a desire to pull a stupid prank. Where was he originally planning on taking D, if his ruse hadn't been busted? Who knows! He hadn't thought that far. But now that the challenge has been issued, he knows exactly where to head.
A turn here, a turn there, a few blocks down a dark street, and Gen shoves open the front door to -- an incredibly seedy hotel. A place he's frequented a few times before when accompanying his favorites from Bloody Marie's. His status as a semi-regular is immediately made clear when Gen only gives the tired-looking receptionist a wave of the hand and shouts, 'Going to the usual room!' before forging on without so much as pausing.
His 'usual room' turns out to be an entirely unremarkable little place just down the hall, clean enough but dimly lit, curtains all drawn, furnished with little more than a bed in its main chamber. Its purpose is probably immediately obvious. ]