> Previous thread here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Unemployment%20Quest> Quest Twitter: @Stratocumulus1You are the protagonist. You are unemployed, and your underparts are still pleasantly sore from the exercise they've been getting yesterday. As you stand there, spacing out, you can't help thinking about Alexis and her lovely, perky-What did we say about the first post, Wenlock?DO NOT USE THE PROTAGONIST'S NAME! AND IN THE FIRST POST TOO!Not unless you don't put sex in the first post. Wenlock.Well, I've got nothing to lose then. You fondly remember savouring Erica's-Wenlock Antonino Rochester!I hate you. > cont'd
>>27643377Anyway, you are snapped out of your reminiscing by Jo snapping her fingers before your eyes - a thunderclap right in front of your face. 'Oi! Stay on earth please!''Huh.' You begin to remember the more serious issue at hand. (Are there really more serious issues than copulation, though? Really? What else is humanity hardwired for? Food, perhaps.) 'So. We've been scammed out of an opportunity to sell scrapped smartphones, that's what you're saying.''Yes, damnit.' 'I don't see the problem with that.' You shrug. 'We could always look for another deal, can't we?'Jo gives you a glare. 'What? No, look, I'm serious about this thing though. We could earn quite a bit from this! I hate to see a job like this just go to waste because we got scammed out of it!''So what'll you do?''I...' she suddenly gives a look like you've slapped her. Which in a metaphorical way you have. 'Well. I don't know... maybe find where they've *really* gone, and then go after them.'> Let's go then!> You go ahead, I'm off. > Let go, Jo. I've got some cash. We can come up with something else. > Other.
>>27643444> Protagonist Update> Money: $805 > Outstanding jobs: Shakedown of the Music Guy> Potential job ideas: Tutoring, Brewing Beer, Prizefighting, Getting Alcohol to underaged folk> Any more suggestions are welcome
>>27643444> Let go, Jo. I've got some cash. We can come up with something else.I missed the last thread but unless we spent a hell lot of money we should be quite well off at the moment. Hotdogs sold good and we earned extra 800 with punches. We dont need to deal with tiresome stuff like tracking scammers.
>>27643444>> Let's go then!
>>27643517Seconding this. Let's relax.
>>27643663>>27643517>>27643570> Nope, you've still got quite a bit of money. So you should be fine... perhaps. 'Oh, let go of it Jo.' You put a hand on her shoulder. 'But the money...''Sod that, mate, we'll be fine. You know why? Because I've got...' You fumble in your pocket and then let her have a peek at the stack of notes. 'I've got this. From beating up that little twat you know.'She stares at it for a moment, which allows you to pat her on the shoulder soothingly. 'Huh. Well, do you mind if I also...''We're in this together aren't we, as you said? You paid the rent and paid for that big dinner. So I owe you. Let's go back. We'll think of something else.' Jo hesitates for a long while, staring at the floor with a certain intensity, before nodding. 'Yeah, sure. We'll think of something else.' Man, she's so serious about this kind of thing. You saw that look before, when she was running. 'Let's go.'You lead her out of the building, except your sense of direction is horrible, and instead of getting to the main entrance, you end up headed for a side exit. Well, an exit's an exit, isn't it? You push the door, which feels jammed, then back up and give it a kick-- which stops the beatdown happening about five metres away from the door, as the three people beating someone up look up in surprise at the open door, and at you and Jo. You turn back to see Jo, momentarily surprised, then frowning. 'Little bastards,' she mutters. > What do/say, Protagonist? There's three of them.> Also, head anywhere before heading home, since you're headed home? Any necessities you'd like to get? You're not really low on groceries or other every day stuff, though a diet of tuna and salad sandwiches might be getting to you a bit.
>>27643733Ask the guy on the floor how much he's willing to pay for help.
>>27643733Grab Jo and walk, not our problem. Plan an outing for tomorrow. Does Jo want to go anywhere?
>>27643733Be a good guy and beat up those nerds.They can't be that good if they need to outnumber that guy 3 to 1 to beat him up.
>>27643827Going with this.
>>27643883>>27643878>>27643837>>27643827Honestly, what with the pummelling you took yesterday, you really want to walk away. This really isn't your fight. But then Jo grabs your hand as you turn, and pulls you back to face them. 'What the fuck are you looking at, bitch?' One of them, with low-hanging jeans and a ridiculous cap (what is this? The Southwestern United States? Uncouth!) says, and Jo immediately begins cracking her knuckles. But you stop her as well, and nod at the guy being beaten up. He's... actually he looks rather out of place here, what with his nicely-cut grey suit, and the tie that's now all torn up and being used as a handle by one of the punks, slowly choking him. 'You. How much will you pay for help?' 'GRHHGHRHGH!''Let him go! I can't hear his offer!' You yell, and the punk unsurprisingly doesn't. But soon the businessman crawls up enough to loosen the tie a little. 'Two hundred! Hundred for each of you!''Fuck you!' One punk kicks his back. 'You said you didn't have that money!'> What, do you accept? > Also, Jo seems to be spoiling for a punch-up, while you're a bit lukewarm. Let her do the honours this time?
>>27643930"how much you boys make tonight can you beat 400?"
>>27643930Sounds good. Let Jo have the first punch, strike immediately after to catch them flatfooted.
>>27643930Put your glove on.
>>27643955> Sorry, didn't really get that. Are you demanding 400 from the guy?
>>27644020We can do that after. Let Jo go punch then, and put on our gloves.
>>27643930Time for a beatdown then
>>27644020no that's what he offered now get the to groups to bid for us
>>27644083He offered 200.
>>27644096200 each is 400.. or do i not get something.
>>27644106>'Two hundred! Hundred for each of you!''200! 100 for each of you!'100 each is 200.
>>27643930Well boys seems like the gentlemen here is paying for a premium beating on you threePay attention because you are about the be on the receiving end of a proper one
>>27644081>>27644083>>27644096>>27643955>>27643963>>27643971>>27644047You reach into your pockets for your smashin' gloves, but then Jo is already walking up towards the three kids. They're really just teenagers, it's easy to tell - one of the thousands of people drifting and fucking about in the City. 'Heh,' one of them, perhaps unable to stand the pressure of not standing up to a slender girl, 'what are you going to do, talk-'SMACK! You glance up from your glove-wearing, one hand sheathed in black, steel-reinforced leather, to see Jo still in a straight punch stance - left hand outstretched, right hand held before her chest ready to defend, one foot slightly ahead of the other. She clearly did not learn to fight from a boxer, but you doubt the punk knows the difference, since he's stumbled over the businessman and fallen on his back. When he sits up, he's sobbing uncontrollably, and you blink at the amount of blood gushing from his nose and split lip. 'Frrk! Frrrrk!' He wails, while Jo withdraws her fist. The nerve drains from the other two, who quickly step back, then turn towards the back street and run, abandoning the punched guy who shuffles backwards on his arse. 'Frrk!'> What do/say? That... that ended quickly. And you hadn't even punched anyone with your damned gloves so far!
>>27644121o then ask if they can beat 200 eather way we want a biding war
>>27644128Get back here and take it like men you little bastards!Help the guy up and ask him why those three decided they wanted to give him a slight kicking
>>27644141Well, too late now anyway.>>27644128Help the guy stand up and ask why they were attacking him.
> Welcome, the rest of you whose votes I didn't see. I'm mighty glad you've arrived.
>>27644128Run after them and beat down. We finish what we start.
>>27644128Well, that was easy, so hurry man pay up the 400 so we can go our way.
>>27644141This sounds funny actually. Seconding.
>>27644128Either we or Jo should go after them.
So when I was last here we were kicking ass, taking names, and selling bratwurst. What have I missed?
Why the hell are people voting to chase down a couple of teenagers? Just get the money from the man and be on your way.
>>27644200Sex and betrayal.
>>27644209>betrayalbetrayal? WHO? Who dares betray this unemployed soul?
>>27644200> Quite a bit of boxing. Quite a bit of sex too, I suspect. Welcome back, mate. >>27644189>>27644184>>27644174>>27644161>>27644151>>27644146>>27644141'Oi, you!' If there's something you don't like, it's people who abandon their mates just because something goes all the way downhill to the beach. Speaking of beach, this is actually pretty good beach weather... anyway. You run after them, passing Jo as she walks around the sitting-up businessman, trying to corral both of them. But they're pretty quick, and making across the road for the other warehouses. > Roll d100 to catch them. > Or fuck it and go back. > Or do something else.
>>27644216Some scammers that tricked Jo.
>>27644221>Or fuck it and go back.Get our money and go on our way.
>>27644221Ask the businessman if we should.
>>27644243Does he pay us extra 200, then fine. Otherwise leave the teenagers alone. They usually are fast fuckers and they dont worth the chase.
>>27644221Eh, fuck it. Let's get our money.
>>27644236Second. Let's go home. Try to sex up Jo.
>>27644269OP left a beach bait, i intend to bite it and go relax with Jo.
>>27644267Obviously, if he wants us to chase them too he's paying extra. Not just two hundred either.
>>27644269While I agree with your sentiment and applaud your enthusiasm our dick is gonna fall off if we don't give it some rest soon
>>27644283Everyone knows human body gets stronger the more you use it. No rest for the wicked!
>>27644288Unless we fall dick first into radioactive waste, we won't become immune to friction burns.
>>27644317You never know till you try. Maybe noone simply didnt go far enough till now.
>>27644275>>27644236>>27644243>>27644267>>27644268>>27644269>>27644283>>27644288>>27644317You stop when you reach the kerb, watching them run. Fucking hell, they're pretty fast. You turn back just in time to dodge the other teenager, still crying like a young man who's just had his lip and nose busted by a girl, running past you. 'Put an icepack on it, you dumb fuck!' You yell after him. Then you see that there are some workers who have noticed the little commotion and are looking at you, and wave at them before going back. To your surprise, the businessman is on his feet and talking to Jo. 'Oh please,' you hear him tell Jo. 'If I wouldn't give them money, why would I give you any?''But we bloody well helped you!' Jo says, visibly surprised and a little upset. 'If we didn't come-''Then the police would come, wouldn't they?' He glances at you in your black gloves, then takes out the little beeper in his pocket. Damnit! He's one of those people who's bought Security Insurance; he needs only press the buzzer, and the rozzers are guaranteed to come in 10 minutes. You haven't got the cash for that, none of you do. 'And now, if you don't get out of my way, youngsters, I'll tell them who's really extorting me, shall I?'Jo blinks, and instinctively steps back. You know, maybe Jo isn't quite as... tough as you think she is. Not sure what that quality is, really... decency? Softness?> What do/say? > Also, I fucking lol'd.
>>27644344Eh... It really isn't worth it. Let's go.
>>27644344Punch him with all your might in the face and in the dick with the gloved hand. "Yeaah you do that fucker"
>>27644362>>27644344A good one two.
>>27644344> Also, I fucking lol'd.uhh...why exactly? just cause of the responses or did you roll something silly?
>>27644344'You saw what we did to them in one second. With you, we have at least one minute before the cops show up.''If we're going to jail for extortion, we might as well deserve it.'
>>27644344Lightly grab Jo's shoulders and switch places with her then sayThat's nine minutes worth of quality time with the boys here
>>27644387The responses. About the dick. Should plot armour be awarded to the beef bayonet?
>>27644417Yes.>beef bayonetI lol'd.
>>27644344Just leave. Hope this guy gets in trouble again so we can just watch him get beaten while we eat popcorn or something
>>27644417Nah, i want dialogue about that.(as long it isn't about disease.)
>>27644344Tell him that 4 minutes is more than enough time to do permanent damage and with 6 we can make him forget the last hour.
>>27644357>>27644362>>27644379>>27644388>>27644389>>27644443>>27644448>>27644451> That's like, two votes each for leaving, talking, and LAMPING. So I'll be waiting a few more moments. > No pressure, but Jo, as you might expect, seems to be favouring diplomacy or departure. Not that it should stop you. We're talking 200 bucks here.
>>27644417I believe it is appropriate
>>27644481It seems more more like a threat, that we will follow if he doesn't accept.
>>27644481Yeah, let's threaten him a little bit more, if he still doesn't we can just leave.
>>27644388>>27644389>>27644467>>27644489>>27644507You smile and walk up to Jo, who gives you an 'oh no you don't' look. What? You weren't going to. Instead you just stand beside her, grinning. 'How long were the boys kicking you, sir?''What's it to you?' He looks you over. He seems to be middle aged or a little older, with flushed, unhealthy skin. 'About two minutes, three minutes, who knows.''What, it took them three minutes to make you look a little messed up?' You put your hand on Jo's shoulder, and she gives you another glance. 'You saw what she did to that young dude in half a second? And he was tougher than you too. Go on, press that thing. We'll be gone in eight minutes. And maybe you'll be too, by then.''Hey,' Jo begins, shrugging your hand off, but then she sees the fear in the old man's eyes. 'You young bastards,' he mutters, then reaches for his wallet, taking out some notes. 'Here's your money, damn you! And you think I won't call the cops...'He walks off stiffly, and then you hear a loud 'beep' which can only be him activating the call button. Squatting down, you grab the money, and then both of you split, heading for the bus station and grabbing the first bus that's already there. Jo sits beside you, and you watch her, and the scenery behind her. It's not much scenery. This is the industrial bit of Cloverdene, and then it's the council flat bit. 'I... didn't think you'd do that,' she muttered. She looks a little stunned, sweat running down her face and neck, into her nice clothes. > What do/say? > Also, roll d100 for where the fuck the bus is going.
Rolled 61>>27644607well that went better than expected...i think...
Rolled 50>>27644607'You can thank me later.'
Rolled 53>>27644417Give it plot armour against destruction but it can still feel the work we put it to>>27644607The bus is headed to ADVENTURE! and possibly more sex with Alexis and Erica
Rolled 97>>27644607I wasn't going to hurt him just lamp him for cheating us.
Rolled 82>>27644607"I dont like liars."
>>27644647>>27644654>>27644669>>27644677>>27644687>>27644707> 97: Free choice! Options below. 'Mind, I wasn't actually going to lamp him,' you said. 'If he wasn't going to give, then he's got the balls, and we'd run. But hey, it's 200 bucks.''Look, I didn't want to do anything like... that,' she says, glancing around at the few other passengers. Actually you've got your eye on one, a cute-looking redhead (from behind anyway) with earphones on. That's probably not natural red hair. Ah, well, there's many ways you could find out, aren't there? No, sorry, back to Jo. 'Still, it went better than we thought, no? He can give a description, but there's a million people look like you and me.''It's wrong,' she says. > What do/say? > As for options for the bus. Would you like to head for: > Home> The quiet beach (Cloverdene North Beach)> The party (well, pre-party) beach (Cloverdene Beach)> The wealthy shopping district (The Old Wharf Malls)> The not so wealthy shopping district (Shilling Market)> A cultured place (Museum or maybe Concert Hall, give your ideas)> Any general idea what you'd like to do/go. Cloverdene's a big town, there's probably something. Or you might head out of it.
>>27644804Also, you wealthy little bastard, you now have $1,005 in your pockets. Actually, should you start a bank account, or is that too much responsibility...?
>>27644804Quiet beachLet's find somewhere we can relax and not punch anything for a bit or spend any more money or find anyone except Jo that we feel like screwing
>>27644827No names in the system.
>>27644804Is it really late? If it is we should go home and get some sleep.Also a bank account seems like a good idea; maybe put a couple hundred dollars into it. Delicious compound saving, yo.Anyway, otherwise, why not the party beach?
>>27644804It's not wrong, a guy like him is almost certainly a corrupt CEO or something like that. The money is probably stolen.
>>27644855> Nope, it's about... 5. Almost dinnertime, really. You could, for instance, get Jo a dinner after the one she treated you to. > Or you might not. It's a free City, eh?
Rolled 84>>27644875nah we should get Jo and ourself some dinner enough fighting people for now
>>27644828Going with this. Quiet beach. Is the quiet beach near the party beach? So if we want to go there we can, right?
>>27644909doh shouldnt have rolled btw i agree with going to quiet beach
Get some fish and chips and eat at the quiet beachOr rather get a lot of fish and chips given how we saw Jo eating when she shouted us a meal
>>27644828>>27644842>>27644855>>27644859>>27644909>>27644918>>27644921>>27644932> No hurry with the bank, just a thought. > Also, yes, the party beach is to the south of the quiet beach. It's within walking distance. 'It's not wrong, though,' you shrug. 'His money's probably stolen anyway.''No it-' she pauses, then looks away out of the window. 'No it isn't?''Never mind.' She turns back to you. 'I'm hungry.''We'll get dinner then. What bus is this?' You see it's the 183, which runs past the northern stretch of Cloverdene Beach - a relatively quiet beach, more for family barbecues and sports - before heading farther north into Apricot Hills District. 'Let's head for the beach.'The bus journey will take about 20 minutes. Jo looks at you. 'I'm hungry for seafood, actually. Seafood Chinese style.'That's... that's not going to be fucking expensive, is it? Seriously, this girl. The sunlight glares off her dark, almost black hair. > Do/say anything? Either to Jo, or to that cute redhead? > If not, timeskip.
>>27645015'May I give you a kiss for that?'
>>27645015>> Do/say anything? Either to Jo, or to that cute redhead?Apologize to jo and tell her our job ideas( one of which is sperm bank, blood bank and get an extra roomie), also find a way to flirt with the red head.
>>27645015Give some job ideas, then scoot over to the red head to see if we can up our boning count for the day.
>>27645142>>27645170>>27645097>>27645073'Oh mate, are you going to be sulky all bloody day, then? I'm sorry, all right?''No, actually, I'm just quite hungry. Forgot to have lunch. That means dinner is going to be *big*, I just want to tell you first.''Normally I ask for a kiss if a girl wants that big a meal,' you say casually. 'I wouldn't say no,' Jo replies, and you turn to see her pointing at her cheek. > Do you? Soon after that you get off the bus near the Cloverdene Seaside Leisure Centre, where a row of restaurants start with a huge, slightly run-down building, surrounded by yards full of yachts and little boats and kayaks and stuff. You head past those towards the sea, and both of you give a happy sigh. Nothing like the sea to cheer you up! A beach of rather rough sand - they spend more money on the party beach down south - runs down to a gently lapping sea, on which you can see the sails flipping this way and that. Farther down, where the beach curves eastwards, you can see little figures with long fishing rods at a concrete pier. Fucking hell, do they ever end up tangling with the rowers? You sure hope not... You are considering giving some job ideas - sperm bank, maybe, or selling blood, or getting another room-mate to lighten the rent load - when Jo tugs on your sleeve. She already knows where she's going, the devious woman. But no complaints - it's a semi-open-air establishment with a lovely patio, rather marred by the utilitarian tables and chairs. Still very quiet, seeing as it's not yet the rush hour for family dinners. 'Taber for two you shit there.' Fair enough. You open the very thick menu. > Defer to Jo. (bear in mind the way she orders. But then you're hungry.)> Order frugally. > Let's have some venison... oh, the oatmeal shrimp looks good...> Bring on the fucking lobster! You have crabs? Bring on the fucking crabs too!> Other.
>>27645097>>27645170Yeah, these sound like good ideas.
>>27645265>Do you?Give her a peck on the lips. "I like lips better than cheeks."
>>27645097>bank, blood bank and get an extra roomieHow come these weren't added to the list?here are my suggestions1.Go to a junk yard( we can make some things work and make a buck with this2.Use our Mechanical degree fix things for people3. help make drugs(legal or non-legal)4.Make chemicals for people
>>27645265>kiss joere we go!> Order frugallywe dont want to waste all our cash at once...
>>27645265Its like you think we wouldn't kiss her.>>27645304Also check this out.
>>27645265Take some shrimp stew and fried calamary, along with a sea salad, and a boiled lobster.
>>27645265>> Let's have some venison... oh, the oatmeal shrimp looks good...>> Bring on the fucking lobster! You have crabs? Bring on the fucking crabs too!Lets fucking splurge for our hard work also give joe a peck on the cheek.
>>27645265Let's treat ourselves and lay Jo.
>>27645265>> Bring on the fucking lobster! You have crabs? Bring on the fucking crabs too!We had our asses beat and i'm pretty sure all we had to eat was cooter and candy
>>27645304Boku no meth.
>>27645429This would lead to a Walter end if we did that, with jo being our Jesse.You can't deny that if op watched the show that they won't be influenced by it
>>27645475That would also lead in our death because WALT DIES.But as another idea, since corporations are at large in this town, how about we organize a Fight Club from all the depressed white collars in town?
>>27645429I doubt we are girls looking enough to be a cross dressing meth cook
>>27645539Fucking autocorrectGirly looking enoughHate watching these from my phone
>>27645429>>27645475>>27645266>>27645298>>27645304>>27645307>>27645329>>27645346>>27645351>>27645369>>27645378> They're there, the job ideas! You'll mention them in due course! And your ideas are now in consideration too. You reach for her face, turn it so it faces you *properly*. Then, after a short delay to make sure she knows what she's doing and can slap you if she doesn't want it, you move for her lips. They're soft, and warm, and she puts her arm round your neck for a few seconds before her other hand pushes you gently away. 'That was more what I meant by kiss,' you say. But well, that was a nice kiss. 'Mm. Fair enough.' She goes back to looking out the window. Is that a smile on her face? You bet it is, Wenlock. > cont'd.
>>27645577> Back to the restaurant. Chastened a little by Jo's apparent insistence on *legal* sorts of work, you give her some suggestions. Some she is skeptical about, such as making drugs or alcohol, or selling blood. 'There's tons of Aids cases about, and some of the hospitals don't check. I really wouldn't.''How about sperm?''I doubt I can do that. But I shan't stop you!' She chuckles. 'But damn, you're right. A lot of things that aren't illegal are also not very lucrative, are they...''Doesn't need to be that lucrative for now. We've got a cushion here.''Won't last long, mate,' she says. 'I don't mind being an odd job crew though. You could do repairs, I suppose. I'll have to look for something else. Selling liquor in a nightclub?''You'd never be out of business,' you say. Kinda meant it, too. She rubs her eyes, opening the menu. 'Also, let's have some lobster, shall we? And some crab. And what the fuck is pissing shrimp? Do shrimp piss?'That brings her enthusiasm back. 'Oh PLEASE can we have pissing shrimp, please? They don't actually piss, but they're *delicious*.'> You are ordering rather lavishly. Not all out, but rather. Take the pissing shrimp as well? It says salt and pepper, which sounds like a no-fail combo. > What do now? It's a lovely evening. Breeze... sun... Jo... girls in swimsuits and wetsuits and the occasional bikini running around... > Also, darn, picture ought to be here. But oh well.
>>27645595>Breeze... sun... Jo... girls in swimsuits and wetsuits and the occasional bikini running around...This.
>>27645595Order the shrimps.
>>27645595>> You are ordering rather lavishly. Not all out, but rather. Take the pissing shrimp as well? It says salt and pepper, which sounds like a no-fail combo. >> What do now? It's a lovely evening. Breeze... sun... Jo... girls in swimsuits and wetsuits and the occasional bikini running around...In this order preferably.
>>27645490This actually sounds like an idea. We can make others fight and pay us.
>>27645627>>27645678> I'm glad you enjoyed the description - I'm dreaming about such a place myself - but what do/say? > Or just keep quiet and reactive (which is fine as well) until the food comes, and then eat the fuck out of it?
>>27645595>Go to a sea restaurant and not order shrimpWtf are you doing? Order the shrimp. Though really, what the hell is pissing shrimp?Enjoy the beach with Jo. Talk about the people you (oth jo and us) would like to bang. You gotta have that conversation on a beach.
>>27645694...Something that involves ladies in bikinis.The second option sounds good. But you forgot to say 'fuck Jo' after that.
>>27645694Its all up to the other 2 or 3 anons here, but i'm up for eating then going skinny dipping later at night.
>>27645723>fuck JoWhere did that even come from?While fucking Jo is something that'll probably happen sooner or later, there is literally no way that suggesting it right now makes sense.
>>27645765Hell, I'll second that.
>>27645765This sounds good, its not like we have any engagements to go to tomorrow(the next day is Thursday right?)
>>27645770I thought that's what we were doing.
>>27645830>>27645649>>27645670>>27645678>>27645682>>27645702>>27645723>>27645765>>27645770>>27645780>>27645806> I'm so glad to enlighten you about pissing shrimp. It's what Hongkongers call the mantis shrimp. > And trust me, they are the seafood of the gods. Surprisingly, the shrimp comes first - completely encased in a shell, but smelling deliciously of salt, pepper, chilli and a little basil. You look at the damn thing. 'The fuck do I do with this?'Jo shows you how to weaken the shell by arching the shrimp, wriggling and twisting it a bit, and then suddenly pushing on it so the shell pops open in a spray of hot juices which splashes all over Jo's face. You nearly fall off your chair laughing, which attracts the attention of some nearby families. Jo is unflappable as always, swearing and fumbling for the napkins. 'It's not funny!''It's fucking funny, mate,' you manage to gasp. 'My eyes are burning! The salt, the salt!' But you can't stop laughing until suddenly, a gob of hot, salty juices splash onto your fair upturned cheeks as well, some going up your nose. Fuck! Your eyes! The salt, the salt!You wipe your eyes to see a shelled pissing shrimp on your table, while Jo tries her best not to laugh. With four more shrimp on the plate, it's a mutually assured destruction situation. 'You're welcome.'It is a tense start to the dinner, eating over a pile of salty seafood bukkake bombs. > cont'd.
>>27645915Fortunately the tension is somewhat eased by the waitress who comes in with an enormous pile of dishes on her right arm, yelling each one as she deploys it like some kungfu master. 'Two white rice! This is spinach with clams! This one chilli crab! This one lobster meat with salad sauce! This one ginger onion venison! Anything else haven't come up?'Uh.... 'no, don't think so,' Jo says, smiling. 'Thank you.''Okay good!' The waitress storms off as you begin picking at the food. Everything smells bloody delicious, and Jo shifts her seat next to you so she can look at the beach as well. As you lick the chilli gravy off a crab leg and look the thing over for any massive damage points, Jo grabs a crab claw. 'Do you want the crab roe?' She says. 'Or shall we share it?'> Yes. Crab roe. > Share it. > Jo evidently likes it; let her have it. After a while you manage to prise off enough shell to suck on the legs, and just then you spot a group of teenage girls - the older sort of teenage, probably college-age - laughing and shrieking as they tear down the beach, wearing bikini tops and denim shorts. Jo glances at you. 'Fancy those?''Who do *you* fancy?'Jo scans the beach, then nods at a man who's just hauled up his kayak and is hoisting it on his shoulders to walk back. He's wearing a wet suit, which seems a bit strange for someone just kayaking. 'He's not bad.''Didn't know you liked beef.''He's not *that* beefy!' Jo points. 'How about those girls?'You turn to see two girls, athletically built and wearing lifejackets over swimsuits, laughing as they haul up another yacht. Back to the teenage girls. Actually there's also that full-figured woman who's just sitting there, chilling out... > What say? What sort're you after? > Say anything else for dinner? It's a great chance to talk, after all. > Or you can just EAT.
>>27646042Let's just eat before we go seduce the female population of the beach, shall we?
>>27646042>> Share it.> What say? What sort're you after? I like the athletic type honestly, as a side not mention it that they have more stamina> Say anything else for dinner? It's a great chance to talk, after all.Ask if she wants to go skinny dipping.
>>27646042>Share it.as for> What say? What sort're you after? The two athletically built girls, though they're all fine choices.
>>27646042>athletically built and wearing lifejackets over swimsuitsyou cant go wrong with that one.
>>27646103>>27646117>>27646127/tg/ loves dem athletic girls, it seems.I'm surprised, I expected to see more votes for the full-figured woman.Let's to honest though, he'd fuck 'em all given the chance.
>>27646144He WILL fuck'em all when he has time.
>>27646144Yep, let's fuck 'em all.
>>27646163It's a busy schedule we keep.
>>27646144If we had the time,luck, and money we would orchestrate an orgy with us as the only guy.
>>27646144We'll get it done eventually, but I'd advise against a harem. Too difficult in our situation.
>>27646186Well, we've got time and luck if the past few days are any indication.We just need to make some more cash.
>>27646206Fortunately, this city we live in seems to be totally okay with casual sex, so we just have to avoid getting serious with anyone we're not truly interested in.
>>27646222You mean like those two girls where we asked them if we are gonna be a thing.(i still don't know why people chose that)
>>27646144So perhaps an answer like."I prefer athletic girls, but let's be honest, I'm a guy, so they're all good."
>>27646252This works for me, but cough except fatties when i'm sober.
>>27646207>>27646206>>27646186>>27646179>>27646169>>27646163>>27646144>>27646084>>27646098>>27646103>>27646117>>27646127> 'Oh, if only all Rome had but a single vagina!' Cried Caesar. > Incidentally, since the Latin for 'neck' is 'cervix', the original works surprisingly well. 'We'll share it, of course,' you say, though you aren't really sure what the crab roe is exactly. Jo pries it out for you - a mass of orange goop in the red gravy. You taste it and, holy shit, it tastes like clarified butter mixed with concentrated seawater extract and all the sweetness of crab meat in a single mouthful. 'This is really good!''I'm glad you liked it,' she says, clearly disappointed. 'I was hoping to share the cholesterol with someone.'As you eat, you continue talking now and then. You show your preference for the athletically built girls as well, which you perhaps intended as a bit of a hint; Jo's on the slender side, but she's *athletic*, that's for damn sure. With her Toad Stance, and her single left-handed punch-'Oh wait, you're left handed!''What, you only figured?' She's holding the crab shell-cracker in her left hand, crushing the crab claw as you watch. 'My mum - well, my maids that she instructed - tried to train me into right-handedness. So I can write with both hands, but left is more comfortable.''Huh.' You look her over again, and then gesture to the beach. 'Can both your hands swim just as well too?'She gets your meaning, and frowns. 'We'll see. Swimming on a full stomach is pretty bad...'> Roll d100. > She has a point. Swim anyway? > Or go hit on someone else; the restaurant's beginning to fill up, some with families but also with gaggles of youngsters. > Also, if no more talk, we can timeskip through the eating?
>>27646269Timeskip through the rest of the eating, sit on the beach for a little bit until our dinner settles, then go swimming with Jo.
Rolled 31>>27646306>>27646269This, but get some liquor.
Rolled 42>>27646269What're we rolling for?We can wait a while before we swim, just chill on the beach when we're done eating.
Rolled 54>>27646269I'm up for any choice.
Rolled 27>>27646269Lets chill and drink some booze.
O my fuking God. pissing shrimp. The one thing that I can never get tired of. I like mine plain oiled in water and with some olive oil and sweet soy sauce for dip. So juicy!!!
>>27646363>>27646337>>27646332So are we rolling for persuasion or an encounter?
Rolled 59>>27646269No hitting on other people while Jo is around, it's just rude to abandon the person you're hanging out with to go trolling for ass, no matter their gender.
>>27646332>>27646337>>27646353>>27646363>>27646385Whatever we're rolling for, we're mediocre as fuck.
Rolled 13>>27646306Oh yeah, forgot to roll.
>>27646385>>27646383>>27646375>>27646363>>27646353>>27646337>>27646332>>27646306> 59: Oh dear. Will come later though, and it's not bad, don't fret. You finish the dinner, topped off with several bottles of beer, and when the bill comes you're way past caring about the fact that it's $115. Fuck it, that means the guy in a suit paid for you! Joke's on him!> You now have $890. 'Oh man, that was good,' Jo gets up, then sways a little. 'Fuck. I'm tipsy.''You only had, like, three beers,' you say. You're perfectly fine, meanwhile. Perfectly fine! You're walking in a straight line! That's actually not really straight. Nonetheless you steady her and the two of you stumble onto the beach, neither of you really dressed for it. Well, Jo's wearing denim shorts too, but still... 'Let's go drink some more before we swim!''You want to drown or something?' But then Jo laughs. 'Fuck, let's do it! Over there!'You stumble over the sand, passing strolling couples, strolling groups of friends, strolling families, snogging couples, a few singletons here and there, and get eventually to a rather quiet pub and shack, one of several just above the tide line. Two more beers, and you're flopped down on the beach chairs. 'Ah...' Jo glugs her strange Polish beer. 'So. What sort of music are you into, man? And are you a dog or cat person?'> What do/say/ask? Turns out Jo's a talkative drunk then...> Or you can cut the crap and drag her to the water's edge if you want.> Or do something else. Free will, you people!
>>27646522Definitely a cat person. Ever seen those fuck?
>>27646522>>27646522Dog person, and we can ramble about all sorts of music.Since this is a harsh city under the corporate bootheel in not-Britain, Punk music best get an honorable mention.>>27646598Cats have pretty bland, ordinary mammal sex, dude, except with dickbarbs.
>>27646522Dogs of course.(would have liked to say tiger, but that is out of our paygrade)
>>27646522Rock, club music, something obscure as fuck, be eclectic.
Rolled 96>>27646621Yeah, don't forget those dickbarbs.Ever read the Red Dwarf books?
>>27646522We can go down to the water's edge later. No rush, we just ate.
>>27646662I'm not sure I want to know what that 96 means in this context....and no, never read the books.
>>27646621Sounds good to me, second. Maybe also mention our occasional love affair with club electronica.
>>27646682That was a pretty funny coincidence, forgot to take it off.
>>27646621>>27646648>>27646650>>27646662>>27646663You search your mind for something as eclectic as you can think of. 'Well, I'm definitely a dog person,' you start. 'You know, loyal, brave, all that.''Oh man, I'm a cat person!''Really? What the hell are they good for?''Oh, you have no idea. Dogs are useless at hunting except in packs, and it takes forever. I had this cat once that would drop little gifts for me all the time...' her voice trails off as she stops the reminiscing and takes a swig of beer. 'Anyway. Music?''I like all sorts, man. Punk's good.''Agreed.''Some of the Scandinavian post-pop alkaline cool-beat electroclub music's pretty nice,' you say, partly making things up and partly remembering. 'You've got pretty good taste,' she says. But it's only when you stumble onto 'old-school tonal jazz' that she lights up. 'Wait, you like jazz too? You ever been to Groobie's?''Can't say I have, no...''We need to go to Groobie's one day! We must! I'll toast to that!' You clink bottles, and then you notice someone approaching you, smiling. Great, just as you were about to propose the skinny-dipping. 'Aren't the two of you... the ones who had a fight at Ellsburn Market?' He says, sitting down next to you. Jo glances between the two of you. > Yep. > Nope. > Ignore. Swim time!> Other.
>>27646774>> Ignore. Swim time!Fuck him, we are having a good time.
>>27646774Yeah, we were. And why don't we give him a demonstration for being a fucking dick and interrupting?
>>27646774>YepCould be a job offer, we may as well hear him out. Hopefully we can move him on before the mood is totally ruined though.
>>27646815Bit much, we'd rather not get a reputation as a thug.We can make it obvious that now isn't the time without resorting to beating his ass though.
>>27646774>Nope, swim time."Sorry what? You must have me confused with someone else, excuse me."
>>27646774>IgnoreWhat kind of person just wanders up to a guy and girl out at the beach together and sits down with them to strike up a conversation?
>>27646806>>27646815>>27646821>>27646844>>27646872>>27646892>>27646918You glare at him, who returns the look impassively. He looks pretty tough, but for getting in the way of a nice conversation you really wouldn't mind answering his question by giving him a little demo. But just as you're sitting up, Jo reaches over and grabs your shoulder, and you think better of it. 'Well, you know,' you say instead, lying back down, 'you came around at just the right time. I don't trust my clothes to strangers normally, but if you want to talk to us, could you please help us watch the clothes?'He continues his impassive schtick for a few seconds, then breaks into a smile. 'Yeah, sure. I'll wait.'And with that you begin stripping, and Jo follows suit. Trust her to wear a sports bra! She really does prefer to keep her assets contained, you must say... both of you pile your clothes on with the man, and then run off into the sea. Jo screeches as she runs straight into an incoming wave and is knocked off her feet; you panic momentarily, but then she bobs up, laughing. 'Oh god it's COLD!'You wade over to her, feeling your body getting used to the shock of a dip in cold water. She's laughing and swimming, making good progress despite the waves, gradually moving away from you into deeper water. 'Can you swim? You better be able to, man! I can't save you if you go down!'You turn back to see the man, sitting calmly there, having folded all your clothes into a pile on one beach seat. Huh. That's a nice recommendation of his character, at least... > Swim after her. > Admire her. > Other.
>>27647015>Swim after her.Challenge Accepted.Besides, this just means we can admire her from closer up.
>>27647015>> Swim after her.Bitch in high school we were part of the swim team.( we were the best, but got kicked out for having a drinking party in one of the hotel rooms.)
>>27647015>Swim after herThen>Admire herThen>Romance and shit
>>27647015>> Swim after her.A little grab ass won't hurt anyone.
>>27647015> Swim after her. > Admire her. Shouldn't be too hard to do both.
>>27647072I like this idea, but maybe a little grab ass/admire action as well.
>>27647035>>27647063>>27647072>>27647079>>27647085>>27647096You swim after her, laughing despite yourself. Hah! Keep up? You could easily *catch* up. The waves bear you up and down, but you do manage to make headway, head bobbing above then below the water to see Joanna. Still, she's a damned good swimmer, and it takes you some time before you catch her. Thankfully, she's kept enough of her wits not to lead you all the way out into deep water; but still you are treading water when you reach and touch her thighs and she laughs, going vertical and treading up to you. Her hair is now plastered on her face, her eyes lit up by the shore lights, a little slanted smile, as water flows down her face, drips off her nose and chin. Dear me. 'What're you looking at?' You ask her, noticing her glancing behind you now and then.'Just making sure that guy doesn't run off with all our money,' she says, reaching for your shoulder so you don't drift apart. 'If he does, we're screwed. And you?'> What do/say, man?
>>27647210"Its not the first time i had to walk back home naked from the beach.
>>27647210Hold close and kiss properly.
>>27647303>>27647257This sounds good,
>>27647303Let's do it. FOR GLORY.
>>27647257>>27647303>>27647308>>27647357'What about me what?' You lower your voice. 'What are you looking at?' She knows damn well, of course. She's looking right at you. Your hands, under water, reach for the small of her back, and pull her up against you so you can feel her belly against yours. Just three inches between your lips now. 'What do you think, mate?'She closes the distance. Jo tastes of chilli crab; of seawater and soy sauce and some spice and just a little hint of garlic because nothing in life is perfect. Her hands clasp around your back, pulling you closer still, and you can feel her tits squashed on your chest. She pulls away, looks at you and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. 'Phwoar. How was that?'> What do/say? > Joanna kissed! (Admittedly, already did that earlier, but still.)
>>27647464I don't know, kiss her again? Ask her if she wants to come back to our place? Have a few more kisses and go back to that guy?
>>27647491>Ask her if she wants to come back to our placeShe lives with us anon.
>>27647464"I don't know, might need a second taste."
>>27647491Maybe we should go back on land before taking this further? Or let's slip hand under sports bra, see if she's fine with that.
>>27647519Didn't know that, so cheers.
>>27647547How did you miss that? It's not like it was a secret.
>>27647464Go back and see what the guy wants.
>>27647464Much fun as it'd be to carry this on now, that guy on the beach is still watching us.Just smiling, silently, watching us...Let's continue this later.Might be worth saying the >Ask her if she wants to come back to our place?thing as a joke though.
>>27647547>>27647537>>27647530>>27647519>>27647491'I don't know, man. Think I need a second opinion.'So she gives you a second opinion, a little more lively this time; you slide your hand up her belly and tease the fabric of her sports bra, gently requesting entry. She doesn't seem to mind, so you push your hand in, gently cupping her. It's a lovely handful, let's put it that way. She pulls back without getting your hand off her breast, and then you give her a third opinion, and she gives you a fourth, and OH GOD SOMETHING BRUSHED AGAINST YOUR FEET AND- Oh. Both of you look down; the waves have very kindly pushed you back towards the shore, and you quickly withdraw your hand, since you can see that there's a small crowd gathered to see what you're doing now. Thankfully it's a bit too dark to recognise your face, so you quickly scurry out of the water and walk past while a few tipsy onlookers applaud you. 'Had a nice time, I hope,' the man is still watching your clothes. You feel the money... still there. 'My name's Adrian, you see, and I'm a fixer.'Jo, panting slightly, soaking wet in her blue sports bra and matching briefs, glances at you, ready to let you speak. > Okay... what do you want to talk about?> Why don't you fix it to fuck off? > Others.
>>27647574I got involved briefly when we were doing things with bratwurst then missed everything until the thread today.
>>27647626>Okay... what do you want to talk about?I think the guy's proven himself decent enough that we can hear him out at least.
>>27647626Well we might as well see what he wants. Then tell him to fuck off.Anyway, I'm off, anons.
>>27647627In the first thread we thought we were living with a guy named Joe, because we were drunk and unemployed when we started renting this flat together, and stayed drunk for several weeks thereafter.We learned otherwise pretty quickly when we sobered up.
>>27647626Fixer means jobs, and he seems like an okay enough guy that it probably won't be anything dodgy enough to upset Jo.Let's talk.
>>27647626Hear him out, he waited this long for a chance to talk.
>>27647626>"Good, I need a fixer and you can restrain yourself enough to not shit where you want to eat. What do you want?"
>>27647626Let's hear him out.
>>27647711>>27647719>>27647730>>27647627>>27647648>>27647654>>27647663>>27647674>>27647711To be honest, your current mood is pretty visible given that you're wearing only boxers. But then again, he has been sitting all this while. You look at Jo, who shrugs, then sigh and sit down. 'All right. So you're a fixer. You fix things.''Something like that, yeah.''And you're looking for us on the basis of our reputation for being pretty good fighters, I'm guessing.''To be honest,' Adrian says, 'if you have any other talents - and I'm sure you do - I'd be glad to hear them.'You're about to speak when Jo cuts in. 'I can cook and am pretty handy with electronics and gardening.''Excellent, ma'am. I'll keep that in mind.' He flicks you a namecard. 'But for now, I was considering if you'd take a semi-regular gig to help us... patrol some facilities.''I'm sorry, could you be a bit more vague please? I'm getting too good an idea of what the hell I'm being asked to do, which I don't like.' You narrow your eyes, but Adrian smiles. He actually does look pretty nice. And while you are sure you can take him in a fight, it has to be said that he looks rather more built and defined than you. Somewhat the kind Jo likes, actually, judging by her 'who I'd fuck' list just now. Hmph. 'Oh, well, we have a few facilities to patrol. But I suppose, if you're urgent to have a feel for how things are, I've got an event in Apricot Hills tomorrow evening. 7 pm.''What event is it?''Open air cinema,' he smiles. 'Don't want anyone watching outside the fence, you know? Rather have an audience that pays properly. Doesn't sound hard, I hope?'> What say to that?> Also, what do after talking to Adrian? You have his name card. He could be useful.
>>27647845Ask what it pays.
>>27647845What we're gonna do is Jo, once we're done with our beachfront business.>"As an observer. I'm not a one dinner kind of girl. If I think we're compatible I'll call."
>>27647845>He actually does look pretty nice.Homosexual makeouts now.
>>27647845Not like we've got any other plans, we could check out the job tomorrow, if we like it, we might be up for more work, if not, we walk.Though we should check that Jo's cool with it too before we sign her up for anything.
>>27647845> Also, what do after talking to Adrian? You have his name card. He could be useful.What sort of time is it?
>>27647984>>27647999>>27647906>>27647925>>27647927> It's.... about 9, now. Good time for bed. You're tired. > Heck, even your skypiercer is rather tired. It's in skypiercing mode, but it's like in those certain episodes of an anime where the final attack is somehow weakened and... never mind. 'How much does it pay?''Well, for a single night, eighty? A hundred?' He shrugs. 'Depends what the cinema makes, doesn't it? So if you can get a lot of people standing outside to buy a ticket and get in, then maybe you get a good cut too.'Huh. You nod. 'May I confer with my colleague for a moment?'Adrian spreads his hands, a generous gesture, and sits back as you turn around. Jo raises an eyebrow as you lean closer. 'What?''So, your place or mine? Though I'm not sure about going all the way...'She doesn't slap you, but merely smiles while giving you a little pinch on the base of your neck that REALLY HURTS. You yelp and curl up as she chuckles, before sitting up. 'Mr. Adrian?''Please, save the titles.''We're going,' she says, and gets up to shake his hand while you retch. The little bitch! As Adrian walks off, she pats your shoulder. 'Don't be a ninny, it doesn't even hurt that much. Let's go.' The pain does recede very quickly, though, as you follow Jo to the bus stop, both of you wearing dripping-wet clothes. The bus home comes 5 minutes later, and you get on. It's gone back to being a quiet bus again... and then a raucous group of students comes in, talking about nothing in particular at very high volume. > Do anything before timeskip to home?> If timeskipping, what do once you get in the door?
>>27648072Our hyperweapon is weakened?
>>27648072>Do anything before timeskip to home?Play with jo, we have to keep the mood good and all.>>27648094
>>27648139I don't know why i love this image from(the one i'm posting)
>>27648139>Play with jo, we have to keep the mood good and all.I think the mood was ruined around the time she vulcan nerve pinched us.
>>27648286no way. That's just the foreplay.
>>27648072We're tired and wet, not saying we should be in a bad mood, but we probably aren't in a mood to do much more than dry ourself off and go sleep when we get back.
>>27648286We can still rekindle the heat anon.
>>27648139>>27648094>>27648161> Dear me. You continue talking to Jo about... you don't really remember what you're talking about now, except that you're slightly tipsy, and she's slightly tipsy, and you feel really quite nice. Your hands trail along her flanks, and she presses against you gently. Her flanks feel nice... so do her thighs... You do remember you were talking about pine cones when you enter the flat. Why the fuck were you even talking about pine cones? You can't remember. But that conversation ends as she stops you jabbering on about the things with her lips. Kissing and tongue-fencing gets you all of the three paces into Jo's room, where she manages to not get pushed down and twists around to land on top of you instead. Man, to feel her body moving, the work of muscles under your hands... you pull off her top easily, but then as you grip her wet bra, ready to finally see her topless, she stops you. 'I... don't really feel like fucking right now,' she says, pushing your hands back down on the soft mattress. Then, with one hand reaching for your pants, 'but if you do feel very horny, and I think you do, I can finish you off.''Huh,' you say, shuddering nonetheless as she undoes your trousers and feels you through the cloth of the boxers. 'Sorry about that,' she mutters. 'I don't mind cuddling either...'> What do/say?
>>27648374We should probably take a shower first to get the ocean water off, then cuddle in bed. We can go one night without sex.
>>27648374>Protagonist takes what he can get from Jo!>Ride the lightning>Cuddle a bitch?
>>27648374I think both of us are pretty knackered right now. Make out some, grope each other, and probably end up falling asleep together seems like the most likely turn of events.
>>27648374Eh, no rush, shower off the sea water, then engage in some hardcore, unprotected cuddling.
>>27648411one. only one.
>>27648460Think of it as an investment in future sex.
>>27648411>>27648412>>27648418>>27648428>>27648438> The Protagonist is generally the honourable sort, I take it?
>>27648507Seems like it.Either that or he's just too tired to be anything but honourable.
>>27648507No, he's just not a douchebag.
>>27648507More like doesnt want to get sued/his ass kicked/foster bad blood with a friend.We only rape men.
>>27648507Of course."Don't be a dick" is a fine philosophy for life.
>>27648507>Acting dishonourably towards our girlbro.Not even once!
>>27648507Well, it IS one of his friends. No means no, there's a line that he has.
>>27648585>>27648571>>27648534>>27648536>>27648507>>27648475>>27648460>>27648458You look her over, and then smile. 'Nothing to apologise about, man. It's all up to you. Anyway, I'm a little knackered myself. And we're lying on your bed after being soaked in seawater.'She knows what you mean, and so the two of you retire into the shower, where you finally get to reveal Joanna. She smiles, tweaking the water heater, as you admire her tits. They're not very big, but her physical conditioning has made them shapely and perky. Or does physical conditioning have anything to do with it? Certainly it's got to do with the abs and other muscles visible under her skin. Eventually you reach a compromise water temperature. She complains that it's cold, but you simply hug her, kissing her shoulders, feeling her body against yours. Then her hand reaches for you and you gasp. 'Oh bloody hell,' you say, drawing back a little. 'What, does it hurt? Too rough?''No, I think it might be a bit overworked.''Go for it anyway?' She gives it a tug and a slight squeeze. Oof. You nod, and she works it slowly while allowing you to kiss her long, graceful neck. As you lick her ears she shudders, her hand tightens, and your endurance calls it a day as you hold her, pleasure washing over you. You get back just in time to see the strands wash down. 'You know the average human ejaculation has like, a supercomputer's worth of data?' Jo says. 'Looks like a bit of a waste, doesn't it?'> Anything to say to that before cuddling and sleeping?
>>27648624We were going to rape her when she was unconscious and we thought she had a penis.
>>27648660>"I call little spoon~">pull on your bunny suit onesie
>>27648671That was just friendly banter between guy friends.Or are you saying you don't rape your male friends when they're unconscious, then have a good laugh about it together later?
>>27648660Maybe we can make a buck by turning my spunk into computer chips.
>>27648660He he, I remember that thread.Just regular talk until we get to the bed. I think the day's done for now.
>>27648660"Way to go, Jo, that right there tops the list of weird shit girls have said when I blow my load."Then comes cuddling and sleeping.>Time for me to go sleep too, night OP, thanks for the quest.
>>27648671A man is fair game.
>>27648818sexist. not cool
>>27648760Say this, but say its in the top 5.
>>27648760> Good night, and thank you for playing. >>27648818> No he bloody well isn't. >>27648741>>27648730>>27648714>>27648703'That's the best post-coming line I've heard in a long time,' you say, and reward her with a kiss on the collarbone. Then you get dressed, minimally, and pull her into bed - your bed, she decides. 'I call little spoon.''Don't be ridiculous,' she says, and for half a minute or so the two of you wrestle in slow motion, half pushing and half just touching. Your hands linger on her ribs, hard against supple skin, before you shove her, and then she pushes her back right up against your chest, and you're too tired to force the point. 'You do notice I'm completely unshaven, of course.''Yeah, that was quite obvious.''You're not the sort gets grossed out by that, right?' Jo leans forward a little to get out of your face. Your left hand trails downward past her belly to graze the hard, curly hairs in response. 'Course not. Goodnight, Jo.''Mmm.'> Roll d100.
Rolled 64>>27648853We talkin' full 1970s Deepthroat bush, or what
Rolled 45 + 5>>27648853rawllin
>>27648981Shit that +5 is actually from warlord quest
>>27648865>>27648872>>27648878> I have no idea how big that bush was. > 98: A good start to the day. You wake up with your nose deep in a pile of hair, smelling lavender and a little oil, and then realise it's Jo, lying motionless and nearly naked in your arms. She's straightened out a bit, but otherwise she's not really moved from being the little spoon. Then you feel her nipple in your palm and realise that's because you're cupping her. Which is good; you wouldn't want to feel anyone's nipple when detached from their breast, Jo or not Jo. Her legs are slightly spread, and your hand is almost in between them, again feeling her hair; that seems rather impolite, and you quickly withdraw. But before long she takes your hand and pushes it back down there. 'Wait. Are you awake?' You murmur into her hair. She moves her head slightly. 'So what are you doing?''Return the favour,' she murmurs, and pats your hand gently. Well, you're not one to disobey instructions of such a nature, are you? You give it a touch and stroke, and can feel her shoulders tighten, push against you. 'Mmm.'> Go at it vigorously, excite her. > It's only the bloody morning, let's go slow. > Withdraw hand, get up, go make breakfast. THE DAY MUST START PROPERLY. > Other.
Rolled 7>>27649021>> Go at it vigorously, excite her.
>>27649021>> Go at it vigorously, excite her.No guts, no glory.
>>27649021> It's only the bloody morning, let's go slow.
>>27649021low and slow, baby, like god intended man to wake women.
>>27649021>> It's only the bloody morning, let's go slow. nibble on her ear too
>>27649093I forgot to add, it's never too early to go diving for muff.>slink under the sheets and see what happens
>>27649021"I think I'd rather have breakfast."Then slide under the covers and return the favor properly.
>>27649184This anon gets it.
>>27649184This is good.
>>27649184Ha ha, yes.
>>27649184Well it loos like every one wants this, but does this mean slow and steady or quick and wild?
>>27649184yea this is the response
>>27649263Low and slow, anon. A vagina is like barbecue.
>>27649300Oh Jesus, I hope that's not canon.
>>27649227>>27649248>>27649263>>27649271>>27649219>>27649192>>27649184>>27649040>>27649067>>27649072>>27649093>>27649098>>27649169Feeling her excitement, you begin working at her vigorously at first, fingers slipping around, listening for when you found the right-'Ah! Hell!'Well, there you are. But as you tighten one hand around her right breast and begin moving over her, her hand grips yours as she pants into the pillow. 'Slow... slowly...'You smile and nibble her ear, which itself makes her gasp sharply. Feeling the contours of her lobes with your tongue as your fingers delve and part and circle, slower this time, coaxing the moisture from her. Joanna reaches around with her other hand, touching your own implement, as she pants and moans into the sheets and you feel her skin getting warm and slippery with sweat. Then you stop. 'Eh?' Sitting up, you roll her on her back, admiring how her tits are now a bright, lovely flushed pink, as is her tummy, and under. Her body rises and falls as she stares at you, one hand already reaching for herself before you stop it. 'Oi. What're you doing? Finish...''Nah. I'm having breakfast.''You little bas- oh.' She flashes you a smile as you head down, studying her womanhood. It is a good womanhood. A fine one. It is a good place to settle. You will do well here. Oh get on with it. You go at it, slowly, as Jo's words fade into incoherent moans and grunts and her hand presses you tightly against it and you are smeared all over and- Jo gives a loud cry, writhing as you continue to kiss and nuzzle, until finally she arches her back once and slumps back with a thump. You move up to her again, and she giggles. 'Sir enjoy your meal?'> What do/say? > What do for today, Protagonist?
>>27649338>"Fine dining, although I could have done with bottomless mimosas."
>>27649338Kiss her. Then"Now what do YOU want for breakfast?"
>>27649338>> What do/say?>>27649388This but also say that crab roe can't beat it.
>>27649388Whoops, I just thought of something.>"Fine dining, although I could have done with bottomless mimosas. Speaking of, how about another few hours of rolling around in bed and we'll get brunch."
So how long, until we pop joes cherry.
>>27649405>>27649389>>27649388>>27649373You kiss Jo, and after you pull away she holds you close and licks your face clean. 'I taste pretty nice,' she says. 'Better than crab roe, even. Good breakfast. Could do with bottomless mimosas, though.'That remark draws a frown from her, though. 'Mimosas are like, golden orange. I didn't know you were into that sort of shit, mate.''That is *not* what I fucking meant, Joanna!' Seriously, the stuff she thinks up! As she laughs you ask her what kind of breakfast she wants, and also what plans she's got for the day. 'Me... I kinda want a sausage roll.''That's handy, because-''Not that,' she interrupts. 'Sorry. I mean like an actual sausage roll, from the deli down the road...''So what'll you do today then?' You got distracted peppering her face and neck with kisses. Was it a sausage roll or a croissant she wanted again? 'Dunno. Probably go pay some visits and see if I can string anything up. Then maybe the gym. But I'll see you for the Apricot Hills thing, no?'> What do/say? The order has been given.> What are YOU doing this morning?
>>27649518I don't think I get this other mimosa joke. Is it a UK thing?>"Are you SURE you're not fancying some sausage?">shake what your momma gave you>"Hope so. I don't want to go it alone. Maybe I should start exercising again. I can't keep getting the shit beaten out of my face..."
>>27649568The only thing I know about mimosas is that they're similar to a bloody mary, in that you can drink them in the morning without being socially stigmatized. Also, they're orange juice and champ-agne.
>>27649568I think if it's yellow, it looks like piss. But if your piss looks like mimosa, fuuuuuck.
>>27649518"yea see you there "tell her about the pool fight guy see what she thinks.
>>27649568Watersports anon. Watersports.
>>27649616Ohhhhhhhhhhh, I get it, it was a fucking water sports joke.Goddamnit, Jo. Nasty bitch.
>>27649657>>27649655>>27649649>>27649616>>27649612>>27649568> Thank you for mutual enlightenment. 'Man,' you say, sitting to watch Jo change, 'maybe I should start exercising too. Is that gym free?''Nothing's free, man,' she says. 'To be honest, when the month's over, I'd be out of a place to exercise too. We'll just have to spar when that happens, I suppose.'You nod, and then tell Jo that if she can find mechanical work, you might be up for it. Then you tell her about the pool fighting thing, and she turns to you. 'I'm sure you can probably take it. But do you want to?''It's money,' you shrug.''It's not guaranteed, and you could get the shit kicked out of you doing it.' She throws you your clothes, then leans in to peck you on the cheek. 'I don't think that's a good thing, personally. I'll find you a tutoring job or a repairing stuff job instead, why don't I? Now go get me breakfast.' She shoves you out of bed and goes back to sitting in yours. > cont'd.
>>27649779You've always enjoyed - well, kinda - walking down to the Green Clover deli and bakery in the morning. Sure, the walkway out to the street smells of piss, and there's hobos and other people who sometimes get quite aggressive if you cross them, but then within twenty metres of the Green Clover even piss doesn't smell stronger than the lovely smell of freshly baked bread and pastries. Oh, also, the place is run by three sisters, one to bake and two up front. The baker girl is tall, stately, and somehow looks formidable; the other two are very nice looking too. Today there's just one of them, though. 'Hey, morning!'You order two sausage rolls, know Jo's appetite, and get a couple of sandwiches as well. > Cash: $862 (spent $20 on drinks last night)'So how're you today?''Pretty good,' you say. 'Where's your sister?''Oh,' she frowns slightly, in worry. 'She's, uh, she had some surgery, and is at home resting in bed right now.''I hope it's not serious?''No, no, the surgery went well and she'll recover. But, well, I'd go see her but the morning rush is incoming, isn't it... anyway, here's your stuff!'> What do/say?
>>27649867"You know, if you want someone to work part time I would be willing to help out, what's minimum wage these days?"
>>27649908na but this is perfict for jo
>>27649867>Why don't I cover for you?then steal stuff, even cash from the register if possible.Also we should collect scrap metal, that shit got me through some tough times.
>>27649867"Thanks. Tell her we said we hope she's well.">dat ineffable english politenessAre there any other shops on the same street as Green Clover?
>>27649908>>27649938Guys, you're getting this wrong. Why don't we house-sit? Look after the sick girl?
>>27649947> Oh yes. You're on the main street in your neighbourhood (the High Street where you met Erica and bought clothes is a short bus ride away). > There's the bakery, there's the Pot for Fools Irish pub, there's a grocery store, a barber, a butcher. Among some others. It's a short but sufficient neighbourhood street, is what I'm saying.
>>27649947This. We already have some jobs lined up.
>>27650020Jo needs a job, how about giving jo this job, she did say she knew how to cook..
>>27650050baking isn't cooking by any stretch of imagination, darling Anon.>>27650013Oh. Cool. How's our hair looking? Maybe we should get a trim and hang out with the barbers.Barbers are always the fucking gnarliest dudes. I bet they might even know of a few employment leads...Let's stop by the butcher and get a couple of chops. It'll be a late night, but we can let those bastards marinade all day, toss them in the oven for a while, basically cooks itself.
>>27650050>>27650020>>27649966>>27649947>>27649938>>27649932>>27649908> Not into the service personnel, people? 'Oh man. Well, please tell her we hope she's fine.''Thanks, I will.' She laughs. 'Well, once I'm done with this, anyway.''You know, why don't I get my flatmate to cover you here? Or to go pay your sister a visit? She can cook and all that...''What? Oh no I couldn't, that's way too much trouble-''Trust me, she loves getting troubled this way. I'll be back.'When you go back, Jo is wearing a fitting vest and shorts, practicing her jabs in the walkway. 'Hey Jo, want something to do after your exercise? And what did you just do? I thought you're waiting for breakfast in bed.''I got bored. 60 crunches, 60 push-ups, 100 squats so far.' Jab jab, jab jab. 'What did you want to do?'You tell her your plan, and she raises an eyebrow. 'I could do that. Make a soup for her or something, even...'Thus, after breakfast and a little footsie, you take Jo down to the Green Clover where she agrees to help house-sit and sister-sit. Thankfully, it's just two streets down, so Jo soon takes her leave of the two of you. Then you smile and take your leave of the baker's, as well...Huh. Well, one whole day to be spent! This sounds promising already. > What do? Go to another shop? Hop on a bus or the Metro? > Explore metal scrap idea?
>>27650166should've waited a bit to hit submit on >>27650164.>call Bethany. "ey gurl wuts up u in for the flat?">Examine flowing golden locks in mirror>Admire selfWhat sort of state is the flat in? With only one or two hundred bucks we could get some second hand/used stereo equipment and some records, CDs, and cassettes. Maybe invite Erica and Alexis over to listen...
>>27650224>>27650164Your flat is not in the best state, and music wise it's woeful. Then again, you do have a much neglected laptop, and maybe some speakers would suffice to make it a more musical place. Holding some parties in your place might be nice, that's for sure. You text Bethany, knowing she's probably preparing to work, and soon she replies to you that she's not going to move out of her flat so soon after moving in, but that she's preparing to receive another two flatmates. 'Saw them both, separately, think we'll get on well! Both Sandra and Nell are really nice.'Suddenly there's more reasons to visit her, as if you needed too many. You head down to the barber's, and he looks up at you. 'Morning. In for a cut?' Basil is well known in the neighbourhood, of course - someone who gets around. Some people say he's involved in certain... interesting businesses. > What do/say, Protagonist?> Also, one or two more posts, and I should call it a day. Need sleep. Thanks for playing, people!
>>27650416>reply to Bethany "Sounds like I need to pop on over...">"Sure. Need the scruff cut off. Think like Tom Cruise from the first Mission Impossible days got fucked by Gerard Butler and they had a big, beautiful gayby with magnificent hair.">"How's business?"
>>27650486> Right, last post for today. > Questions, suggestions etc. welcome. > I'm working on a wiki too!Bethany replies that you're welcome to come over, though she's working and quite busy at the moment, trying to scratch up enough funding for her homeless charity. It seems the other two also work in the charity sector... You grin at the barber as he guides you into the seat. 'Yeah, mostly just trimming myself a little.''Your hair looks fine, mate, but if you say so...' 'How's business, then?' You ask him, and to your surprise he's pretty candid about it despite you being relatively new to this area. Maybe it's just because he's seen you go up and down this street a lot. 'Business as in, the barber's, or the illegal stuff?''Heh, why not talk about the illegal stuff then? It's not like I got Security Insurance, anyway.''The fish farm's going fine,' he says. Wait, fish what? 'The females are laying, well some of them are, but it's a hell of a job trying to keep the eggs separated once they're fertilised. Don't want the girls eating each other's babies now, do we?'> What... what do/say to that?
>>27650690We ought to find more girls, possibly. Let's go to the pub or something. Or maybe go to another neighbourhood. Or near the party beach?
>>27650690"Fish farm huh?"Act like its nothing completely out of the ordinary.
>>27650486>>27650416This, but also ask if he knows any jobs that we can do.(mention our major in chemistry and minor in mechanical engineering)
>>27650690u da best, as always, hoss. See you next time <3
>>27650690That sounds down right insidious.
>>27650690Prod a little into the business of fish farming. Try to get an idea of how much he makes.
>>27650746>>27650782>>27652421>>27653522'Fish farm, huh?' You nod as much as you can with a pair of razor-sharp scissors hovering over your ear, smiling and trying to sound nonchalant. 'That's nice, that...'What the hell is a fish farm an euphemism for? Uh... fish... fishy... brothel? Oh god that must be it, isn't it? What with all the fish laying and eating each other's babies WHAT KIND OF A BROTHEL IS THIS EVEN?!'Yeah, fish farm!' The barber continues snipping, then laughs. 'You must think it's a bit of a silly hobby, but honestly, it's surprisingly lucrative. The number of people in China and Hong Kong and Singapore who're into that sort of thing, bloody astonishing.'Oh god, what is that even about... 'uh, so what sort of fish do you rear?''Betas, of course!' > cont'd.
>>27655249> Someone said find girls, go where?Well, that does it. Running a brothel of submissive girls, catering for Asian sex tourists, whose children must be kept apart before they all eat each other. That's way past even your line, let alone Jo's. You keep quiet, but unfortunately you've opened the Pandora's box that is a barber's mouth. 'They're really lovely, really pretty. It's funny. If you're only a collector, then it's always the males you go after. Because they're the ones with the huge tails, and the lovely dancer's fins, and the colours. Bright blue and red.'Wait. 'What, blue and red?''Yeah. But if you're a *breeder*... then it's the girls you care about, just the girls. Sure, they're just a normal olive colour, but god they are hard to keep happy and laying!''You're talking about actual fish?''Course! Bettas!' OH BETTAS! 'Are those illegal, really?''Well, trying to sell and breed them without a licence is, but the licence is impossible to get, innit?' He grins in the mirror, and then his face lights up when you tell him about your chemistry degree. 'Wait, but that's perfect! That means you can help me figure out some things about the water!'Uh... you're not sure your chemistry goes to that extent... then again, how fucking hard can it be? Also, what kind of chemistry did you do? > What do/say, Protagonist? He seems to be offering a job monitoring water quality for fish.
>>27655249>>27655342well holy shit you're back. This has been a blessed day!>>27655342>"Yeah, I...probably can?"Uh...pharmacology is a medical program, so pharmaceuticals is probably out, unless your programs work differently than they do here in the US. I doubt we were petroleum, so maybe composites or synthetics? Probably not agri either.Composites/Synthetics/materials science seems the most plausible.
>>27655342"Sure, but i dont know how your fish like their water, so you'll have to tell me what i'll do to the water. Once i know what to do, its shouldn't be much problem to fix the ph and minerals and shit."
>>27655382>>27655390> Composites/synthetics/organic/materials should be a fair enough range of choices, yes. > What would the players prefer, then? Please note you can't choose more than one, you've had a hell of a time even doing one specialisation after taking Mech Eng as your minor. All that drinking and fighting and hanging out you never got to do! Scandalous!
>>27655429Ooh, forgot orgo.I don't even know what the fuck orgo majors do as a career.I'm for materials. Protagonist my boy got burned out working for The Man and had his Security Apparatus friend kill his identity at the national level. Now he's a nameless, formless unemployed bum...
>>27655429>organicplease. We brew and shit.
>>27655462>>27655446> Bit of a draw here. I'll note down your votes, we can consider again later. > Weave chargen into narrative, man, weave it! 'Um...' you try to think of what the variables in water are. Acidity, of course... hardness... chlorine... anything else? You could do a quick read up. 'Yeah, sure, I could help.''Could you really, that would be fantastic!' The barber honestly looks chuffed, taking his scissors off you (which is also nice). 'You see, the thing is, the fish haven't been laying quite as much, even though I tried bloody everything with those salts they've been recommending.''Right,' you nod. Well, if he's always adding salts and tweaking pH, maybe that's what is fucking the fish up. General principle, innit, animals like some stability in their lives. Soon he finishes your hair trim. 'Right, actually, would you like to head over to my place and have a look at the fish?''How about the money for the haircut?''Oh never mind that, if you get me fish breeding properly I wouldn't need your money!'> Well, well! Go with? Or go slacking?> And if slacking, go where? It's still not yet 10 in the morning. And your body is... well, it's kinda ready now after that nice long spooning sleep.
>>27655584>Fuck it, show me the money and the fish."
>>27655584Sure lets have a look. I assume we dont know what conditions beta's like, so look up online if the barber doesnt have any info on it. Before you go, ask the man if he has ph meter, we need one.
>>27655615This is good opportunity to make a good friend with good connections without much effort. Always befriend the neighborhood barber. This will take an hour at most. and it is well worth the time.Didnt we want to make some connections? Here is a golden opportunity, so dont ask for money.
>>27655645it's...an expression, bro.Shit, man.
>>27655661>>27655645>>27655626>>27655615> Typing. Gimme a moment.
>>27655709Not to sound like a cock sucking faggot, but I'd probably give you a handy or fuck your butt if you're into that sort of thing.Thanks for being my favorite questrunner <3
>>27655615>>27655626>>27655645>>27655661You consider it. Well, it's not like you have anything to do. 'Yeah, sure, I'll go over if you don't mind.'It turns out the neighbourhood barber doesn't quite live in the neighbourhood; rather he lives in West Dene, in a nice-looking apartment block near the Cloverbourne river and its park. Wait, he's keeping fish in an apartment? Going up the lift, he chatters on more about his ambition to eventually get a warehouse and just breed bettas, never mind that it's all illegal. Somehow you think that it'd be better if he not get too much exposure out of a nice side business, but oh well. He opens the door and you realise it's a two-storey flat! Well furnished too, really, with the traces of woman and child or children - high heeled shoes, a baby scooter. 'Right,' he says, 'I think me missus is off shopping or something. Make yourself comfortable, why don't you? Get you anything to drink?''Tea would be great, thanks.' You sit in the cushy beige couch. Oh man this is a hundred times better than Erica's! Though what you did at Erica's was a bit better than twiddling thumbs here. Just then you hear someone coming down the stairs, and turn to see who is clearly a housemaid, a pretty, Eastern European like girl, casually dressed with a mop and a bucket, chestnut hair tied in a ponytail. 'Oh... good morning,' she says, nodding. Well, the god of slackers sure favours you. You smile and she gets back to work, bending to mop the dining room floor. Let's just leave it at 'the jeans are very well fitting', shall we. > What do/say?
>>27655754> 1) There's nothing wrong with being a cock sucking faggot if that's what you're into (and nothing wrong with not being one, if it's not),> 2) I'm not into that sort of thing, unfortunately, but> 3) That fucking warmed the cockles of my heart, mate. Cheers.
>>27655806>[hubba hubba intensifies]>Truly, we are blessed by the god(s)>Casual "hey girl">enjoy the only comfortable couch in our life for as long as possible>>27655822love you <3
>>27655446I like it, it works well narratively and it gives us a cool yet nebulous contact ('Jake'?) inside the deep state who we get in touch with if things ever really go balls up.
>>27655806Ask if she comes here often. Ask when she knocks off. Then get working.
>>27655903>>27655446> Shh. Don't talk about the Intelligence Coordination Headquarters so loudly. They'll hear. > But sure, would you like this as a backstory? > If so, roll d100.
>>27655903>>27655916It was mostly satire of the genre. Much more likely is we graduated with a 2.1, no summer internships, no contacts, and totally burnt out from school.A semester to "recharge," turned into "permanent unemployment binge drinking,"...until we started some shit with Jo.Who knew trying to fuck a dude in the ass would change our lives so much?
>>27655905>>27655851> Anyway, another two or three posts perhaps, then I will go. Need lunch, and to prepare for stuff. > You're a bloody awesome bunch and never forget that. You almost get caught looking at her posterior when she looks up and then looks at you, then flashes you a lovely, broad smile. 'Yes?''So you're the regular cleaner?''Every week, yes, Thursday and Monday.' She moves the bucket to the side of the dining room closer to you, dips the mop. 'Always a lot of things to wash, because of the little boy. But he's so cute.''Aww!' So he's got a son. Good to know. 'And when do you finish?'She glances at her plastic watch. 'About an hour or so, I'll do kitchen, then the downstairs toilet-''Iwona? Is that you outside?''Yes, mister!' 'You've cleaned the fish room, yes?''Yes mister, no bleach like you said, I just mopped it,' she nods as the barber comes out with two cups of tea and puts one on the dining room table for Iwona. Man, he *does* seem like a decent chap. 'So I just do kitchen now?''Good, yeah, sure.' Then, to you as you sip the tea, 'Up to the fish room?' > cont'd.
>>27656017You follow him upstairs with your cup of tea, and blink when he reveals it to you. It's... holy cow, it's a big operation. Two shelves, each with four racks, the lower racks with big tanks and the upper racks with much smaller containers. The light is gentle and violet, and the room is warm. 'Temperature has to be right, tropical fish can't stand cold,' he says. 'So basically, maybe what you can do is do some pH readings, tell me if you need anything else for readings, and then maybe come back later and tell me what needs doing?''I... sure, sure.' Just then the phone rings and he gets it. 'Hm? What? Okay okay I'll come down. Yes, yes, oh just do one first then! Sorry, there's a queue over at the shop. You fine with this setup?' You nod, and then he's off. This... you swear there's at least 80, 100 fish in here. A cursory check of your phone reveals something shocking. 'A prized specimen can sometimes fetch up to $300 in the City, where these fish are prized and low-maintenance ornamental fish.'$300! For each one! Not counting the drab females, there's still like 30 or 40 of the bright, pretty male ones in their bare tanks. Holy shit, man. > What do/say/read/research now?
>>27656033Look up for ideal conditions for betas. Get the necessary measurements and figure out what needs to be changed to improve their condition.
>>27656033>Well shit! My idea paid off! Not only are we stylin' all over the Promonotory, we now have a job-ish maybe sort of thing!>Fish for the fish god! Eggs for the egg throne!>Might as well get to work. Look around for the test/monitor equipment and get to business.
>>27656065>>27656059> Calm down, though. You don't *own* these fish, you just work on them. > But in due course, why not? (Also don't forget your brewery idea.)You search up the conditions for breeding bettas, and then get to work on measuring stuff just to find out how things are going. The barber - what's his name actually, Tony or something innit - has a toolbox, it turns out, full of detectors and stuff. Hmmm... the pH is a little bit alkaline, 7.3. But then you read that bettas adapt to anything between 6.5 to 7.5, so maybe just a little tweak there would do. The water's pretty soft, but then apparently they don't mind soft water that much either. Actually, fucking hell, bettas *are* low maintenance. They don't need oxygenated water because they can fucking breathe air. They adapt to a lot of things because they evolved in canals where shit changes quickly. After a little bit of tweaking, and draining your cup of tea, you think you've hit on the most major problem actually. Squatting down at the girls' tank, you can see it is as bare as the boys'. But 'female bettas need plenty of places for concealment, while they build their nesting rafts'. You'll need vegetation, and lots of it. That's probably it, really! Heading down with that conclusion, you wonder if you should tell the barber the truth. If it's as simple as that, then why does he need your help taking care of the betta? But if you lie to him, then why would he trust you with the betta? You need a fine balance so you might get some income out of this, other than a few free haircuts... 'Hello, Iwona,' you say after a few moments watching her doing the dishes, shoulders rising and falling. Her arms are long, with just a bit of muscle, no doubt from the cleaning. Also, she's really pretty tall. 'Oh, hello, is that cup for washing?' She takes it over. 'So, why did you ask when I knock off?'> What do/say? > And what do/say to the barber?
>>27656173Tsk tsk. Maybe we tell him we'll take care of it, or is that too risky? He seems like a bro, and worth keeping in touch with. Don't fuck him over. Also, 'oh, was thinking if I could get you lunch. What would you like?'
>>27656173> And what do/say to the barber?Tell the barber you will start working your magic on the fish, and come and check on their condition once a week. But we want 5% from any sale. They'll breed more efficiently so our work will be paying for us, he would only earn more.> What do/say? Invite her to lunch.
>>27656173>"You know. Good morning. Looking great. Feeling like meeting the beautiful people of the city."I got an idea>Tell Barber guy we're gonna need a hundy quid and we'll take care of the fish for him.Can you tell us what the neighborhood we're in right now is like? Seems like a upper/middle class residential area? Or does it have some commercial zoning in it?
>>27656240>>27656243>>27656270You lean against the counter. 'Oh, I was just wondering if you're up for lunch. You know, it's a nice day. Beautiful weather. Good for meeting beautiful people.'Iwona glances at you and titters, all the while scrubbing a ladle handle. Yes, well, we now know she can do that movement very proficiently indeed. 'Mmm, you want Polish food? I was thinking of some schabowy.' Her teeth are slightly misaligned, you notice. But that's no biggie. Somewhat cute, even. You talk a little more about her - she's from Gdansk, in her first year in the Leopold University, is too poor to fly back for summer so might as well get earning here - and then the phone rings and you get it. 'Tony here. So, uh, how's the fish looking to you?''I think I can do something, yeah. I think I can help.' You lay out your terms, trying to calibrate it a little - a hundred bucks to start, and a little cut off each fish he sells. He hesitates a few moments. 'You sure you can do something bout the fish, yeah? I don't mind paying if it gets me a good brood, but I'm not paying for nothing.''You're not, Tony. Swear.''Right. Come by the barber's and I'll give you the hundred.' 'Cheers, Tony, you're a star!' You hang up, and see Iwona's overheard your half of the call. 'Mmm, making money?' She titters again as you do. You wait until she's done with scrubbing and cleaning, then sit there watching her wipe her face and arms and hands, and her neck and collar as well. 'Let's go have schabowy!''Where's this?''Oh, just a short bus ride.' On the bus she gives you a look. 'So you like giving lunches with people just like that, huh?'> Right, ending for today. Thanks for joining in!> What do/say?
>>27656328>"Sure do. I try not to let work interfere with the socializing."You're the best, Strat ~
>>27656328"Depends on the 'people', but i generally like it, yeah."
>>27656328'If they're pretty, sure.' So she's on summer break now. How about we head somewhere to relax?