>>28691802
FOURTH MASTER PRACTICED SAFE SEX

SO SHOULD LANDLORD

>>28691802

Janice chooses drinks.

Condoms and whipped cream.

Snuggle a little, ask her about school.

>>28691839
>>28691836

It's almost 9 by the time you get on the bus, and what with it being mostly empty and the air conditioning still switched to full, Janice shivers a little as she sits and crosses her legs. Being a gentleman and all, you wrap your arm around her and she snuggles up with a giggle.

'Okay, try to guess what I'm writing,' she mutters, and slowly traces something with her fingers on your shorts, pulling them slightly up in the process. Cunning little- oh wait, what *did* she write? 'So?'

'Uh... dog?'

'Dog?! Seriously? Pay attention, man!' She tries it again, slower this time, but you're just thinking how nice it feels. Doesn't hurt that her nails are well trimmed. 'So?'

'You wrote 'legs' oh my leg. I don't get it.'

'Nicely done. Now try-' but then the bus announces that it's your stop, so you have to get off, except instead of up the driveway you go in front of the train station to the big MONEYSAVERS. The man at the counter gives you a look of benign indifference as you grab a can of whipped cream, and then condoms; but Janice grins at you. 'You could, but you don't have to. If you don't have gonorrhea, of course.'

Oh, also, you notice she's got a bottle of rum. And is that sugar syrup...? On the way back, Janice nudges you. 'Yeah?'

'You're a quiet one, aren't you. So which part of a girl are you into?'

> What do/say, landlord?
> Also, what do once you get home?

>>28691963
>All of the parts.

How long is her hair anyways. I'm imagining it's like a beach towel but that seems less than likely.

>>28691971

Hmm. You'd say it would make a plausible hair bra, probably.

>>28691977
I wish I got bitches like Landlord did.

>>28692009
It's a known fact that nothing gets women in the mood more than owning large properties and kung-fu fightan.

>>28691971
>>28692009

'Oh man.' You look her over, trying to think if saying a particular part of her body might piss her off. If it were up to you, you'd go with legs first, then maybe arse, and then... she's a little small in the chest department, which explains why she's often adjusting her bikini top. So maybe not tits then. But if it's legs, then maybe...

By then you've arrived at your gate, arm around Janice's waist as she looks the house over. 'Wow. This is pretty big. Also, very isolated. Did the previous owner plant all the trees around here?'

'To be honest, I don't know.' Oh please don't say anything offensive about great-uncle, you're feeling a little awkward about bringing girls to the house he gave you already (though it *is* a nice place to, you know). 'And as for what I'm into,' you lean in to kiss her cheek while opening the gate, 'man, I'm not picky.'

'Mmmm.' She lifts her head to let you kiss her long neck, then shoves you on. 'Go open the door, come on.'

In the house, you put the stuff you bought on the coffee table and sit at the couch, staring at the bags for half a minute. Then Janice takes off her top, returning to her beach state. You take yours off too. 'I'll go get some ice for the drinks,' you say, and then come back with a bowl and two cups which you put down.

... neither of you move until Janice sidles up, placing her right leg on your left. 'Your turn to play?'

> What do, landlord? The atmosphere is... charged, but quiet.

>>28692100

Write a long word, slowly, on her thigh.

Let's break out the drinks, pull her into a hug, feed her some rum. From our mouth.

"So, do you have classes tomorrow?"

Rolled 2

>>28692100
Drinking game: guess the word?

>Chalkboard moves further and further up the leg

>>28692409
This is a good idea. Turn it into a drinking game.

>>28692267
>>28692409
>>28692438

Well... what with the bottle of rum there, there's only one way this can go. You take it out of the bag and pour two measures into the cups, before stroking her leg. 'Looks like this is a drinking game, then.'

'Oh, nice!' Janice shifts to lean against you, legs opening slightly. You start with something easy, scribbled on her knee as she giggles. Man, this girl really is ticklish. 'Oh come on, that's 'Red'. Try harder, man!'

'I'm just doing this to get a drink,' you shrug. As you drink, Janice caresses your back and then pulls your shorts up to give her a chalkboard for writing. Oh come on, girl, you're not trying either. 'Ant.'

'You're not allowed to look, by the way!'

'I don't *need* to look,' you pass her the liquor as your body begins to burn from the impact of alcohol. Okay, okay. This is a lot stronger than beer, come think of it. You know how they say alcohol boosts the desire but drains the performance, so maybe you ought to hold back... Janice has no such qualms, though, knocking it back at a go. A little dribble escapes her thin lips and trickles down her chin.

'Okay... your turn,' she says, grinning as you move a little up her tanned thigh. You can feel some bumps, no doubt from rollerblading scrapes. Or chafing, of course.

> What do? Continue to take the shots, or up the difficulty?

> Either way, roll d100.

Rolled 38

>>28692267
>>28692409
>>28692438
>drinking game
...maybe we take rum better than beer?

>>28692517
Up the difficulty!

Rolled 9

>>28692517

Up the difficulty.

Also, lick that off her chin.

Rolled 19

>>28692517
Up the difficulty. Also kiss the dribble of rum off her chin.

>>28692535
I know I do, anon. 3 bottles of rum, still going strong. 3 bottles of beer, out like a light.

Rolled 57

>>28692517

Rolling with difficulty up

Rolled 53

Lick rum off her, then kiss a bit more.

>>28692615
>>28692597
>>28692571
>>28692548
>>28692535

> 58, 57 vs. 38, 50: close upper hand.

You think hard, still feeling the rum burn, and then write a longer word across her leg, making her sit up and frown. 'Hey, that's a long word!

'Hey, hey, no looking.'

'Hmph!' But she lets you ease her back against the couch, and you notice the glimmer of that escaped drop of rum which has now rounded her rather pointed chin and is heading down its underside. Holding her head, you lean in for that droplet, and Janice squirms and giggles as you clean her up, kissing you back briefly when you reach her lips. 'Also that's distracting me. Cheater.'

'Face it, you don't know the word.' You bring her the rum.

Janice replies with a long word, too, intent on clawing back an advantage, and after two more rounds both of you are beginning to feel the impairment. Is there one m or two in 'communications'? And what the hell was *that*?

The rounds also get longer, as you take time off to clean the rum off each other's faces. Damn. You're beginning to feel a little light headed, but somehow that's all that's happening to you. Janice, on the other hand, is already in constant giggling mode, squirming appealingly as you try to write on her.

'You're just playing now!' She says, headbutting you lightly. Not so lightly, actually. Your finger lingers round the hem of her denim shorts, and your other hand is behind, stretched out on the couch back.

> Hmm. What do now? Continue playing? She's clearly affected now...

>>28692699
The game went on long enough. Get a bit more foreplay but without the booze, we dont want either of us puking or passing out.

>>28692699

Let's make a move now. Work on her shorts, continue foreplay.

No more drink for now.

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Rolled 50

>>28692699
Write a long-ass word in cursive, with those tails like >pic related

>tail goes up and up and up her shorts

>>28692699
Concede defeat, and ask what your penalty is.

>>28692733
>>28692760

Actually, holy shit - between the two of you you've managed to polish off a third of that big bottle of rum. How's that even possible?! Meanwhile Janice, still giggling, wraps an arm around your neck - and then grabs you, putting quite a bit of strength in the move.

'Ow! Hey, don't damage the equipment!' She lets go and flops back again, still tittering at the ceiling while you move the hair from her face. Her eyes narrow at the light, and then she heaves a happy sigh as you shower kisses on her, finishing at her mouth. Your finger slips under Janice's shorts, and she moans before pulling away.

'That's not how you take off my shorts.'

... she has a point. You work her shorts off while exploring her mouth; she's got those subtle braces that go round the back of the teeth, not to mention an aggressive tongue. Eventually you have her shorts hanging on one leg, lying against the armrest of the couch. Her bikini bottoms are bright red and completely mismatched, and Janice blushes when you point that out.

'I lost the top somewhere. Then I lost this bottom somewhere.'

'How do you lose bikini bottoms?'

'You might find out this evening,' she answers after a long kiss, hands roaming your back. 'Do you want to shower? Do I smell?'

> Shower.
> Take it to the bed.
> Take it elsewhere in the house.
> Other.

Rolled 67

>>28692824
> Shower together, duh.

>>28692841
This of course.

>>28692824
>>28692841
Duh.

>>28692841
>>28692884

'Do you?' You bury your nose against her collarbone and Janice jumps, starting a wrestling match as you try to sniff each other. She's quite strong, but no match for someone with your training, and you easily grapple her off the couch and pin her. Her collar smells fine. She smells of sun cream, and fresh sweat, and squeals with laughter when you nuzzle her armpit. 'I think you're fine.'

'*You* stink!' She writhes about under you, and then relaxes. 'Man, you're strong. Carry me to the shower. I'm exhausted.'

As you piggyback her upstairs, Janice nuzzles the nape of your neck and nearly makes you fall over by reaching into your pants. But you manage to soldier on into the bathroom and shake her off, whereupon she quickly gets on her knees and pulls your shorts down. 'Hey!' you say as she laughs and closes the door.

'It's not like you're showering with them on,' she says, running to the shower stall. Yeah she's right. You throw your pants into a corner, and Janice grins and beckons. Wait a minute, everything here is tiles and ceramic and you don't want to crack her skull on anything... she moves between stall and bathtub. 'Which is it?'

> What do? Also, shower or bathtub?

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Rolled 61

>>28693003
>¿Por Que No Los Dos?

Rolled 25

>>28693003
Aggressive shower happenings, then mellow bathtub happenings.

>>28693003
Shower. I like it under the flowing water.

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>>28693003

>>28693003
>Tub

>>28693021
>>28693027
>>28693041
>>28693048
>>28693050

So... attempt to negotiate a calm shower? Or move aggressively (but in a non skull-cracking) way on Janice?

Either way, roll d100.

> Good morning, you people.

Rolled 71

>>28693067
Calm. Aggressive is not good when drunk and near many hard surfaces.

>>28693003
>>28693027
Switch this. Aggressive in the bath tub. There's less room to maneuver there, which means she'd be easy pickings.

Rolled 75

>>28693067
Aggressive

>Good evening to you, as well.

Rolled 13

>>28693067
>a calm shower
we dont want injuries. didnt her mother teach her not to play around in the bathroom?

Rolled 9

>>28693067
I wouldn't want to crack any skulls. So a shower is fine too.

Rolled 73

>>28693075
>>28693079
>>28693080

I dunno, anons. I'd rather have laid-back easygoings while sitting down in the tub

>>28693101
You make a good point. We could lie down in the tubs, so no chance of falling down. Switching!

> Goddamn it, post got eaten. Sorry for delay.

> 75, 73 (+10) vs. 26, 86: no skulls cracked!

'Oh come on, don't play in the bathroom. It's dangerous!' You have every intention of talking her into the shower before getting any friskier, but Janice is pretty quick on her feet, and laughs as you do. The fact that you chide like an idiot doesn't help that. 'It's... wet, and dangerous, and it's hard everywhere.'

'Speak for yourself,' she replies, looking down at your tented underwear. Well. 'So which one is it going to be? Come on, make a choice.'

Shower for now sounds good. You eye the wall and smile, imagining her pressed against it... anyway. 'Why not both? Not simultaneously, of course.'

'Someone's pretty cocky!' You eventually corral her towards the shower, but at the last moment she dodges one way and then runs in the other. Not that that deceives you; holding your ground, you simply reach out and grab her-

Oh shit, too much force! Janice gapes as she actually loses her balance and topples towards the bathtub, but you quickly pull her back and, reflexively, push her into the shower. As you step in, though, she grabs you and growls while pushing you against the wall, and into a hard kiss. You fumble around and cold water cascades on Janice, making her shriek. 'HEY!'

> What do now? She's pulled down your underpants in the meantime.
> If initiating action with your organ, roll d100. (Remember, you have other options.)

Rolled 11

>>28693206

Rolled 99

>>28693206

DO NOT LET US DOWN!

>>28693229
I can back this

Rolled 40

>>28693206
Right. Let's get to it.

>>28693224
>>28693229
>>28693240
>>28693255

Nobody roll. I swear.

>>28693267
We need more, though. He gets the best 2.

>>28693267
well he takes the best anyway, right?

Rolled 76

>>28693206
Whiskey dick reporting in!

>>28693279
Or wait. I'm not sure when he gets the best 2. Is it only when we're competing or what?

Rolled 26

>>28693279
in that case

Rolled 17

>>28693206
One more for an even 6 rolls.

>>28693206

mix the water to comfortable warm, kiss and fondle her, go down on her, let her go down on us, commence THE ACT, explode like wild tiger.

> ... you have the stamina of an unemployed protagonist, evidently.
> 99, 76: well, what does one say?

You laugh, and then shriek also when she pulls you into the shower WHY IS IT SO COLD?! Eventually, by mutual agreement, you push and she pulls to the other corner of the shower. Janice turns and pushes you into the wall, but you pull her right up to you before turning her around as she laughs.

'We'll get dizzmmmm-' She tastes of rum and saliva and a little sourness and you tug at her shoulder straps until she guides your hand to the knot. Oh yeah, halter top... her assets are more on the cute side, you'd say, the tan lines clearly visible. Janice pushes your head down, which aligns with your interest, and then gasps when you tug on her bottom and hear a snap. 'Oh dude!'

'Whoops.' Resting your head against her breasts, you look down to see a broken string. As well as her little mound. Well, that's probably how a bikini bottom gets lost... to appease her you quickly attack with your mouth and hands, kissing and fondling.

Janice's protests fade into moans, and she quickly wraps her legs around you when you stand up again. It's barely a few minutes before she tightens against you, moaning directly into your ear, and then leans against the wall for you to kiss.

'The water's warm,' you observe, squeezing her a little.

'And you're not being cocky,' she gasps. She somehow sounds a little sober now.

> What do now? Yeah, water's warm. That was quick.

>>28693384

> Barely a couple of minutes seems to fit the bill more, actually.

>>28693384

Go down on her as she showers, as apology for the broken bikini. Then soap her down nicely.

Rolled 96

>>28693384
>[insert bad "cocky" pun here]

Rolled 54

>>28693420
Give her a nice deep kiss, then work your way down to do this
>>28693420

>>28693438

[insert bad "insert" pun here]

>>28693455
[insert here]

You know what to do.

>>28693420
i'll get behind this.

Rolled 75

>>28693511
[insert bad cock]?

>>28693420
>>28693438
>>28693450
>>28693455

> 96: ...

You walk, still embracing, until Janice is under the shower, whereupon she quickly turns to adjust the knob. 'Ooh, hot hot hot...' you just satisfy yourself with admiring her body. The rollerblading's done pretty good things for her legs, and the rest of her is just naturally skinny, probably. When the water is satisfactory she pulls you into a deep, gentle kiss.

'My bikini bottom,' she pouts when you move away, cutely.

'I apologise,' you bend to kiss her chest, 'deeply,' down her flanks, 'sincerely,' across her tummy as she grips your head, 'and with feeling. Shall I demonstrate how sorry I am?'

'Mmm,' she says and pushes you down the rest of the way. You remember one of your friends in high school, Ricky, who watches a ton of porn films and showed you so strangely educational videos about how to go down on a girl; you took notes, tried them out in university, and was somehow not surprised to find out that Ricky was also exclusively gay. After all, why would a straight guy be watching it for *educational* value?

Except *you* did. Thank you, Ricky. You probably ought to get in touch with him one day, actually. What you've experimented with comes back to you as you kiss around her and water splashes all over you both, and thankfully it works. Janice gasps and grips your head, draping one leg over your shoulder as well, almost from the start. This time it takes a little longer, but eventually your head gets squashed against her almost painfully as she shakes and moans and then finally sinks to her knees to kiss you. You grab the shower lotion as she slumps against you and lather her back, reaching under to rub foam all over her wet, satisfied body.

She tries to grab you again, but you slap her off. 'Oh come on,' she murmurs, 'you haven't had your fun yet have you...'

> What do/say now? Heck, you lather yourself too. This *is* a shower after all.

>>28693645
....Return the favor?

>>28693645

Not wasting it on her hands. Lather some more, give a leg massage, and then adjourn to the bath.

>>28693687
>>28693701

'You probably should return the favour. Not with your hands, though.'

Janice simply laughs and leans back against the wall, one leg curled up. As the shower goes on, you massage her legs for real now, squeezing the muscles and shaking them to loosen them up. All this while she caresses you, the aggression and drunkenness from before gone, grunting in approval while you move from one leg to the other and rinse her down.

'Man... don't you offer good service for a one night stand?' She purrs between kisses. When you tell her your plan she gets up and runs to the bathtub, running a warm bath before ordering you in. 'Come on, then.'

'Didn't know you had such authority,' you nod.

'You heard me. Get in.' Then, once you get in, she does too, spilling water all over the floor. 'Oops.'

'Neither of us does science.'

She shrugs, straddles you and gets started.

> Roll d100, with a -20 penalty.

Rolled 24

>>28693817
100

Rolled 79 + 20

>>28693817
Oh my.

Rolled 61 - 20

>>28693841
Oops, did it wrong. Redone.

Or does it not matter if we do the modifier correctly or not?

>>28693852

> It doesn't, you don't have to do the modifier. I'll modify it myself.

Rolled 5

>>28693817

beautiful dice.

Rolled 70

>>28693817
>>28693864
Nice stamina there, anon.

Rolled 88 - 20

>>28693817
LANDLORD STRONK

>>28693947
Oh yes. Nice.

>>28693947
>>28693841
AWW YISSS
Best two of first six right?

> 79, 88 (-20): You randy bastard.

You can't but wonder if Janice is a pretty horny girl in general as she moves against you, gripping the handrail for leverage. Certainly she's pretty well-practiced, and she knows it, grinning at you while you lie back in the warm water.

'Nice so far?' She leans forward, guides your hand to her chest. You're content to keep time and let yourself go, feeling your breathing get more ragged as the sensations become more intense, instinctively matching Janice's movements. She begins panting, and so do you, and oh dear it's on its way, it's just round the corner-

DING DONG!

OH BLOODY HELL! You sit up, and Janice, face contorted with pleasure, seizes up, and that movement ends up pushing you over the edge. She covers your mouth, but then your jerking makes her let out a moan you can now recognise, and you cover her mouth as well as both of you come. Eventually you ease her off, and Janice sloshes back in the water while you look out the bathroom.

'Laaaandlooooord! Charlie here! With guest!'

'Shit,' belatedly Janice snaps awake and gets up.

> What do!? Guest?!

>>28694044

"I'll be out in a minute."

both of us clean up, dry off, offer Janice something to eat and go see what up.

I hope it really is one guest and not half the beach.

>>28694044
>>28694094
Oh Charlie.

Well, let's clean up quickly and slap something decent on ourselves before we go ahead to let Charlie in. Should have remembered to give her, her own copy of the front door key, I guess.

>>28694127
>>28694094

'Shit,' you echo. 'Uh, get dressed Janice! I'M COMING IN A MINUTE!'

'My bottoms-'

'Master bedroom! Wear my shorts or something.' Oh no, can't do that, you need your own shorts. After watching Janice's naked body scurrying into your room as she towels down, you pull on the shorts, wipe yourself and run down the steps. 'Coming, coming, coming-'

A strange sight meets you at the door - it's Charlie, all right, but she looks tired and a little annoyed, and besides she's not in the same clothes as when she left. Well, not the same top. The bikini top's been replaced by a touristy t-shirt, and you can see she's not wearing anything under that. 'Hey,' she says, in a tired voice. 'Had a nice night? Where's the sheila?'

> Where's your guest?
> What happened to you?
> Answer Charlie's question.
> Other.

>>28694220
"She's around. What happened to you? And where's your guest you were talking about?"

>>28694220

"More importantly, what happened to you?"

Rolled 72

>>28694220
"She's getting dressed. What happened to you?"

>>28694283
>>28694249
>>28694236

'She's, uh, she's around.' Then, as Charlie turns around and gives you a strange look, you end up confessing the details. 'Upstairs, getting dressed. Never mind me, though, what the hell happened to *you*? You got into trouble or-'

You had another question to ask, but then the question gets answered the moment you realise that voice speaking from the darkness is familiar. Recently familiar, in fact, belonging to a certain blonde girl of statuesque build. 'She didn't get into trouble, was trouble got to her,' Anna says, emerging into the light from the doorway. 'Charlotte was dancing, you know, music and all, and someone grabbed her.'

'He had the guts to squeeze, too. Then he, and a few people, came up and said I was bullshitting and trying to come on to *him*.' Charlie sighs and leans against the wall, and then Anna asks if she can come in and you let her enter.

'Fucking hell. So what happened?'

'I broke his nose,' Charlie says, showing you her right arm - skinned fist, skinned elbow. 'Then I broke someone else's jaw, and then Anna comes in.'

'I was dancing too,' she says, returning your expression. 'What?'

She's wearing a bikini under there, you can see it. Black. Somehow that makes sense... 'Anyway, so then I broke this other guy's nose as well.'

'What, the goatee guy?' Anna closes the door. 'I did that, though. What a coincidence, though, isn't it? Are you only letting certain tenants in your house?'

'And oh yeah, Anna, we better scoot.'

You feel the beginnings of a premature hangover headache.

> Scoot? Why?
> Have either of you had dinner or anything? I haven't...
> Other.

Rolled 93

>>28694354
y scoot

>>28694354
Did you guys just lead an angry drunken mob to this place?

>>28694354
> Scoot? Why?
> Have either of you had dinner or anything? I haven't...

Janice can stay for dinner as well.

>>28694393
She might feel a bit awkward meeting the guests of this house right after 'committing the crime', so that might not be the best of ideas.

>>28694409

fair enough.

Rolled 76

>>28693384
will unemployed protag ever be seen again?

>>28694354
> Have either of you had dinner or anything? I haven't...

>>28694393
>>28694380
>>28694377
>>28694409

Janice is still upstairs; you hear the closet door banging shut. Anna looks up, but before she can ask, Charlie guides her to the couch... where there's whipped cream, sugar syrup and a touched bottle of rum. Sounds suspiciously like pirate porn, come think of it.

Then what Charlie says strikes you. 'Wait a minute. Why do you need to scoot? Is this why you're here, Anna? You haven't gotten a mob after you, have you?'

'I think we beat them all properly,' Anna says, holding her head and cracking her neck. For some reason you find that movement frightening, like she's about to overdo it and snap her own neck. 'But the police might be here.'

'Oh please. The police-' you catch yourself just as they look at you. Shit, they ought not to know what happened with the library. Instead you sigh. 'Anna, you know what the police are like here.'

'They're the law for the rich, which is the problem. Well, might be. The guy who squeezed Charlotte in the first place says he's from an Island family, says his uncle is a superintendent and his other uncle's in the mob and things like that.'

'What, and you *still* beat him?'

'This was *after* I broke his nose!' Charlie says, then groans.

> cont'd.

>>28694469
Wonder if mentioning our uncle will keep the police at bay

>>28694469

You spot movement upstairs, and then Janice emerges wearing her bikini top and your running shorts, which show off even more of her than the denim shorts did. Mmm. Both the tenants look up at her as well; Anna blinks, Janice blushes, and you CHANGE THE SUBJECT.

'So anyone's had dinner?' You clap your hands loudly. 'Because I haven't, and I'm starving. And Janice hasn't either, and, well-'

'I'm... I'm fine,' Janice says, coming down the steps. Anna tosses her the top. 'Maybe I should go. I'll, uh, see you around I suppose?'

You don't have her contact, come think of it. You wonder if you should ask. It's a little awkward even after three orgasms...

> Keep Janice. It's rude otherwise.
> Let her.

> Cook dinner.
> Ask the girls to do it.
> Order takeaway.
> Gnaw on the brickwork.
> Other.

>>28694514
>Keep Janice. It's rude otherwise.

It'd be pretty skeevy not to.

>>28694514
> Keep Janice. It's rude otherwise.
> Cook dinner.

>>28694514
man how awkward
I guess we should keep Janice
and cook dinner

>>28694514
>Keep Janice. It's rude otherwise.
>Cook dinner.

She did say we're a one night stand so getting contacts isn't likely to happen?

>>28694533
>>28694544
>>28694545

You're still wondering about the contact, and getting a little distracted by the thought of three orgasms, when something else hits you - if you let her out of the house while the police come, there could be trouble. And you don't want no trouble. You just don't.

'No, Janice, you're staying for dinner,' you say, standing between her and the door. She blushes, and then starts when Anna holds her shoulder and leads her away. Charlie shifts a bit. 'And I'm cooking. So what do you guys want?'

'You have a grill?'

'No.'

'Some salad, maybe?'

'Not really, no.'

'Then what do you have?' Charlie rolls her eyes.

'Chicken, potatoes, garlic. Oh and some canned stuff. And ham.'

Anna grins and gets up, and gestures to the kitchen. 'We'll get them all in a pot, then...'

Ten minutes later, realising there's only one knife in the kitchen - a nice looking one, though - you end up cutting the potatoes while Anna peels them. 'Do you always carry a peeler around?'

'No. Put it in my pocket while packing. Lucky lucky us.' You look at her - a singlet showing a tank-top underneath, blue jeans, black socks. 'Sorry about the trouble. Who's the girl, if I may ask...?'

> What do/say with Anna?

>>28694704
Anna? Or Charlie?

>>28694736

> You're talking to Anna. She's presumably asking about Janice.

>>28694704
"Janice? A new acquaintance."

>>28694704
booty call
without the call

>>28694704

`'Met her at the beach party with Charlie. Probably won`t see her again after this, to be honest.``

>>28694704

"Went to the beach party, got home with Janice, had a wonderful time."

"Shame you had to meet Charlie like this but it was on friendly terms with each other at least."

>>28694704
"That's Janice. Met her at the beach party with Charlie. She traveled here with some friends rollerblading from Aberdeen. We had some fun playing frisbee and, well, one thing led to another..."

>>28694789
That's pretty callous, man.

>>28694791
>>28694789
>>28694787
>>28694772

> 1 more post after this and that's tonight.
> But if the thread is alive tomorrow morning, I could continue it.
> Thanks for playing!

'Janice, you mean?'

'Yeah, the cute one. As opposed to the busty one, or the lanky one.' She's hardly lanky. Charlie is aptly described, though. 'She looks a little worn out.'

You remember Anna yelling at some dude to let himself out. Presumably she wouldn't really be fazed by news of sexual escapades... 'uh, met her at the beach party with Charlie, then kind of peeled off with her. Got home and, you know.'

'Good of you to wear her out visibly, then.'

'Probably won't be seeing her again after this, though,' you shrug. 'Potatoes nice enough?'

Both of you look at the cubes on your chopping board. 'They're fine! That's great. Shall I just get started with the cooking, then? And go ask her number. Also, so you're up for tomorrow's gardening job? Are you into working for random things like that in general?'

'Why?'

'Because the unis are like meatspace gumtrees. Could always keep an eye out if you want to do something for dosh.' She hefts the metal pot on the stove, pours oil and turns on the flame with a certain practiced grace.

> What say to Anna?

>>28694888
I prefer exploiting poor homeless people out of hard earned Gobies.

>>28694888
Sure, I'm up for it.

>>28694877

Well, we are a one night stand, right?

>>28694888
"Sure."

And let's ask for Janice's number.

>>28694888
"I didn't want to seem too clingy, but she was pretty fun to hang out with. Oh, and sure. I can take any odd jobs you send my way. It never hurts to have a source of income."

And hey, did we ever give a reply to Anna's message about accompanying her to her fight? I don't remember if we did.

>>28694888

I'm up for the job, I'll see if She'll give me her number.

>A little extra money doesn't hurt
>We might be able to stay on friendly terms with Janice and help out with jobs on her campus.

>>28694919
>>28694930
>>28694949
>>28694958
>>28694968
>>28694989

You consider Anna's advice, while hearing the sizzle of stuff hitting hot oil. Anna is leaning over the pot, peering into it as her spatula hangs in mid-air, as if waiting for the right moment to strike. 'You do this often? Cooking?'

'My mom was the sort who goes 'if you can't make a proper pierogi, no one is ever going to marry you'. So yeah.' You ask her about pierogis, and her answer is pretty appealing. 'I'll make them for you some day if you're willing to help me make the filling, which is a boring nightmare.'

'Sure, I'll see what I can do. Also, did you get my message-'

'Yeah, saw it.' She looks up at you, and gives a rather demure smile. 'Thanks very much. You won't regret going. Unless I lose, then you might have to carry me back.'

You're not sure if carrying her back is not a win for you. 'Well, try not to lose.'

'Or I win and get drunk.'

'Try not to either. And if you have any jobs, do tell me. I'd rather squeeze you tenants, but for some fun... actually, why not tell *us*?'

'Are you considering forming some sort of people-punching unit? Improving the City one broken nose at a time?' Anna slaps the lid on the pot. 'Half an hour and we're golden. Also, I'm sleeping here tonight if that's okay with you.'

> How react? Also, you head out into the living room to ask, and Janice gives you a missed call. She looks slightly embarrassed now, actually...

>>28695104
Sure, you guys just rest here tonight. And then tomorrow we form a vigilante group to bring harsh justice to the streets of the City. Possibly with capes.

>>28695104
>'Are you considering forming some sort of people-punching unit? Improving the City one broken nose at a time?'

"The funny thing is, you're not the first one to say that toe me lately."

>>28695104
"It's your room now."

>>28695104

"In keeping with my landlord policy, you have to pay for sleeping here tonight. But sure."

>>28695104

"You're renting a room here. sleep when you want."

> Good night to everyone, thanks for playing.
> Do keep the thread alive if you can!

>>28695371
Thanks for running

>>28695371
>good night
u Australian m8?

>>28695371
'night

>>28695371
G'night.

>>28695371
bump

>>28695154

Heh, this.

You chuckle at the question and Anna looks your way, quizzically. 'Well, because I'm an evil landlord, you have to pay for one extra night.'

'Yeah, somehow I'm resigned to that.' But then she reaches and you dodge a playful punch.

'It's your room man, you paid for it. Sleep it in whenever you like. Also, where the people-punching team is concerned - you're actually not the first person to say that to me lately.' It seems part of the legacy of your great-uncle, besides the generosity and righteousness and all that, is going to be the expected propensity to get into punch-ups.

'That's because it's a good idea. Though I do wonder what kind of jobs we'd take as a team. Get the bowls.' You line them up next to the pot, and have a sudden image of Anna as a cold-faced waitress working in a cafeteria, watching her grab a ladle and give everyone their EXACT PORTIONS and NO MORE. Well, a waitress might be less stylishly dressed though. 'Bouncer? But I don't like nightclubs. Guarding things? Exacting revenge, maybe?'

> Come think of it, what *would* your team do in the City? Suggestions?

>>28701435
Is there a Neighborhood watch or anything like that?
Or perhaps we should just wander the streets and crack some heads?

>>28701435
Duh.
They fight crime.

>>28701435
>Private Investigator

>>28701562
>>28701556
>>28701537

Well, you don't really like nightclubs either - though, if you are fighting crime, it seems inevitable for you to get into contact with those eventually. 'Hmm. We could start from this neighbourhood. I don't know, maybe organise a neighbourhood watch and patrol this place or something. I know some people here are apparently quite familiar with great-uncle's, uh, exploits.' You're still not sure that he *really* beat 32 people. That's a lot of people. Maybe he went by it tactically and took them out one by one though.

'I bet they'd be,' she says, 'he sounds like he was quite the hero.'

'How exactly do you know what you do about Fourth Master, Anna?' Last night you already had a suspicion your masters are... acquainted, via the medium of punches and kicks.

'Why do you think there'd be someone who teaches White Crane style in Warsaw in the late '90s, mate? My master was driven out of the City by your great-uncle.' She looks up and stares into the distance, smiling faintly. 'Well, given that, Sifu was pretty chill about it. Always told me Fourth Master was a great guy.'

'He does convince people of his righteousness with ease, somehow.'

'Mm.'

'OH. How about private investigator? We could investigate abuses and crimes while patrolling the neighbourhood. After all, charging to patrol the neighbourhood sounds suspiciously like what gangsters do anyway. A little skeevy.'

'That sounds good. But dinner sounds better.' It smells really good, too; somehow the simple ingredients have turned into a proper broth now, clear and a little oily and chunky. Anna takes the bowls, you take the pot out to the hall table, and Janice claps.

'Nice!'

> Where do you sit?
> Do/say anything, or eat dinner quietly?

>>28701731

Sit next to Janice, footsie her.

Ask Charlie if she has contacts in the city from before. Let's get our network on.

>>28701435
Bodyguards?

>>28701731
>Sit at the head of the table.

>>28701731
Sit next to Janice, table hierarchy doesn't matter.

It's night-time, right? Doesn't Anna have a job to get to?

>>28701896
this

>>28701860

Sounds good

You sit down next to Janice, while Anna and Charlie sit opposite you. Actually, this table can easily seat 6 or even 8 people; looks like the dining hall won't be much used, then. 'How about bodyguards, Anna?'

'Bodyguards?'

'We were talking about what jobs we might take, if this house formed a team of people who know how to fight.'

'Yeah, and if it's bodyguard work we're doing, then maybe you'll have some contacts, Charlie?' As you talk, your leg ventures rightwards until you touch Janice's shin, and she fidgets a little as you stroke her calf.

'Hmm? Well I might, yeah...' she rubs her chin. 'But I'll have to think about it. There's plenty of Aussies up here, some businesspeople as well that I know.'

'I know some charity people, but I somehow doubt they'd have the money for bodyguards. Well, maybe if they have something to investigate, we could help them with their work...'

Janice is beginning to respond, her spoon hanging in midair as she nudges and you nudge her back. She stretches out her legs, you do too - and then you touch denim with your toes. Next thing you know, and without moving visibly above the table, Anna stomps on you with her barefoot and keeps you there. The sly smile spreads on her face.

'D-don't you have work tonight, Anna?'

'Tonight's the midnight shift.' You feel her toes moving a little against your ankle. Wait a minute... 'I'll come back as the sun rises, man.'

Charlie goes on about someone working in metals whom she knows from Australia, who comes here now and then, but oh boy.

> Respond to Anna.
> Pull away and eat quietly. (This ends dinner)
> Pull away, and talk.
> Other.

>>28702337
>> Respond to Anna.
Try to be discreet about it.

>>28702337
>Look at Anna, then Janice, then Anna... Then cough awkwardly
>Pull legs and try and talk about something.

>>28702337
>> Respond to Anna.

>>28702337

> Respond to Anna.

Uh, ask about metal person.

>>28702337
>> Pull away, and talk

>>28702337
> Respond to Anna.

Footsie her

>>28702337
Pull away and ask about metal

>>28702337
Respond to Anna

Rolled 60

>>28702337
TWO GIRLS
TWO FEET
NO PROBLEM

Also ask about the metal guy, and about the fighting tournament.

>>28702501
>>28702494
>>28702486
>>28702367

Damn, it's like a war under the table. Secretly glad for the tablecloth, you glance between Anna and Janice and cough awkwardly. Janice suddenly regains her appetite, but Anna just keeps her foot on yours. There's only one way out of this, and it's to use your other foot to prise, but you end up pulling her jeans up a little instead.

'So, Charlie, about that metal guy you were talking about?'

'Oh,' she grins, completely oblivious, 'it's just he's around in the City right now, I could always go ask him. Bruce, his name is. Nice guy. Manager at Rio Minto or something like that. I'm sure he goes to all the functions, you know...'

Despite the little struggle with Anna, who smiles as you end up caressing each other's feet, you four manage to carry on a bit of a conversation. Even Janice joins in with questions about your wugong training, and then talks about how to organise a neighbourhood watch - you basically have to go round and ask residents, and all that.

'Or, you know, if you've got degrees you could always tutor people. I've got a few students myself. Pays the bills. Or teach them fighting! Self-defence and stuff!'

That sounds appealing. You finish dinner eventually, and Anna lets go of you and gets up. 'I'm off to shower and work. See you!'

Oh wait, the shower - it's an absolute mess. Charlie yawns and says she's off to unpack and sleep, which leaves you there with Janice again.

'You guys are doing pretty cool things,' she observes. 'If I see anything interesting, I could tell you.'

'That'd be nice,' you say, and peck her cheek discreetly, making her giggle.

> Stay the night? There's a king sized bed.
> I'll get you to the train station...
> Other.

>>28702711
>> Other
Tell her to have a nice night

>>28702711

>I'll get you to the train station

>>28702711
>> I'll get you to the train station...

Rolled 70

>>28702711
>Stay the night?
>Know anyone interested in renting? Still have a room available.

>>28702711
>>28702790

This.

"If you like, we're not done yet..."

>>28702711
> I'll get you to the train station...

>>28702711

> Stay the night.

"Too dangerous to be out alone now."

>>28702711

Cuddle her to sleep.

>>28702711
>> I'll get you to the train station

'Well, maybe I ought to be going now,' Janice gets up. 'Shall I-'

'No, leave the bowls, I'll handle them.' Okay, this is a little awkward. You probably ought to get her to the station before it's too late, really. The silence continues as you go out the door and out the driveway, and your efforts to find words don't really meet with success.

Neither do hers. 'Uh...'

'Yeah, well.'

'Hmm.'

Ah, fuck it. Whoever said you ought not to comment too much? 'That was good.'

'Was it?' Janice nudges you with her shoulder. '*You* were good. I'm tired.'

You wonder if you should talk in a way that assumes you'll be meeting again soon. Then again, she *did* give you her number. This sounds like a booty call kind of arrangement, to be honest... and you're fine with that. Not the first you've had. 'Well, maybe I'll see you again so-'

Janice looks up, smiling, but then her expression changes. She only just has enough time for the beginning of a scream before you turn around, all your hairs pricking up with the sense of danger. Someone's *attacking*.

> Roll d100.

Rolled 21

>>28703039

Rolled 41

>>28703039

Rolled 84

>>28703039
Don't worry, guys. We got this.

Rolled 4

>>28703039
Come on 75+

Rolled 24

>>28703039

Rolled 18

>>28703039
Oh boy

Rolled 14

>>28703039

Rolled 79

>>28703039

>>28703055
>>28703068
Alright, let's hope this is enough...

> 84, 41: Well, it starts well...

You turn around just in time to see, even in the half-lit darkness of the grove of trees, that it's a beer bottle arcing downwards for your head. But the man is charging at you at the same time, and he's mistimed himself so it's not hard at all for you to swipe his hand away.

Just as he goes off balance, however, Janice shrieks again and you turn around to see someone grabbing her arm. She swings at his chest, which is a little pointless, so you dive in instead, grabbing his holding arm and then giving him as vicious a right hook as you can muster in short notice. It's good enough; he legs go of Janice and stumbles, and then-

'Look out!'

Working by muscle memory, you turn and shove Janice to the floor, and then suddenly there is a hard impact on your back and the crash of glass. You fall to your hands and knees, the man kicks you in the side, and then you realise you've been cut. Not seriously, but *damn*!

> What do now?! That was a hard swipe. Also, he now has a broken bottle!

Rolled 33

>>28703261
"Come on, why does this always happen to me?!"

How many more of them can we see?
Lets at least smack this guy the fuck out.

Rolled 35

>>28703261
Take his legs out from under him, stomp the hand holding the bottle

>>28703261
"Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it is to clean up broken glass?!"

Rolled 47

>>28703261
Finish him.

>>28703261
Yell out. It'll help your body and get Charlie out

Rolled 19

>>28703261
Keep calm, remember your great-uncles teachings. We need to take out the guy holding the bottle quickly. Feint and go in, grab the arm holding the bottle and twist it around, then punch his kidneys.

>>28703261
try and wrestle the glass into his chest

Rolled 4

>>28703261

Don't mind me, just rollan

Rolled 89

>>28703261
Damn, looks like I have to save the day again with another good roll.

Take out the guy with the bottle, and yell at Janice to get back into the house and get the other girls. Keep both of them off her.

Are we dead yet?

>>28703435
Good thing it's so late

> Your skill at fighting might necessitate the renaming of this quest...

> 47, 35: Scheiss.
> That 89 is also considered.

You take one more kick, and then another, before rolling to avoid the third. 'What the *fuck*?' You manage to say, trying to make a plan about the guy holding the bottle. That's fucking dangerous! You'll have to either sweep him off his feet, or find a way to distract him and then grab the bottle, and then-

But just as you stagger to your feet, something worse happens. Something sharp and *very* hard punches with deadly precision into the back of your knee, and this time there's no stopping you from yelling like a girl. 'AH, FUCK!' You holler while going down on one knee. Oh god the thing is still *there*! Your whole leg goes dead, Janice gets up and runs back towards the house but then shrieks as bottle man intercepts her.

On the bright side, he's dropped the bottle. On the other hand, AAAAAAAAAAH. But through the haze of pain you can hear a female voice, one with a certain chilling quality to it, behind you.

'What, so this is how Fourth Master's disciple rolls?' The spike in your knee lifts, and you topple sideways despite trying not to, what with your right leg being completely dead from the agony. You look up to see someone in a black business suit, her hair so blonde you can easily see it, examining her stiletto heels. 'You're disappointing.'

'What the hell-' you can also hear Charlie's voice in what feels like a great distance, followed by Anna calling your name. Oh good, cavalry's here...

... oh not good. Your attacker raises her foot again.

> What do now?

>>28703541
>Roll out of the way.

Rolled 82

>>28703541
Grab the foot and twist it.

>>28703541
>>28703591
"What the hell is wrong with you people?!"

Rolled 63

>>28703541

Fucking break that leg if we can

Rolled 54

>>28703541
We're low on HP, go evasive. Dodge and roll away.

>>28703541
How close is she? Target her other foot and try to topple her down onto the ground.

Then try to get her heels off (I assume that's what stabbed us) and throw it at the other guy.

Rolled 14

>>28703541
>Fourth Master's disciple rolls
No, disciple has no fault in it lady, the neckbeards of /tg/ are the one who rolls bad.

>>28703615
Hmm... Ok, switching from "twist foot" to "break leg"

Rolled 4

>>28703615
Yes please. Annoying fuckin' woman. Break it at the shin, shatter it so she will never walk straight again.

> 82, 63: beatings before success!

You watch her fold her arms as her foot comes down, but then time yourself properly this time; just as it's about to maybe go through your hand, you move it out of the way and then wrap both hands around her leg. Holy shit, her calf is all hard - she's really putting weight into that stomp!

Still, as you hear the footsteps of Charlie and Anna running down, and knowing you've got backup, you put your weight into a roll as well and manage to wrench the woman off balance. She grunts as she falls, but then halts it with a well placed hand, and her other leg swings towards your temple, so hard it knocks you back when you block it.

Letting go of her leg, you scramble back just as Bottle-man shoves Janice away and comes for you from behind; but he never reaches you. There's a yell and a thump, and then another yell and a louder THUMP, and you unhesitatingly step on him to get up, flanked by Anna and Charlie. The woman has managed to recover her stance meanwhile, but glances at your two companions and raises her eyebrows.

'Oh. So *that* is what you were taught, is it? Using your appendage to make people help you?'

Folding her arms, she grins at you coldly. Charlie's about to charge, but Anna quickly grabs her. She says nothing, though.

> What do/say? The crisis is over; Janice is also safe. But god, this woman. Your right leg still feels weak and wobbly.

>>28703837
>Using your appendage to make people help you?
L-l-lewd!

>>28703837
What is her name?

>>28703837
"What the fuck is your proplem with me you fucking lunatic?"

>>28703837
"And who you might be, lady? Are you after the books too? Because if you want them, you'll have to go through me first."
(well she almost did, already)

>>28703837
"And I supposed you were taught that ambushing and stomping people is a valid means of introduction?"

>>28703837
Have a lovely day, Miss.

>>28703922
>>28703837
sorry, not "introduction". Meant "Social interaction."

>>28703837
>>28703889
Yeah, let's go ahead and ask her name. She seems dramatic enough to want to give us her name or the name of the group she's in.

>>28703919
>Are you after the books too? Because if you want them, you'll have to go through me first.

Don't give any information. That's, like....rule fucking 1 when talking to enemies. There's no need to give any information without anything in return.

>>28703919
let's not mention the books

>>28703922
>>28703955
Seconded

>>28703837
"Is there something in the water that makes everyone assholes, or is it just you?"

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Rolled 58

>>28703922
Depends what you're into.

This woman - for some reason you're not inclined at all to call her girl - is quite damn pretty, actually, if in a rather fearsome way. You turn to Anna, who looks like she's about to say something, but then just as she gives up, the woman addresses her.

'Anna, why exactly are you standing over there? You should be over *here*, no?'

You step up, suddenly feeling the urge to protect Anna as well for some reason. 'I didn't know polite people ambushed and stomped people in the knee as a greeting. Let's teach you some manners, lady. Good evening, and what the *fuck* is your name?'

In the stunned silence, both of the woman's companions move up at you, but she stops with with a raised hand. Then the hand moves to her mouth as she titters. She keeps at it a while, then nods.

'Well, I might as well tell you. I'm Sinead. Am I not, Anna?'

Why's she going straight for the Pole? You glance at your own, more darkly blonde friend, whose lips are tightly pressed. 'I wouldn't know,' she finally says. 'I don't know you anymore, after all.'

'That's harsh! Well, we could always work on that later. I just hope he's better in the sack than he is on the gravel.' Sinead smiles, the sort of smile that's beautiful like a forest fire that you really shouldn't approach, and then nods. 'Let's mosey.'

Janice gets up, and Anna quickly goes to her. 'Your elbow's scraped.'

'It's fine, I get that all the time-'

'*Not* fine.' She replies, sternly. 'Back to house. I'll clean it.'

Charlie looks at you as you stand there, your right leg palpably trembling.

> ... Action/speech now? They're gone, in the direction of the road.

>>28704127

Get back inside and take care of that leg, cause goddamn.

We really need to get better at fighting, and fast.

>>28704127
So, who was that chick?

>>28704127
I can clean my own wound.

>>28704127
Ask Charlie to help us into the house. The lady stomped on the back of our knee earlier.

>>28704127
Well, miss Sinead did puncture the back of our knee with her hell, and I recall it is bleeding. Best go inside and have that taken care of.

Also, Anna seems to know about her, press her for some answers when the time is right. Don't do it in front the others.

>>28704162
Ech. Not any of this stuff. People feel better when they can help, after all.

>>28704162
Anna was talking to Janice.

>>28704127
"I might need a little help too, doesn't feel like this knee'll hold out much longer."

You have just enough time to turn and collapse onto Charlie; thankfully she holds you up. 'What the hell, man?'

'Sorry. My right leg's dead.' You wince as it gets dragged along and bumps on the gravel. 'She stomped right on my knee, I think it went through it...'

'Nah, mate, you got your acupoint pushed,' she drags you along to the door. 'Just lie down a little and it'll be fine.' Inside the house, Janice is already in the kitchen having her elbow washed, and you just settle down when Anna comes out and grabs her beige coat. Charlie narrows her eyes.

'Sorry, she's inside, she'll be fine, it's a light scrape. What happened to you? I'm off to work now...'

She sounds in a real rush to get away, and you don't know if you should let her. Sinead *knows* her. You watch as she goes and gets her tote bag...

> Do/say anything to Anna? If so, what? With what tone?
> If not you'll follow Charlie's advice and go to bed...

>>28704596
Thank Charlie and go to sleep

>>28704596
Ask her if she's alright, we're not really in any shape to pry.

>>28704596
>> Do/say anything to Anna? If so, what? With what tone?
go outside to have the discussion. Ask her who Sinead is and how she relates to Anna. Don't sound judgmental. Just sound concerned and curious.

>>28704596
>Take care of yourself.

>>28704596
Neutral but serious tone. "Anna. We need to talk. Not now, but you can think some answers beforehand, because you know what I want to ask."
She'll probably need to sort some things in her mind before she's ready to talk.

>>28704596
"I'm not gonna pry into your business if you don't want me to, but are you sure it's okay for you to head out right now?" with a concerned tone of voice.

She'd probably be uncomfortable with talking about Sinead right now, so let's not touch on that subject right now. Right now, just some assurance that she'll be fine out on her own will suffice.

>>28704596
Tell her to be careful and go to sleep.

>>28704686
Sounds pretty reasonable to me, then we should thank Charlie and apologize furiously to Janice.

Rolled 4

>>28704686
This

Anna heads to the door, but then you shift and call her name and she stops. 'Anna... are you okay? You sure it's fine to go out?'

For a long while she hesitates at the door, hand on the knob, but then eventually she turns around and approaches you, squatting beside the couch instead of sitting. Charlie looks a little lost for something to do. 'I'm sorry,' she says.

'Eh? Why?'

'I think maybe... she was trying to talk to me and met you.' She looks down. 'Sorry about that.'

'Oh dude.' You're pretty sure that the Sinead woman wasn't angling to talk from the start. If she was, she might be blocking your way with her two henchmen, but not coming out swinging bottles and fists. Besides, she looked a little surprised to see Anna. Still, this is as much an admission as you... well, you don't quite need one anyway, right? 'I don't think that's what she's after. But, I mean... if I ask, I'm asking out of concern.'

'Yeah, fair enough.' She smiles, and then leans up unexpectedly to give you a kiss. 'Well... sorry for letting you take the hit. I'm off.'

'Some people have all the luck,' Charlie nudges you, and you thank her sincerely. Feeling is beginning to return to your legs, thank goodness, but... man, you really do need to train yourself up properly... 'I'm off to bed. If there's another fight, tell me.'

'Yeah, I will.' You lie back and close your eyes... then sit up to find Janice sitting with you. Her legs are on your lap, and there's a cloth around her elbow. 'Eh.'

'I think maybe we should get some sleep tonight. I'll go out in the daytime when it's brighter.' Her eyes narrow as she smiles, hair falling into her eyes.

> What do/say?

>>28704971
I agree.

>>28704971
After what's happened, sleep sounds good.

>>28704971
"Well, I guess this night didn't end too badly, if I get to go to sleep with someone like you beside me."

Or something like that. She is saying she wants to sleep by us, right?

>>28704971
I could do with some shut eye, too.

>>28705007
>>28705050
>>28705067
>>28705068

Hmm. You look at her and muster a grin, and she slaps your hand away when you try to pinch her rather prominent nose. Hand on lap is okay though. Let's test if the leg is fine... oh yes. It's back online again.

Moving her legs off you carefully, you get up. Damn, Sinead, that was a *hard* hit. Finally you check your phone, and after all the missed messages is one from Lin saying she'll be round in the afternoon and call you when she arrives. Sinead. Who the hell sent her? Or maybe she came herself just to glass someone? Why on earth would people do that, though?

No. Let's just sleep. 'Well, I've got space to share.'

'Yeah, sure.' She gets up on two perfectly functional legs. Lucky bastard. 'Not piggybacking me this time, I take it.'

'Don't push it, lady,' you laugh and head upstairs with her. You've got your pyjamas, by which you mean your boxer shorts, and lie down only to watch Janice take her top off, and then the bikini top. 'Eh, that-'

'No, dude, it's dripping wet,' she proves the point by dropping it with a wet *slop* on the ground before putting it to dry at the windowsill. 'What's that?'

'It's a practice dummy,' you nod at the mook jong. 'Which I probably have to use more, soon.'

Sleep comes to you quickly.

> Roll d100.

Rolled 34

>>28705221

Rolled 98

>>28705221

Rolled 29

>>28705221

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>>28705261

Rolled 64

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Rolled 43

>>28705221

Rolled 87

>>28705221

Rolled 27

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>>28705261
Excellent.

>>28705261
>>28705314
We're pretty good. At resting.

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>>28705261
>>28705314
Dese guys.

Rolled 97

>>28705221

>>28705261
>>28705314
>>28705404
>rum is now like water to us
>we wake up with negative hangovers

> 98: king of sleep, you are.

You have a little dream where you're still in university, and you've decided to go on a road trip to the nearest city. Well, I say 'road trip', it's only about 13 hours away by car. Kendra is there, her curly hair out of control as usual; there's another girl you kind of recall, and then there's one guy. Since all of you know how to drive, you get to take turns, and while you're driving you suddenly hear moans from the backseat. It's that other girl you can't really place.

'No rutting, please!'

But when you hand over for the last leg before the journey Kendra starts coming on to you, hugging and petting before suddenly taking out something. Oh what the fuck? James Joyce's Ulysses? 'Uh, I don't think that's very sexy,' you say in your dream-induced honesty.

'So you do understand it. Explain it to me, man!'

For some reason the car shifts uphill and downhill and all over while you try to explain the thing... wait. You open your eyes, and this isn't the car anymore, it's bed, but there's something behind you and...

You look up to see Janice, who strokes your face. She's still wearing only your black running shorts, and your head is resting on her thigh. It's a pretty good pillow, really. 'Uh... time?'

'Half six,' she murmurs and lets you kiss her fingers. You feel refreshed and awake, despite the rum from last night, and the beating. Again, your spine and chest seem to tingle with energy. That was a good sleep. 'I was going to give you a little wake up call, too...'

Okay, this is a good way to start the day possibly.

> What do, landlord? She seems... up for it. Damn, this person...

>>28705617
Say that we wouldn't mind that.

>>28705617
"Well, I'm still feeling a little bit drowsy..."

>>28705617

"I'll start first..."

Move pants, eat her.

>>28705681
This.

>>28705617
Disregard bitches, freshen up and acquire morning training.

>>28705692

This sounds good.

>>28705617
Get to training again. After that last beating, we should really level up.

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>>28705617
>Give her the D

Janice's offer is tempting. You turn around and kiss up her thigh to the opening of her pants, and she musses your hair again. 'I probably should get up and go do some training, after what happened last night. I mean, that really hurt.'

She responds with a whine and by guiding your hand to her tit, squirming as you play with her lightly. 'How about treat this as warm-up, then?'

'Hmmm.' You're not really considering, just making a considering noise. Then you give her a little surprise squeeze. 'Well, if you insist.'

Janice jabs your chest, but then quickly obliges, crawling over to undress you. You sit up, and she begins kissing your hyperweapon while crouching beside you, her bare back arching a little as she settles down to it. You stifle a moan as Janice begins using her tongue, and stroke her back, hearing her moan and giggle as you ease the pants off her.

> Return the favour later.
> Return it simultaneously.
> Training. TRAINING.
> Other.

>>28705916
>> Training. TRAINING.

>>28705916
>Return it simultaneously.
Be awesome!

>>28705916

> Return it simultaneously.

We haven't used our hands on her yet.

>>28705916
>Training. TRAINING.

>>28705916
>> Return it simultaneously.

Welp, looks like we're not getting any training done. Let's take the lazy way out and buy a taser or something.

>>28705916
training

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>>28705916
>hyperweapon
I approve.

Anyway, damn. Since she's already on it, I guess we should try to finish this quickly.

>Return it simultaneously

THEN let's get to training.

>>28705980

We can always train later. We're not doing her all day.

>>28705916
>Training. TRAINING.
No more tail if you're paralytic/dead.

>>28706001
Well...

yeah, definitely not all day.

>>28705980
We have all day, outside of showing rooms to a potential renter. 30-60 minutes of wakeup sex, then breakfast and seeing her off won't interfere that much. We're still not yet conditioned to train all day yet anyways.

>>28705916
>> Training. TRAINING.

>>28706027
>We have all day
Because the protag clearly isn't a trouble magnet, right?

>>28705916
>>28706027
We don't even need to have sex. Just some quick fun. Then we're done.

>>28705916
> Return it simultaneously.

>>28705916
>Return it simultaneously
Then
>Training.

> 1 or 2 more posts and I'm done. Thanks for playing!

Damn, but the mop of brown hair currently hovering over your crotch definitely knows what she's doing, and Janice hasn't even gotten to- oh god she has now. Her lips close around you and then slide down, and when you feel her slippery tongue every muscle tightens and you let out a cry before you can stifle it. Janice stops, then turns back to look at you.

'Haven't lost it, have you?' She laughs and licks your appendage to pre-empt your reply. Clearly this arrogance needs... to be repaid... ugh.

Fighting through the haze of pleasure, which is one of the few things you're good at fighting apparently, you pull Janice's pants off to expose her underside to you, and then slide one hand under to begin your counterattack. She's already moist, it turns out, and you quickly begin rubbing and caressing her.

'Mmmf! Mmmm!' Janice ups the stakes, scrambling to use her hands on you as well, and oh *god* bloody hell! She has the advantage of the mouth, but you have the advantage of seeing what you're doing, and even as you try desperately to hold yourself back, the sight of Janice eagerly humping your fingers is both encouraging and unhelpfully sexy.

'Argh,' you grit your teeth. No, no, this is too much - she's sucking and cradling and caressing and you can't hold it anymore-

'MMMMF!' Janice cries out, clenching around you. Yes! Ye- and then you finish as well, trying not to wake anyone. The sensations fade, and Janice shifts to lie back against you, panting. Her womanhood is all glistening as well. 'I won.'

'I won,' you say.

You settle on a long tongue-fight which ends in a draw.

Thirty minutes later, Janice heads out the door and you watch her traipse down. Man. Okay, you need to head into the dojo now.

> What do you practice today?

>>28706337
Footwork would be good.

>>28706337
Practice defensive postures and maybe meditate some more.

>>28706337
Cuntlicking.

>>28706337
>Footwork

>>28706337
Dangersense.

>>28706337
I say we practice disarming

>>28706449
Oh, that makes sense. Restraining techniques would be useful. Switching my vote from footwork to this.

>>28706449
ok, that works.

>>28706449
Good idea.

Entering the dojo, you lean against the wall and try not to think about the morning too much, which of course leads you to think about the morning too much. Maybe opening the day like that isn't too conducive for training.

Actually, who're you kidding? Opening the day athletically is *perfect* for training. You lay there caressing Janice's small breasts for several minutes before you could convince her to get off you and let you dress, but then, thankfully, she refuses the offer of a shower.

'I think if I went in there,' she says while you help tie up her now dried top, 'we might be in there for some time.'

True... as it is, it took you ten more minutes of kissing to get her out the door. But the act of using your fingers on Janice while she wiggled, as well as of yesterday's glassing, reminds you. Going up to the mook jong in the dojo, you know what the right one is for with its jointed limbs and hooks, shifting sandbags onto them. This thing trains reaction, and locking joints while pre-empting blows, and precision - all things you will need if you have to disarm someone.

It doesn't start too well though. Slightly distracted, you push on the elbow, feel the rebound and stomp your foot down - too hard! The top nods a bit like a headbutt and bumps you on the temple. That could be fatal if it was actually a bottle...

> Roll d100 with +10 awake bonus.
> Looks like some morning activity helps clear the mind...

Rolled 99

>>28706591
Let's go!