>>37525746
Hug Claire and maybe put a comforting hand on Mr Miller's shoulder briefly.

>>37525746
That pastebin makes me want to punch you in the throat.

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>>37525814

>>37525822
No idea what that's meant to mean, but it also makes me want to punch you in the throat.

Also where the fuck is everyone else?

>>37525840
class presumably, you gonna vote on something or shall i just go with that one vote

also stop the bullying

>>37525746
Remain quiet.

>>37525854
That one vote is me.

>>37525794
this

>>37525746
Give him a hug. Guy needs one. And then yell at him for not telling her this before, it might hurt to remember it but she deserved to know. And maybe if he had, their relationship would be better, and he'd be able to get his life together.

Remain quiet. We have nothing good to say.

Also no hug the spontaneous, uncontrollable disintegration guy. Sad or agitated, the difference is small enough, for him to accidentally take our hand off.

>>37525854
>also stop the bullying
I will if you do.

>>37525746
>"Well, I see lawful employment really hasn't been on your list of priorities."

Say nothing. Hug Claire. Lay a hand on Mr. Miller's shoulder.

>>37525746
Hug Claire, nod to Mr. Miller. That asshole "hero" died too quickly.

I put a hand on Mr Millers shoulder, trying to comfort him briefly. He nods appreciatively, wiping his own tears, having leaked out from under his glasses, before I stand, moving behind Claire's chair to hug her.

I hold her tight, as she sniffs through her attempts to hold her tears back, patting the arms I wrapped around her.

Finally she looks down, looking straight into her dad's eyes and tells him. "I should have known about this years ago."

He nods, eyes dropping, "I know, darl."

"But... I can see why you don't want to talk about it. That stuff.... it hurts to hear, but it must've hurt worse for you to tell me." Her words are low now as well, her own eyes dropping to her fingers, fiddling with her fork. "You're a useless cunt... but I love you old man."

He gives a shaky laugh at that, tears choking his voice. "Yeah... I know I am. But you should watch ya language." He lifts his glasses, wiping away the wetness there. "Ah, you don't have to look after me, orright? You lot can take off.... I'll be chipper in the morning."

Claire stands slowly, as I let her go, she walks around, claps her father on the shoulder for a long second, before walking away, towards the entrance, heading home, Mia quickly following behind her.

Mr Miller shakes his head, sculling the rest of his beer in one long drink. With a burp, he tosses the can to the ground and waves me off too. "Get going skinny." He growls softly.

>Write in

>>37525955
It's stay drunk or nuke things, but I have some ideas.

Find gainful uses for his power. Hunt monsters past the line. Waste removal. Demolitions. Executions that prevent resurrection. Don't suppress what he can harness,and for civilian time, find some way to utilize the anti-supers alloy as a kind of dampening suit.

>>37525962
"Take care Mr Miller, you mean more to her than you know, despite how much she hates showing it."

Go catch up with the girls.

>>37525962
"Take care, Mr. Miller. And stay in touch, okay?"

>>37525962
"I don't know good or bad, Mr. Miller. You had a rough time of it, and none of that is for me to judge. I'll just say this; I know you're doing best as you can, and for that you've got my respect."

>>37525973
Quick question, can he disintegrate nuclear waste, before getting radiated?

Because, if he can, well, that's problem solved.

>>37525962
"Okay. Take care."

>>37525962
Call Mr. Mishone. Ask if he'd like to have hire some cheap Super labor in the area of deconstruction.

>>37525996
Not sure, I'm not Chuckles. Maybe with a certain process in place, sure.

>>37525996
Is it even a problem to begin with though?

>>37526029
probably

>>37525996
Okay, Chuckles, how does Mr. Millers disintegration works?

Can he wear anti radiation suit, or can he make whole box disappear at once?

Or maybe we can ask Mr Miller that? Would be a golden job opportunity.
>>37526029
I assume radioactive waste is still a problem? Chuckles, can you tell this too?

>>37526042
Plus, added bonus: Maybe using his powers with regularity will help control them.

Also, Danny should be a fucking consultant/salesperson.

I nod to him, "Take care Mr Miller. You mean more to her than she lets on... so stay in touch, okay?"

He grunts non-committally and I take off after Claire and Mia. The Scotsman is out on his lawn now, trimming his beard in a bird bath and ranting about the fecking Irish. Strange man.

I catch up with them just outside the gate, trying to jump the arm across the car entrance, hooking my foot on it midjump and nearly falling flat on my face.

Thankfully no one saw that, as I push myself to my feet again, running to catch up again. Mia's wrapped herself around Claire's right arm, nuzzling her for comfort. "I'm so sorry about all of that." She murmurs quietly.

But Claire shakes her head, "I'm not. It was something I needed to know. It was better than fifteen years of being in the dark now. I've had worse stuff than that play through my head about her." She shudders, before smiling as I catch up. "Thanks for stopping me being an evil bitch Danny. Don't want to end up like that."

"Anytime." I promise, "Even if it's not like I can do much to stop you."

She nods in acknowledgement of the point, before stooping and hoisting Mia up onto her shoulders in a single movement, the shorter girl squealing as she clings to Claire's head. "Thanks for making my life less shitty I guess." She finishes, ignoring the squad of magical girls fighting a thirty foot monster down the street behind us.

>Write in

>>37526095
"Likewise".

>>37526095
Just fall in veside them, arm around Claire's shoulders, holding Mia's hand.

>>37526095
Go home.

>>37526095
Ask Claire about your nuclear trash destruction job idea for Mr Miller?

>>37526095
>>37526109
this, then >>37526111 followed by >>37526115 with a side of >>37526121

>>37526125
I am the >>37526121 guy.

All of the above seems like a good idea, and don't conflict. Everyone else are ok with this?

"Likewise." I tell her, falling in to hug her in Mia's place, reaching around to rest a hand on Mia's far leg as we walk. "Hey... maybe your dad could get a job in nuclear disposal or destructions or something like that?"

She 'mmms' in consideration. "You'd have to convince him to try first. Apparently all he knows how to do is steal shit and drink." She shakes her head, "I'll talk to him about it sometime, alright? Now can we talk about something not shitty and depressing right now?" She forces a smile across her face, as we tramp across my front lawn, Mia clambering down as I unlock the door.

>Write in

>>37526173
"I've got nothing."

>>37526173
"Yes we can, like your studies, we've been falling behind on your tutoring. Mia, would you like to assist in 'tutoring' Claire?"

>>37526173
"Alright. How about your inevitable revenge against Eri? Planning that should cheer you up."

>>37526205
This.

>>37526173
"Think I figured out how to make some extra money. Can you swing a sledgehammer? We could go scrapping."

>>37526205
I don't think that you're allowed to get revenge on someone in retaliation for them getting revenge on you. If you try, Naruto pops out of nowhere, blasts your head off with a rasengan, and gives a speech about "ending the cycle of hatred"

>>37526220
This. Woot for extra money.

>>37526220
We should probably try this.

All of us are pretty poor now, moreso than usual.

I don't think we ever got our twenty dollars back from that terrorist scum.

"Hang on. I think I figured out a way to make extra money. let's go grab some sledgehammers, we're going scrapping."

Claire grins. "Fuck yes, my welfare money's nearly out."

Mia dithers on the decision, yawning and looking at the staircase as we scrounge the house for tools. "I dunno, I'm kinda tired.... Can't we just go to bed?" She asks, as Claire emerges from the shed with a wheelbarrow and two sledgehammers.

>You can sleep, we'll go out
>I think you should come with us
>Other

>>37526300
Scrapping with super-strength claire is going to be fun.

>>37526300
>You can sleep, we'll go out

>>37526300
Mia might fall asleep on us, she done this before. Set her phone loud enough to wake her up in an emergency tho.

Maybe take Eri with us instead? Also possibly Mike/Mikes robots, if he is busy. He is the local expert on this.

>>37526337
Nah. We can do this with more people later, we don't really have time to get prepared or anything right now.

>>37526300
>You can sleep, we'll go out

>>37526300
>>37526323 here changing to >>37526373
let's get some rest with our girls, we can make some dosh in the morning when we're rested and prepared with more people.

going without mia wins

I walk forward and give her a kiss on the forehead. "You can go sleep, alright? Me and Claire gonna go make some money though." She pouts a little at the thought of having to sleep alone, but nods and starts up the stairs.

Claire barrels into me from behind with the wheelbarrow, knocking me backwards so I'm lying down inside it, before she dumps the tools on top of me, dragging the makeshift vehicle out the back door and heading around the house for the gate.

"This should be gun!" She laughs, opening the gate as i try to free myself.

Finally, about halfway down the block, I roll free, with a clattering of tools, I grab a torch and peer around, before pointing towards...

>The abandoned shopping district
>The abandoned suburbs
>The wrecked factory district

>>37526403
Inb4 bad stuff happens because we didn't wait until tomorrow.

>>37526373
Ask Mike for advice tho. He is a pro at this, he might know how to carry more stuff, or what is the best selling stuff.

Hell he might buy/barter some of the stuff from us.

Eri if for invisibility when seeing monsters/whatever. We are going out at night, and extra pair of laser eyes is useful.

>>37526437
>>The abandoned suburbs
No idea how this is meant to make us money.

We should also call Rosa, see if she wants to come watch, or at least let her know what we're doing because I'm paranoid right now and concerned that we might need backup.

>>37526437
>The wrecked factory district

>>37526437
>>The abandoned shopping district
How long its abandoned, and what kind of stores are there? We are moustly looking for santechnics/power tools kind of stuff. The kind of stuff that keeps value, and stays fresh.
Them metal pipes, and hammers,'n junk.

>>37526461
We're smashing up old buildings to get at the scrap metal inside them, basically. Pipes, wiring, fences, stuff like that.

>>37526437
>The abandoned shopping district

>>37526461
I'm sure Claire can handle anything we might run into.

>>37526506
I'd rather not depend and rely on that. I don't want to risk her health and safety, or ours by thinking that.

>>37526514
She can just run.

>>37526487
Also look for intact kitchen sinks, or water closets, or tools of any kind, as, if they are of ok quality, they tend to cost a lot. Also power supplies, and other electronics that are able to be broken don to a lot of transistors, and junk. More work to extract, but they are most worth for the weight, as long as they are not totally ancient.

Also be careful with pipes, there might be literal shit in them. Or stale water. Witch we don't want on our clothes.

Also take notice for any electronics, but we need Mike for that.

>>37526514
Fuck you.

I want to see Claire go berserk mode like she almost did to those hockey girls when she thought we were injured.

>>37526561
Why fuck me for not wanting her to think that? For not wanting us or her hurt?

"Let's head down to the old shopping district." I figure, if anywhere might have decent loot, it should be the shops.

Claire salutes, drifting the wheelbarrow across the street, we head towards the now empty shopping mall, only recently abandoned, thanks to fear of being crushed in one of Sheen's dumb robot rights, the building stands defiantly, for now. We roll inside, peering about into the darkness, as I circle around with my flashlight at stores near our entrance.

In the distance, we can both hear small noises, the patter of feet, slow dripping water, the quiet hum of a fan left on somewhere.

Claire grabs the torch off me and easily hefts a hammer over her shoulder, humming to herself, "Alright, wanton destruction time, where we going?"

>Furniture store
>Hardware store
>Plumbing store
>Electronics store
>Head deeper inside

>>37526561
Fuck you for being petty enough to want to put that above her and our safety.

>>37526561
Enemies have super powers too.

normal people? Claire is great.
Cross breed of dragon, ghost and tentacle monster, that breathes acid? Not so much.

>>37526586
>Hardware store

Tools are most cost to weight. Take look in >Electronics store and >Plumbing store if we have the time.

>>37526586
>>Electronics store
Look out for copper wiring and other such valuable metals, if we can't find any then we can go check the plumbing store for pipes and then the hardware store for the same and tools.

>>37526586
>Head deeper inside

>>37526589
I'm sure she could outrun it.

>>37526586
>Hardware store
Electronics is probably looted out, but people don't think of tools as being as high value as they are.

>>37526631
That's your great plan?

>>37526631
>Not having backup when going against a tentacle monster
You want to play tentacle cuck quest or something?

>>37526586
>Hardware store

>>37526640
Also tools are easier to find buyers for.
Wiring is nice and all, but selling stolen wires is harder than you think.

Do we have any plan to sell them yet? I hope Claire has one.

>>37526662
>tentacle cuck quest
It is my fetish, but I am not the guy who suggested that.

>>37526650
In case of something dangerous that Claire can't kill within a second, yes.

>>37526586
>Electronics store
Might have actual stuff.

>>37526662
That was the backup plan.

>>37526714
The backup plan is letting our girlfriend get pumped full of tentacle jizz?

>>37526741
Don't bother responding to him anon.

>>37526741
How could that possibly result in her getting pumped full of tentacle jizz?

"Let's go the hardware store, I guess."

Claire takes off, cackling as she leaves me with the wheelbarrow, which I pick up and chase after her with, catching up with her as she prances up to a pillar and smashes through it in one swing, powderising the concrete pillar in an instant.

"Whoo, what a rush." She sighs, shaking herself out. "It's been too long since I got to wreck some stuff properly. She runs topples a shelf of screws and washer pieces with a maniacal laugh, I just shake my head and laugh, heading for the section with power tools and start ripping shit off the shelves.

Power drills, mini band saws, belt grinders, air compressors, I load it all in, hardly knowing what half the shit does, either way, if its got a price tag, in the wheelbarrow it goes, as Claire finally returns to help me load up.

When the pile nearly reaches my head, I step back and appreciate the work, must be nearly six grand worth of stuff in the thing. Not bad for an hours worth of looting.

Claire tosses her hammer back on the pile, grinning as she taps some rebar pipes together, forming a dull resounding ringing.

>Head home now
>Look around somewhere else first (write in)

>>37526805
>>Head home now

>>37526805
>Head home now
Lets get going while the going is good.

>>37526805
>Head home now
But let Claire smash a few walls on our way out. No load-bearing ones, though.

>>37526805
>Electronics store
Get us some hard drives,rams, processors and junk. Check the cupboards and whatever.

>>37526761
/d/ logic. I personally think it makes perfect sense, but then again I come from /d/ .

Also where are we hiding/selling this? Gotta be careful with stolen stuff.

>>37526805
>Head home now
We have to prepare these for resale to a pawn shop since we don't know a fence.

>>37526805
>Head home now

>>37526805
> Head home

While I doubt we'll manage six grand when selling them, we should at least have enough for the time being to cover our normal expenses, as well as to get some massage oils and give Claire a lewd post-workout massage

>>37526845
>Also where are we hiding/selling this? Gotta be careful with stolen stuff.
Good question, we should see if we can't find a secure stash nearby our house thats somewhere safe-ish, maybe Mia could draw a hole in our backyard somewhere out of sight that we could put them in and camouflage?

>>37526805
>Head home now
Good a time as any.

>>37526845
We can probably stach it in our secret base we took the training equipment from, for now.
Also are we wearing gloves? If not we should probably wipe the stuff off with a towel or something.

Don't hide stolen stuff at your own home. easy to get caught. Also look for cameras, and avoid them and wear a hoodie/hat.
We need more paranoia up in here.

That said try to not look suspicious.

>>37526875
How are we supposed to camouflage a hole that disappears within like half an hour?

>>37526906
Well we don't know if the hole will disappear, and we can put netting and bushes and such over it.

>>37526912
Everything she draws disappears, that is how her powers work.

>>37526923
But we don't know about the after effects of what she draws impacting the local environment, she could draw a ball of energy that sucks up dirt, when it ends, would the dirt still be there returned to the ground or would it be missing?

Claire takes the wheels easily, as we start to head home, I navigate for her, as the bottom sixty percent of her sight is blocked by the tools, but we trundle out of the mall without incident, Claire quickly stopping to smash a hole in an outer wall with the hammer one last time.

Claire whistles a happy tune, as we finally head home, streetlights flickering over head, as some monster made of living electricity or something wrecks Sheen and his two bitch friends robots, as well as the Shining Miracle Super force robot in a four versus one fight.

It's pretty funny actually, the grey and orange robot's trying to grapple the monster and self destruct with it, but the things too fast for them. Fucking scrubbers.

And then a dramatic voice calls out from in front of us. "Stop, petty criminals! For you have been found guilty by the great.... QUANTAMAN!!!!"

Oh fuck me, it's Jerry.

He leaps down from atop a streetlight, holding a palm up and standing our way, about five metres down the road.

Claires eyes flick to me, before her hand wraps around the hammers handle. out of Jerry's sight.

"Citizens! Would you mind telling me what you plan on doing with these ill gained goods?" He demands, striking a dramatic pose as he points at the pile.

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>>37526959
"Refurbishing them and then using them to help build homeless shelters."

>>37526959
"Ill gained? We were just moving a bunch of stuff that a friend forgot in the abandoned area. Aren't there jaywalkers you could be hassling?"

>>37526959
Selling them to homeless, to feed strawing orphans.
They need it more, than the oligarchy, that gets insurgence on all of this anyway!

>>37526933
Wouldn't the dirt make mess of most of the moving parts? Especially if it rains or something. Also our parents or neighbors might notice.

>>37526959
"Are you a legitimate officer of the law? Where is your badge? Any identification on your so called status?"

>>37526959
"Under the adandoned property act, article four, we claimed right of salvage of abandoned property. Read the law next time, Quantaman."

>>37526959
"Selling them, probably. It's not like anyone was going to be using them."
Try not to let Claire kill him.

>>37527023
Seconded. Even if it's not true, fuck this guy.

And call him Jerry, not "Quantaman".

>>37526959
"I should think it's pretty obvious. Are you new at this? I guess you must be, I've never heard of any 'Quantaman'. What sort of powers do you have with a name like that, anyway? Do you possess the smallest possible unit of heroism?"

Man we totally forget to check the store for sex shop. Imagine this scene with dildos, instead of power tools.

We missed such an opportunity.

>>37527068
That doesn't work, we already know him.

>>37527101
Yeah, but he doesn't seem to recognize us, so I figured it was a chance to mock him.

>>37527117
If he didn't yet, he probably will in a moment.

"We're gonna sell them. Abandoned propert act Jerry, we can claim ownership over any abandoned property." I tell him, trying to keep the smug sneer out of my voice.

His voice cracks a little as he replies. "I kn-know not th-this Jerry you speak of, b-but, if that's what the law says then..." He turns his back and starts whispering to his watch, which everyone knows has some AI from the future or something like that in it. Suddenly he twists back around, trying to project confidence, "Very well, citizens, my apologies for accosting you, be on your way! For I have an evil vampire to assist a friend in defeating. He says the bastard has the power to alter the very flow of time itself."

H quickly takes off at a sprint down an alleyway, as Claire lets go of the hammer and lifts the wheelbarrow again. "Man, fuck that guy." She comments as we turn back onto my street.

I let her and the wheelbarrow back into my backgarden, before we realise, we don't know where to stash this stuff for now.

>What do?

>>37527141
Call Avery, she seems like the kind who has stashes.

>>37526959
"Fuck off, Jerry. We're scavenging. Either these goods get wasted back here or we sell them and Claire doesn't have to eat instant noodles for a week because her dad can't afford anything else."

>>37527088
Yeah.

Claire would be much less likely to murder Jerry right now if she was double-stuffed with vibes.

>>37527141
No, Jerry, that vampire got killed back in the early nineties. Man, you're out of the loop, aren't you?

>>37527158
Don't antagonise him anon, also, he's already gone.

>>37527141
Look around for a suitably sized stash.

>>37527141
Call Avery. We don't want to stash them around here because then mom could find them.

We'll have to offer Avery a cut of the profits, though. Only fair, after all.

>>37527141
Go stash them at the hideout. Duh.

We should had put some colored plastic bags on top of the stuff, to conceal contents.

>>37527151
It's nighttime. Lets use our stash house, and don't bother her?

>>37527248
Of course it's fair since we're going ot lewd the shit out of her. Literally.

>>37527252
I'm pretty sure we gave up on our stash house after we shows Marie it, and that time that tentacle monster nearly killed us nearby it.

>>37527267
Scatfag plz go.

>>37527276
Then one of the other houses around there? We basically need a shed anyway.

>>37527267
Plz no scat.

>>37527283
>>37527291
I meant anal, not scat, pls.

>>37527291
>Then one of the other houses around there?
Problem was that place was the abandoned suburbs, and wasn't safe. We need somewhere safe and easy to get to.

I reach into my phone, noticing its almost 4am now, as I call Avery. She answers on two rings, sounding fully alert. "Nyello?"

"Hey Avery, it's Danny, you wanna do me a solid and hide a stash of... appropriated power tools for me for a few days?"

She clicks her tongue for a few seconds, considering. "Hmmmm. Why should I?"

"Because we're friends?" I try, hopefully.

She laughs at that, "If you say so, your dyke girlfriend tried to rape me. So what do I get out of hiding your stolen shit for you?"

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>>37527436
10% of the profits from when these get sold.

>>37527436
Power tools?

>>37527436
"Claire will promise she wont try to rape you again."

>>37527436
"Aside from a cut of the money? I don't know, you got anything you need doing? Favors for favors and all."

>>37527436
>"You could try to rape me"

>>37527436
You can try to rape her back? I did it once and she only complains about it when she wants something from me.

>>37527467
Don't offer things you know we can't provide, that's unethical.

>>37527436
>"Aside from a cut of the money? I don't know, you got anything you need doing? Favors for favors and all."

Also power tools? Or sexual favors?

>>37527436
"I'll let you cherry-pick what I stash."

"Well, aside from a cut of the money... you can have any tools you wanna grab free of charge, plus any.... favours you may want."

She laughs again at that. "I'm sure you'd be willing to fufill any and all favours, oh club president." She sighs, "Whatever, you gotta bring them over whenever though, I just did my toenails. Peace."

The line cuts out immediately, I pocket my phone and look down at the tools, considering.

>Send Claire with the tools
>Head over with the tools
>It can wait til tomorrow, hide it behind the outside table for now
>Other

>>37527596
>Head over with the tools
I don't trust Claire alone with her.

>>37527596
What day is it? if its a school day then it can wait until tomorrow, if not then we should head over with Claire to stash them and say hi to Avery, then head home and sleep in with Claire and Mia.

>>37527596
>It can wait til tomorrow, hide it behind the outside table for now

>>37527596
>>Head over with the tools
The reason why we had to promise favors was because of Claire. We're not sending her over to make things worse unless we go with her.

>>37527596
>Head over with the tools
We should also get a leash/collar set up for Claire. Did we get one? We'll need one for this.

>>37527623
so bring her with us

>>37527596
>>Head over with the tools

Take some condoms too.

Anyone knows how we can make power tool dildo? Idk if my fill condom with paper mache and paper method would work on this.

We need some power tool dildo lewds up in here.

>>37527629
Shock collar.

"Bad Claire, no raping."
Then we zap her.

>>37527663
We need this.

>>37527596
>>Head over with the tools
>>Bring the idiot with us.

>>37527663
She'll enjoy that.

We should do the scrapping thing as often as we can, with consideration to health and safety. Fast money, and it's not technically illegal.

Right?

>>37527663
In the mean time we could get dominatrix Marie to do it if she can control her electricity yet.

>>37527713
Nah, we should only do it if we need to, its risky and as long as we can get enough cash to survive for a while, we shouldn't keep doing it unless we need to.

>>37527713
There are monsters wandering around though, so we need to have everyone with us in case satan pops up and sends an army of succubi after us or something.

>>37527713
what >>37527726 said, this is merely to get us some dosh to survive on, until we can get a actual job.

With a grunting heave, I haul the wheelbarrow off the ground, arms shaking as I barely hold it off the ground, before spinning it again and heading for the gate.

"I would go with buuuuuut.... I don't wanna and I'm tired." Claire tells me, "Night loser." She punches me lightly on the arm and jumps up the wall for my window, clambering in easily. I can hear Mia complain as Claire stumbles on the landing.

Thankfully, by this late at night, all the wacky bullshit's already been killed or gone to bed, so the night air quiet, waiting for the first rays of light in an hour or two.

On the way to Avery's I lament internally that tomorrows the last of the holiday break. "Stupid fucking school." I complain to myself, as I wheel through the streets.

As I roll up to the old factory, Avery's waiting by the barb wire fence, doing a clumsy attempt at a tap dance, her bare feet slapping against the rough bitumen of the factorys parking lot.

"Yo." She greets as I roll up to the gate. "Hang on, lemme grab that." She fishes into her pocket and pulls a key out, releasing the heavy chain lock and letting me through.

She waves me on into the factory itself, where I gratefully set the wheelbarrow down and take a look around.

Not as depressing as I was expecting. She's got a couch and TV set up, with a small coffee table, a dinner table strewn with cards and poker chips, and up on a balcony I spot the edge of a mattress, and the butt of a rifle, gleaming in the soft yellow of the camping light, lighting this corner of the factory.

Avery's already digging through the tools, inspecting what I think is a hand held jackerhammer with an appreciative look. "Alright that's done." She tosses it back on the pile and moves back to her couch, eating canned tuna with a fork from her swiss army knife. "Yu offff then?" She asks, mouth full.

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>>37527726
>>37527744
>>37527741

Be that as it may, risk = reward. Plus, the mall won't be abandoned forever. I'm not saying make a nightly foray out of it, but at least once more, especially to the electronics-

Hey, we could have Mike gussy up some of his mecha-hussies to avoid detection and make some runs for us via cover of night and get shit like diamond-tipped sawblades, CPUs and such to scrap for precious metals, etc. No risk, moderate reward.

>>37527841
"Yeah, need to get home and get some rest, though you're welcome to come with, help yourself to breakfast at my place if you want."

>>37527841
>>37527866
this

>>37527841
"Unless you want me to stay the night or something, although if you do be warned that Claire considers having sex with me to be an open invitation for her."

>>37527841
"Honestly, I'd rather not if I can help it. Last time I walked home by myself at night I almost got curbstomped."

>>37527841
We could hang out, if you want.

Its too late to go to sleep anyway.

>>37527841
"Yeah, I should probably get some sleep."

>>37527841

Oh yeah, >>37527883 is a good point. Seconding that.

>>37527841
"Yeah, it's getting late and I've had a big day. We should hang out sometime, though, it'll be fun. Provided I can restrain Claire, of course."

>>37527883
>Last time I walked home by myself at night
Its early morning and everything has already been killed or gone to bed, read the post.

>>37527910
Still dark out for the next couple of hours.

>>37527841
"I should be, any chance you could walk me to my place? Had a few to many kidnapping attempts and random monsters trying to attack me for my liking, you can feel free to crash at my place if you want."

>>37527930
There aren't any monsters around though.

>>37527910
Then we might as well chill out here.

>>37527971
Two days without sleep is not fun.

>>37527841
We could play poker with Avery.

I doubt she'd be up for strip poker, even if it would invariably end with us completely naked.

>>37527841
Ask if we can crash on the couch for a few hours. If Avery says yes, send a text to Claire we're crashing at Avery's.

A few hours of sleep would do us good.

"I think I'll be heading home, yeah." I take a step towards the door, before pivoting, "You wanna crash at mine? We have hot water, remember?"

She shakes her head from the couch, "Nah... I'm comfy. Come talk to me at school sometime though. I probably won't even rip your dick off. Probably."

I roll my eyes and shut the door behind me, rubbing my shoulders now that the weight's taken off them.

I head through the gate and reset the padlock on the way out, before taking a moment to stretch out a little more, preparing to run home, when a lanky figure looms out of the dark towards me.

I let out an uncomfortably high yelp, jumping back towards the fence, before the figure is fully lit by a street lamp, the morning's first mosquitoes buzzing around his face. "Kid... you gotta help me... without Janine... I'm a wrrrreck."

Dave nearly stumbles into me, a bottle slipping from between his fingers as he leans against the fence, eyes hazily following the hollow clattering, spilling its way into the gutter, eyes sunk into his skull.

>What do?

>>37528060
Nope. Back to Avery's. Not dealing with this shit.

>>37528060
>What do?
Try to avoid getting murdered.

>>37528060
Find a place to talk, and try to figure out what actually happened.

>>37528060
Mosquitos? Yeah, that's normal. Launch back over the gate, propelled by our torrent of terror-shitting.

Also, >>37527842 for further consideration.

>>37528060
"...yes, clearly. Though you were lucid enough to find me, that's impressive. And more than a little creepy. What do you want, Dave?"

>>37528060
I expect a handwritten apology from the anons who kept saying it was perfectly safe to head home and that we wouldn't run into anything.

>>37528117
It's just Dave, he's not dangerous.

>>37528060
>>37528116
This.

>>37528060
If you want that, you first gotta get sober enough to explain yourself.
You need some sleep, and preferably a bath first. Then we can try to figure out what you did, and if we can fix it.
Do you have anywhere to stay and sleep?

>>37528117
That's just Dave. It could had been way, way worse.

>>37528135
Heh... You're cute when you're deluded.

Tell Dave to fuck off, we don't owe him shit.

>>37528135
> It's just a guy who has the character Image of an insane serial killer and acts similarly to him when angry. No way he can be dangerous at all

>>37528060
Run away screaming like a little girl.

Run back home.

>>37528176
We may not owe him shit, but Janine is alone, in a wheelchair.

>>37528213
We need to get her one of our brothers robo helper/bodyguards fast.

>>37528060
"Damn, Dave, you're a wreck. Shit, don't you have anyone else to turn to? Coworkers, college buddies? Because I'm not nearly qualified to get your life back together."

Just a friendly reminder that if everyone didn't have their heads up their asses, we could be having loving sex with wheelclaire instead of getting killed by the Adachi expy.

".... I can see that." I tell him. "Although clearly you were able to find me. Which is more than a little creepy."

He shakes his head, blinking. "Nah... I was at the bar down the street. They kicked me out when I started crying too much. Said I was bringing the mood down. Fuckers." He hiccups loudly.

I stare at him, not sure if that's a lie. "Well, you need to sober up enough that you can explain yourself." Then his stench hits me. "Jesus and you need a cleaning too. You got anywhere to stay?"

He nods, fumbling a motel key out of his pocket. "The No Roach Inn." Sounds convincingly hygienic.

>Send him on his way
>Take him there, try and deal with him

>>37528250
>>Send him on his way

>>37528250
>Take him there, try and deal with him

>>37528250
>Take him there, try and deal with him

>>37528250
>Take him there, try and deal with him

>>37528250
>Send him on his way

>>37528250
> Take him there

>>37528250
>Take him there, try and deal with him

>>37528250
>>Send him on his way

No point in dealing with him, he needs to sleep, and sober up.

Give him written note to take a bath, and think on how can he explain himself, and to stop drinking so much he looses control of himself.

Only apology I can really see is the "I have a drinking problem, and I misspoke while I was drunk."

Unless he really cleans up, stops drinking and really apologizes, idk what we can do.

>>37528352
>and think on how can he explain himself
I don't think he can explain his way out of trying to take advantage of Mia.

>>37528352
He tried to assault Mia anon, Janine threw him out after that.

>>37528250
>Take him there, try and deal with him

>>37528358
I think he meant more "When can she move out" than "When can I fuck her," but I don't know for sure either way. We should find out now, and if we don't like his answer, leave his corpse in a ditch.

>>37528368
No he didn't, he only asked for her birthday.

>>37528381
>We should find out now
No we shouldn't, he's a drunk alcoholic abusive fuckup who should have nothing to do with Mia or Janine.

>>37528381
Yes, we should.

>>37528358
>>37528368
He is a drunk guy, who lost control of himself while being drunk, in a room with a pretty girl. Hell he didn't even cop a feel or nothing, just said stupid things.

Yes, that is really bad. But any lecherous drunk would do that.

You try asking someones birthday, while complimenting them, to distract from the fact you forgot, after couple liters of vodka, and you would do better?

I sigh and wave him on. It's already late, so I might as well miss a little more sleep and deal with this.

He nods and starts stumbling towards the address written on the key.

I watch as he fumbles his way through the streets, not saying anything and letting him pick himself up when he falls, only pulling him out of his puddle of vomit and dragging him on.

Thankfully his room is on the ground floor, so I take the key and open the door, letting him stumble his way through.

He immediately goes for the bathroom, I hear him retching for a few minutes, before the toilet flushes, then the shower running.

I wait in the disgusting room, not wanting to sit on any of the stained furniture, trying to ignore the skittering sounds around the room.

His suitcase is open on the bed, but is empty except for one change of clothes and a photo of Dave and Janine at their wedding. Judging by their clothes it was a low budget affair. In the corner of the photo, Mia is frowning, sitting with someone who looks related to Dave.

I put the photo back down as Dave stumbles back out, bare chested and a towel around his waist. His eyes have cleared now at least, as he slumps into a chair, a hand over his face.

"Fuck me, it's over. It's all over. What the fuck?" He groans, more to himself than to me.

>Write in

>>37528420
>in a room with a pretty girl
HIS STEP-DAUGHTER

>>37528388
I didn't say we should do anything about it if it was innocent, just that we should find out if he might ever actually be a threat to our pet cutie and neutralize if necessary.

>>37528422
"What the fuck is right, get a grip on your life, sober up and clean up your act."

>>37528422
"What did you do, and why?"

>>37528422
Okay lets start of with what you did.
What were you thinking, and why the hell are you drinking so much you loose control of yourself?

>>37528422
"What actually happened, Dave? I gathered that you were drunk and said something dumb, but what were you doing?"

>>37528422
"Alright Dave, what happened? Because from what I heard, Janine was really angry at whatever you did."

"Alright Dave... what happened. What did you do and why?"

He startles, as if remembering I was there. Finally he gives a slow sigh and looks up. "I was asking when Mia was eighteen."

I ball my fists, trying not to punch him immediately at that. "Why?" I repeat.

The tears are back in his eyes now. "Because I forgot when her birthday was. I wanted to know when to get her a present! Instead Janine just blew up at me, kept screaming about how I wanted to..." he shudders. "No.... I know what happened to that girl, I could never touch.... just.... no, alright? Imagine how fucked in the head she'd be if I ever tried anything like that."

My fist is still balled by my side. I look down at him, tears still streaming down his face.

"Besides, little girls aren't my thing.... I like ladies who have their heads on right, older y'know?" He babbles, reaching to grab the photo out of his suitcase, stroking Janine's face slowly.

>What do?

So is Danny just free therqpy now? Because that is the only reason I can think to stay around this guy. Plus Danny seems to be intruding into Mia's family life more than he needs to. I'm pretty sure Janine and Mia don't WANT to see him again

>>37528617
>I'm pretty sure Janine and Mia don't WANT to see him again
I don't either, but some anons decided to play therapy session with the crazy drunkard.

And not the fun one that is a retired supervillain.

>>37528592
"Janine seems to recall something different, but I don't care. Clean yourself up, sober out, move on."

>>37528592
"Okay. And I'm guessing you were drunk when you asked this, and weren't clear headed enough to explain what you meant? Dave, why do you drink so much?"

>>37528592
"You seriously need to stop drinking so much."

>>37528665
>>37528686
These, then leave. Nothing more shameful than a man who can't move on.

>>37528665
What are you talking about? That's exactly how she recalls it.

>>37528592
Okay, thats what you taught you did, while being drunk out of your mind.

What I understand they heard from you was, "Hay baby, when your ass turns 18?".

Here is what I think you should do.

Step one. Stop drinking. You have serous problem.
Step two. Go and apologize about your drunken behavior, and explain what you wanted to do.

Why you drink so much anyway?

>>37528617
Mia doesn't, but I'm not so sure about Janine.

>>37528729
Okay, so even IF we take out that part and give him the benefit of the doubt, Dave STILL has problems, and I STILL don't think that Janine or Mia want him in their home again.

>>37528592
"First thing is you gotta stop drinking. If you weren't drunk, this wouldn't have happened. You need to find out why you drink, and keep yourself from drinking. Maybe if you stop, you can get your life in order enough to explain yourself to Janine."

>>37528774
So you missed Janine nearly crying that her second marriage has gone to shit?

>>37528774
But, the only reason Janine doesn't want him there is because of a misunderstanding.

"That might be what you meant, but I saw all the bottles on your counter. You were drunk out of your mind. If you weren't you probably could have explained yourself. Why do you drink so god damn much?"

Dave looks up at me, brow knitting. "I drink, because the women I love was crippled by some anonymous robot driving assholes! Because I had to work nearly every hour of the day to support her. I DRINK.. because the woman I love threw me out on the street!"

I cut him off. "You say that. But look where it fucking led you. You have to clean yourself up man. Your a trainwreck." I step closer, "Stop using booze as a crutch and fucking take care of your wife."

He looks taken aback, before he collapses his face into his hands, his sobs redoubling as he cries, tears rolling down his chest now, as he sniffs and moans.

>Stay away from Mia's family
>Other

>>37528811
Yet the cause of the misunderstanding is still there. She still has a problem with his drinking. Things won't be sugar and rainbows just becauseh e says he fucked up. Sorry is only a bandaid. I know that from seeing it.

>>37528800
>>37528811
And here's a shocking possibility: what if it wasn't just a misunderstanding? What if Janine was completely right in interpreting Dave's question the way she did, and his current stint of drinking is out of guilt?

We don't know enough about him to make that call, and neither Janine nor Mia have asked us to interfere. We have no right to interject ourselves FURTHER into their home life.

>>37528833
>Other
"Sort yourself out."

>>37528833
"Sort yourself out, get clean, and when you are go back and tell those wonderful women how sorry you were for being a drunken arse."
>leave

>>37528833
See >>37528892

>>37528833
>>Other
when you get sobered up come find me an maybe just fucking maybe i will help you and if for some reason you are fucking lying to me i will make sure you die.

>>37528833
>Other
Either clean yourself up, or take yourself out.

>>37528869
Of course there's a problem, but Janine didn't seem to mind it before

>>37528833
Look Dave, I know its hard on you, but drinking only makes things worse.

You need to choose to keep drinking your sorrows away, or stop drinking, man up, and apologize, and explain yourself. It will be hard, but you can do it.

>>37528890
Saying to drunk dude, that lost his family because of being drunk is not messing with peoples home life. its just pointing out the elephant in the room.

>>37528916
Too much investment in his sorry hide, and the threat at the end is unnecessary.

>>37528939
Telling him to unfuck himself is one thing, pushing him back into their home is completely different. Even telling him to apologize goes too far.

It's on him to sort his shit out, and it's on him whether he tries to move on or go back, and it's on Janine and Mia whether they want to forgive him.

>>37528833
>Other
"Look, I've already stepped deeper into this than I have any right to. So I'm not going to try to help you put this back together. But I'll tell you this: However awful you feel right now? It can get worse. And it will, if you don't get sober and stay there. So clean yourself up before this kills you."

And then go home and catch whatever sleep we can.

I look down at him one last time, as the sun starts to shine in through the window. "Either keep drinking and wallowing in pity or clean yourself up, sort yourself out, and when you're good, go apologise to those wonderful women. Not a moment before. Got it?"

He hiccups, but makes a movement that could be a nod.

Okay, I'm done.

I turn and strut over to the door, letting myself out and slamming it behind me. I swear to god, if he was lying about the birthday thing...

The sun's rising higher above the horizon, as I feel the skin around my eye's tightening. I spot my reflection in a window, the bags under my eyes even worse than usual.

I take a long breath of morning aiir, letting it flow in and out of my lungs. Christ I'm fucking tired. I look left and right. Avery's place is closer to the right... but my house has my bed... and soft girls. Hmmm

>Crash at Avery's
>Head home
>Other

>>37529047
>Crash at Avery's

>>37529047
>Head home
Soft bed and soft girls are worth the walk.

>>37529047
To Ms Guttas place!

>>37529047
>Crash at Avery's
Avery's has girls too, hard girls.

>>37529047
>Head home

>>37529047
>Crash at Avery's

>>37529047
>>Head home

>>37529047
>Crash at Avery's

>>37529047
Home, to girlflesh and bed.

Oh, and we should maybe tell Mia about this. Don't want Dave showing up later saying it was us that put him on the straight and narrow and come off a traitor.

>>37528931
Just because she didn't say anything doesn't mean she didn't mind it. No one WANTS a heavy drinker in their home, especially around their kids. Janine probably just tolerated it out of desperation to make her second marriage work. By no stretch does that mean that she didn't have a problem ith it.

>>37529047
>Head home

home wins

>>37529047
>Crash at Avery's
So.. I can't tell if Dave is full of it or not. Also we could always bang Mia's mom. Maybe she's got healy super powers.

>>37529047
>Head home

>>37529062
Man, I feel ya, but this early in the morning is not a good time for Marie, both for waking her up and for our cover story.

A little later in the morning, we can go to her place to "discuss club activities for the school year" have sex with her all day, indulging in our kinkiest fetishes, maybe even discuss lactation, maybe even take her to Rosa's sex dungeon for toys and extra privacy.

Remember, we have to be careful how we're seen with her, especially with nosy neighbors.

>>37529112
Agreed. We'll tell her when we wake up. Just a "Ran into Dave on walk back, he was a mess, yelled at him for being a drunk, told him to get his life together." Make it clear we're not on his side, we're on the side of people not being scumbags. We don't want him back in her life, we just want him to get clean so he can move on.

>>37529158
>have to be careful how we're seen with her
>taking her to Rosa's house
>what where Rosa's parents live

>>37529193
Yeah that's retarded. They know we're banging Claire and Mia. They're not okay with it. IF they knew we're doing teachers as well her father will probably explode.

>>37529193
Yeah, Marie is kind-of hard to be around. We really need to move out.

>>37529218
her dad dose not like it; her mom i dont think she gives a fuck.

>>37529218
Wasn't Marie in the room when Rosa's mom walked in on the Christmas kink party? I think they have a suspicion of what's going on.

>>37529193
>Laughingrosasmom.jpg

>>37529254
She hid under the table. Like a bitch.

>>37529254
Marie was the only one to pass her Hide check.

Mom in law saw nothing.

I head home, nearly staggering in the street my self from exhaustion. Good god, why would anyone stay up until six in the morning, this is hell.

I stumble through the back of the house and up to my room, ignoring the hissing of whoever's in the shower and force my door open, stumbling to a collapse on my mattress next to one of the girls and immediately asleep.

I groan as I wake up, feeling something stick on my forehead. I grab impatiently at it, pulling it into my bleary sight. A gummy bear. Claire, most likely. I sit up, actually feeling suprisingly well rested, until I notice my clock. Two PM. That should do it.

I smack my lips, looking around the room, finding no one hear, until I notice the stick note on my shoulder.

"Tk Mia on dte, wll b home whnevs." Claire again.

I ball the note up and try to shoot it into my bin, missing spectacularly. Well, guess I should do something. It is the last day of the break after all.

I flop back on the mattress, trying to think of something to do....

>Write in

>>37529256
Let's stop beating around the bush: when do we add Mrs. Mishone to the harem?

>>37529274
Grab our schoolbag, text Marie we want to come over to "discuss club activities".

>>37529274
Go bug Avery.

>>37529274
Hang out with Avery.

>>37529274
Make a note to self to give Claire english lessons as well

>>37529300
>Not "Get Avery to bug us."

>>37529274
Talk to Mike about fencing power tools. Visit Rosa with Eri (PERFECT COVER) and check out the rape dungeon.

Actually, does Rose know about Eri? I mean, I don't think the new nobility would sneer at incest, but...

>>37529307
Either or.

>>37529300
Seconded. Avery's fun, I like her. It's nice having a female friend who's not part of the harem (despite Claire's best efforts).

>>37529307
> Not "Get Avery to bugger us in the ass"

>>37529274
this>>37529295

>>37529274
Hang out with Avery.

>>37529311
Rosa brought it up before. She was weirded out at first, but has since said that she'll cope.

>>37529274
Consider teaching Claire to spell.

avery wins

>>37529415
Route lock. No take backsies

>>37529415
>>37529452
This.

>>37529452
Pretty sure we're already locked on the harem route.

>>37529452
What?

>>37529452
>>37529468
>Implying WheelClaire isn't our one true route lock.

>>37529415
Yay? We are taking that futa cock up our ass. Better get some lube!

>>37529499
Gayyyyyy.

Just jack her off while we're banging her ass.

>>37529491
Have we mentioned that to anyone yet? Not WheelClaire in particular, but the whole stupid thing.

>>37529499
Why should we get lube when we can lube it up ourselves by first giving her a blowjob so that we can get her cock slick from our saliva and her cum first?
Or were you going to suggest drinking it all down?

>>37529452
Does anyone have the picture that goes with that?

>>37529499
>>37529525
>>37529547
Sounds good.

I grab my phone and call Avery, figure she wanted to hang out, so why not now?

"Hola?" She greets after a few rings. "que ha llegado a las oficinas de los Rivets y Rivets, ¿en qué puedo ayudarle?"

"Avery, why are you speaking in Italian?" I ask, deadpan.

She just sighs dramatically. "No reason, what? I'm doing fingernails now."

"Just figured you might wanna chill." I shrug, before realising she can't see it.

She takes a moment to hum, considering again. "Sure, don't see why not. Just promise you won't be squeamish."

"Wha-?" She hangs up.

Well that can't be a good sign.

Either way, gotta nothing else to do. I change clothes and hit the road, arriving back at the gate. Finding it unlocked for me. I step through and head for the factory entrance, hoping I'm not about to find her chopping peoples fingers off or something.

But no, I step inside, and just find her sitting on the couch, something bubbling a pot over a camper stove, as she glosses her fingernails.

"Saludos, mi amigo." She calls, jerking her head to the other cushion. "You know what's terrible? Day time TV in this city. All K-dramas and reality shows. Blech." She sticks her tongue out, channel surfing by pressing the remote with her toe. "So, figure out what you're doing with all that bullshit?" She asks, nodding at the wheelbarrow.

"Haven't the slightest clue." I shrug.

She grunts and continues flipping channels.

"God, how do you stand this city, it's either insanely dangerous or dead boring. I'd go nuts inside a year." She complains.

>Write in

>>37529642
"When the people you love are there, even the worst city becomes home"

>>37529642
"If you seriously think everyone here isn't nuts already, you need to take another look 'round."

>>37529642
"Claire certainly helps with the boredom."

>>37529642
At least it's not insanely dangerous all of the time. That would be the worst.

>>37529642
You get used to it. When God is a Chuckling mad man with a penchant for soft core porn the universe functions with fits and starts.

>>37529642
Well I have super sex powers. I make my own entertainment every time i touch someone. So far I have been electrocuted,frozen, and turned into girl or have my partners change genders mid cloitos. Fun enough for me. Then sing our best rendition of-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ss7AQC79t2s

>>37529642
"Oh, Avery, you kidder. Talking like I haven't already gone insane. That's a good one."

>>37529642
"It's like sex. Most of it is hard work, which is mediocre at best, but when those few good times show up...mmh."

>>37529642
"Eh, you get used to it if you grow up in it. What about you? Other parts of the country aren't like this?"

>>37529642
"Some guys my age pilot mechs, or fight crime in masks, or fight criminal masks with mechs, or go around acting like mopey twats."

"As for me, I have sex. Lots and lots of sex."

>>37529642
I drink Paint.

>>37529853
>>37529642
Seconded

>>37529642
Seconding >>37529829

>>37529853
Okay, that made me chuckle. Thirded.

>>37529642

Thirding
>>37529829
>>37529872

I shrug. "It's more tolerable when you grow up here I guess. Some people here fight crime for fun, or turn into evil cunts. I just have sex. Lots and lots of sex."

She raises and eyebrow at that, but keeps glossing her nails, "Yeah I gathered that from your girlfriend." She puts the gloss brush thing away and blows on her nails, flicking them to air dry. "Oh yeah, how's your sister doing? Those cult dudes come and reverse kidnap her or something yet?"

I shake my head. "Don't think they're that fussed. To my shit about the bright lights or whatever. Not my problem as long as the fuck off."

She grunts, before finally settling on some music channel. Huh, this is a cable channel, I look around the back of the TV and sure enough a cable leads outside, presumably jacking into something that lets her steal signals. "You up for blackjack?" She asks suddenly. "I'm bored shitless.

>Write in

>>37529923
Drinking paint was the superior answer.

But fuck it yeah let's play black jack.

>>37529923
I don't have any money to bet right now, so would strip blackjack be better?

>>37529923
Sure, but what're we betting?

I think we all know where we hope this is going.

>>37529923
"Sure. We can use power tools as chips."

>>37529923
"Sure."

>>37529923
Strip Blackjack?

>>37529923
"What are the stakes?"

>>37529923
Sure, but I have no money.
(hint hint, wink wink).
>>37529942
They are already ours. Bad idea.

>>37529923
"Sure, or, we could go back to my place and play video games. I don't have money for blackjack until we sell all this shit."

>>37529963
We did promise she could have some.

>>37529963
I just like the mental image of pushing a pile of circular saws to the middle of the table.

>>37529994
I raise you two screw drivers and a claw hammer.

"Sure, but I don't have any money, so.... what you wanna bet?" I ask, giving her a suggestive smile.

But she's already on her feet, missing the look as she walks to the table. "Eh, I have poker chips, we can just play for fun. Or something like that."

I frown a little at that, but take a seat opposite her.

She places the deck in the middle and deals each of us two cards.

>Roll 2d11 (first roll only for Danny, second for avery)

Rolled 7, 10 = 17 (2d11)

>>37530057

Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d11)

>>37530057
We getting shot down harder than Ace Combat.

Rolled 11, 3 = 14 (2d11)

>>37530057

>>37530081
You better hope we get an ace

>>37530081
i honestly want this to be the winner.

Avery looks at her cards for a second, before tossing them down. "Agh. Fold."

I smirk as I rake in the fake money she bet to my side. "Someones a sore loser." I mutter.

"Hows about you fuck off?" She mutters back dealing again.

>Rinse and repeat (2d11s etc)
>Other

Rolled 9, 5 = 14 (2d11)

>>37530140

Rolled 4, 8 = 12 (2d11)

>>37530140
>Rinse and repeat

>>37530140
Strip version.

Betting for nothing is dull.

>>37530140
>Rinse and repeat (2d11s etc)

>>37530140
Seconding >>37530193

>>37530193
What are you talking about, we're gonna get all of her fake moneys, and establish superiority.

>>37530140
Since Avery is weirdly innocent compared to some of our girls, I think we'll have to flat out suggest strip blackjack rather than hint at it.

'strip poker?' it is

>>37530248
She'll get bored of playing long before that happens.

>>37530256
no

>>37530256
Yess...

>>37530256
Nice.