LITTLE PISTOL

The Pitt, while the idea of it was rather fun (to him, at least), lacked quite a bit in fun things to do other than slap some poor fucks around from time to time. Half of the members had sticks up their asses; at this point, the only reason he stuck around was purely the heat and the fact that a lot of the guys here were more than somewhat attractive. It was unfortunate, though; he spent so much time simply laying in the sun that he never got the chance to flirt with that cute collie, or the big guy he took quite a liking too.

At that moment, as the crisp fall air filled his lungs, the large wolfdog found himself lying among a particularly large pile of empty beer bottles. "Fuuuck," he breathed, rolling to his side and stretching out his long limbs. Had he really drunken that much? Eugene barely felt buzzed; after growing some, he probably needed much more liquor to even think about getting drunk. Which sucked, because even with his large stash of it, he likely didn't have enough to last him more than a day or two. The male heaved out lightly and stood with only a slight wobble. He took in his mouth a full bottle and trodded into the main area of the camp.

As he slumped to the ground and promptly swallowed half the bottle in a single gulp, Eugene thought on what he could do to pass the time. Most games were a bore unless they involved kissing or fumbling around in a dark closet for seven minutes, and while that definitely would have been fun, there seemed to be a bit of a lack of closets in the fortress. Ah, but what there wasn't a lack of was bottles. Lantern-like eyes turned down to the one he held, and upon finishing the last drop, the slightly tipsy demon sat up and barked out,"Hey hey, spin the bottle, anyone?"

"careful kitty cat, don't wanna overstep your place again, do we?" benny practically purred in amusement as he strolled toward the little set-up. his voice held a mix of malice and humor, though the man himself wasn't in the mood to reprimand and bark at slaves right now. he had gotten a good cat nap between shifts, and felt more energized than he had been most nights. clear of any "visions" this fine day. maria had given him a break for once.

he settled himself across from  the two and curled his patched tail over his paws, tipping his chin up with a smug smile. "now, sharing is caring. we can all have a little fun with eugene!"

      LITTLE PISTOL

It wasn't long before others began to gather, the first to approach being Butch; the hound couldn't say he was disappointed to see him first. He returned the grin smoothly and tipped his head coyly to the side, tail wagging slowly as he practically cooed,"I certainly wouldn't mind playing with just you sometime soon, かなり少年." A bit unfortunate, really, that others had interrupted so soon. Eugene hadn't even managed to snatch a quick kiss, but there was always time for that later, especially when it looked like Butch would be sticking around.

He offered a small frown to Benny at his quip to the collie. Overstep? All the guy was doing was flirting, there was no harm in that. Gene huffed out in mild annoyance and glanced to the slave—fuck he hated that word—before looking back at Benny with a quirked brow. "Aw, don't ruin our fun before it's started, Ben! He didn't do nothin' wrong." The wolfdog murmured, though his frown broke into a lopsided grin after a moment. "Certainly enough of me to go around, though, eh?"

To Val's first comment he merely smiled; he didn't know Butch well at all, but it was easy to tell he didn't quite give a shit about anyone with a rank above slave. All he cared about was getting by without getting a yank on his chain, and Eugene could respect that. At least he wasn't a total dipshit just asking for a beating, or someone that stuck to the shadows and cowered each time a mere dweller passed. "Not a lot of fun in playing if not everyone can get involved." He barked. "You're welcome too, if you can manage to get that stick outta your ass." A light smirk to him, and then he turned to Quill; while he hadn't managed to catch what the larger hound had said, he did manage to catch his lips, somewhat to Eugene's surprise. Even so, he reciprocated what he could before it ended, and sat there with a bit of a dumb expression until it slid into a smug little smirk.

"Well," he hummed, drawing his tongue over his jaws. "I suppose that's one way to start us off." Gene thumped his paw lightly on the ground and eyed Quill for a moment before settling a claw on the bottle. "Ready, boys?" He tapped it once, twice, then gave it a spin, and smiled as he watched it begin to slow.