love me / spin the bottle

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      LITTLE PISTOL

UNDER THE SKIN, AGAINST THE SKULL, THEY PUT A LITTLE CHIP SO THAT THEY KNOW IT ALL. I THINK I MIGHT BE SCARED OF THE WORLD AND THE WAY IT MAKES YOU FEEL AFRAID, AND HOW IT GETS IN THE WAY.

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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.