Who: Aelwyn Abernant & You When: April Where: Around Gloucester Summary: Aelwyn plans an assassination, goes on a not-date, various other things. Warnings: Aelwyn in general, TBA.
[Mercy waves the attendant over and doles out the $5 for a set of rings to toss. Warwick was always better at this sort of game when they were little, but she's had time to work on her finesse. The bottles on display are a variety of colors, mostly blue and green, with a few precious gold bottles scattered about.]
It's all in the wrist. And how it feels in your fingers. You gotta be delicate-like, treat it like- well, like you'd treat something tender.
[She looks over at Aelwyn with a lift of her brows. Mercy is more alluding to touching Aelwyn, in general, but...]
[For a moment, all Aelwyn does is blink. Then her normally sharp (currently round) ears go a bit pink and she lets out a breathless laugh. God, she really needs to stop letting Mercy sneak attack her like this.
[She smirks at Mercy, raising her eyebrows right back.]
Is that right? So, I assume you have to be forceful too, maybe even get a little rough depending on the throw? My, how complicated. Are there any sweet spots? You know, extra effective places to put your fingers when aiming?
[This poor attendant. The integrity of the metaphor has fallen apart.]
[Oh. That's... Oh. Mercy realizes where she's going and... hmm. There's a blush on her cheeks, but she's not one to back down in this sort of thing.]
Well, the place you're looking for on the ring can be a bit hard to find. It's smaller than you'd expect, but soon as you got your fingers on it, you'll know you got-
[The attendant coughs loudly.]
Ladies? Are you going to be tossing?
[Mercy bites her lip and glances over at Aelwyn again with a barely concealed grin.]
Tossing, rolling, all kinds of things.
[But to save him, she does flick the first ring out. It skips past a gold cap and lands on a nearby blue one.]
cw: mild innuendo
It's all in the wrist. And how it feels in your fingers. You gotta be delicate-like, treat it like- well, like you'd treat something tender.
[She looks over at Aelwyn with a lift of her brows. Mercy is more alluding to touching Aelwyn, in general, but...]
1/2
Well, two can play at that game.]
2/2 less mild more innuendo continues
Is that right? So, I assume you have to be forceful too, maybe even get a little rough depending on the throw? My, how complicated. Are there any sweet spots? You know, extra effective places to put your fingers when aiming?
[This poor attendant. The integrity of the metaphor has fallen apart.]
cw: nsfw innuendo continues
Well, the place you're looking for on the ring can be a bit hard to find. It's smaller than you'd expect, but soon as you got your fingers on it, you'll know you got-
[The attendant coughs loudly.]
Ladies? Are you going to be tossing?
[Mercy bites her lip and glances over at Aelwyn again with a barely concealed grin.]
Tossing, rolling, all kinds of things.
[But to save him, she does flick the first ring out. It skips past a gold cap and lands on a nearby blue one.]
Sometimes, you do miss and gotta try more'n once.