#47 - [accidental video/action]

[totallyinaband]

[Stephen is at his usual spot in the kitchen at The Blue Light today, apron and baseball cap on. He's working fairly quickly, chopping vegetables and periodically checking a few pots on the stove and something in the oven. The radio is on (not playing Christmas music, thank god) and he's humming along occasionally. What he has failed to notice is that someone has placed a sprig of mistletoe on the pass-over window between the kitchen and the bar, so every time he comes over to watch what's happening in the bar, he is in the line of fire. Oh dear.]







[ooc: MISTLETOE CURSE! Have at him. I am serious. Anyone. :-D]

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[deadly_legacy]

[Euphie decides to stop in for lunch today. She finds herself looking around for a menu near the bar.]

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[totallyinaband]

[Luckily your local friendly Canadian is nearby with one.]

Looking for one of these?

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[deadly_legacy]

Oh, yes, thank you so much. [And really what better way is there to thank someone but to step closer, reach for the menu and then grab your shirt with her other hand to pull you down for a kiss? That's how they do it in Canada too, right?]

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[totallyinaband]

[Stephen's hands flail awkwardly for several moments before he finds her shoulders and pushes back. He is BRIGHT red right now. Thanks, lady.]

Uh, yeah. Your welcome.

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[deadly_legacy]

[She blushes too.]

Ah...

What do you recommend? [Totally normal.]

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[totallyinaband]

The nachos are good. And there's a fish thing. I'm just going to-

[Stephen takes a few steps back before hurrying back into the kitchen. To go brush his teeth or something. SO MANY GIRL COOTIES TODAY.]

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[deadly_legacy]

...Thank you! [She calls after to him. And then more quietly.] For the menu I mean...

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[deadly_legacy]

(OOC: I want to curse Euphie with the naughty/nice list this week. Is it okay with you if I have her mentioning this kiss? She'd probably say something like "Scaring the man from the kitchen by kissing him"?)

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[totallyinaband]

I AM SO OKAY WITH THIS THAT IT IS RIDICULOUS.

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[deadly_legacy]

<333! Thank you!

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

[totallyinaband]

[Stephen comes out of the kitchen to bring someone else their lunch when he notices Cowboy smoldering in a corner.]

Hey man.

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Hello.

[totallyinaband]

[Collecting some glasses while he's over here.]

Haven't seen you here before.

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Haven't been here before to be seen.

[totallyinaband]

You getting a drink?

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Just waiting on another beer.

[totallyinaband]

We have a complaints box if you need it.

[Going to get him another one, though.]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

I don't think I will.

[totallyinaband]

Good. We're under new management, so I figure he have an excuse.

[Coming back with your beer. Aaaaand there's no one else in the bar, so he might as well sit down.]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

You putting up with--



--all this all right?

[totallyinaband]

Fuck. I thought it was just outside.

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Looks like it got in.

[totallyinaband]

[Oh fuck. Is he going to...? Stephen freezes.]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

[totallyinaband]

[There are a few seconds of AHHHH TERROR WHAT'S HAPPENING before the mistletoe kicks in, and then Stephen is surging forwards, grabbing a handful of that vest he's always wearing to kiss him back with gusto.]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

[totallyinaband]

[He's part melting and part struggling at this point. His insides have started to feel all gooey, but dammit he wants to stay in control of this for just a moment longer.]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

[totallyinaband]

[Hnnnnng stop making this more difficult. Both hands slip under his vest, sitting around his ribcage, feeling the lean muscles underneath. Oh god, he's been thinking about this forever.]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

[totallyinaband]

[Believe him. He's not going anywhere. The mistletoe is clouding his judgment enough to let him do exactly want he wants. Which is not breathe, apparently.]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

[totallyinaband]

[Oh god. This man is an evil genius. Stephen leans in even further, pressed up against the other man as close as he can get. Any minute it's going to give, and he is trying very hard to get everything out of this he can.]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

[totallyinaband]

[He's been preparing himself for worse than that. Stephen jumps back as well, possibly more quickly even, arms wrapped around himself.]

Uh...

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Those curses.

[totallyinaband]

Yeah. Curses. Fuck. Uh, I'm going to get back to work. Now.

[aaaaaaand now he's going to dash for the kitchen as non-nonchalantly as he can manage. Which is 'not very'.]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

[Demyx has had a long day of stalking people scientific observation social note-taking stalking people. So he figures he might as well drop in on Stephen. Plus, food! He goes over to that window near the counter where he usually speaks to him.] Stephen?

[totallyinaband]

Hey, man. Staying out of trouble?

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

Yeah? [Blink. Confused for a moment, but he shakes it off.] How're you?

[totallyinaband]

Fine. You want anything to eat.