Post by Georgia River on Nov 30, 2016 18:38:31 GMT
"Mooning might be a bit more dangerous here," Georgia offered. "Those shorts look like they're the quick tear off kind, and you could find yourself hot-dogging in no time," she had to smirk at that. It was a very slight possibility, even with the strangely high amount of LGBT mutants. Far more likely was that someone would make a comment about it or attempt to hit it with a basketball. Georgia had mostly gotten away with it because people generally didn't want to damage boobs.
Though she'd had some partners...
"I don't even pay what they charge locals," Georgia offered. "Sure, the games here are at least a little more interesting, what with powers sometimes coming into play and all, but it still isn't worth the money. Now, if you're asking whether I'd go if someone bought tickets..." Georgia scrunched up her nose, threading her hands behind her head. "I dunno: how hot is the person we're talking about? And is the team sexy? And just how short are the shorts anyway?"
When Michael offered the mooning option, he didn’t think about how dangerous it was and more how offended they’d be at this sight. Probably more than they had been at the sight of her breasts. There were apparently a lot of bisexuals at the school, but Michael found out that many of them, too many for his taste, leaned more towards the other gender than their own. If all he wanted was some quick action, he could still count on them, but not for anything more. And, despite his attitude, he actually wanted more. But he never talked of that with Georgia, unless it was to complain about his boyfriend of the moment, or ex, depending on said moment. “That would be nothing I didn’t do before,” he pointed out after a moment, although not completely disagreeing with her. Mooning was not the best option. But it was not as easy to show his balls compared to hers.
Michael nodded as he too wouldn’t pay for games, not even the local ones that were significantly cheaper. Unless it was free and had nothing else to do, or had some hot guy who invited him, he wouldn’t see the point. It seemed like she had the same point of view. They even had the same very important questions to answer to before deciding whether or not that was important to go to a game. “Vital questions, really,” Michael agreed although with some amusement in the voice. “But it’s tough to choose a game based on how sexy the players are. Football’s got tighter shorts but those big shoulder pads. Basketball offers less clothes on the upper area but those shorts...” He shook his head. He didn’t want them to be fashionable, he understood why their clothes looked like that. But, as someone who had no interest in sports, they didn’t necessarily offered a lot to make him way to stay. “I could go with a plain guy, if he’s rich. And paying. And that hot guy better not to be too into the game,” Michael argued. Clearly, he thought of the same questions she offered and hound suitable answers to them.
“Change of subject, heard you were into the Bellefonte twins. You got one in particular or you’re planning some incestuous threesome?” Okay, so maybe not that big of a leap from one topic to another, but at least he named the hot guys.
"Super vital," Georgia agreed, nodding her head. She listened to Michael's explanation, head still bobbing right along with the agreement. "I dunno: there are just so many guys that are both rich and pretty. Like, maybe if he was really generous then I may overlook his butter face..." Georgia crinkled up her nose. This hadn't quite been something she'd had to worry about just yet, though she had a feeling it would be something she'd see at some point in the future.
The discussion thankfully turned to something a little more pleasing. "Both? All of the above?" Georgia shrugged. "If I thought I could get away with it, I'd shoot for a straight up foursome, throw Eri in there too. But I don't think that family's quite Lannister enough for that," she smirked, overly pleased with herself for it. "Don't worry: only one can knock me up. So I'll just give you whichever one doesn't." she paused, tilting her head, then shrugging. "Except Eri, since you probably wouldn't be interested. Girl so needs someone to give it to her on the regular, and a good dick up her ass would probably help."
Georgia stretched, walking a few steps before turning around and looking. "Wanna go see if there's some other sports we can oogle? I need some sort of visual stimulation, now that you got me all hot and bothered."
Post by Michael Miller on Dec 14, 2016 17:51:35 GMT
There was a whole debate at hand here about who was the best person to be invited to a game by. Georgia was right, there seemed to be a few pretty and rich people around here. The old saying that claimed you couldn’t have it all didn’t seem to apply much to people here at Bellefonte. But they all could have point against them despite their looks or money. The fact they were obsessed by the game being only one of those. “I’m with you there.” Ideally, he wouldn’t have to choose. It was not like he wanted someone filthy rich, but he did have an expensive taste. He didn’t want to think about that for now. He preferred to enjoy the good sides of being with a person without having to commit to it. The chances to be disappointed or hurt were to great and not worth it.
He had a light chuckle at her answer. He really shouldn’t be surprised by it. Although he would have been frustrated to see his friend sleeping with a guy he had his eye on, even if he had yet put anything else on him. “Something tells me none of them would be up for that. Hell, Eri would likely ignore you if she finds out you also had her brothers.” She was tough to read at times, so he couldn’t be sure. But he was certain that, deep down inside, she wouldn’t be pleased to be yet another Bellefonte in Georgia’s list of bedmates.
She offered whichever one of them would not knock her up. He scoffed at that. “Hey, I’m more picky than this. But perhaps we can go for a friendly bet, see who can get one of them first?” He seriously hoped they wouldn’t just fall for her. Well, one he didn’t care about, but he’d lose all interest on Pendragon should the guy sleep with her before he could do anything with him.
“I think that’s more what I want,” he pointed out with a smirk. “But you’re right, she could use some action. At least you’re not her roommate.” He technically had nothing to say against Erika. She respected who he was and they didn’t have to constantly fight over things like the television or invaded space or dirty dishes. “At the same time, I’m kind of afraid what she’d look like if she’s deep in love. Don’t want the dorm to get all fluffy and pink.”
He smirked again at the suggestion. “Lovely idea. Let’s see how many places we can get kicked out from in one day,” he let out as he joined her.
Post by Georgia River on Dec 15, 2016 16:43:56 GMT
Georgia snorted. "You're assuming I'm above getting them all drunk or high or something," Georgia pointed out. In truth, she did feel a slight, very slight, pang of guilt at the thought of doing that to Eri or some of her brothers. They were nominally friends, after all, and generally speaking, friends don't trick friends into sleeping with them through illicit substances. The pang was only that: a pang, and nothing that really would've swayed Georgia should the opportunity arrive.
"Bet works for me," Georgia said, shrugging. "I got a head start already. Should probably make it something worth while..." Georgia trailed off, trying to think if Michael had anything she'd want. "You got a car?" Hey, if you were going to aim high, aim as high as you just about could. Though Georgia wasn't sure what she'd actually do with a car if she had one; probably wreck it.
"Eri can't be too bad of a roommate," Georgia continued. "Kinda keeps to herself an' all. As for the love: give it time. Girl seems to be a serial romantic," Georgia rolled her eyes, recalling the various "loves" her friend had gone through during their time together. Eri just had to fall for guys. It took a while, and she took work, but it did seem to happen and happen rather spectacularly when it did.
"Right," Georgia said, turning. "Only other inside worth watching..." she grinned, turning to Michael. "Swim team?"
Post by Michael Miller on Dec 18, 2016 16:38:50 GMT
Getting them drunk was also something Michael was not completely against. The only problem with that was that he’d likely not get it the way he wanted it. Then again, he just had to think of who they were talking about and he could easily assume he wouldn’t have it exactly how he wanted. He should focus on having them and nothing else. Still, the satisfaction was greater if the guy didn’t blame it on the alcohol the next morning.
In truth, Michael knew the bet was a terrible idea. Not only because of who he was betting with but also about what they were betting. Should any of them know... “Head start, you think that?” It was true she knew them more, or, at the very least, since a longer period of time. But Michael knew he was appreciated too and was ready to sue it to his advantage. After all, knowing her more only meant they knew who Georgia was and what she did, that too could play well for him. “You know I don’t,” he pointed out as she asked about the car. His parents never saw a reason why he should have one. Maybe he should have been more of a boot kisser, like his older brother. “But I doubt it would be hard to find someone who does.” He was curious what she wanted to do with said car.
He shrugged as she said what he thought already: that Erika wasn’t so bad. Georgia summed it well, the girl mostly kept to herself. He laughed at what she called him. Michael could have been like that too but he chose it was a lot easier, and less painful, to just get what you wanted out of a guy and dump him. “I just hope she’s not loud with a lover. Don’t want to listen to that.” Especially not if he had no action himself. But he supposed his roommates might have the same opinion about him from time to time.
He grinned back at Georgia at her suggestion. “Now we’re talking,” he replied with a wink.
Georgia stuck her hands in her pockets, almost bobbing as she kept moving ahead. "I could also try and hotwire another one," Georgia admitted, head bobbing this time. It wasn't exactly news to Michael, considering that he'd probably been there during a theft or two. Or could you really call it a theft? She did return the car in question, after all.
In fact, hadn't she stolen a Bellefonte car before? That sounded like something Georgia would have done. She could all but do it with permission for a Banks vehicle, as long as it was one of the helps or something along those lines. "Record it," Georgia said without pause as Michael offered up the listening. "Then you can use it as blackmail. You'd be surprised how much I have on the people here," she stretched then, leaning back slightly.
She finished was a nod, gesturing for Michael to go ahead and take the lead. Georgia waited only a beat before grinning. "What? Just cuz I know you aren't interested doesn't mean I can't take a peek," she winked at that.
Post by Michael Miller on Dec 26, 2016 16:25:48 GMT
Georgia was probably the worst kind of influence one could have from a friend, but Michael didn’t care. He certainly didn’t fall into the ‘good influence’ category either. Another thing he cared little about. Somewhere inside, he knew he should probably start being more responsible but every time he thought that, he could just see his parents lecturing him about it and it only made him do worse. With such an attitude, Georgia was just the perfect match for him and whatever she may have in mind rarely met with opposition from him. Unless she wanted him involved in her sexcapades, but they both knew it would only be suggested in jest.
Georgia proved once again she was the devil on his shoulder as she suggested he recorded Erika and used this as blackmail. He snorted at that but looked at her as she claimed she had a lot of stuff on people. “Should I be worried?” he asked, although not all that worried. No doubt people expected him to do whatever he had done before. His parents wouldn’t want to see that, and it probably could cause him some trouble, but he was not all that worried. Plus, he figured he was enough on her good side to prevent that. And he didn’t have much to offer her that required blackmail beforehand.
He snorted again at her words. “Maybe you’re the one who should put a camera there then.” As she said, he was not interested. Plus there was a swimming team to go after. He hoped some of them at least were at the pool at this hour. “That team must have the best uniform, no? As long as they are the ones wearing it and not your fat uncle. I never got why it’s always the fat ones who think we want to see all of them.”
Should Michael be worried? Georgia flashed another smile at that. "Probably," was all she offered, figuring that was more than enough to keep his wheels spinning. It probably said far too much about her, but she really did have information on most of the people in her life. There was probably something around that she could use on Michael if it came down to it, but, well, the chances of that actually happening were pretty slim. Georgia would have to be pretty desperate and/or strung out before she turned on Michael.
The thought actually darkened her mood slightly as she followed Michael toward the pool. It sucked that she even had to think about stuff like that, but the world kinda sucked in general. "Too much moisture," she said, shrugging. "Plus, you know they've got most of the major rooms like that set up or something. All the peeping toms we got. I heard just the other day some kids were caught phasing through some locker rooms," Georgia chuckled at that. She was more of the old-fashioned kind, the sort who'd just bust in or openly oogle in public, both of which she'd done.
"Aw, man,' Georgia said after a beat, "now all I can think about is fat uncles. And i just know I got a pedo one that's still clamoring for my underdeveloped body somewhere in a closet," she shuddered at that, again, something she very much didn't want to think much about. Her mother was the sort that got too many "uncles" in Georgia's life, though fortunately they did have this tendency to keep at least a fair distance from her.
Post by Michael Miller on Jan 14, 2017 3:26:35 GMT
Michael was pretty sure finding dirt on him would be easy for her, considering she was sometimes even present while he did the things he shouldn’t. At the same time, he was not a rich guy. He should even find a job if he wanted to keep with the kind of lifestyle he craved. He doubted blackmailing him would be of any use to her. Not when a direct approach could be so easily taken with him. The worst case scenario he could think of would be that she’d get him kicked out of the school and forced back to his family, who’d try to ungay him. That was bad but she’d need to have some major dirt on him for him to do something to avoid that.
“Phasing uh?” he said as he listened. He wanted more details, but he figured if Georgia knew exactly which kid it was, she would have told him. A girl knew her gay friend too much to keep him hanging on such story. “And who did that kid catch? Damn, I wish I had that kind of power.” He should probably not complain, but he would. His power had, to his taste, far too many bad sides to it. Why would he want to heal anyone, if that could kill him?
He laughed at her own complaint. “Well I’m fine. God forbid there’s another gay in the family,” he let out. He didn’t linger on fat uncles for very long though and went back to the more appealing image of a bunch of guys in a swim team. “You know, these guys are lucky. If they don’t make it to whatever they want to do, they can become strippers. They already have the uniform.” Yeah, a bunch of guys from the swim team turning into strippers was definitely a much better image.
Post by Georgia River on Jan 17, 2017 16:17:10 GMT
"Sometimes the potential supervillains get all the wrong powers," Georgia offered, adding a sigh to it. She had to shrug though: she didn't have a clue who the kid had caught and all. Part of her did wonder what she or Michael would be like if they had a power like that. Probably even worse than they already were, and considering their semi-debauched condition already, that was probably saying something.
There were men in speedos to oogle, which kind of put such thoughts out of Georgia's mind. She didn't particularly care of the smell of the pool and all, but they did still have bleachers here too. A handful of other people were using them to watch the team and all, probably either benched team members or SOs or something along those lines; again, Georgia didn't care all that much. "Got the bodies too,' Georgia added, watching. "Kinda surprised we don't have a major mutant strip club in the area. You gotta admit that people would totally pay more to see a bitch with wings or a guy that had horns, and those are just the weirder powers."
Georgia had actually considered stripping herself and, she had to admit, if there actually was such a club, she'd probably be among the first to apply for a job. She smiled as she watched the swimmers, knowing full well that Michael was probably thinking more or less the same thing.
Post by Michael Miller on Jan 26, 2017 15:35:50 GMT
“Supervillain, speak for yourself,” he replied, an amused smirk on his lips. He knew he wouldn’t quite fit the ‘hero’ category. Too self-centered for that. With all the rule breaking and debauchery the two of them did, they probably fit as a villain, if there was such a thing in real life. And he could just imagine the kind of stuff the two of them could do with a power such as phasing. For them, it wouldn’t just be about seeing naked people, they could achieve that well enough without walking through walls. He left it at that though, as his power was nothing like that and it was pointless to think further about it.
He nodded about the bodies. Maybe they were not as muscular as the football team but they were lean and strong too. And considering they wanted an eye candy, Michael was not going to settle for something less. It wasn’t even about touching or doing things with them, just to spend their free time with something nice before their eyes. He snorted at the strip club. “You can bet someone would come up with ‘mutants are human people too, you should treat them with respect not like their freaks’,” Michael retorted, taking a mocking tone as he said that. He shrugged. “Personally, if my power can win me a few extra bucks, I don’t give a crap what those activists have to say, I’m signing in.” What was the point of being special if you couldn’t be special after all?
He too had considered stripping, something that shouldn’t have surprised Georgia. Hell, he bet she thought of it too, for herself, of course. For him too, maybe, but he didn’t bother with that. The swimming team was there and a smile showed across his face. He nodded towards the bleachers so they could find a seat, not caring what people may think of their presence here.