The Blue Squid, Baltimore, Thursday Night

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Anders had chosen this bar carefully. He wanted one where there would be a minimal chance Kathy would feel compelled to break up a fight, which left Pogue Mahone and anything in its neighborhood off the table. (Anders was a bit sad he couldn't introduce her to the wonders of potato nachos.) The place he brought her to instead was larger and bright inside, with countless TVs showing the playoffs for something or other. But it was clean, and the waiters seemed inclined to leave them alone, and that was enough.

"So," he asked Kathy, once they'd claimed their booth, "how do you want to start this? Beer's traditional, but we could get something stronger if you just want to get drunk fast."

[OOC: For one. NFB due to distance.]

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"That's what friends do," Kathy declared. "Friends don't let friends live kinkless."

Or...something like that.

"But...yeah. I like words. A lot. When someone tells me that they want me...tells me exactly what they want to do to me? How is that not hot? And getting all keyed up when you can't actually do anything? Or taking risks to do something even though you shouldn't? That starts the blood pumping and the heart racing already."

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Anders tended to forget he'd had a crush on Kathy once upon a time. They'd been platonic for so much longer than there'd ever been anything between them.

This particular conversation, though, was making it easy to remember.

He gulped more milkshake in an attempt to clear his head.

"I like the idea of being tied up," he blurted, because that was completely helpful. (Though,to be fair, it did stop him from asking Kathy what kinds of dirty things her boys were whispering to her in public,) "Or tying someone else up, either way. I don't like the thought of getting hurt, but something about choosing to be helpless -- it works."

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Whereas Kathy'd had a harder time forgetting that, at least since the mirror fantasy back in March. But now, several drinks under her belt, she was more than happy to share her newfound knowledge with her friend.

"Oooh, yeah, I can see that," Kathy said. "Obviously, you'd have to trust them implicitly, but being helpless and letting them do anything they wanted to you...they could drive you crazy." And from her expression, that possibility would be delightful. "See, now, know what I'd do with something like that? I'd grab your wrists and hold them before doing anything else. Build up the expectation that wrist-holding led to being tied up or whatever, yeah? And then once that connection was formed, I'd start grabbing your wrists in public. Like, it's a perfectly innocent gesture that no one would think twice about, but I'd know what it mean and you'd know and--see what I mean?"

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"You have an evil mind," Anders said approvingly. "And for extra fun,they could always tie you up with something like a scarf or a belt, and then they could just wear it like it was normal. You'd be crazy every time you looked at them the whole day."

Dammit. Now Anders was going to need to think about this a lot.

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Kathy approved!

"And you said you didn't know if you had any kinks," Kathy teased. "Especially if every time they looked at you, they smirked and played with it?"

Kathy also was developing a thing for smirks. Go figure.

"Denial and expectation can be fun to play with."

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"I didn't until I started talking to you!" Anders protested. "You made me think about things. But yes,the expectation would make everything better."

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"And the waiting," Kathy agreed. "Heightening everything up to a fever pitch until it just all finally breaks loose and you just have to pounce? That's the best. When there's no room to think, just need."

Oh. Her drink was broken again. That was very sad.

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Blink. Blink. Blink. Anders' brain was also broken.

"I love that," he finally said, after weighing the pros and cons of fleeing to the loo. "The whole world except you and your partner could go away when it'slike that, and it wouldn't even matter. You'd never notice."

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She would feel very sorry about all the brain breaking tomorrow, Anders. Really.

"Exactly," Kathy said, clapping. "And by that time, even when you're done you're not done because you've been so needy for that long."

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The waitress came by just then, which was excellent timing in that it kept Anders' brain from dribbling out his ears. He jabbed a finger at something on the cocktails menu, something bright-colored and fruity, and waited for her to go away.

Once they were (mostly) alone again: "Yes, and anybody who gets to sleep with you is a very lucky man," he said. "Or woman, if you change your mind about that."

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Kathy held up two fingers so the waitress would know that she was getting drinks for the both of them, then turned back to Anders. "Thank you!" she said, beaming. "I hope that they agree. And you know what? I wish I were attracted to girls! There are more of us in school than there are boys. And we're all...soft and pretty, you know? Though there's something to be said about hot and hard and heavy..."

Where had she been going with this again? The soft fuzz over her brain was making it hard to keep track of the thread of conversation.

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"That's why I can never decide," Anders told her, bobbing his head in a slightly blurry nod. "Boys are lean and muscular and strong< and have fantastic arms, but ... breasts. And girls are prettier."

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"We are prettier," Kathy agreed. "But the sensation of being filled--"

OH MY GOD, KATHY. WHY WERE YOU STILL TALKING!

...Oh right. Pretty drunk.

"Hi!" she said merrily to the waitress who'd returned with their drinks. "Your hair is very pretty. You're very pretty. Because we're girls and girls are pretty!"

The waitress just gave Kathy the patient smile of someone well-used to dealing with drunk patrons and handed their drinks over.

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The whole exchange sent Anders into a gale of laughter. "She thinks you want her," he decided. "She has pretty hair,and she thinks you want her. Should I go ask for her number for you?"

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"Noooo!" Kathy said, turning red and hiding behind her hands. "I just wanted to tell her that she's pretty! Nooo, it's okay!" she called after the waitress. "I'm distressingly straight! Ask all the girls at my school!"

She was tempted to send Anders after her to explain. Because that would surely help.

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The waitress had fled behind the bar, possibly never to emerge.

Anders finally broke from his laughing to pat Kathy's arm consolingly. "It's all right. I'm sure she appreciated the compliment."

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"But she does have pretty hair," Kathy said, because it was very important that Anders know that. "It's all...long. And pretty. You have pretty hair, too. It's very soft. I like when I get to pet it. Can I pet your hair, Anders?"

You know what Kathy needed? To drink more of her new drink. Absolutely.

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"If you really want to," Anders said, loosening his hair from its band. He took two wobbly steps to sit next to her, smoothing his hair down to his shoulders as he did. "Maker, have you ever even seen it down before? It keeps getting longer."

Hair did that when you didn't trim it,yes.

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"Hair? Growing? That's so weird," Kathy agreed, happily running her hand over his hair. And cuddling up to him; she was a cuddler by nature and drinking only brought that out more.

Though she didn't cuddle so closely that she was out of reach of her drink. That would be unreasonable.

"I always wanted to be blonde when I was little," she said. "Blonde with curls. Do you think I could pull it off? Would I still be pretty? Anders, am I pretty? I think I'm pretty, but maybe I'm just being arrogant. Would I be prettier if I were blonde? You're pretty. And blonde. And your hair is very soft. You may be prettier than our waitress, even though she's a girl."

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"I'm handsome, not pretty," Anders protested drowsily. (Being cuddled and drunk brought that out in him.) "You're very pretty. But you shouldn't be blonde. It'd look weird."

He sipped his neon drink then reached to play with her hair too, if she'd let him.

"Ezra's pretty," he said. "And Dante. And Isabela. But Nathan has the prettiest magic eyes."

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"Dante and Ezra are prettier than me," Kathy sulked, letting her head rest on his shoulder. "And Isabela--I just look at her and think 'boobs.'" She giggled. "Boobs, boobs, boobs, no pants. Maybe I should wear no pants. Except I already wear tiny skirts. And I don't have the boobs for no pants."

That made complete sense, yes.

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"Boobs are nice," Anders informed her. "No pants is nice. If you didn't want to wear pants I would support you. Pants are stupid."

He was, of course, not offering to give up his own.

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"I've got good legs," Kathy said, raising hers up high enough that her knee was pressed against her shoulder and her toes her pointing up to the ceiling. "So I could not wear pants. But I already wear skirts! Would anyone notice if I just didn't wear anything?"

YES KATHY. MANY PEOPLE WOULD NOTICE. LIKE THE POLICE.

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"I think I can see your underpants," Anders said, too distracted by the pose to answer the question. (Which answered the question in its own way, one might say.) "Kathy, are you trying to show everyone in the bar your underpants? It's okay if you are. I don't mind."

The alcohol had turned Anders into a lech.

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"Why shouldn't I?" Kathy asked, tossing her hair. Oooh, that caused the room to spin. Weeeird. "They're really cute underwear. They have little straps and bows on the back. Wanna see?"

Apparently, alcohol just made Kathy shameless. She wasn't even trying to be coy or flirtatious--she just had really cute undies and was excited about the chance to show them off.