Margo Slice & the Modern Dog

The kiss doesn’t surprise her but she’s off-centered by it, causing a tilt in one direction and a lopsided kiss as effect. A small pout forms as he pulls away, mostly due to the sudden lack of warmth – but of course, kissing is one of her favourite past times. 

I’m totally very motivated to roleplay on each of these accounts:

The returned bottle immediately goes to her lips, pink stained around the rim from rubbed off lipstick. “Yeah, you’re a dick but…” Shoulders shrug and she leans towards him so that their shoulders are just meeting. “You’re not any worse than Monty. You can kiss me.” Eyes move from the sky to Benedict. “But not if you’re doin’ it cause your bored or something.” 

     As she turns her head to him, he leans forward and kisses her mouth. His kiss is not greedy or lewd, but is the complete opposite of him; it’s sweet and a little needy.   But before she can determine the nature of these traits in his kiss, he pulls away.

She turns briefly to give him a disappointed frown but quickly goes back to looking at the starry sky. “Well, it was UFO.” It wasn’t. She knew this. She let’s go off the bottle easily enough, well over half of it gone. 

He gives her the bottle. His eyes stay on the stars above. 

“Parties are full of drunk people who wanna get laid – I can do all of that up here and look for aliens.” She  waves the bottle of vodka in her hands, calling him over, but her  face is upturned towards the sky.        “Didja see that?” 

     “Nope.” 

“Aliens, local myths, pineapples for decoration..” 

“Bro, that’s the point. It’s about rising the bar so  chicks and dudes are on the same playing field.  So if they’re assholes, fight ‘em. Oh, and Lee’s  definitely an asshole, but here comes the next rule.  You can’t fight her, not because she’s a girl or  anything, but because she’s my sister. Wanna hit  something? Hit me.”

“My rules aren’t only for me. They’re for you so  she doesn’t chew you up and spit you out in   three days. Just a heads up, she does that.  Anyway, you have to be a feminist. Say one  misogynistic thing to her and I will kick your  face in ‘like a girl’. Treating the opposite sex  right will go a long way, man. You following?”

“But not all girls deserve d’be treated th’ same! Some chicks are fuckin’ assholes!” Benedict expressed; a personal rage coursing through him influenced him to shake. “I mean--your sister’s not an asshole, that’s not whad I’m sayin’. I’m not--I--- I’m not gonna say anything d’her that’s anti-feminist. My sister’s a... feminist, so... I don’t know. That’s not a problem here.”

“I wouldn’t like it. It’s not you, even though  you’re a piece of shit, it’s me. But forget me.  Let’s say you did date her. My sister. There’d  be rules. My rules. And if you turned out to be  like any of the other guys she’s been with, cop  or not, I would murder you. That’s how I feel.”