delirious gestures

“Just stop talking. The more you speak, the more of a dumbass you sound like and the less likely I am to get those daring handcuffs off of you.” This was far too amusing for her and her attempts to stifle in any sorts of laughter was becoming impossible. “Truthfully, I’m thinking of getting one of those sweethearts to come in here and give you the time of your life. Chained up, whipped, taunted – it sounds like an amusing thing to be a witness to.”

Sam pouted further. This was not the daring rescue he was hoping for. This wasn’t even the bored club worker he thought would eventually find him. “Okay either help or leave. I’m clearly embarrassed enough and I don’t even know you.”

Max was honestly exploring around as he heard someone trying to break free from what it seemed like handcuffs. It was a bit triggering to him, but he managed to walk over and spotted the sight before him and he leaned against the door frame licking his lips. “Did you not notice the leather and well ….. “ Winking he didn’t want to let him go as he was sure he will get in a lot of trouble. “So you are saying you didn’t know …. Ugh… If I get into shit for this, you owe me kid.” Walking over he ripped the cuffs off and looked around. “You should go before your master comes around and I won’t be there to help your ass…. In all sense of the term.”

“I thought it was a theme party,” Sam grit out. He sighed as he wrists were finally free and quickly reached over to put on his shirt. Once dressed again, he took in his surroundings from the other side and shivered. “I don’t even know the guy, he’s not my whatever. Plus he mentioned some weird stuff about being a vampire and-- it’s probably best if we both just get out of here before he comes back.” He moved towards the door before turning around to make sure his savior was following. “I owe you anyways, thanks for saving some pathetic stranger like me.”

   ❝ i don’t know who your FRIENDS are, but i dig their style. ❞ a pompous grin, for the FIRST TIME in forever she had the upper hand-– sure she wasn’t evil… but a little teasing never hurt anyone. ❝ god, you men are such babies… ❞ she SNEERS, bending over to pick up the clothes crumpled up in a pool on the floor.  ❝ want me to DRESS YOU up too ken doll? relax… you’ve got nothing to be ah— ashamed of, far as i can tell.❞ 

“Yeah yeah,” He sneered, reaching out and grabbing the shirt. “I can at least do this myself,” He attempted to get the shirt on over the cuff on his wrist that was still shackled to the wall. It didn’t end up well. “Can you just-- Agh!” He was getting frustrated and more stuck if possible the more he tried to dress himself.

From the moment dark colored hues laid upon him, a never ending smirk of amusement remained on her face. Oh, the enjoyment Danira Castillo was getting out of seeing the male this way. “For starters, you’re an idiot for not realizing something so obvious and because of that? I think I might let you hang there.” 

Sam looked skyward. “I thought it was a theme like... a costume party or something!” He whined, straining against the handcuff. “Can you just... find a key or something? Please?”

Sam grumbled as she took the pictures, waiting for her to find the key. At her words his head snapped up. “It’s not... for fuck’s sake-- Just... Um close your eyes for a second.” He waited for her to look away before trying to break through the lock with his werewolf strength. Unfortunately it seemed to be made with some sort of magic and he couldn’t break it. “Fuuuuuuuuuck,” He groaned.

Hand flies over mouth, stifling a laugh as hues widen at the males state. Brows pull together, other hand pulling out the latest smart phone to snap a picture. ‘ I can’t help it. This is one of the funniest things I’ve witnessed in awhile. ‘ Sneaker clad feet step back, head tilting to the side. Admiration on features as head bobbles in a nod. ‘ Why don’t we savour this moment a bit longer ? ‘

Sam pouted a little further, flinching at the snap of the camera. He shuffled a little bit on his feet, starting to feel a chill in the air. “Can we savor the moment without me being shackled to the wall or...?”

   natalie couldn’t help but grin. it was a pretty funny, yet sticky, situation. though it also wasn’t hard to figure out but apparently for some it was. ❛ no, it’s okay. i get it. this is what you do with your days off. that’s cool. do you! ❜ she laughed, playing into it a bit. she wouldn’t allow him to suffer much longer as she walked over towards him to free him from the binds. ❛ the dancing lady in the front window didn’t give you any hints? it new orleans. it’s crawling with places like this. ❜ the clanging of metal against metal meant she was done. however, still couldn’t help but laugh.

Sam sighed, rubbing the feeling back into his wrists. “I thought it was just like... a dungeon themed club. I didn’t know things like this existed outside of 50 shades of grey!” He reached over and pulled on his shirt with a groan. “I feel like I should go apologize to that dancing lady and buy her a sweater... Or something.”

    ❝ ooh— wow.. not the bathroom, alright… ❞ an instant BURST of laughter bubbles, sore throat finds relief in childish antics, but his STATUESQUE form is to be admired; the angrier he got, the deeper the crease would form between THICK dark brows the most amused she’d find. lower lip STUCK between her teeth now to cackle— a hand presses to her abdomen. ❝ you want me to SPANK you first or… ❞

Sam grumbled, rolling his eyes grumpily. “No. But if you could hand me my pants I’d appreciate it.” He looked over to where his clothes were sitting in a nice folded pile across the room. “My... friend took them off before I realized what was going on. I guess they didn’t like my reaction.”

“An outfit change won’t be necessary. It’s nothing fancy. Although, if elegant parties are your thing I know of those as well.”

“What do you think about going to a party tonight? That’s the best way to get started.”

“Party? I can be down for that. Should I change or is this ok?”

- “i don’t know about alcohol, but i DEFINITELY agree about the food.” mason said. “tell me about it, the heat is not all that great and it’s very INTENSE at times.”

“Well you don’t look old enough to drink, so that could be the issue with that part. But yes, intense and rich. I feel like I’m stuffed 24/7.”

“Love to. I do usually like to know who I’m drinking with though.”

“Oh shit where are my manners. My mom is probably somewhere feeling super embarrassed of me and has no idea why.. I’m Sam Garrish, just moved to town.”

“Love to. I do usually like to know who I’m drinking with though.”

“Oh shit where are my manners. My mom is probably somewhere feeling super embarrassed of me and has no idea why.. I’m Sam Garrish, just moved to town.”