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Wednesday: Liquor is Quicker
Candy is very dandy indeed! But I’m sure we all know that Liquor is Quicker. It’s been done before, but who doesn’t like to see our boys and girls a little tipsy. And there’s nothing like a little alcohol to loosen lips, lower inhibitions, or excuse bad behavior. Will our favorite characters have to live with the consequences of their drunken actions? Or will they even remember what they did last night?
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Please be kind to your magnificent codemonkeys and use the proper formatting for your prompts (the second is for crossovers).
Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt
For example:
SG1, Jack/Daniel, a toast
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, wine and roses
Remember not to post more than 5 prompts in a row, and please limit yourselves to 3 prompts per fandom per prompter. If a prompt is answered, you can prompt again later in the day.
Thirsty for more options? Give a Lonely Prompt a home.
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Gambling with Life Part I
Three shots in, it started to get ridiculous. For one thing neither of them had even tried the 160 proof Whiskey Robin preferred. They generally stuck to 101 proof themselves.
Generally the world’s worst bets are among men… to be more clear… drunk men. And at two o’ four am, Ted came across his worst idea ever.
“I bet you five hundred that you aren’t as hot as you think you are.”
“You’re on… it’s a foolish Ted to get in a bet with a master debater and a cunning linguist.”
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The result Barney was in the corner of McLaren's, his mouth pressed to that of a hispanic male's, arms wrapped around the man's neck, allowing the other man to cup his slack-covered taunt buttocks with both hands. As Ted watched, Barney's hand suddenly uncurled with two fingers up. Without even breaking liplock, Barney sent a quick bro-lepthic message, "Ted, Ted, right here."
Ted rolled his eyes and returned the bro-lepthy message. "Okay, fine, fine... you win. Men love you too. The five hundred is yours." He gulped back his beer and waved Barney over.
Barney wobbled over, eyes hazy, cheeks flushed, and lips a bit on the swollen side. "Well, well, well," he slurred out because he was rather plastered, "Looks like I win in more ways than one." He popped open his billfold and let Ted slide the money in, grinning wildly. "Well, see you loser Ted later... because I am going to get me some." He turned and sauntered out of the bar, the other man following behind him, hand practically glued to Barney's ass.
If Ted had been sober, he might have realized that Barney's iPhone still laying on the table was a bad thing. There was no way for the other man to contact any of them. Unfortunately, he had just as much to drink as Barney. He grinned and slid the thing over to him. "Hey, I can beat his high score at Ninja Ropes Extreme."
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The man ran his hands along the tenting fabric in Barney’s suit and he helplessly arched forward into it. He could feel the pulse of his erection, feel his boxers grow damp around the head of his cock. Barney tilted his head back to allow the man access to the long column of his throat. He didn’t know it, but his long throat was one of the reasons Ted was unconsciously obsessed with columns. “Mmm… that’s nice…”
All he got from the other man was a chuckle. He didn’t even know the man’s name… just that they had gotten on his bike and driven quite a distance away from McLaren’s. They weren’t even in the man’s house; he had just stopped the bike and said that he couldn’t wait any longer to claim his prize. “Claim away,” Barney had said, carefully draping his jacket (he’d never let the thing drop, since the jacket cost six thousand alone) over the seat of the bike and pressed himself against the wall of the alley, offering all there was of the Barnacle to the man to enjoy and explore.
Suddenly, the man grabbed a handful of Barney’s hair and pulled him to his knees. “Suck my cock, you little slut.”
Barney’s heart leapt into his throat where it seemed to choke him. “’M not a slut,” he protested, the pain in his scalp overwhelming so he let the man pull him where he liked, rather than risk loosing a huge handful of blond hair.
“Oh, you are a slut,” the man chuckled, “I’ve been watching you all evening. See… sluts like you can’t get raped. It’s not possible because you just want it anyway.”
“No, no, no, no…” Barney protested.
“And you’re going to give me everything I want. But don’t worry… I’m not going to harm that pretty face. In fact… I’m going to tell my Bros that your face is the one face to remain unmarked, but of course that takes your willing mouth as well as a few other things.” He smiled coldly. “Strip. That suit is sure to fetch me a pretty penny. Your wallet too and don’t forget that watch. Don’t tell me that it’s a fake Rolex, because I know it’s real.”
Barney had no other choice, but to obey.
Gambling with Life Part II
Somebody pounded at the door. Lily scowled as Marshall woke up. "Oh, God, Lilypad, someone is trying to break in." He was already out of bed and moving through the apartment. Lily followed him and swore she was going to break the neck of anyone who interrupted Lily Happy Time. "Get the baseball bat."
She could hear the banging continue as if if someone wasn't only pounding on the door, they were kicking it was well. Lily could now hear a very familiar voice on the other side, but it was as if Awesome Barney had been replaced by Hippie Barney. "Please, Marshall, Lily, be home, just be home. Let me in. Please, please, please. I'm scared... I'll never do this again. Just let me in."
Marshall cracked open the door. Barney stumbled in, his face the only part of him not bruised or covered in scrapes, although his eyes were swollen from sobbing and tear marks streaks his face. He reeked of urine and vomit, but that wasn’t the worst part. His suit was gone, only a towel was draped around his thin shoulders and there was a trail of blood mixed in with each soggy step of his right food. “I didn’t know where else to go. I was robbed. Even if I had my cellphone, he would have taken it.”
“Barney,” Lily sobbed and pulled him inside, allowing Marshall to close the door behind them. Barney didn’t resist and allowed them to lead him to the couch. “Just sit right there, okay?”
Barney nodded and didn’t even protest when Marshall wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He was shivering, dripping wet in a mixture of rain water and greasy water from puddles. His short cropped hair was plastered to his head and made him look like a teenager instead of a man in his early thirties. “What happened, Barnaby?” Marshall asked. “Just tell us what happened.”
“I… I… I… I did something stupid, Marshall,” Barney said, chewing on one of his knuckles.
He started to tell them everything that had happened, how he had been forced to give the other man oral sex as well as turn over ever possession to him. That wasn’t enough, so he had kicked Barney to the curb, kicked him several times, before urinating on him. As soon as the thing was other, Barney had started walking, knowing that he was near their place and hoping that they were in. He had no shoes and on the way over, stepped on a piece of broken glass, cutting the bottom of his foot.
“You could have died,” Lily said, stroking his hair.
“I know,” Barney said, in that soft broken voice again. “But what am I supposed to do. It’s not like Robin’s ever going to want a slut like me.” He wiped at his eyes. “Pretend you didn’t hear that. And please don’t make me report this.”
“We should,” Lily began.
“No! Just tell them I was robbed. Don’t tell about this.”
“Okay…” she stroked his hair. “We just need to get you cleaned up so you can deliver a witness statement.” Barney nodded mechanically.
“I should beat Ted up,” Marshall said, his slaphand flexing, a glimmer of righteousness in his eyes. Or maybe that was rage. “How could he do that? He indulged two of your worst habits and he should know better.”
“I’ll help you beat Ted up,” Lily said, already helping Barney up and leading him in the direction of the bathroom. “Just hold him down and I’ll punch him in face.’
“No!” Barney protested. “We were drunk… it was a stupid bet.”
“A stupid bet that could have cost your life.”
“I know,” Barney said, eyes to the floor. “Listen, I need to ask you both a favor. I need you to save me from myself. I’m scraping rock bottom right now.”
“What do you mean?” Lily asked not sure what Barney was getting at.
“Have you ever heard of a dominant/submissive relationship?”
Re: Gambling with Life Part II
and this ties in so well with the one i wrote where ted found out... like, perfectly... like right down to the bit where barney got mad at ted in mine and yelled at him that he didn't have any idea what barney needed! wow...
and where lily told ted that barney found himself naked in a back alley miles from home... wow...
this is wonderful, hon, loved it :)
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