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it's not a nude party but there's no rules against taking your pants off too

in which everyone is required to take their damn shirt off because reasons
that's really all there is to this party so just take it off ladays and gents

TOPLESS PARTY

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Yeah, well. Ain't that the point o' comin' to a foreign country? You learn new customs. Look, I don't know, we're big on the sex, it's a big deal, I don't know why. I just grew up here, I ain't an expert.

And yet, I am learning so much. You are sure you are not an expert?

[She leans over, props an elbow on the arm of his chair and rests her chin in her hand, one eyebrow raised and a faint smirk on her face.]

You are big on the sex, so you have topless parties because it is - sexy. Interesting. Tell me more?

[Okay, maybe his eyes dart down once, a little, just-- checking. Sort of. He can't help it, okay, she's really attractive and she's leaning towards him.]

Ah-- what, a girl like you doesn't know about sexy? That I don't believe. Come on, you musta had a few, uh, tumbles at least, back home.

[If she notices him looking, she doesn't give any indication of it - but yeah, she totally notices. Still grinning over the edge of her cup as she sips from her drink.]

Perhaps a few. You would like to know, hm? Maybe I will tell you some other time; for now I was just wondering what you thought about "sexy."

I like it, if that's what you're askin'. Unless you want a more specific compliment-- do I find you sexy, is that what you're askin'?

No, I was not asking that - but since you brought it up, now I am curious.

[She tilts her head, raising an eyebrow.]

If, hypothetically, I were asking such a question, what would be your answer?

Very attractive. Almost amazin'ly so. It's not just your hair-- gorgeous hair, by the way, I love the color-- or your eyes, prettiest blue I ever saw-- or your figure, curvy and sweet-- nah, it's all that together and your personality, cuz you don't take shit from nobody.

And I am glad you are not giving me shit right now, or I would have to not take it from you.

[But joking aside, her expression softens, and she gives him a genuine smile, reaching out to touch the tips of his fingers lightly.]

Thank you for your words, Jack Kelly. I appreciate your honesty; not many are as straightforward as you about what they think.

[He gives her a far more genuine smile, pleased by her reaction.]

Yeah, well. I got smacked if I lied when I was a kid. Some thin's stick.

Mmmm. Well then, for telling the truth, you may have a kiss.

[At which point she leans over without much more warning and gives him a quick, light kiss on the lips.]

[He grins as she pulls back-- it's a quick kiss, but a kiss nonetheless.]

And what can I do to earn another sometime?

[There's a gleam in her eye, a slight tilt at the corners of her lips as she draws back.]

Continue to be honest. Ask nicely. Take off that sad excuse for a shirt you are wearing, perhaps.

[He laughs and obeys, tugging off his undershirt entirely. All that's left is a small silver cross, dangling low on his chest.]

Better? Can I have another kiss, please?

I see no reason why not.

[She grins at him, delicately wrapping her fingers around the cross on his neck and using it like a tow line to tug him in close. She kisses him again, this time harder and with closed eyes.]

[As long as she's willing to kiss him, Jack's perfectly happy to be dragged. Wrapping his fingers around her neck, he opens his mouth to the kiss, pleased by the intensity of it.]

[Given he's obviously been itching to do this all evening (maybe the whole semester, who is she kidding), Kida is happy to oblige and pleased when it doesn't turn out quite as awkward as she imagined. She utters a soft hmmm against his lips, smiling, and slips her tongue out to run it over the backs of his teeth.]

[God, and he actually shudders. The grip in her hair tightens; his kiss grows hungrier, until they've officially moved on to making out. Probably people are watching, but god, he doesn't care.]

[She gives it another second before drawing back just a hair's breadth, still close enough to feel him breathing and grinning at him. She scrapes the upper point of the cross against his skin, drawing a line down the center of his chest and then letting it go.]

I take it you are enjoying this, then?

Yeah--

[He rubs at his mouth with the back of his wrist, savoring that pressure.]

Yeah, uh, I think you could say that. Enjoying, what a word.

[She casts a not-so-furtive glance down and then back up, eyebrows climbing her forehead. Mhhhmmm.]

Would you prefer the word aroused? Or perhaps "turned on," as the colloquial slang goes.

Turned on, yeah. God, it's like you're a native already, talkin' like that.

[He's not quite stiff yet, though if they keep kissing like that he certainly will be. Jack gives her a familiar grin, though he's still a bit flushed, and shoves a hand through his hair.]

Maybe I'm good luck, huh.

If not good luck, then at least good looking.

[She grins, and then without warning she climbs out of her own chair and onto the arm of his. She stretches a leg out across his lap, runs a finger over his shoulder and behind his head, tugging him closer.]

I certainly find that I am learning quite a bit from you, Jack Kelly. You are very interesting. And handsome, also.

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