OOC:
So Brandy ‘accidentally’ slipped Pawnee some roofies, eh? Sure. . .okay. . . .--Afternoon--
--Brandy’s House--
--Pawnee--"Just a second.”
Pawnee heard Brandy’s frantic voice echo through the door. He wondered what she had been doing. He idly glanced back at Zardoz’s wagon and saw him complete his sale with Sue and then strike up a conversation with an unfamiliar blond man who Pawnee had never seen before.
"Uh. . .Pawnee. . .," The door creaked open. Brandy was huddled behind it, wearing nothing but a red nightie. She sheepishly poked her head outside for a moment, " come in. I already started drinking to dull the pain, so you will have to catch up."
“Okay. . .sounds fun,” Pawnee blushed at Brandy’s appearance. She was wearing almost nothing and looked like a dream, “I hope alcohol mixes with med-x.”
Brandy fluttered off to the kitchen and grabbed a cup. Pawnee scanned the interior of her house as she poured drinks, only half paying attention. Brandy looked giddy. Her face was flush and a little bit sweaty.
How come no one but me is bothered that I don’t have an arm? Am I really just that shallow?"How's your arm feeling?" Brandy hiccuped.
“Its. . .okay. It hurt pretty bad earlier but then Zardoz gave me some med-x for it. He said he was going to get to work on making me a pro-sa-ic arm. That guy was crazy. I’ve talked a lot to force a sale – but I’ve never seen or put on a show like that. That was something. Did you get that nightie from him? It looks. . . amazing on you. I – I just mean that I saw that he was selling one like it. Frieda was looking at it, but she seemed too. . .insecure or something to buy it. Like she’s ashamed to look sixy. I like confident women.”
You’re rambling.“Uh. . .forget that. I – I don’t know what I was going on about.”
"Here" Brandy handed him a glass, "Let's have a toast?"
“Thanks,” Pawnee downed his drink without looking at it. The moonshine tasted different than he’d remembered. This time it was foul. Bitter and acidic like formaldehyde. He almost choked, but fought it back.
Brandy sat down on the couch, “Thank God you're alive, and that you will be OK."
“You too. I came over here because I was worried about you. I sort of expected Frieda to come after me, plasma pistol blazing but you. . .thanks. I don’t even care about what I said about staying away. Thanks a lot.”
Brandy flashed him a smile, "so, you like this?" she adjusted the strap on her lacy nightwear.
“Like I said. You look amazing. I’ve never seen a woman in something like that in real life. Only in PreWar pictures,” Pawnee nervously scratched his stubble, “but you look like one of those pictures. Just. . .beautiful.”
"Have another drink,” Brandy stood up. She looked slightly drunk and swayed a little as she walked towards the kitchen, “I have another bottle of Punga flavored shine and one more Mutfruit too."
“I’ll go with the punga this time,” Pawnee glanced into the kitchen, “something about that last bottle tasted off. Maybe something weird got mixed into it when it was brewed.”
Brandy walked back into the room and put a bottle on the table.
"Here ya go hansum. . ." She bent over right in front of Pawnee and fiddled with the cap for a second, wiggling back and forth as she twisted it off.
Pawnee’s eyes bugged out. She wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Uh. . .”
Pawnee’s natural instinct was to get up and meekly excuse himself but the combination of med-x and strange shine dulled it. He felt funny. He watched Brandy with a smile glued onto his face. He felt hot and tingly. Brandy seemed to be moving in slow motion. She turned back to him and he could see her in what seemed like two times zoom. Every bead of sweat on her forehead glistened. Each of her breaths seemed slow and panting. Her hair fell into her eyes as she cocked her head, each strand taking what seemed like an eternity to fall and gently curl upwards.
Whoa. . .why isn’t she wearing underwear? Why do I feel. . .? Don’t mix med-x and shine. Or do. This feels great. Brandy. . she’s. .she's so. . .whoa.Every memory of Frieda melted away. Pawnee felt like he was in the presence of a goddess. He had never been so turned on by anyone in his life. He literally wanted to jump on Brandy. He ran his hand up Brandy’s naked thigh, instead, leaning forward and whispering to her.
“You’ve gotten me in a lot of trouble. What’s with you?” Pawnee grinned playfully, “you knew I was with someone and you came after me anyway. . .I. . .you’re so pretty Brandy. sixy. Frieda seems so. . .bleh compared to you. . ..”
Pawnee didn’t really know what he was doing anymore. His brain had switched itself off. He could smell Brandy. It seemed like her natural scent had filled the room. He kissed her thigh just where the nightie ended.
“I – I wish I had met you first. Then. . then everything would be perfect,” Pawnee mumbled. He collapsed back into the couch just staring at Brandy with puppy dog eyes the size of dinner plates. His heart was still pounding but after the two-day-long ordeal he barely had the energy to move a muscle, “yeu. . ya. . you don’t care that I only got one arm now? I – I want to hold you but I can’t. . .I. . .I only have one arm.”
OOC: Since Pawnee is now medicated and. . hypnotized, you can CC him Corbra. He can't move very much and only has one arm, but he will babble sweet nothings to you and submissively obey your commands until the med-x wears off and the pain overwhelms the potion. . . in like an hour.
--Afternoon--
--Greyditch--
--Nikita--"Say, you didn't mention, but it's worth asking -- you wouldn't happen to have any standard clothing in there?" The blond smiled to Nikita, "I could use a t-shirt, and some shorts, that weren't formerly owned by sadists. We could just add it to my tab...?"
"Yeah we have a lot of clothes," Nikita fluttered around the back of the wagon, "all PreWar. We have relaxed wear, a park-stroller outfit, some business suits, a few formal dresses, and a lot of naughty nightwear. . ."
Nikita looked to Zardoz to see if he would give a long winded pitch for every item, puffing up its price, but he was engaged with someone else.
"Tell you what," Nikita made a plastic smile, "pick out whatever you want and then take me to this shop of yours. Then we can complete the trade. Maybe I'll buy something from you too. What do you say? Deal?"
Before the blond could answer, Nikita felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She spun around.
"Nikita!" A tall blond man took her hand, and kissed the back of it, "looking beautiful as always."
Who the [censored] is he! Wait. . .wait. . .I remember him from. . .somewhere. J.D.? T.J.? J.T?"Hi. . .
you," Nikita tittered. She grabbed the blond woman's hand and tried to drag her away, "its good to see you again. You're looking good. Really good. What have you been eating? Haha! Nice to see you," she tugged a bit harder.