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[harderdaddy]

Text | Voice | Video | Action What are yah stupid? You know what ta do. kisses~

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[bartenderbitch]

Ain't used to the spotlight no more, it was kind of a lot. But it's something I gotta get used to again anyway, right? Also you cut that out, I know what you're doing.

A muzzle? A normal muzzle or some other kind of muzzle, Mistress?~

[harderdaddy]

You deserve the spotlight. But I can ease up on the public teasing if it helps. idk what you're talking about.

I got different kinds. Some keep your mouth more occupied than others. Would that help my kitty behave?

[bartenderbitch]

The last time I was in the spotlight was when I lost everything, baby. The public teasing ain't so much the problem, just seeing all of that coming out at once and feeling like it was focused on me was the problem.

You acting like you don't deserve good shit.

I am a little mouthy, I admit. But I'm at your mercy, aren't I?~

[harderdaddy]

[Right. Shit. Bad Angel.]

No one here knows about any of that. Hell, I barely know about it. I never knew that Husk. But I like this one.

We both have that problem.

That's right. Maybe if things go well with Cain we can play around with the fun kinda leash.

[bartenderbitch]

[Maybe if he talked about it more, this wouldn't have happened! Who woulda thunk?]

I know. I know. But just because you or them don't know that or like this version of me better doesn't mean it didn't happen and that it's a bit uncomfortable. I'll be fine, I just... need to know deal with public shit for a little while. At least in person.

Tell me something I don't know, 'm trying to work on it.

Maybe, maybe. I know I wouldn't mind being put in my place either leash, boot, or whatever else.

[harderdaddy]

I won't post any more pictures.

Boots I've got covered :D
You ever play the other side?

[bartenderbitch]

Unless it's a picture of us, I'd appreciate it, baby.

Mmm. Haven't since I've been dead, but I did while I was alive. Probably a little rusty, but should be able to wipe that off.

[harderdaddy]

I want more of those for my wall :3

I'd be curious to see if you could handle me. <3

[bartenderbitch]

You already know what my answer's gonna be.

Hmm~ I've dealt with worse brats than you, I think, so I doubt it'd be that difficult.

[harderdaddy]

^_^

Worse than me??? Impossible.

[bartenderbitch]

Babe, I literally had one that almost got me arrested because they were high off their ass (lied to me about that part) and claiming I was trying to kidnap them while trying to tie them up.

You could not do worse than that.

[harderdaddy]

lol, shit!
High antics ain't the same as being a brat. But they might have me beat. Don't think I ever got someone in that much trouble before. Not for that reason at least.

[bartenderbitch]

Ehhh. They also were the type that started crying when things went too far even though we had a fucking signal for before it got to that point and also loved blaming me for that fact.

But that doesn't matter anymore. I do miss some of the others I had from time-to-time, though.

[harderdaddy]

The crying bother you, or just not using the signal? Been told I cry real pretty.

You ever settle down? Do the family thing?

[bartenderbitch]

The not using the signal thing, crying... now that just depends on the type of crying, doesn't it?~

[He goes quiet for the longest time between those posts, mm.]

You don't have company yet, right?

[harderdaddy]

I'll try my best to use 'em with you. Promise.

[Oh shit. He fucked it up, didn't he?]

No yet.

[bartenderbitch]

I appreciate you for that.

I'll be there in a moment, I think it better I say all of this than type it.

[So the cat says as he knocks on the door just to be polite, as he always does. One day he'll know he's allowed to just walk in, but not today.]

[harderdaddy]

[Angel's a little anxious at how serious it's all turned, though the knock makes him roll his eyes fondly.]

You can come in whenever ya want. [Not the first reminder, as he opens the door for him.] 'specially when I know you're comin'.

[bartenderbitch]

[One day he'll get over that, maybe, perhaps, don't worry about it.

Though he slips in through the door quietly, making sure to close the door behind him. He doesn't... look upset by any stretch, more pensive than anything else.]

Guess so, just feels like something I should do. [He shrugs slowly before moving to perch on the bed, tail oddly still to his side.] It ain't that big of a deal, but just seemed better to talk about it in person.

[harderdaddy]

What's the worst ya could catch me doin'? [There's a quiet tease, though Angel's brows crease at that still tail, taking a seat by Husk and offering a comforting scritch at the back of his ears before dropping his hand again.] Go ahead.

[bartenderbitch]

[Rude, Angel. Though it does get a bit of a smile out of him, because he can't really think of something that would bother him if he walked in on it at this point. The scritch is met with him lightly pushing into the hand, which... helps.]

If you didn't want people questioning you, you had to settle down at some point and it ain't as if I had much of a choice when it got to a point of where it became more and more difficult to do the things I was doing. [It required a lot of agility, a lot of smoke and mirrors, which technology made more difficult in his later years. Especially when the mobsters were pushed out of the casino business by big business instead.]

Settled down with a girl that knew the score, at least, got people's attention off of us.

[harderdaddy]

[It's a familiar sort of story. The same sort of life that would've awaited him if he hadn't checked out early. Angel reaches to take Husk's paw and give it a squeeze of understanding.]

Pretty? [Of course that would be Angel's first question.] Her knowin' is something'. [At least he didn't necessarily have to play the role at home.]

[bartenderbitch]

[He lightly squeezes his hand in turn, it's a little bit of a sore subject for him, but he's not... going to lie to Angel like that.]

She was a showgirl, so that was part of the job. [He can't help the hint of amusement with that question of all things, good grief.] I mean, don't get me wrong, we... had a thing at a point, too. But it was an understanding that we both needed a cover and no one batted an eye at two performers deciding to hitch up like that. [Nor did anyone question their other flings, other than whispering about if the other knew and if it would break their marriage or whatever.]

[harderdaddy]

Someone's gotta a type. [Angel teases with a soft smile.] Don' sound so bad, far as arrangements go. Any kids?

[bartenderbitch]

What? Legs for days, proportions to make models jealous, and taller than me? [He teases back, shifting to lean against Angel and seeming at least far more calm than he had been before.]

It wasn't, she was just as into anything that caught her interest just as much as I was. Marriage of convenience and the sex wasn't that bad, either. [The smallest bit of a shrug.] ... Nah, evidently that was never in the cards for either of us. Dunno if it was her, me, or both of us but at the end of the day that was probably for the better.