Barn Dances & Second Chances [Kheft & then Open]
Aug 27, 2012 23:27:07 GMT -5
Post by cyrus on Aug 27, 2012 23:27:07 GMT -5
Narration
Thoughts
Speaking
Other people’s words
Naughty bits
I’d say that the fair had been pretty successful, even after all the hootin’ and hollerin’ about what had happened in the games this year. Sure there had been a few hiccups, and the pageant was a little suspect considering who had been chosen to represent the district—none other than Tallow, one of the more colorful
I’d dipped in and out of the fair during the day. I walked out of my little trailer—away from one of my more tender[/color] moments with Naif—and toward the thumping sounds of music in the distance. I passed by a few faces that turned to greet me but I ignored them with a smile and nod. I was still slightly drunk from the afternoon’s precedings.[/color] that and I didn’t always feel the need to engage all of the half-wits that thought they could get in with me. This year especially we had turned a good yield, after squeezing out our competition for everything they had, so I was sitting on a particularly pretty profit.
Every year they helped shape up a pavilion so that it could withstand any change in weather—lest the hicks of this district riot over not being able to line dance—and this year was no exception. There were the fiddle players and the caller on stage, with a banjo plucking in the background. All of it was about as D10 as things could get. But the beat was good and the feeling high, and I found myself nodding to the tilt of the beat. There were a few comely little ladies that had made their way onto the floor, and I gave a glance to see if any of the girls from the pageant were around. Or if Motel was, either… could have some fun with him if he wanted…[/color]
I moved to get into the crowd, ducking between others to sandwich myself in the middle of the action. My head was still a little muddled from the alcohol, and I moved to light up a cigarette to settle myself. As I took in a drag, I spied a tight little bottom and a sweet set of legs—the type of woman that seemed spry and good to be thrown around—and I made my way over. In another instant I’d moved my hand down to her butt and gave it a good squeeze. She should be so lucky to get picked by me.[/color]
“Howdy there darlin’, why don’t you see how a real cowboy rides…?”
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