Jake was half convinced this was all a really fucked up dream. Really? Chips in his head? Those were for vamps. And he was definitely not a vamp. A place that not only encouraged sex, but rewarded it? This had to be some kind of dream.
He'd accepted the mass of beads he'd been given, listening to the meanings behind them and discarding the ones he wouldn't be the slightest bit interested in. Not that he planned on going out and tossing handfuls of beads around, but hey, if this was a dream, maybe he'd find something worth making it a dirty dream over.
He was propped up against the side of the building, munching on something someone had handed him before copping a feel, which had earned them raised brows, but they'd moved on before he could do anything about it. Presently, he was looking down at the handful of colored beads he'd kept; pink, blue, orange, grey, white, red, and black. Quite the assortment. He let them roll around on his hand, thinking idly that this was all pretty damn real for just a dream.
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Jake Dallas | OC | OTA
He'd accepted the mass of beads he'd been given, listening to the meanings behind them and discarding the ones he wouldn't be the slightest bit interested in. Not that he planned on going out and tossing handfuls of beads around, but hey, if this was a dream, maybe he'd find something worth making it a dirty dream over.
He was propped up against the side of the building, munching on something someone had handed him before copping a feel, which had earned them raised brows, but they'd moved on before he could do anything about it. Presently, he was looking down at the handful of colored beads he'd kept; pink, blue, orange, grey, white, red, and black. Quite the assortment. He let them roll around on his hand, thinking idly that this was all pretty damn real for just a dream.
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