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Post by Low Key on Sept 27, 2014 22:57:35 GMT -5
Low's face brightened somewhat as he took a look at the clock on the wall, "We close in a couple hours. If you can wait that long, I'll walk you home after I've closed up."
(( Gonna stop for tonight and wait for Saline to respond. ))
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 28, 2014 18:32:31 GMT -5
Saline takes a deep breath, and trots back out to greet the two once more. He has a more awkward atmosphere to him, even carrying himself even less then usual. He rests his head on the bar table, folding his hooves around it. His eyes dart around a little, before speaking up, "...I am back, and...on track."
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Post by Low Key on Sept 28, 2014 19:17:32 GMT -5
As Saline walked back into the bar area, Low Key looked to him and remembered what the other stallion had said earlier. It all started to click with him: the roaming stare, the freudian slip, this zebra totally had a crush on him. Strangely enough at first, Low had no idea what to do with it. Sure, Midnight had shown some interest in him, but she only wanted him for his dick, whereas Saline was head over heels for him. Was the feeling mutual? Hardly, but at the same time, Low had a certain respect for him. He seemed nice enough, his eyes were deep and intriguing, his stripes drawing his attention to ever contour of his body, and-
Suddenly, an idea slowly grew in Low's mind. He tried to shove it back, but gradually it gained more and more support. The very thought made his conscience throw a fit, but this was the chance of a lifetime. Midnight exploited his temperament to get in between his legs, so Low would do the same. He couldn't say he never thought about doing it with a stallion before, but it certainly wasn't something he fantasized about on a daily basis. Still, he always considered himself open minded, and if this got him one leg up over Midnight, he'd take it in a heartbeat.
Low looked away from the zebra and picked up a glass and began polishing it. He did his best to hide the exhilaration in his eyes as he waited until closing time.
(( We can time skip to closing time whenever unless either of you two still want to RP ))
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 28, 2014 20:53:46 GMT -5
((I'm willing to do a timeskip.))
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Post by Low Key on Sept 28, 2014 20:56:05 GMT -5
(( Sorry for the double post, closing up the bar ))
Last call came and went and now the bar was well and truly empty save for Low Key, Zeila, and Saline-Base. After quickly rushing through his closing duties, he ushers the two outside and locks the door behind him. Levitating the key into his saddlebags, he then looks to Zeila, "Alright, you lead the way, Saline and I will be right behind you."
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Post by Zeila on Sept 28, 2014 21:02:54 GMT -5
As she was pushed outside she looked around at both Low Key and Saline before starting to slowly moving away from the bar starting towards the residential area admittedly her steps were all over the place a bit as she had yet to completely sober up and was simply trying to get home. Her mind was racing about what happened, what was going to happen afterwards or if she would need to leave town again.
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 29, 2014 6:22:56 GMT -5
Saline stood relatively close to Zeila, yet closer to Low Key. He couldn't tell wether the alcohol was making him this brave, or it was the short term acceptance of his sexuality. He doesn't shirk his duties however; standing guard of the mare and looking ahead for signs of trouble. He swallowed his ego, and said, "I apologize for my outburst earlier, it was just that…well, not even I am sure."
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Post by Low Key on Sept 29, 2014 15:08:26 GMT -5
As Low walked with Zeila, he made sure that he was standing right next to Saline the entire time. Was he really prepared to do this? Exactly how much courage did it take for Midnight to come on to him? Probably none, considering how easy he was. He just had to relax, think positive, and above all, bide his time. Once he had returned this mare home safe, then he would be alone with Saline.
Wait, did he actually get her name? Low spares a glance over at the cloaked mare and asks, "Excuse me, but I don't remember you ever giving me a name, miss."
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Post by Zeila on Sept 29, 2014 16:21:52 GMT -5
Zeila turns her head towards Low as he moves to ask her what her name was though she thought he had heard hear earlier when talking with Saline but considering all that happened before that little encounter he might have ignored her at first. Whatever the reason she lets out a sigh and begins to talk,"My name is Zeila." She continues to move towards the residential area.
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 29, 2014 16:31:00 GMT -5
He stays quiet, but whispers into Low's ear, "I must ask...do you roll both ways like a cask?" He asks, blushing warmly. This was a leap for him, and he wasn't sure it was welcomed at all. Though he was very curious, Low did look very cute...
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Post by Low Key on Sept 29, 2014 18:12:14 GMT -5
Low nods in understanding. He thought he heard her say it earlier, but it was such a strange name he thought he was hearing things. He tried to place exactly what sort of origin the name was from, but was simply unable.
His thoughts were interrupted by Saline's question. He leans over and reciprocates his action, "We'll discuss this later." He can't hide the wicked smile forming on his lips. He was leading this stallion on and it was turning into something incredibly fun. No wonder Midnight seemed to enjoy herself, she was in complete control of the situation as well as the stallion. As he did his best to nonchalantly return his focus back to the road, he whipped his tail and lightly brushed it against Saline's rump, silently musing on just how extensive his power over him went.
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Post by Zeila on Sept 29, 2014 18:36:12 GMT -5
After a passing a few more houses they arrive at Zeila's home it looked a bit bigger then any other house on the street but looked more like a cottage that resided closer to the edge of town as she slowly walks up to her steps she turns to face the two stallions,"Thank you for walking me home and sorry about all the trouble I caused." She gives them a slight bow of the head to the two of them.
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 29, 2014 18:43:35 GMT -5
Saline blushes intensely from Low's tail brush, was he...flirting with him? Did he just find a…possible special somepony? He was astounded, he could actually meet somepony! He continues on, happily, and nods to Zeila as she makes it to her home. Saline's mind raced at hundreds of miles a minute, maybe they'd hit it off well, and continue their relationship, maybe even...elope one day. He knew he was getting FAR ahead of himself, but, to be wedded was a topic that was tread on sometimes (and most of the time by his parents) by him. He looks to Low as Zeila enters her home, "I assume you're willing to say the answer to the question, or does it still weigh a ton?"
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Post by Low Key on Sept 29, 2014 20:07:06 GMT -5
As Low watches Zeila close the door to her house, a smirk creeps across his face as he looks back at Saline with bedroom eyes, "Do you live around here? We can talk on the walk home."
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Post by Saline-Base on Sept 29, 2014 20:15:56 GMT -5
He nods, but stops, shaking his head, "I...am reserving a home to buy, but for night now, I think it's better to give your home a try." He smiles, "I'm happy to see…a pony who could like me." He scratches the back of his head, blushing, "Unless…this is merely a test, then, at least I tried at best."
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