happy april, everybody! as a thanks for completing the latest activity check, we have a new skin, new event, and new spotlight nominations for you. please see this post for more details.
march 31st, 2013
the activity check is officially OVER! if you have failed to complete it, please contact a staff member.
march 29th, 2013
Reggie Boi: damn, mami. Talkin rough to me like dat gets me hawd.
Group: RETURNING
Posts: 987
Member No.: 2,722
Joined: 24-June 12
Dixie was passing by the bus station heading home in her 1970 Chevelle, one of the the last vehicles she had left after all the accidents she had been in, in the past month or so. When out of the corner of her eyes, among the rows of buses she recognized one of them.
It was her tour bus, the 2009 'Forever Home' tour. Why was it here? Her head cocked so far to the right she almost ran into the truck in front of her as it slowed down, which forced her to make a hard right turn into the bus lot. The tires of the Chevelle screeching to pull off the tight angled turn.
"Jesus." She said more out of frustration than fear as the car rolled to a stop and she climbed out. She didn't even shut the car off or shut the door, in too much of a hurry. Pacing down the side of the bus, it appeared to be off.
Someone just left it here with all this public transportation. She patted her pocket, looking for her cellphone, whipping it out to call her driver who she immediately put on speaker.
"Why's ma' bus parked downtown surrounded by all these greyhounds?"
"I had to park it somewhere." He answered, she began rubbing her forehead with a sigh. "So you're telling me we don't have a lot or something somewhere?"
Group: LOCAL ADMIN
Posts: 458
Member No.: 2,046
Joined: 31-October 11
Johnny O'Shea stood proudly on the corner of Main and Harding, leaned up against a light post with a toothpick between his mouth, in true busker stance. He tuned his guitar, or maybe he was untuning it... Six beers and a burrito later, he couldn't tell anymore. But he had a smile on his face, and he was ready for Act Two of his night of busking. He'd start with a disgustingly overrated crowd favorite -- Tom Petty's "American Girl." Whatever made money, right?
"Well she wasn't an American girl, raised in, uh, American... Places," Ah, shit, he forgot the words. Oh well, he kept truckin', a smile on his face all the while. "Oh, yeah, all right, take it easy, lady, make it... Tonight..." People were starting to stop and stare now -- the busking equivalent of booing and throwing tomatoes.
His chords fizzled out when he spotted a woman talking angrily on the phone across the street. To say he was easily distracted was an understatement. When the pedestrians around him finally lost interest, he removed his guitar and placed it in the case, on top of a whopping three dollars he had made that night. Maybe he needed to cut down on the beer before work.
"Heyyy!" he slurred, waving his arms in the air to get her attention. Unf, redheads. And this one seemed to be feisty, too.
Group: RETURNING
Posts: 987
Member No.: 2,722
Joined: 24-June 12
Dixie was still locked into a conversation when some guy yelled, she turned her head and looked but didn't immediately notice who it was. That was until he started waving towards her. Dixie lowered her phone and hesitantly waved back, albeit slowly and confusedly. Then the whole Oh he must be a fan. Thing clicked in her mind and she threw up a peace sign and returned to her phone call.
for what shes wearin click me for the car click me
Group: LOCAL ADMIN
Posts: 458
Member No.: 2,046
Joined: 31-October 11
Miss Firecrotch looked important, like she was famous or something. Johnny couldn't pinpoint exactly who she was, but the longer he stared, the more he assumed that he should have recognized her. "H-Hey?" Ooh, she was not ignoring him. Never mind her being on a phone call. He was obviously more important.
He packed up his case and jogged across the street, taking no care to look for cars beforehand. Man, he was loaded.
Group: RETURNING
Posts: 987
Member No.: 2,722
Joined: 24-June 12
"Oh Lord." She muttered as he began to jog across the street. Then she noticed the guitar case and looked over at her face plastered on her tour bus. Well here comes the request to submit a tape, and or audition. She almost wanted to yell 'I already have a drummer' But Dixie didn't wanna be a dick and prejudge the man.
But the closer he got, the more judging she started doing. "Hey there partner." Greeting him warmly but coldly as if he was a kid, he looked drunk so she wanted to handle this with gloves and avoid pissing him off and getting into a fight with a drunk..again.
Group: LOCAL ADMIN
Posts: 458
Member No.: 2,046
Joined: 31-October 11
She didn't seem very happy about him approaching her, though that probably had a lot to do with him almost falling over in the middle of the street. His guitar case was throwing off his equilibrium. "Heyyy, you famous?" he said, stringing his words together so they sounded like one, and pointed to the bus with her face on it. "I've never met a famous person before."
Group: RETURNING
Posts: 987
Member No.: 2,722
Joined: 24-June 12
"Yeah, they call me Dixie. Queen Country." Basically reading that off the lower text of her bus, extending her hand offering to shake his. "Dixie Sullivan, nice to meet you."
Trying to be as nice as possible, drunks were a sensitive breed. She wanted to just let him get what he needed maybe an autograph or something and move things along. She then hung up over her driver, now she could call the cops quicker if she had to. If the phone fell and he heard her screaming he'd assume she was having sex so he wasn't a good emergency guy to have on the line.
"Need anything?" Asking in an attempt to hurry things along rather than him fumble over whatever his intentions were since it seemed like that was definitely the way it was going. Her waiting as he drunkenly tried to pick his words, like she was a visual rubix cube or some shit.
Group: LOCAL ADMIN
Posts: 458
Member No.: 2,046
Joined: 31-October 11
He giggled. Dixie. Dicksie. Dick-see. Maybe she wanted to see his. He'd save it for later. "Yeah! I've heard of you, you're a country singer," he exclaimed, as if she hadn't just said that. Perhaps if he had been more sober, he would have recognized her, or at least her name, but unfortunately he was positively hammered.
He leaned up against a telephone pole, one hand against the wood and the other planted firmly on his hip. She asked if he needed anything. "Lady, I just want to tell you..." He paused, catching a burp in his throat. Good, it wasn't vomit. "I just want to tell you that I think you're really beautiful, ok. You're just so beautiful. Attractive, and, I just... Do you want to make out with me?"
Group: RETURNING
Posts: 987
Member No.: 2,722
Joined: 24-June 12
She nodded, yeah she sure was a singer. If he wasn't drunk she'd have pegged him for slow. But Dixie was trying to maintain a friendly attitude with the guy. Eyes following him over to the light post. Dixie generally had a lot of self confidence but recently a few of her conquest attempts had gone poorly so this barrage of compliments was very well received, it made her smile and on top of that make out offer it turned her on. Regardless of his drunken burp. "Why not?"
Let it be his lucky day, he had raised her self esteem a bit for the moment. Even if she was a smart enough woman to know it being raised at all by a drunken man on the street was complete bullshit. Too many people she kept trying to hook up with kept calling her old, and grandma even though she wasn't one. He thought she was beautiful and that made her feel good. Even if she wanted to force him to hit the mouth wash on her tour bus first.
Group: LOCAL ADMIN
Posts: 458
Member No.: 2,046
Joined: 31-October 11
Johnny eyed her from head to toe, and then back up again, biting his bottom lip all the while. He could tell he had done something right in all his drunken rambling. Her eyes were brighter and she didn't look like she was about to knee him in his junk. It had to be a good sign, right?
Obviously it was. "Right ooon!" he exclaimed, and stepped closer, his eyebrows raised in an "is this ok?" manner. Even if he was drunk as a skunk, he was still wary, and wondering if she was lying to get him closer so he could punch him in the jaw, or something. It had happened before.
Group: RETURNING
Posts: 987
Member No.: 2,722
Joined: 24-June 12
"Right ooon!" His excitement tickled her, it was cute and she giggled in response. She lowered her phone back down and hung up before stuffing it into her pocket as he moved towards her. Dixie staring calmly up into his eyes, her arms down at her sides waiting to see if he was gonna make the first move or if she was supposed to. Nothing but the sound of cars driving by every few seconds echoing around them.
for what shes wearin click me for the car click me
Group: LOCAL ADMIN
Posts: 458
Member No.: 2,046
Joined: 31-October 11
Never having been one to take anything seriously, Johnny began to hum. "Bow chicka wow wowww," he sang loudly, as he stepped closer and closer to her, making a show out of it by shaking his hips and hands in some weird, butchered samba type dance move. He wasn't sure what to do with his eye contact, so he just stared into her eyes as best he could, smiling to keep the mood light. He clumsily leant into her and it happened, the wet, sloppy kiss coming of its own volition without any help from either of them. His hands wrapped around her waist and he continued to sway back and forth, half because of his out-of-whack equilibrium, and half because he was elated to suddenly be making out with an allegedly famous older woman.
Hopefully she couldn't tell that he was trying to hold back a smile.
Group: RETURNING
Posts: 987
Member No.: 2,722
Joined: 24-June 12
Her head had tilted back trying not to laugh, his little show felt awkward and embarrassing even though no one was watching. Dixie just held her ground and let him close in on her. She was ready and already a little turned on when he began to kiss her, she liked giving up control sometimes so she just let him guide her by holding her hips, pressed up against him as his hips kept hers in sync with his swaying back and fourth.
Dixie personally was expecting to feel bulge, hoping actually. The sloppiness of the kiss she actually appreciated, raw uncoordinated passion but since she wasn't drunk her technique was more on point. Her lips followed his, her tongue tasting alcohol that she could damn there guess the brand name of. The kiss went on for a while, getting her fill of shared tongue exploration. Dixie had kept the fact that her tour bus had a bed in the back of her mind, she hadn't been sure about going for it but she had gotten really turned on really fast, backing up guiding him towards the door still kissing while her hand fished for the handle and the door popped open. For once she could thank her incompetent crew.
Group: LOCAL ADMIN
Posts: 458
Member No.: 2,046
Joined: 31-October 11
Johnny couldn't believe, even in his drunken state, that all he had to do was ask, and he'd get to slip the tongue into some petite, older redhead's mouth. The thought alone made him grin wide, even as the kiss demanded more of him, like his tongue and hands, which slid down and shamelessly found themselves in the back pockets of her pants. His hips continued to sway, though there was much less rhythm to it, now that his brain was preoccupied with other things. She seemed to step back and for the briefest of seconds he thought she was going to leave him hanging. He removed his lips from her face and his eyes zeroed in on hers, until she realized she wasn't stopping... She was going for her tour bus. Fucking score, he said to himself, making a mental note to pat himself on the back later.
He climbed the steps and once they found themselves standing on level ground, he thought it was necessary to say something. "Oh, Dais.. Uh, Dixie, you're so fuckin' hot," he mumbled, before burying his face in her neck and trying to figure out just where the fuck he had gotten "Daisy" from.
Group: RETURNING
Posts: 987
Member No.: 2,722
Joined: 24-June 12
The error of names was lost to the cowgirl, focusing only on the compliment. Smiling and giggling like a school girl, when he leaned into her neck she had time to look past him all she saw was a shut cabinet on the wall across from them she began drifting into the thought that maybe she shouldn't be doing this.
That was a little late to rise, it was already happening and she intended to finish. Tossing her arm around the back of his neck, pulling him back into the bedroom of the bus, falling onto the bed yanking him down on top of her and hooking her legs around his waist. Dixie pulled roughly at his hair to turn his head to the side so she could begin kissing and nibbling at his neck.
HTB is a real life, character driven role play based in the fictional central California mountain town of Ashwick Valley. We offer a laid back, friendly, and diverse atmosphere for all kinds of writers, characters and plots. If you'd like to join us, please register with a first and last name in all caps, as in BOB LOBLAW. Thanks!
