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insertmeathere2010-02-13 11:34 am
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Blind Date Meme
In honour of the fact that it's Valentine's tomorrow in my corner of the world, I bring you the Blind Date Meme!
Somehow, someway, your character has agreed to a blind date (or several). Maybe they were coerced into it, maybe they don't actually mind the idea, maybe it's just Stacy messing with everyone's heads again, but they're here now. And at the very least, it shouldn't be boring for them.
♥ Make a comment for your character, you can outline a mini-setting if you want. (Think along the lines of the 'Waking up in bed' meme we had a little while back.)
♥ Other characters comment to that as the other half of the blind date!
♥ SPAM HAPPENS.
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* 'PROFIT' may not apply if participants' idea of profit is anything other than large amounts of spam. Offer void outside the internets.

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[He blinked a bit and then smirked]
I preferred her blue.
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Hmm, blue could be... And in bed?
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Except for Scott, who doesn't even try and gets the hotties lining up at his door. Same with Warren. The pricks.
[He smirks]
She's a real animal in bed. She doesn't need those powers of hers to make it more interesting.
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Yeah, but look at what Scott's gotten to work with. As wonderful as Jean can be...
[She also gets really dead an awful lot. :| ]
[And Jamie's going to move a little closer to Bobby now]
Really? At least the last time was a good one, then?
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[He notices the move, but doesn't say anything, just smirks]
Oh yeah, it was.
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[Well that didn't get a comment, so lets try moving a little closer again!]
Then it could have been worse, don't you think?
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[He blinks at the move and shakes his head. Drinking more of the wine he'd forgot about]
Yeah it could have been.
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[He grins and swipes the bottle from Bobby when he's done drinking, takes a quick gulp, and hands it back]
Well then. ...that's not bad wine, actually.
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[Bobby pouts down at the bottle then back up at Jamie.]
Yeah and if you keep drinking it like that, it's not going to last much longer.
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[He snorts] You've been drinking more than I have, Drake. Trying to drown your sorrows?
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[He steals back the bottle and takes a hefty gulp]
But you're drunker than I thought if you're serious about this. [He slings his arm around Bobby's shoulders] You're not that alone after all.
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So what if I am drunk? And I am alone. No one wants me. I'm a giant ice cube.
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And you're not alone. You've got friends and stuff. Rest of the X-Men will turn up too. Hell, they live through everything else. 'Sides I know a lot about being alone. 'S like my major. Or something.
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But they ain't here. And even if they were. They're just friends. Not like it'd help with the loneliness.
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Friends are easier than other stuff. Don't have to worry about. Things. [He tightens his arm and moves in closer] 'course don't have to worry about it with guys either.
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[He tilts his head and rests it against Jamie's shoulder]
True. Guys have less of a headache.
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Yeah, they do. [His hand may be starting to wander a little lower.]
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[He's a bit drunk right now, and so he's just going to lean into him]
But some guys are a bigger headache. Like Jean-Paul...
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[He is going to steal that bottle for another swig and also use the movement to hook his hand in the waistband of Bobby's pants.] Huh? What about Jean-Paul?
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[He shakes his head as the bottle goes missing again] Annie, the nurse we had, the one who was in love with Alex? She said he liked me. Like was in love with me or something. But I think she was just pulling my leg, because if there's one person who hates me on that island, it had to be him. But then I remember him always flirting with me... You know we almost had a date once?
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Well it didn't happen. I got my brains beat in by a clay monster, for hitting on his wife... who was controlling my hormones.
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