- Invitation Status
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Adventure stories! They can be fantasy, modern, sci-fi, all kinds! Give me some good world travel stories and I'm all over it! I also enjoy romance stories and even though I tend to play females I love playing gay men.
Alex watched, quite amused at the girl's frustration over the dryer not working. A boyish grin crossed his face as she introduced herself. "Ah. pleasure to meet you Natasha. It's a pretty...nice place you have set up here. Cool city and all that." Alex nodded, watching Natasha fiddle with the dryer some more, looking like it was going to be to no avail.
He waited patiently when she held up her finger to him and took the bat, a loud chuckle erupted him as she barely tapped the machine. I guess this is the country way of fixing things... He thought to himself as she cranked her arm back with the bat and swung, smashing the dryer and leaving a huge dent, the bat snapping and a look of pure shock on Natasha's face, or was it embarrassment that registered. Even with the machine clearly destroyed she attempted to start it up again, the sheets spilling out onto the floor like a tongue from a dog on a hot summer day.
She quickly gathered up the sheets and stepped past him, telling him to head to the Howling Hippo, a bar he had passed on his walk around town today. "Yeah, no problem betty. I'll just head on over and I'll see you later ya?" He waved absent mindedly to Natasha and stepped back out into the street and turned, heading down to the bar.
Alex unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his shirt to expose a bit more raw flesh, after all it was a bar and what do people do there? Pick up other people, at least that's how it was in Hawaii, if you wanted to meet someone you did it at the beach or at a bar. Most of the time the two were combined into one so he didn't have to go far.
He pushed the door open and sauntered inside, feeling good and looking good, at least in his own opinion. "Hey everyone, how's the surf? No ankle snappers ya?" He chuckled, figuring nobody would understand him, and the bar looked mildly empty. With a sigh he walked over to a quiet table and plopped down, waiting for the barmaid to come around and take his order.
He waited patiently when she held up her finger to him and took the bat, a loud chuckle erupted him as she barely tapped the machine. I guess this is the country way of fixing things... He thought to himself as she cranked her arm back with the bat and swung, smashing the dryer and leaving a huge dent, the bat snapping and a look of pure shock on Natasha's face, or was it embarrassment that registered. Even with the machine clearly destroyed she attempted to start it up again, the sheets spilling out onto the floor like a tongue from a dog on a hot summer day.
She quickly gathered up the sheets and stepped past him, telling him to head to the Howling Hippo, a bar he had passed on his walk around town today. "Yeah, no problem betty. I'll just head on over and I'll see you later ya?" He waved absent mindedly to Natasha and stepped back out into the street and turned, heading down to the bar.
Alex unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his shirt to expose a bit more raw flesh, after all it was a bar and what do people do there? Pick up other people, at least that's how it was in Hawaii, if you wanted to meet someone you did it at the beach or at a bar. Most of the time the two were combined into one so he didn't have to go far.
He pushed the door open and sauntered inside, feeling good and looking good, at least in his own opinion. "Hey everyone, how's the surf? No ankle snappers ya?" He chuckled, figuring nobody would understand him, and the bar looked mildly empty. With a sigh he walked over to a quiet table and plopped down, waiting for the barmaid to come around and take his order.