Post by Rob on Jul 15, 2015 20:22:18 GMT -6
Leaving his hotel room, Jericho Cross makes sure the door is locked and heads down the hall. Dressed in dark jeans, black boots and a custom, sleeveless t-shirt (showing the Tasmanian Devil hungrily licking his lips as he holds an impaled Tweety on a skewer), he walks down the stairs, wondering what today might bring.
Planning to spend time with Munin meant that no matter what, a person was likely to do or find something unusual. It's part of the package with Munin and personally, he couldn't complain. Now on the right floor, he makes a beeline to his destination and knocks on the door.
The door was opened almost immediately to reveal a wet haired Munin fresh out of the shower wearing a red silk robe.
Munin: Morning, come in I'm almost ready.
With that she left the door open, and disappeared back into the bathroom. Watching her walk away, his eyes widen and his cheeks blow out as he takes in such a welcome sight. Hoping that his black jeans would keep it well in place should he be unable to think of something else, he walks in and shuts the door, taking the first available spot he can find to sit down and wait.
True to her word Munin was out of the bathroom in record time. Her hair slicked back in a now slightly damp pony tail, leaving her black hair to stream down her back. She wore a simple jade green silk shirt shirt that left one shoulder bare, a flowing dark green dress, and matching slip on shoes.
Getting to his feet, he heads over to Munin and pulls her into a hug.
Jericho: Interesting night last night.
Munin welcomed his affection by wrapping her arms around him, and leaning into his larger frame.
Munin: Yes it was, pleasantly so...
Jericho: Want to see what we can find today?
Munin: Of course, did you have anywhere special in mind?
One of her hands began to trail up the back of his shirt to trace various designs on his back.
Jericho: Nope, random outings with you tend to lead to interesting things, so I was counting on that.
Her touch made him smile. It was something he could tell he'd never tire of.
She had to laugh at that, it was a statement she couldn't deny.
Munin: Well then I guess we have a plan.
She took her time slipping out of his arms to grab her purse. She honestly would have been happy to stay as they were, but that sounded overly sappy even in her head. So it was one thought she decided to keep to herself.
Munin: I'm ready whenever you are.
Jericho: Cool, let's see what's out there. And how much more insane it'll get when you're there.
A cheeky smirk forms on his face and he offers a wink to show he's joking, even if his statement is accurate, historically speaking. Her grin was as shameless and unrepentant as it always was.
Munin: I can't help it if I'm so awesome I make everything else around me interesting.
Jericho: Touche.
Unable to argue the point, he gestures for her to follow him as he leaves the room, eager to see what awaits them.
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Finding themselves in a large indoor market, the two walk around, each with an arm round the other, as they keep their eyes open for anything unusual.
Jericho: Heat's making me thirsty. Want a drink?
Munin shrugged her shoulders with a small smile.
Munin: I could go for a drink...
Wandering into the nearest shop to sell drinks, they head to the fridge to see what's available. As they browse, Jericho leans forward for a better look when something catches his eye.
Jericho: You're kidding... is that... fuck me!
Munin: Well if you insist, but we could get arrested for doing that in public.
Her tone was teasing, but his reaction had made her curious. Jericho lets out a breathy chuckle through his nose at her response, though he doesn't take his stare off of whatever he is now reaching for.
Munin: ...Is that a?
Taking one of the bottles, he shows it to Munin. The bottle is, understandably, covered in Chinese writing and bearing the face of a well-known, bald former Globalstar.
Jericho: I thought they stopped making these! This one is, let's see... cheese and grape flavour.
Munin made a face that expressed exactly who she felt about such a thing existing.
Munin: I had rather hoped they'd stopped making them.
Jericho: Are these the real deal?
Just then, he stops dead. Looking from the bottle to Munin, a menacing grin slowly forms.
Jericho: Oh, Munin... want to play a little game?
She arched an eyebrow just knowing that whatever was about to happen would be...special. But Jericho had said the magic word. Game.
Munin: What kind of game?
Clearing his throat due to the heat, he is now ready to tell her what terrible thing he has in store. This would either be a laugh, as well as an exercise in mild sadism, or get him dumped.
Jericho: I buy three of these for you, any flavour I want. You do the same for me, and we have to drink what we're given. First to give up loses. You up to it?
She knew that there was no way this could end pretty, but she also knew there was no way she was going to let him win.
Visions of puking to over the rainbow ran through her head as she said...
Munin: I'm in...
Jericho: Ok... go!
Munin started to quickly browse the horrid selection of drinks that in her opinion should be illegal, and tried not to think about what she was about to put in her stomach. Jericho, meanwhile, wasn't making it easy as he checks the flavours and puts most of them back, giving a short giggle as he takes a couple worth keeping.
Munin meanwhile was choosing her with the same intensity that she would have when picking what weapons to go into a gun fight with.
Jericho: Oh, yes!
With a grin that, in this situation, does not signify anything remotely good, he grabs his third and final flavour. Keeping his choices hidden, he heads for the checkout, internally telling himself it's totally worth it if she kills him today. It was no surprise that Munin had already beat him to the register, and was patiently waiting with a brown paper bag. Paying for the torture, Jericho takes his bag and turns to Munin.
Jericho: Shall we take this outside?
Munin: After you sir.
Leading the way, he guides Munin back out of the shop, then outside altogether. Looking for a place where they'd be out of the way, he spots a wooden bench, taking Munin by the hand as he leads her there. Sitting down, he puts a hand inside his bag, ready to play.
Jericho: You ready for this?
Munin set her own bag on the bench with a ruthless grin.
Munin: Ready and waiting.
With nothing else to wait for, Jericho looks into the bag and pulls out a bottle.
Jericho: And your first one is a small one to start, custard and potato.
Munin mentally gave a sigh of relief, it could have been much worse. For instance...
Her grin turned wicked as she set a bottle of mushroom and pineapple down beside Jericho's bottle.
Munin: Challenge accepted...
Picking up his first bottle of what may or may not be the genuine article, he removes the top and goes for it. After a few mouthfuls, he lowers the bottle with an expected, unpleasant expression.
Jericho: Not the worst. Not nice, but not the worst.
Resigned to this contest, he quickly finishes it with another frown.
Munin snaps the top off her bottle without giving herself time to think about what she is going to drink, and chugs it as fast as she can.
Munin: Bleh...Not the worst thing I've ever put in my mouth, but not something I will ever drink again.
She set her empty bottle next to his with a clack. Inwardly congratulating himself for not asking if Alex's dick won that particular title, or even asking in general, he manages to get rid of his infantile smirk as he reaches for poison number two.
Jericho: These are both brutal, but this might be less so. I give to you kiwi fruit and garlic.
Munin would have been impressed by his challenge if she didn't have..dun dun dun.
Munin: Asparagus and Mango...
She didn't even bother to hide her grin, as she handed him his bottle. With a sense of dread, Jericho opens the bottle and makes a rookie mistake: smelling it. Giving a sigh, he opens it and takes a huge swig, to his immediate regret. After a few moments, he forces himself to swallow the vile drink and gestures for Munin to have a go.
Munin snapped the bottle top once more, but this time she had a look of trepidation. It was a look that she quickly discovered was warranted, as she almost gagged while chugging the swill. Wiping her mouth she had to take a moment, before speaking.
Munin: Next drink.
Jericho: Hang on.
Downing the rest of his, the Dread King's face is a picture of disgust as he finishes.
Jericho: Ugh... you first this time. What's your big gun?
With a not so slightly evil grin Munin set her last drink before the Dread King.
Munin: Wasabi and prunes...
He winces at the mere mention of such a sick concoction, taking a moment before he takes his final weapon from the bag.
Jericho: Babe, you're evil. But even you won't want this one. Lime and smoked haddock.
Munin paled when he pulled the bottle out. Even the liquid was a disgusting murky brown color.
Munin: Hand me the bottle...
Doing as she says, he decides to voice his opinion on the last leg of the challenge.
Jericho: I like wasabi... but as a drink, it's a bad idea. And I fucking hate prunes.
Munin can't bother to reply as snaps off the last top, and with one last breath chugs.
Halfway through the bottle she has to stop, and will herself not to puke. After a few moments she goes back to chugging, glaring at Jericho defiantly the entire time.
Munin: Done.
She was proud of herself for setting the disgusting bottle down gently, instead of breaking it. That had been without a doubt the most disgusting thing she ever drank, and she still wasn't entirely sure she wouldn't puke.
Clearly impressed by her courage, Jericho removes the lid and gets to it. Being milk based, he assumes it will not have any kick from the wasabi. Taking a big mouthful, he is instantly proven wrong.
The spicy, milky drink, coupled with the horrible taste of prunes hit him badly. Taste-wise, he decides it's the equivalent of being sodomised with your own torn out ribs, the difference here being that the latter wouldn't last nearly as long. Finally choking it back, he moans with disgust. Unwilling to lose his own sick game, he gets the remainder down him as quickly as he can. Upon finishing it, he sits back, taking in how deeply unpleasant that truly was.
Munin: I am so happy we decided to do this...I feel like we just bonded on a whole new level.
Her tone was dead panned but not maliciously sarcastic. She even managed to smile for a moment before her stomach churned.
Munin: That was disgusting.
Jericho managed to smile back at her, despite the lingering taste of all three drinks. At that point, his smile fades, replaced by a look of mild discomfort.
Jericho: "Bonded"? I thought for a minute you would have put out a hit on me. I'd completely understand, after that.
She looked genuinely confused by his words.
Munin: Why would I do that? You might have suggested it, but I agreed to it. Besides despite how disgusting those drink were it was kinda fun. I'm never playing that game again though.
Jericho: It was fun, seeing your expression each time. Agreed though, never again. Although we have to make Eva and Leon do it.
A giggles escaped her at that thought. Shaking head head, she sat down beside him, and rested her head on his shoulder.
Munin: I'll let you do that, I'll watch with popcorn.
Jericho: As long as you save some for me.
Putting his arm around her shoulders, he rests his head against hers, content to just watch life go by for the time being. With a smile at his show of affection, she twined her fingers into his.
Munin: That sounds like a good deal.
Planning to spend time with Munin meant that no matter what, a person was likely to do or find something unusual. It's part of the package with Munin and personally, he couldn't complain. Now on the right floor, he makes a beeline to his destination and knocks on the door.
The door was opened almost immediately to reveal a wet haired Munin fresh out of the shower wearing a red silk robe.
Munin: Morning, come in I'm almost ready.
With that she left the door open, and disappeared back into the bathroom. Watching her walk away, his eyes widen and his cheeks blow out as he takes in such a welcome sight. Hoping that his black jeans would keep it well in place should he be unable to think of something else, he walks in and shuts the door, taking the first available spot he can find to sit down and wait.
True to her word Munin was out of the bathroom in record time. Her hair slicked back in a now slightly damp pony tail, leaving her black hair to stream down her back. She wore a simple jade green silk shirt shirt that left one shoulder bare, a flowing dark green dress, and matching slip on shoes.
Getting to his feet, he heads over to Munin and pulls her into a hug.
Jericho: Interesting night last night.
Munin welcomed his affection by wrapping her arms around him, and leaning into his larger frame.
Munin: Yes it was, pleasantly so...
Jericho: Want to see what we can find today?
Munin: Of course, did you have anywhere special in mind?
One of her hands began to trail up the back of his shirt to trace various designs on his back.
Jericho: Nope, random outings with you tend to lead to interesting things, so I was counting on that.
Her touch made him smile. It was something he could tell he'd never tire of.
She had to laugh at that, it was a statement she couldn't deny.
Munin: Well then I guess we have a plan.
She took her time slipping out of his arms to grab her purse. She honestly would have been happy to stay as they were, but that sounded overly sappy even in her head. So it was one thought she decided to keep to herself.
Munin: I'm ready whenever you are.
Jericho: Cool, let's see what's out there. And how much more insane it'll get when you're there.
A cheeky smirk forms on his face and he offers a wink to show he's joking, even if his statement is accurate, historically speaking. Her grin was as shameless and unrepentant as it always was.
Munin: I can't help it if I'm so awesome I make everything else around me interesting.
Jericho: Touche.
Unable to argue the point, he gestures for her to follow him as he leaves the room, eager to see what awaits them.
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Finding themselves in a large indoor market, the two walk around, each with an arm round the other, as they keep their eyes open for anything unusual.
Jericho: Heat's making me thirsty. Want a drink?
Munin shrugged her shoulders with a small smile.
Munin: I could go for a drink...
Wandering into the nearest shop to sell drinks, they head to the fridge to see what's available. As they browse, Jericho leans forward for a better look when something catches his eye.
Jericho: You're kidding... is that... fuck me!
Munin: Well if you insist, but we could get arrested for doing that in public.
Her tone was teasing, but his reaction had made her curious. Jericho lets out a breathy chuckle through his nose at her response, though he doesn't take his stare off of whatever he is now reaching for.
Munin: ...Is that a?
Taking one of the bottles, he shows it to Munin. The bottle is, understandably, covered in Chinese writing and bearing the face of a well-known, bald former Globalstar.
Jericho: I thought they stopped making these! This one is, let's see... cheese and grape flavour.
Munin made a face that expressed exactly who she felt about such a thing existing.
Munin: I had rather hoped they'd stopped making them.
Jericho: Are these the real deal?
Just then, he stops dead. Looking from the bottle to Munin, a menacing grin slowly forms.
Jericho: Oh, Munin... want to play a little game?
She arched an eyebrow just knowing that whatever was about to happen would be...special. But Jericho had said the magic word. Game.
Munin: What kind of game?
Clearing his throat due to the heat, he is now ready to tell her what terrible thing he has in store. This would either be a laugh, as well as an exercise in mild sadism, or get him dumped.
Jericho: I buy three of these for you, any flavour I want. You do the same for me, and we have to drink what we're given. First to give up loses. You up to it?
She knew that there was no way this could end pretty, but she also knew there was no way she was going to let him win.
Visions of puking to over the rainbow ran through her head as she said...
Munin: I'm in...
Jericho: Ok... go!
Munin started to quickly browse the horrid selection of drinks that in her opinion should be illegal, and tried not to think about what she was about to put in her stomach. Jericho, meanwhile, wasn't making it easy as he checks the flavours and puts most of them back, giving a short giggle as he takes a couple worth keeping.
Munin meanwhile was choosing her with the same intensity that she would have when picking what weapons to go into a gun fight with.
Jericho: Oh, yes!
With a grin that, in this situation, does not signify anything remotely good, he grabs his third and final flavour. Keeping his choices hidden, he heads for the checkout, internally telling himself it's totally worth it if she kills him today. It was no surprise that Munin had already beat him to the register, and was patiently waiting with a brown paper bag. Paying for the torture, Jericho takes his bag and turns to Munin.
Jericho: Shall we take this outside?
Munin: After you sir.
Leading the way, he guides Munin back out of the shop, then outside altogether. Looking for a place where they'd be out of the way, he spots a wooden bench, taking Munin by the hand as he leads her there. Sitting down, he puts a hand inside his bag, ready to play.
Jericho: You ready for this?
Munin set her own bag on the bench with a ruthless grin.
Munin: Ready and waiting.
With nothing else to wait for, Jericho looks into the bag and pulls out a bottle.
Jericho: And your first one is a small one to start, custard and potato.
Munin mentally gave a sigh of relief, it could have been much worse. For instance...
Her grin turned wicked as she set a bottle of mushroom and pineapple down beside Jericho's bottle.
Munin: Challenge accepted...
Picking up his first bottle of what may or may not be the genuine article, he removes the top and goes for it. After a few mouthfuls, he lowers the bottle with an expected, unpleasant expression.
Jericho: Not the worst. Not nice, but not the worst.
Resigned to this contest, he quickly finishes it with another frown.
Munin snaps the top off her bottle without giving herself time to think about what she is going to drink, and chugs it as fast as she can.
Munin: Bleh...Not the worst thing I've ever put in my mouth, but not something I will ever drink again.
She set her empty bottle next to his with a clack. Inwardly congratulating himself for not asking if Alex's dick won that particular title, or even asking in general, he manages to get rid of his infantile smirk as he reaches for poison number two.
Jericho: These are both brutal, but this might be less so. I give to you kiwi fruit and garlic.
Munin would have been impressed by his challenge if she didn't have..dun dun dun.
Munin: Asparagus and Mango...
She didn't even bother to hide her grin, as she handed him his bottle. With a sense of dread, Jericho opens the bottle and makes a rookie mistake: smelling it. Giving a sigh, he opens it and takes a huge swig, to his immediate regret. After a few moments, he forces himself to swallow the vile drink and gestures for Munin to have a go.
Munin snapped the bottle top once more, but this time she had a look of trepidation. It was a look that she quickly discovered was warranted, as she almost gagged while chugging the swill. Wiping her mouth she had to take a moment, before speaking.
Munin: Next drink.
Jericho: Hang on.
Downing the rest of his, the Dread King's face is a picture of disgust as he finishes.
Jericho: Ugh... you first this time. What's your big gun?
With a not so slightly evil grin Munin set her last drink before the Dread King.
Munin: Wasabi and prunes...
He winces at the mere mention of such a sick concoction, taking a moment before he takes his final weapon from the bag.
Jericho: Babe, you're evil. But even you won't want this one. Lime and smoked haddock.
Munin paled when he pulled the bottle out. Even the liquid was a disgusting murky brown color.
Munin: Hand me the bottle...
Doing as she says, he decides to voice his opinion on the last leg of the challenge.
Jericho: I like wasabi... but as a drink, it's a bad idea. And I fucking hate prunes.
Munin can't bother to reply as snaps off the last top, and with one last breath chugs.
Halfway through the bottle she has to stop, and will herself not to puke. After a few moments she goes back to chugging, glaring at Jericho defiantly the entire time.
Munin: Done.
She was proud of herself for setting the disgusting bottle down gently, instead of breaking it. That had been without a doubt the most disgusting thing she ever drank, and she still wasn't entirely sure she wouldn't puke.
Clearly impressed by her courage, Jericho removes the lid and gets to it. Being milk based, he assumes it will not have any kick from the wasabi. Taking a big mouthful, he is instantly proven wrong.
The spicy, milky drink, coupled with the horrible taste of prunes hit him badly. Taste-wise, he decides it's the equivalent of being sodomised with your own torn out ribs, the difference here being that the latter wouldn't last nearly as long. Finally choking it back, he moans with disgust. Unwilling to lose his own sick game, he gets the remainder down him as quickly as he can. Upon finishing it, he sits back, taking in how deeply unpleasant that truly was.
Munin: I am so happy we decided to do this...I feel like we just bonded on a whole new level.
Her tone was dead panned but not maliciously sarcastic. She even managed to smile for a moment before her stomach churned.
Munin: That was disgusting.
Jericho managed to smile back at her, despite the lingering taste of all three drinks. At that point, his smile fades, replaced by a look of mild discomfort.
Jericho: "Bonded"? I thought for a minute you would have put out a hit on me. I'd completely understand, after that.
She looked genuinely confused by his words.
Munin: Why would I do that? You might have suggested it, but I agreed to it. Besides despite how disgusting those drink were it was kinda fun. I'm never playing that game again though.
Jericho: It was fun, seeing your expression each time. Agreed though, never again. Although we have to make Eva and Leon do it.
A giggles escaped her at that thought. Shaking head head, she sat down beside him, and rested her head on his shoulder.
Munin: I'll let you do that, I'll watch with popcorn.
Jericho: As long as you save some for me.
Putting his arm around her shoulders, he rests his head against hers, content to just watch life go by for the time being. With a smile at his show of affection, she twined her fingers into his.
Munin: That sounds like a good deal.
