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Post by Queen Kuueru on Jan 18, 2019 22:23:52 GMT -5
ICE COLD Legume took her compliments well enough. Though he seemed to flaunt about his own looks for a bit afterwards. Kuueru couldn't help but laugh. The man was rather humorous once a few drinks were under his skin. She paused, the waitress coming a few more times to clear the plates as they finished eating more and more. Still, Legume still had some food in front of him. Then the man went on to talk about his plans for the evening. It was suddenly that it struck her. The demoness felt dumbfounded at the mention of her lips, and what 'work' Legume intended them to do. Her teeth dug into her lip as she tried to think of a response, or if she should even retort to such an suggestive comment. Luckily, the man interjected before she had the chance to embarrass herself further. He expressed his disdain for being called a Super Saiyan, and would much rather be called by his name, Legume. The woman nodded, though her thoughts reflected to his earlier comment. Perhaps she was a demon at heart after all. The sinful intentions, the impure thoughts; they flooded to her head at the mere mention of such activities. If that was even what the Saiyan meant by his words moments before. Alas, there was a sausage flying at her face. "W-Wait what!?" Kuueru didn't have time to think. The hot dog was coming in hot, and she didn't have time for objections to that fact. Legume even had the nerve to tell her to say 'ahh'. Her face was clearly flustered now, but she couldn't be rude and not oblige. After all, she treated him the same moments earlier with the shrimp. She opened wide, the bun, meat, and other viscous condiments slipping inside her mouth. Wide eyed she stared at Legume, unsure of how big of a bite to take. Still, it was her favorite treat. Perhaps being greedy wouldn't be too bad considering he had three other hot dogs on his plate. Deeper and deeper she drew the oblong treat into her mouth, her eyes nearly rolling back into her head for the luxurious taste. Man, these fancy restaurants sure did amplify the quality of their meats. Finally, she bit threw, taking off about three quarters of the hotdog, leaving but a small bit of breading and meat within Legume's grasp. "Mmmm!~" Kuueru exclaimed happily. She quickly chewed and swallowed the bite. It was lovely. After all, it had been nearly a week since she had last had one; such a small eternity. "I… thank you? Hahah, I can't say that I've ever had someone feed me like that. I appreciate your willingness to share though Legume." Kuueru leaned forward, her elbows digging into the table as she smiled at the Saiyan opposite of her. "The night is still young. I'm sure we can find a lot to do, you seem to be interesting enough."
As the pair finished their meals, the waitress would come and set a simple bill for the pair. Kuueru would eyeball it, waiting for Legume to finish and order anymore food if he liked before she picked up the tab.
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Post by Legume on Jan 19, 2019 16:59:10 GMT -5
Kuueru responded to Legume raising one of his hot dogs towards her mouth with clear shock in her voice, but did not resist. With her eyes widened, the demoness's mouth engulfed over half of the bun, immersing itself in the meat, bread and condiments of the snack. And clearly, she enjoyed it - if her eyes rolling back into her head did not betray that, what else would? Well, at least it's good to see that she liked that - and the pink haired woman confirmed exactly that, even giving Legume a thanks for feeding her like that, though also mentioning that it was something she had not experienced before.
"Really now? Didn't have momma feed you with a little spoon and put bites in ya mouth?" Legume replied, snickering under his alcohol-filled breath, while finishing the last of the bites of his meal and downing a yet another glass of wine. God, even his accent was starting to resemble that of a Galactic Rim local, with all the weird pronounciations and word shortening and stuff like that... How did he even manage to pull it off? The only Rim locals he had gotten into contact with before his time leap were some of the soldiers in his unit in the Galactic Armed Forces and a few others...
Not long after, the waitress walked up to their table yet again, clearly disinterested in what was going on between them, perhaps assuming them to be a yet another romantic couple instead of two martial artists who only got to first meet each other earlier today. Picking up the last of their plates, she raised the question on whether they would like to order anything else for tonight. Legume smiled, took a deep breath to not suddenly have a hiccup, and replied:
"No, thank you, I'm good. Unless the lady wishes to have a repeat, I feel that we're pretty much done here, aren't we?"
Well, this was... quite the evening, wasn't it? Completely the opposite of what Legume expected when he landed on the surface of the planet this morning with the intention to participate in the tournament he had been invited to earlier. And hey, the evening is not even over yet? With how adventurous he's feeling, who knows where he's going to be ending up by tomorrow?
"So then, Kuueru," Legume muttered, slightly leaning forward, his eyes fixated upon hers. "Where are you taking me now? I'm a blank sheet of paper, you can write anything in me this evening."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Jan 19, 2019 20:39:30 GMT -5
ICE COLD "No, as far as I know I don't even have a mothe—" Kuueru paused, her drunken gaze falling to the snickering man after his comment about being fed. Who cared at this point if she gave away her identity. Who cared? A demon walking amongst mortals, sure, it was a rare sight; but there were much stranger anomalies in the galaxy. The meal was coming to an end. Kuueru could only presume that her night would be as well. With so much alcohol rushing through her veins, she was having a hard time keeping her eyes straight. She watched the man before her at the table finish his last bits of food, but he was a bit of a blur. The waitress came once more. Legume was well done with his meal, and the demoness had no plans of eating another round of food tonight. She would be lucky to stand up from the table and not fall straight to her face. She cleared her throat and passed her card along with the bill back to the woman. In the meantime, the Saiyan was talking to her again. He leaned in, his eyes meeting her own for a long awkward moment. Of course, her being so drunk made the awkwardness subside and the inhibitions dissipate. She met his gaze, her lips curling into a smile. "Taking you? I suppose it's late. I should be a good date and return you back to your quarters. If you even have any. Not sure you got any for losing the tournament. Alas, you can always stay in the winner's suite for the night." Kuueru chuckled, teasing filling her words as she waved a finger and the waitress returned with her receipt and card. She tucked it away before signing her name and tipping the woman generously for her service for the evening. Kuueru wobbled to her feet, awaiting the Saiyan. They would depart, and hopefully find their way back to wherever they would stay for the night. "Come Legume, you're …drunk. Heh… so am I though." Kuueru chuckled and held out a wavering hand to the Saiyan. She would lead him back through the restaurants, the streets, and ultimately the casino and hotel district. It was a bustle this time of night, the beautiful neon lights never shutting off in Space Vegas. She stayed in a suite in one of the nicest hotels in the city for the night; it was a wonderful reward for winning her fight for the day. She hastily swiped her keycard and led the man into the cushy suite. It was still littered with fresh amenities, she hadn't even had a chance to visit the room since she had gone to Legume shortly after their fight. "Here it is. It's the least you deserve for being such a nice guest tonight." Kuueru wobbled, dropping her bag to the floor as she made her way towards the couch. Albeit, she fell over the arm of it and toppled forward face first into the plush cushions. Quickly she pushed herself up as to pretend nothing happened. It was obvious she was shitfaced. "Welp. Erm. I hear we get all the good TV stations. Even the pay per view pornos if you wanna watch those. I don't get the appeal to men though."
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Post by Legume on Jan 20, 2019 11:04:14 GMT -5
Upon hearing Kuueru drop a few jokes about him not having a suite to return to since he lost their tournament match, Legume let out a genuine laugh, while standing back up from his seat, carefully and slowly, to not have his face plop into the table and his hair to catch fire from the candle in the center. Jeez, he's going to have the worst hangover after this night...
"Psh. I wouldn't have a suite to return to even if I had won. I don't have the documents necessary to receive any property like that, after all." Legume replied, pointing out a problem with him being a time traveller stuck so far in the past that all of the documents he carries are just fancy pieces of plastic and a chip in his brain. How his alcohol stricken brain was able to make a coherent sentence of this level is a mystery which has since then been lost to time. Carefully moving across the restaurant, still snickering under his breath, Legume followed after Kuueru, until the two of them finqally stopped outside of the building, which is where the demoness commented that he's drunk and so is she/
"You don't say?" the Saiyan muttered on his breath, then suddenly wrapped his arm on Kuueru's neck to avoid falling flat to the ground after stumbling onto a pebble. Thankfully, the two of them remained straight. "Well ya ain't wrong, are you? Hopefully, if we walk like that, our drunkenness cancels each other out and we don't fall flat into the nearest chair or somethin'..."
Which... well, perhaps it did help a little bit, one way or another, because the couple did manage to make their way to Kuueru's abode unharassed by the evil concrete pavement. Kuueru dropped her back to the floor and immediately submerging herself into her sofa - all while Legume's eyes glanced across the room he had just been dropped in. So this is what he would have received if he actually won the tournament? Or, might have received had he won... again, with the problems and issues of being a time traveller. Honestly, for the primitive past, it didn't look... too bad. Tolerable, at least.
Especially with Kuueru. It's going to be very tolerable.
Legume sat down on the couch next to the demoness, just in time for her to offer something to watch on television - those primitive boxes they used before the Ultranet was integrated into everyone's brains, apparently. Even the pay per view pornos, which she was apparently not very enthused about.
"I mean... why not? Couldn't be that terrible of a way to pass an evening, could they? And it's my first time with 'em, too."
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