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[orangetoughguy]

Action!

[Mr. Orange is running a couple errands around town on his very nice and easy and open off-work Sunday. There's mistletoe out around the City but it's like two weeks before Christmas so that's not unusual at all, right?!]

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[deadly_legacy]

[Of course it's not unusual. It's also not unusual to see pink-haired princesses out shopping for Christmas gifts. Nor is it unusual for your path and her path to get progressively closer. She'll just give you a polite nod and a smile and that's probably it, right?]

[orangetoughguy]

[No, princess, you're wrong. When Orange sees that smile he returns it because it's polite. Then he reaches out to take Euphie by the arm and waist--kindly of course, like he's smoothly moving her out of the way of some snow falling off an awning that would undoubtedly cover up the mistletoe on said awning. Except no, he's moving her out of that way and into this way for a kiss on the lips.]

[deadly_legacy]

[Oh, oh... Well, it's not the worst thing she's ever been wrong about. And there could have bee snow. This is safer and warmer. Such a gentleman, really. She'll have to thank him by returning that kiss.]

[orangetoughguy]

[It's soft and chaste at first. Then it turns a little more heated when Orange introduces his tongue to the princess's mouth. Idly he's reminded, she kind of looks like a pink haired girl he once dated, in the 80s.]

[totallyinaband]

[Oh hey, Orange. About town minding your own business, eh? Remember this kid you turned into a wolf with a few months back? You may not have noticed it, but you happened to pass under a sprig of mistletoe the same time he did and now you are being slammed against a wall and having your face snogged off by him. Good luck!]

[orangetoughguy]

[What the--oof! Good thing he hasn't bought anything yet because he would have dropped it all when he puts his hands on that kid's arms.

Holy shit, Stephen Stills, holy shit.

Who knew you can reach that low! Freddy has to get up on the balls of his feet to even remotely try regaining some control of the kiss. Not because he doesn't like it but because, like, he's older and stuff.]

[totallyinaband]

[Stephen presses back. The struggle for control is just making it all the more interesting. His hands hold onto his hips, anchoring him down as his deepens the kiss.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Orange shouldn't like that feeling so much. He really shouldn't. Be he totally does. Is it still the mistletoe at work or...?!?! Either way he's working on tasting Stephen's mouth and clutching at his short hair while this other fist balls up a corner of his plaid(?) something or other.]

[lessdeadlythan.livejournal.com]

[Some days getting shit done is just easier when people don't stare as much.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Freddy's lighting a cigarette when he notices this. Uh...]

You want one? [He's cute. Damn.]

[lessdeadlythan.livejournal.com]

[Tom looks over and there's a clear once-over, and a smile - softer than Saya's, on this face it's not as sharp, almost, and accepts]

Thanks. Got a light, too?

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh. Freddy caught that once-over. Um. Oh yeah he taps out another Marlboro for Tom then pulls out his lighter too.]

Sure.

[Is he gonna do it himself? Should Freddy do it for him? Oh shit he's not used to this.]

[saidrepent]

[Once again, Raymond isn't paying nearly enough attention to his surroundings as he tries to make his way back home. One would think he'd have learned after his earlier unfortunate encounter, but no; he's focused far too much on keeping an eye out for the mistletoe sprigs to even notice—]

Shit— [That Orange is right in his path. He isn't the type to swear often, but he does it again as soon as he recognizes just who he's run into. This just had to be his luck, didn't it?]

[orangetoughguy]

[Well well well. Look who it is. Orange notices Raymond looks like a man on a mission but that doesn't stop him from wanting to say hello to the guy.]

Hey.

[He was going to say something smart and witty and cheeky except no. Orange drops his cigarette to put both hands on Raymond's face and bring him in for an open-mouthed kiss.]

[saidrepent]

[Oh, hell.

At least he's marginally more prepared for this than he was with McCoy, so he responds with perhaps more aggression than is necessarily warranted, gripping Orange by the shoulders and pushing into it with a slight growl. He's not going to let himself be one-upped this time.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Wow okay Raymond. So they're going to get hands-on are they? Raymond, meet Wall. Orange is turning them towards it to pin Raymond under him. There might be a knee brushing against his inner thigh if Orange succeeds. He has to admit, Raymond's good looking in person.]

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[classywigger.livejournal.com]

[He's out too, and ends up running right into Orange when he turns the corner. Right under a bit of mistletoe.]

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[orangetoughguy]

[NOT YOU RUMMY NOT YOU--OOF.]

Watch where you're goin', asshole.

[This is Orange pushing Rummy against the wall. Then Orange leaning up on him for a kiss.]

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[classywigger.livejournal.com]

Watch where you-

[He cuts himself off as he's pinned. He tries to lean his face out of the way, but winds up unable to fight the curse. Doesn't mean he won't make a gagging noise into the other man's mouth.]

[duplicities]

[ natasha's making it her business to avoid mistletoe. and people. all she wants to do is make it home without face-planting into someone else. really, is that so much to ask?

but of course here comes mr. orange, who she does know and should greet. damn it. ]

Mr. Orange.

[ the curtest of hellos. and she's looking at him, not at her surroundings, so heh that conveniently placed mistletoe goes unnoticed. ]

[orangetoughguy]

Hey. [Yes that's how Orange greets the ladies although in his defense Natasha's kind of a co-worker. Kind of. Anyway...he looks like he's got something to say.] Wait.

[Hand out to catch her by the arm. And reel her in for a kiss. Back in the 7th grade he had friends who would kill to kiss the Black Widow.]

[duplicities]

[ damn it.

there's really not a lot for her to do in this situation beyond wrap her arms around his neck and just kiss him back, slow and thorough. and curse this mistletoe to hell and back. ]

[badhairlifetime.livejournal.com]

[Off-work for some people.

Guess who's patrolling the streets, though. You only get three guesses, except the first two don't count.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh no it's you. He kind of wants to hide his face as they near crossing paths but that would be too obvious, so Orange shifts his focus to some guy selling hot dogs. Yep. Real interesting.]

[badhairlifetime.livejournal.com]

[Even if she wasn't a werewolf, she could smell how obvious you were right now, Orange. She's just going to continue patrolling, while trying not to laugh at you.]