<div class="floatleft">(https://bellomag.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/cody10.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Brion Markov||Geoforce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029427#msg15029427)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As picture<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Thursday, August 20<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Very late evening, about 11:30PM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Helena’s single bedroom apartment in NYC<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Conversation/Humour<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Huntress<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Brion really wasn't the type of man to just start going through a lady's things but Helena was making it hard to think. He was used to her swearing, although he did feel she had become rather creative lately and started mixing things up a lot. It's good to know that she's grown in all the things she enjoyed doing. While it was being directed at him though, it was giving him fuel to keep going on with getting her stuff so she'd have something to wear when she got there.<br/><br/>There was no point in matching her swear for swear, she was like a gifted professional. He may have been holding her a little more snugly than he should have. He tried to tell himself it was because she was a gymnast and an acrobat and could easily just get out of his hold if she wanted. The more honest side of his brain wasn't dealing with that lie. Wonderful I smell like citrus beer.<br/><br/>He did feel her razor claws go into his back. They didn't penetrate but were hard to miss. "<strong>Could you not stab me in the back?..if you..</strong>" Forget about it she wasn't listening and sometimes a good spanking was called for. "<strong>I didn't hit you. It was a spanking and I warned you.</strong>" It was a satisfying sound though and he wasn't going to apologize for doing it. He let her rant making sure she had enough things. Boots, she needed some kind of footwear. Grabbing the first pair of boots he saw he headed out to the jeep.<br/><br/>After depositing her in the front seat and plopping her boots on her lap he kept an eye on her as he made his way to the driver's side. “Man, you got me out here looking like the most basic of white girls.....” He gets in and looks at her. "<strong>How do you figure? There is nothing basic about you. I can press 200 tons and missiles bounce off of me and I'm just holding my own with you. You are white, but you have olive skin.</strong>"<br/><br/>He snorts when she asks about the snacks. "<strong>We're going to Rhode Island, its a three hour drive. And yes, I have all your favourite snacks and drinks. No more beer bottles over the head please. Not while I'm driving anyways.</strong>" He'd paid attention to her over the years. He had two boxes of everything she liked.<br/><br/>"<strong>Tell you what, you can even choose what we listen to on the radio.</strong>" he offers.