forum I Am Very Bored and Mentally Broken. Let’s RP! (Open O/O)

Started November 10, 2018 by Deleted user

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Apollo grinned at Sam’s excitement. “Alright, alright.” He plopped back into the car.

Samaeal slid across the hood of the car, still trying to contain his excitement. The little voice within him constantly trying to bring him down was forgotten.
He stuck his keys in the ignition, and turned. Then started to drive.
"So… Tell me about Apollo…" He inquired.

Apollo giggled and covered his face. “Well, what do you want to know, Sam?”

"Erm… Whatever you'd like to tell." Sam said, playing at Apollo's game.

“Well, I need prompts!” Apollo giggled wildly again.

"What's your background like… What is your future dream… Likes and dislikes?" Sam listed off, gazing at him. He had the deepest eyes.

Apollo met his gaze. “Likes and dislikes…? Hmmm… I like cats.” He grinned a goofy grin.

Sam smiled his cheeky devilish smilrle.
"And what else?" He asked, pulling into the parking lot.

Apollo shrugged shyly, giggling. “I like… music. Music is very nice.”

"What kind?" Samaeal said, as he parked the car.

“I like Rock. And Alternative.” Apollo grinned at Sam. “What about you?”

"Lofi and Alternative." Samaeal said, taking the keys out of the ignition, and getting out.

Apollo unbuckled his seatbelt and got out, looking across the car at Sam. “Really? You seem like a Blue’s type of guy to me.”

"What gives you that impression?" Sam said, walking through the door, to the greeter.

“Just how you act and how your voice sounds and rumbles. I think you’d enjoy a good saxophone solo. I play the saxophone.”

"Don't judge me, but I'm good at videogames, and that's it…" Samaeal said.
Of course he's hoing to judge you, you twat. His inner-voice came out, again. He sighed, exasperated. He slid money over to the greeter, and she started to escort them.

Apollo blinked. “I wasn’t judging you. I was just making logical conclusions based off of what you look like.”

"I mean about the videogames." He said, almost losing his composure.

“Oh! Of course I’m not going to judge you! Video games are very fun.” Apollo grinned. “I have the old NES system at home”

"I've got new and old systems." Sam said, as they reached the booth. He sat down, checking the menu. "I suppose I'm not only good at videogames, as you could tell by my house I'm good at cleaning. And I'm a fair cook." He explained.
"Would you two like drinks?" The waitress asked.

Apollo nodded. Sam’s house had been rather impressively clean. He jumped a little when the waiteress talked and he grinned.
“I’ll have a soda with a dash of rum.”

"Do you guys serve a martini, neat?" He asked.
"Coming right up!" The waitress beamed, leaving.

Apollo strung his fingers together and smiled a little. “Sorry. I don’t drink a lot, but when I get the chance, I’ll drink a shit-ton. You might be stuck with my drunk ass for the night.”

Apollo strung his fingers together and smiled a little. “Sorry. I don’t drink a lot, but when I get the chance, I’ll drink a shit-ton. You might be stuck with my drunk ass for the night.”

"Don't worry darling, I'll keep you safe." Samaeal ran a hand through his hair, his face splitting into a faultless smile as he gazed at Apollo. "I never get more than a bit buzzed. I promise." He explained.

(Ya that was a little unclear. Thanks!)

Apollo nodded. “Right. I’ll pay for all of the drinks.”

"Like Hell you will." Samaeal said. "I tipped the greeter, and I've got the food too." He responded.

Apollo sighed. “Then I’ll pay you back. I don’t want you paying for my drunk ass.”

"Well, I did tip you big for earlier. So actually go ahead." Samaeal recalled. He rested a hand on Apollo's shoulder.