gazing at you with scorpion eyes

[samson]

Who: Brock, Molotov, and guests! And maybe party crashers? Trick-or-treaters?
What: Halloween party for grown-ups!
When: Halloween, 10pm until question mark
Where: Brock's dumb cabin
Rating: PG/PG-13. Probably going to be drunk people, maybe some swearing.

Maybe you received an invitation earlier in the week via ghost, or maybe you've heard that there was a party by word of mouth. Or maybe you're just looking for candy.

Either way, there are a lot of lights on at the usually quiet cabin in the woods. Located just southwest of the castle off the main road to town, it's not a large structure. Essentially one giant room, the cabin is a single story building made of wood, though one side appears to be made of brick and now has a functioning fireplace. Smoke is coming from the chimney.

Today there are also what appear to be papier-mâché pillars in front, on either side of the door. You can probably knock them over if you're not careful.

[ Trick-or-treaters | Party | Snacks | Outside ]

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[samson]

[A LONG, ANGRY PAUSE.





Then he shoves it at her again.] Eat the hot dog.

[molotov]

[She takes it

and



throws it across the room.]

[samson]

[OH YEAH, REAL MATURE, MOLOTOV

He mutters to her in Russian that he is going to slap the shit out of her later, once everyone is gone. What a rude lady.]

[molotov]

[SHE ROLLS HER EYE and then puts her cigarette out on his chest piece.] Da, fine, whatever.

[samson]

[Growling, he grabs her wrist and yanks her toward him a little.]

Maybe if you're nice, I'll let you do it back to me.

[molotov]

Maybe I don't want to be nice.

[samson]

[He smirks a little, leaning closer and dropping his voice.]

Do you want to be mean?

[molotov]

Stop pushing your luck.

[And she gives a haughty little sniff!]

[samson]

[He laughs, giving her a quick little kiss on the mouth and releasing her hand.]

I'm not pushing anything. I'm just asking.

[It could be he's just happy things are back to normal between them, so he's a little more aggressive than usual.]

[molotov]

You are pushing. Do not push a queen, buddy.

[samson]

Or what? I command the armies of Rome, lady.

[molotov]

I command the whole of Egypt... and I am the mother of your children.

[samson]

I'm not going to sic Rome on them. Just you, babycat. [Stroking her cheek :') ]

[molotov]

I will sic Egypt on you, though.

[samson]

Hey, we have company. Don't talk that way in front of the guests.

[molotov]

I will talk however I want.

[samson]

Then I'm putting snakes in your bed tonight, Highness.

[molotov]

I hope they are bigger than the one I usually sleep with.

[samson]

[He laughs, sliding his hands down to clutch at her hips, tilting his own toward her a little bit.]

You never complained before.

[molotov]

I try to be polite.

[samson]

[he gives her ass a little pinch :') ]

You fail most of the time.

[molotov]

You like it.

[samson]

I like seeing you fuck up from time to time, yeah.

[molotov]

The rarity of it must be painful for you, then.

[samson]

You'd think so, but nah.