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All of it, this whole thing, is fucking mental. If she didn't know for a fact that there wasn't any acid or anything in her system, she'd swear it was one big trip, the aftermath of another overdose, but everyone she speaks to swears it's real and, well...you've got to start trusting some time, haven't you? 'Suspicious bastard' just isn't in Vod's nature - she'll leave that to Howard. Someone, some girl, took her to the clothes box, so she's managed to swap out the clothes she's been wearing for two days (clean knickers, thank God) and feels a bit more like herself, in skinny black jeans and torn cotton. She's even managed to find a passable pair of boots. It's something, at least.

Vod's always sort of thought of clothes like armour.

The sign over the door says that this place is called 'The Winchester', and it looks...a lot like a lot of pubs Vod's spend time in. It's definitely a start.
Now she just needs to get shit-faced.

And laid. Strapping one on? Would definitely be welcome.

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He's aware of her eyes on him and he does not mind in the slightest. Dakin has always loved being looked at and admired and this is no exception. He comes back to her with a grin on his face and a condom in his hand, cocky as he was at the beginning. She looks incredible like that and he leans in for another rough kiss.

That arrogance is back, Vod can tell, and, man, she fucking loves it. She goes into the kiss hard, hungry and deep, and then she plucks the condom out of his hand.

"Go on then," she says, pushing herself up to a sitting position. "Over you go. On your back."

Edited 2014-01-18 14:25 (UTC)

He's always liked girls that take some control (but not all of it) and this is no exception. He's still grinning as the kiss breaks and he goes back on the bed, half-leaning, half-sitting.

Vod perfected this trick years ago, and she's smirking when she leans over him and rolls the condom down over his cock with her mouth.