bad rap

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bad rap

The things we become known for aren’t always what we’d like to be known for. Reputations are hard to run from. Sometimes they’re not even deserved. So here’s your chance to set the record straight. Clear up some misplaced assumptions, debunk any rumours about yourself and defy your stereotypes.

how to play:

Top level with something(s) your character is tired of people assuming about them, blaming them for, or pigeonholing them about, etc. Say it in person or over text.

Comment on any surprising, or not so surprising declarations.

Comments

[conner_el]

[He pauses, regarding her for a second like he's thinking it over ...]

Fuck it.

[But they both know he's gonna do it, so he doesn't keep up the front for long. He turns around and squats down a little so she can hop on.

[Everyone's looking at them already and they're leaving anyway ... why the hell not.]

[snowballqueen]

Hell yeah! [Jess’s giggling reaches new heights as she attempts to leap onto his back, doesn’t quite make it, then tries again. She’s determined to latch on the second time, and kind of crawls her way up to where she needs to be until eventually she’s seated comfortably with her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.] Onward, steed!

[conner_el]

[He squats down just a little lower for the second attempt and quickly hooks his arms under her legs as he feels her struggling for purchase.

[Once she's set, off they go. He moves like she weighs absolutely nothing and - as guessed - literally everyone's looking at them as they pass. Some look like they think the pair of them are absolute lames, some are laughing, some whisper back and forth ... Kon doesn't really care. Couple seconds later, they're out the door and in the cold night air.]

[snowballqueen]

[Where just minutes earlier Jess had been screaming in light of a besmirched reputation, now she doesn’t seem to have a care in the world regarding what anyone at the party might think - in fact, she doesn’t even really notice them talking as Conner and her exit the party and make their way outside. She clings to him a little tighter when she feels how cold it is outside. Maybe she hadn’t dressed warmly enough for this evening after all.]

Jesus, it’s cold! Go faster, steed. [She’s still giggling, this time into his ear. Eventually her head comes to rest on his shoulder while she continues to laugh lightly as they make their way along. That definitely won’t drive him absolutely crazy.]

[conner_el]

[Nope. Noooooope. Not at all. Definitely no thoughts about the fact she's got her legs around his waist. Like, seriously, why would you even think that entered his mind.

[help.]

Alright, alright, I gotcha.

[And he does pick up the pace a little. Not much because, like, gotta keep up appearances at least a little, and also there's a fair bit of ice on the sidewalk.

[After a few seconds of walking:]

Hey, if it's too cold for the whole hike home, my place is like three blocks away. You're totally welcome to crash there, chill til you feel like ordering an uber, whatever.

[snowballqueen]

Pfft. Don’t make it sound so weird, you dork. Like I haven’t spent the night there like ten trillion times.

[She ruffles at his hair a little, nuzzles a little closer. The alcohol is probably keeping her warmer than anything right now, but Conner is plenty warm himself - sue her for getting a little close!]

Let’s gooooo! We can watch Netflix while I eat all your Pop-tarts.

[conner_el]

Netflix and chill, huh?

[... it's clearly a joke, but he regrets it almost as soon as he says it because she just said not to make it sound weird.]

[snowballqueen]

Pfft. Yeah, okay. [She snorts as if to say, well...as if. She doesn’t mean to be dismissive or anything! She and Conner have just been friends for so long that she assumes he’s joking! Which means she can joke too, right?

[She leans in again toward his ear, playfully purring:] I am single now, you know.

[It’s 100% a joke (except for the single part - he knows well enough about her rather recent break-up), and surely he’ll know that...right?]

[conner_el]

[Oh, he knows, but, well ... hard for his brain not to run away with the possibilities -- at least a little.

[He does his best to no-sell it, though, and tries to play if off by glancing over his shoulder and flashing her a grin.]

Don't threaten me with a good time, dude.

[snowballqueen]

What? You don’t like me now or something?

[Don’t mind while she tickles your sides a little. She stops quickly though - she’s gonna fall right off your back doing that (and in fact almost does).]

Whoopsie!

[conner_el]

I didn't --

["I didn't say that" was how that was supposed to go, but the tickling and Jess nearly losing her grip cuts that short. He quickly adjusts his hold on her, hiking the arms around her legs a little further up her thigh and laughing when he's got a hold on her.]

You okay back there?

[snowballqueen]

[A string of bright, almost bell-like laughter erupts from Jessica as she clings more tightly to Conner.]

I’m going wild back here, okay? I can’t be tamed, Conner!

[This is why they’re best friends. Jessica never has more fun than she does with this guy right here. She thinks about that as she relaxes against him, sighs.]

You are so warm, dude.

[conner_el]

[He chuckles at that, humming contentedly as she settles against his back.]

Now just imagine that with a couch and a blanket.

[snowballqueen]

Oh my God.

[She gasps, sounding like she (or he) just had an epiphany. In her drunken state, NOTHING sounds better than snuggling under a blanket right now. And besides, it’s not like she has a boyfriend to get jealous right now (she thinks a bit bitterly).]

Conner, we have to.

[conner_el]

Curl up on my couch?

[He glances over his shoulder as they round a corner. His apartment is only a block away at this point.]

I thought that was the plan.

[snowballqueen]

Yeah, but like together!

[Was that the plan?]

Warmth, Conner! Warmth!

[conner_el]

Okay, what were you picturing besides us doing that together?

[Because that seemed like the implication to him. It's not like they hadn't done it before, single or otherwise.]

[snowballqueen]

I don’t know! Listen! I’m drunk! Just do what I say!

[conner_el]

Dude, you are literally riding me back to my place right now. I'm listening.

[Speaking of which ... here they are. Excuse him while he wriggles his arm free to get the door.]

[snowballqueen]

[She clings tighter, almost as if to make it more difficult to open the door, snickering all the while.]

[conner_el]

[Oh, he notices judging from that little smirk he flashes her over his shoulder, but, nonetheless, he manages to get the door open. They're not the fanciest digs. Couch, TV, small kitchen, bed room off through a door on the far wall ... but it's home, it's comfy, and the insulation's good. When he closes the door behind them, it's noticeably warmer already.]

If you want me to get you something to eat or drink, you're gonna have to climb dow.

[snowballqueen]

That’s quitter talk, Conner.

[conner_el]

[He rolls his eyes ... but fine. Challenge accepted.]

Alright. Whatcha feeling?

[snowballqueen]

Mmmmmmmmmacaroni.

[Now she’s just being difficult on purpose.]

[conner_el]

[He can tell. Just throws another glance over his shoulder in a wordless, 'really?' accompanied by a playful grin]