Lets go Qin you can do it Qin no pressure Qin The sloths are coming Qin. Oh, I am? Fuck yea mate! Lol, so you have processed my application
I have part of it from Qin! I just want to expand on it before posting because it's only a few paragraphs long.
Story Time! Part 6 John is a quiet man; a gentle giant, some might say. He towers over his family, though that is not saying much, considering how short they all really are, but he is also a little taller than Nick. He examines him thoroughly, being that he is the big brother of a young girl. "So Nick...you're a friend of Camila's?" He asks, finally, as they sit down to eat, chairs having been dragged over to accommodate the extra people. "Yeah. Just a friend." He replies. Genie pinches him helpfully in the side. He glares at her, but she has turned her head to talk to Mr. Raudales. In retaliation, he kicks her leg gently, not enough to disturb Camila, who observes him through the corner of her eye to make sure the two of them do not burn down her house with her mother's homemade something's, which are quite delicious, but utterly unpronounceable. Genie narrows her eyes. As Mr. Raudales turns his attention to John, she very subtly flicks his leg. The only problem is, Anthony can see them. He sees her arm near Nick's leg, and then him flinch. Then he proceeds to stare at her evilly. She continues to flick and pinch him until the skin on his leg is red. But Anthony only sees her arm moving. Do they...do they have a thing? He wonders, as he forks beans and rice into his mouth. His sister watches Anthony like a hawk as well. She is the ever present matron, always the hardest on him, always making him strive for the best possible thing, always trying to combat the teachings of her parents. He half listens to the conversations floating around the table, vaguely aware of his mother casually dissecting Nick's life, but not able to fully understand it. Had he been paying more attention, he would've seen the holes in the man's stories. The slip-ups, the abnormalities, that he usually catches. But instead, he listens to his dad and his brother, not saying much because Genie is here and she makes him skittish. Camila's father is an ever hardworking man, close to retirement, but never quite there. He enjoys his beer or two on Saturday/Sunday dinners. There is always a mild consumption of alcohol on the weekends, and today is no exception. John partakes in the festivities. But after not having been drunk in a long, long time, it doesn't take very long for him to get the slightest bit tipsy. And then, he gets Nick involved. "How old are you, Nick?" "Uh...twenty-one, why?" "Do you drink?" He inquires, glasses drooping ever so slightly on his thin nose, "Uh..." He looks at Camila, who has pulled her chair over to Genie and her mother, and talking pleasantly to them. He curses mentally, "Not really." "Would you like a drink?" Mr. Raudales interjects. "Um..." He's not positive on how he should go about this situation, "Ah...no thanks." "Oh come on, just a bit to loosen up? I'm sure you're a hardworking man, one couldn't hurt." John persists, and Nick looks down at his fingers. This is a really bad idea. A really, really bad idea. "Okay." * * * * * Genie looked over at Nick to see him holding his bottle of beer out to her, "Does this taste weird to you?" "Nick, you understand that I'm a minor, right?" "I mean, one little sip couldn't hurt, I know you've had before." He shook the bottle. Nick and Genie occupied the exaggerated leather couch, which is worn and comfortable, while Camila planted herself on a recliner to the right of them. She opened her mouth to protest, however her mother's voice cut her off requesting aid in the kitchen with something. "Be good," commanded Camila, pointing her finger at the two of them. Being the helpful child she was, she walked into the kitchen with a worried look on her face. They're only a room over. Nothing bad could happen anyways, right? She tries to complete her task quickly. Mr. Raudales and his boys were outside, doing whatever it is men do outside after dinner in the spring. Nick was quite drunk, as he was a lightweight. A pathetic two beers had reduced him to the logical thought of a seven year old. "But that's different. Those are parties, this is a family dinner. People don't get drunk at a normal Saturday dinner, Nick." "Just try it." He shoved it in her face. "Fine." She sighed, and sniffs it. Then she takes a baby sip, "It tastes fine to me." She attempted to hand it back to him, however he just smiled triumphantly. "You're the last one to touch it so you have to drink it!" Nick stated, failing to see any holes in his plan to hand off the beer. The taste had never appealed to him. "Nicky, are you trying to get me DRUNK?" She half shrieked, but Camila didn't hear over the noise of the TV. "Are you hoping that you'll get me so drunk I won't be able to tell the difference between your pathetic excuse of a manhood and a pencil? Because I already can't." "Tha-" She cut Nick off, continuing one of her rants that he knew all too well. She was toying with him now; she may have been petite, but having been quite the party person beforehand, she knew her limits. And this partially full beer was not her limit. "Do you think you're going to get me so drunk I'd actually let you get, no that would never happen. Let you SEE this booty?" Genie stood up and faced away from Nick, shaking her rear end. "Because that will never happen ever, not even in your dreams. And if you dare dream it, I will come into your dreams, chain you to your bed, and make you feel the wrath of 1,000 transvestite hookers while you descend into the fiery depths of hell to be forever stuffed by Satan's demon cock." She sat back down and let out unrestrained, raucous laughter which could be heard everywhere in the house. Teasing him was just too much fun for her, as it has been for years now. "Well fine! You're just overcompensating for the fact that you can't get a certain asinine Asian!" Nick stood up and walked toward the front door, clearly offended. He teetered a little to either side with every step. Genie, on the other hand, was in shock. She knew exactly who Nick was talking about; in fact she'd declared the name and anything about him unspeakable. It was a sensitive subject, one he'd obviously found out about through Camila. Just as she was ready to get up and slap his head into orbit, he opened the door. "And who exactly are you?" A voice all too familiar found it's way into Genie's ears. ~~~~~~~~ A RoyQin© Story. As its been awhile since an update, I won't be walling people. I'm not all too sure who is still interested in this story, so if you want a wall reminder from here on out, say so. Also... New Character Alert A romantic interest from the past? Maybe
so i, a kawaii desu anime schoolgirl just jerked off a drunk flaming flamingo under the dining table will i see roy in laced underpants in the next update or will i be greatly disappointed
Good news! Qin and I are exploring a new method of writing that will allow us to access each other's work with ease. Hopefully this will lead to quicker and more refined updates.