fartbunnies | A fun night out

[Sakamoto finally finds a moment of peace after what seems to be years of sifting through paperwork, even if he had only spent three hours on that mess. Sitting still was a quite the issue for him, his feet idled and ached if he stayed in one position for too long, which was probably why he was constantly fidgeting whenever performing a mundane task such as that.

He wades past servers moving around on what appear to be tentacles, seating himself at one of the many bars around the universe. This is a rest stop for space ships, and the Kaientai has paused momentarily in this little rinky-dink corner of the galaxy to restock on supplies and let the workers stretch their legs.

Excited to find sake in a place this far from Earth, Sakamoto happily downs his drink, unaware of the fact that someone may be approaching him.]

[ While She-Hulk is no stranger to the unusual, as there are more than enough oddities to quench one's thirst for the sort on her home world, she has to admit... this bar is pretty odd. At least she doesn't have tentacles, she thinks, but... on the other hand... the things she could do with those...!

Taking a seat at the bar, she decides that, while she's stuck here, she might as well indulge in her second favorite pastime: drinking. It's only a coincidence that she takes a seat next to Sakamoto. ]

Hmm...

[ She takes a swig of her drink and looks sidelong at the man next to her, looking him up and down. He's definitely cute, and it doesn't take a inebriated Shulkie to hit on a man. ]

Didn't think it was possible for me to feel jealous of another woman. What I could do with arms like those, though...!

[ She points at the waitress, slithering tentacle arms and all. ]

Are you calling me a woman?

[Because.

He looks down at his chest. Well, his pectorals are kind of... Round-looking.]

Your boobs aren't nearly big enough, you couldn't pass as a woman even if you tried!

[ She answers matter-of-factly, and gestures again at the tentacle-waitress. ]

Come on. Don't guys have tentacles fetishes? I've seen a lot of anime and I'm a lawyer. I know what I'm talking about.

I do have experience with tentacles, although they were wrapped around my ribcage as I was being dragged under the sand. Feeling myself lose consciousness wasn't much of a turn-on, as you can imagine. I saw the light at the end of the tunnel but luckily I came scrambling back. I can't look at that kind of fodder without wanting to gag or cower in fear, anymore.

[He winces a little.]

Please don't point. That's rude.

[ Actually, she's relieved by his answer, as horrible as it may be. ]

Okay, good. So you're definitely not into that kind of thing.

[ She rubs her chin. ]

Sorry if I drudged up bad memories. Men where I come from have strange fetishes.

Men from all walks of life have strange fetishes.

[Nodding solemnly, perhaps he has one of the strangest fetishes of all, especially for a man. Although it isn't a fetish exactly, he's most fond of intimacy, sweetness.

Vanilla sex, despite his masochistic tendencies. He'd never ask for that kind of thing in a brothel, usually it comes with much more attachment than that, especially because any evening spent with a woman of the night was inconsequential. He was one of a million to them, not one in a million.]

Every country, every planet. Believe me! I know.

[A beat.]

Did you say you were a lawyer? Because I could really use one of those...

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[ She-Hulk laughs. ] I don't want to know how you know...

[ Taking an impressive swig of her drink, she gives a knowing look over the rim of her glass. Perhaps, while she's waiting for some kind of rescue out in the middle of bum fuck nowhere, it wouldn't hurt to have some fun. This guy's kind cute, after all.

She'll ignore his question for now. Wasn't it a roommate of hers back in college who once told her she worked too much? ]

Or do I?

[ Eyebrow waggle. ]

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[Did she waggle her eyebrows at him first?]

Can you smell money from far away?

[That's got to be the only reason. This man practically cockblocks himself.]

[ That's a strange question. Is it because she's green? It has to be because she's green. ]

Do I look like that kind of woman to you?

[ Because honestly, she has more money than she knows what to do with! ]

[No, it's just because women usually sleep with him seeking some kind of payment.]

Oh, no! You look lovely.

[And he sheepishly runs a hand through his hair, unsure if the heat he can feel in his cheeks is from the alcohol or something else.]

Guilty as charged.

[ "Get it? Get it? It's a court reference," she thinks. Ah, she knows only the muns can read what goes on between the brackets, much less her mind, but they're likely the only ones who will even be able to tolerate her lameness. ]

You don't look so bad yourself. What brings you to a seedy lil' place like this? I'm She-Hulk, by the way.

A fun night out

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