OKCUDDLE.

[leaguer]

SARA LANCE
29, The Waverider

i never really have much to say in these things. less talk, more action — insert other clichés here, et cetera. go ahead. try me. we'll see what happens.

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[leaguer]

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What kind of figure you looking for?
A percentage of my day?
A weekly hourly total?

[atms]

I was thinking a more abstract estimate, but sure. Let's go for weekly hourly total.

[leaguer]

Probably around 112 hours, give or take
Gotta take a good night's sleep into consideration every now and again.
You and I both know I don't like to sit still for too long

[atms]

Think you forgot to factor in time to eat.
Unless you're planning on getting less than eight hours of sleep a night.

[leaguer]

Shit, you're right.
94 and a half hours, then — two meals a day and an afternoon snack included.
That sound better to you?

[atms]

I look forward to seeing your face in the Guinness Book of World Records.

[leaguer]

Now if only I could find someone who could keep up...

[atms]

Honestly, I think your best bet's gonna be a good vibrator.

[leaguer]

Insert dramatic sigh here
You're probably right
I hear there's a good sex shop downtown.

Think it still counts as physical intimacy if it's with myself?
Or would it count as an act of goodwill?

[atms]

Could get one with a remote and give the remote to someone else. That'd probably count as physical intimacy.

[leaguer]

Mmmhm
Sounds about right.

You down for a field trip, Leonard?

( if he's gonna suggest things — things that send a delightful roll of heat right through her — he may as well be useful. )

[atms]

[ there's a slight pause between responses as he thinks that over. ]

Just say when.

[leaguer]

( there is, meanwhile, no hesitation in sara's response: )

When.

( she thinks she's really funny. )

[atms]

Haha.
Meet you there or outside the dorms?

[leaguer]

There. I'm already out and about
Place is called Good Vibrations (yeah, I know) and looks more designer boutique than raunchy sex shop
Keep your eyes peeled for the blonde waiting very patiently outside and you'll find it in no time

[atms]

See you soon.

[ and, sure enough, he's there not long after he sends that message, hands tucked into jeans pockets and a small smile on his face. ]

I'd ask what a girl like you is doing in a place like this, but you weren't kidding about it looking fancy.

[leaguer]

Yeah, it's a hell of a front. ( storefront, that is. her lips quirk into a smile to match leonard's, her arms folded across her chest dropping to her sides as she tilts her head to survey the place one more time. ) Pretty impressive.

( but there's no time to waste, apparently and sara pushes the door open, standing against it to hold it open for him, ever the gentlewoman. ) After you.

[atms]

And they say chivalry's dead.

[ it's habit to case a place when he walks in, and this shop is no different. but it is pretty striking just how classy they've made this toy store. ]

Well, Sara. [ leonard tosses her a smirk over his shoulder. ] We are here for you. Pick a place to start, and I'll follow along.

[leaguer]

Alright, but if you see something you like, you'd better speak up, ( she says as she throws a look his way, falling into step with him, no real indication of if she's talking about toys for her or toys for him.

the shop is, maybe, even a little more fancy inside than she'd anticipated, and her attention feels like it's being pulled in about fifteen different directions. sara's current solution? go for something shiny.

like the circular display of vibes in varying shapes, sizes, and colors, but with one grand, elevated centerpiece: a gilded vibrator, complete with an elegant wooden box to go with it. it's excessive as hell, and yet sara can't help but stare at it for a moment, eyebrows lifted. )

24 karat plated gold. Temperature conducive. Fifteen grand. I'm impressed.

[atms]

Talk about a rip-off. [ leonard's nose wrinkles as he looks at the rather expensive piece. ] 24 karat gold's soft and unless you're real delicate with it, it's gonna show signs of wear and tear pretty easy. Depending on how they're plating it, the gold'll eventually wear off too. A year or less if they're not getting fancy with it. Maybe a handful if they are, and that's if you don't get a whole lot of sweat or other fluids on it.

[ it's about this point that he realizes he's gone into thief appraisal mode and pauses, glancing sideways at sara to gauge her reaction. this... probably wasn't what she was expecting when she invited him on this excursion. ]

[leaguer]

( said reaction is more surprised than judgmental, head turning to the side to look at him, really enjoys how unabashedly offended he seems by this apparent gimmick of a sex toy. it practically brings a smile to her face, just hearing leonard devolve back into pure thief mode, analytic and knowledgable in ways that she can't even begin to comprehend. )

Well. Seems like I brought the right person along for the ride. ( sara's fingertips run along it's gilded surface anyways, giving it a little tap with a fingernail before letting her hand drop to her side. ) Way to talk me off the ledge. I was almost swayed by the obnoxious faux-luxury of it all.

( well, not completely, considering her supply of cuddlebucks right now remains fairly low. still. what a thought. )

We came here for something a little more interactive, anyways.

[atms]

[ and that right there is one of the reasons he likes sara so much--her ability to roll with what's thrown at her and snark right back at him. ]

What can I say? I have good taste. [ he gives her a lingering look, the kind that makes it clear that she is very much to his taste. despite his terrible intimacy issues. ]

Something with a remote. [ he walks slowly around the circular table, eyeing the vibrators on display. a few of them pique his interest, but he stops in front of a little hot pink thing, lips curling up in a cat that got the canary sort of smile. ] Looks like this one's app-controlled. Designed to hit your clit and your g-spot, and [ laughter colors his voice for a moment ] you can sync it with music. Nifty.

[leaguer]

( hm. that's a remark that sara certainly basks in a little more than she probably should.

but luckily, there are, thankfully, more important matters to divert her attention to, hand grazing along the edge of the rounded table as she follows him, slow step after slow step. her gaze drifts over the pink vibe in question, a breath of laughter as she reads out, ) "Certified CuddlePhone Compatible" — thank god.

( she picks it up, grazes a thumb over one of its rounded bulbs, tips her head as she considers it. with a gentle bump of her shoulder against him, she asks the question on everyone's minds: ) You got good taste in music, Leonard?

[atms]

[ the smile on his face spreads into something close to a grin. ] I have excellent taste in music. [ he gives her a gentle shoulder bump in return. ] But I'm more interested in seeing if I can make a pretty bird sing.

[ they're a terrible pair and they absolutely deserve each other. ]

[leaguer]

( oh, this bastard and his way with words — the way each syllable drags, constants rolling off of his tongue. there's a shaky huff of laughter, and sara sets the display model back down in front of them.

head turned towards him, meeting his gaze with a smile that's almost a little too placid, she responds: ) Bet you can make a pretty bird do a lot of things if you know how to push the right buttons.

( the buttons on the app, obviously.

they're awful. )