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[MINGLE] Saints & Sinners Masquerade

WHERE: Corn field next to the inn
WHEN: 31 October, all day and night
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn as appropriate in your subject lines
NOTES: Please make sure you have read and understand the event details! If you have questions, drop them here. RECOMMENDED BUT NOT REQUIRED: Put your SCRUBS COLOR in your OTA subject line for folks doing bingo. Time your OTA for the harvest feast, the masquerade, or both. Costume matches and details for folks who did not get matched are here.

This morning, our intrepid villagers awoke to a surprise of the nicer kind: A bundle of clothing left at the foot of their bed, tied with a bow. There is also a note: Put on your new outfit and join the festivities in the corn field next to the inn.

You may be thinking, what corn field next to the inn? The one that sprung up fully-mature overnight, of course.

In the middle of the field, villagers will find an autumn feast: Tables piled with harvest time food and drink, warm and rustic decorations, the day's sunshine fending off any chill in the air.

Tuck in and enjoy, villagers, but take note: Things often look different in the dark, and you might be one of them.

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Bobo startles, kind of liking it though he wonders who it is. That arm though, the weight of Vasquez at his side and he grins. Sliding his arm around the other man's waist, glancing at him as he nudges him with his hip.

"Most costumes in my time are pretty much how slutty can you make things that shouldn't be slutty. Like animals, and food, and body bags. Or innocent fairytale characters that aren't probably as innocent after spending weeks with seven lonely guys in a woodland hut, such as Snow White here."

Vasquez knows his fairy tales, but he's not sure what Snow White has to do with anything that Bobo is wearing right now, seeing as it's all very confusing and very in his face about the outfit. It's definitely slutty though, this part isn't going to be argued.

"Okay, but why are you wearing a slutty woman's costume? Isn't there such a thing as costumes for men that also show off this much skin?" Because he would be very interested in that, too.

"That is a damn good question," he says, smirking, definitely not entirely sober from the wine provided and going with the night rather than being bothered by it. "That show of as much? Not so much." He shrugs, still having that smile. "There are some, but they tend to be less abbreviated than this is. And without the heels.

"I'm what they call comfortable in my masculinity. I'm not bothered by it." He hip checked Vasquez lightly. "What? Don't like how my legs look in them?"

Vasquez needs more time to look at the legs, if he's honest. He doesn't really have an opinion of them yet, but he draws himself away and lets himself study them properly, give himself the time to really form an opinion.

And once he has, he has to nod, because it's not so bad at all. "I mean, I think my legs would look better," he boasts, "but I got a nice costume with lots of layers because I think someone here likes me."

Oh but Bobo arches a brow at that. "Would they now? Well... I mean, if you're going to make statements like that, I think I'm going to have to see you once in the boots and skirt," he says, meaning it, and definitely chuckling.

"It's only fair for you to prove statements like that." He blinks at him, head canting. "Do I not look like I'm liked?"

"Maybe later," Vasquez murmurs, his lips hovering close enough to Bobo's neck to offer his breath, but not so close that they touch, "if you ask nicely enough when we're in a bedroom, I can show you." He doesn't care about the skirts, just the tights underneath and the boots, thinking he'll be more than able to show himself off.

"But first," he prods, easing away to coax Bobo towards the drinks, "you should tell me what I'm supposed to be."

A shiver runs through Bobo, enjoying the way that Vasquez toys with him. It's enough to keep him on edge, make him want it, and if it's all because he likes a bit of a tease and anticipation, then so be it.

"Holding you to that," he murmurs, though he moves with a gentle sway of his hips towards the alcohol. "And you're telling me they never had pirates in stories when you were a kid?"

"I'm from Mexico and we were on a farm. What would the pirates have been doing?" he asks, furrowing his brow in disbelief because Bobo ought to know better of all people, having lived in a similar situation to him. "Looking for directions? Never saw a sailor before in my life."

He says, as he slips his fingers to play with the fishnet stockings, wiggling two fingers in and scraping blunt nails down skin.

"Well, if they were that far lost, they might," he says, but it's obvious he's teasing, trying not to smile as well. "But fine. Pirates are like cowboys of the sea. Outlaws. They board other boats, steal things, steal the hearts of the women, and sail onto the next port."

He chuckles at that. "So pretty fitting for you. Seen a mermaid around? You know what a mermaid is, right?"

Vasquez starts to grin as soon as he hears 'cowboys of the sea', which means that no wonder it all feels so comfortable. He'd been practically born for it. He keeps rubbing his fingers along Bobo's leg, ducking his chin to rest it on his shoulder. "I did see a flash of scales, I didn't know that was meant for me."

"What if a pirate wants to make off with a slutty princess?" he suggests, because he doesn't think that should be so bad of a thing.

Sidling closer, liking the way that touch felt, the promise of it that made him want to encourage Vasquez to rip and tear at them in play and lust.

"Well, we're supposed to have partners, but you know..." He murmurs, moving to mold himself to Vasquez's side, grinding against his hip, playing up the costume. "It's entirely in character because pirates would definitely find pleasure from royalty if they could," he admits, being honest, and yet would have lied about the whole thing if it meant making out with Vasquez.

If there is a mermaid in this party, Vasquez will definitely do his rounds and find him later, but now, he glances around and then sees the corn. His smile growing, he waggles his brows and nods towards it.

"There's an awful lot that could happen in those, no?" he asks, innocently, like he has no idea why he could be suggesting such a thing. "Lots of privacy, and you could take off anything that's bothering you. I have enough layers to help keep you covered."

"Oh isn't that kind of you," Bobo says with a batting of his lashes and a coy smile. He took a step that way with a wiggle. He reached out for Vasquez's hand. "Come on then. I could use the help."

Vasquez walks with long strides to get in front of Bobo and then yanks on that hand to pull him into the corn, yanking at the skirt and pulling on it so he can drag Bobo into a harsh kiss, grinning with all teeth as he gets him in as close as he can.

"Am I your prince, then?" he taunts, because he's never well behaved enough to be anything proper.

Laughing as he's jerked around, unsteady because of the heels but catching himself as he falls into Vasquez. Using that momentum to mold himself to the other man, hands sliding beneath his coat, tugging already at his shirt.

"You can be if you want, but I think you're much too wicked for that," he points out. "Which is exactly how I want you."

Vasquez grabs at Bobo and hauls him off the ground just for a moment before setting him down, dangling out the coat for Bobo just in case he wants to take it and wear it.

"I'd never be a good prince," he agrees with a smug grin. "Maybe the outlaw who comes in and debauchs the princess the night before she's to be married." Even then, that's not really him. He wants to be asked to do those things.

"In this story," Bobo murmurs, leaning in for another kiss, nipping at Vasquez's lower lip playfully as his hands push the coat away, hands sliding to the hem of his shirt to pull it up enough to get his hands on Vasquez's chest. "I think you're the huntsman sent to bring Snow White back. Thing is, this Snow White has brilliant plan to keep him from taking her back to the evil queen," he says in a low, rumble as he rocked to grind himself against Vasquez.

He'd make an excellent Huntsman, he thinks, and smirks with it as he leans in for another kiss, fumbling to shove the eyepatch up, the hat off, and start to get the buttons undone where Bobo is trying to get at skin.

"And what is this plan of hers?" he asks, feigning ignorance as Bobo works to undo him.

As buttons open, Bobo's hands are sliding over bare skin, groaning at the sensation even if perhaps it's a bit cold for them to be removing layers. The stalks around them though help to keep down the chill, at least to Bobo's mind, and he has a lot of plans for ensuring that Vasquez stays warm.

Both hands slide down Vasquez's chest, catching at the waistband of his trousers as Bobo shifts, leaning in to nuzzle at Vasquez's jaw, tongue running just beneath his ear. "Oh she is definitely thinking about how many ways she can screw himself senseless and keep him on her side."

"I think it would just take some very nice lips around his weapon to convince him not to turn her in to anyone," Vasquez opines, not really up to snuff on his fairy tales, but he can try and fake it until he makes it. Grinning, he rips at the tights, enjoying how the fishnets give, and then there's just a good entrance to the thighs.

Perfect.

"What do you think?" he challenges, eyes bright.

"I think that she has the skills to not only sway him to her side but to bring him to his knees," Bobo vows, words rumbling into a groan as he feels that tug and pull and the relief as material tears. He's not on to have been manhandled a lot, not in these ways, and he's finding he likes it as much as he enjoys taking and manhandling Vasquez.

"I also think you damn well better use this mouth well," he murmurs, his mouth against Vasquez for a moment before he shifts, a step back and then moving to slowly sink to his knees. Licking and nipping his way down, his hands catching in the waistband of his trousers for balance, to tug on them as he settles before Vasquez.

Turning his head up, staring up at him as he undoes the trousers, moving to open them without looking away from him.

Vasquez hears a hint as loud and clear as that. Working his way to his knees, he's definitely going to get the pants very dirty on this costume, but he also doesn't know if he cares, not when he's got such a nice view. Rocking back onto his heels, he takes Bobo in hand, first, though not exactly in mouth.

"Is this how you want to avoid evil royalty?" he challenges, as if he's going to walk away. Not when he's here and he's already enjoying himself so much.

"Whatever it takes," he teases in a low and rumbling voice, eyes hooding at the prospect of what's to come. Tongue pressing to the roof of his mouth, his fingers playing against Vasquez's skin, just thinking about so much more to be shared between them. He can't help but enjoy the play between them.

"This is where I remind you whatever it takes, isn't it?"

Vasquez laughs and starts pushing up at the skirt, enjoying this easy access. For now, he just works with his hand, a steady motion as he starts to work him, not wanting to put his mouth on him yet, only because he wants him to anticipate.

"Is whatever my hand? Or my mouth?" It's going to be both, but he's teasing Bobo now, trying to see what he'll say.

"Now you're just being a tease, expecting me to choose," he murmurs, voice rougher then, the cool air and the warmth of Vasquez's body pulling Bobo right to the edge and leaving him wanting more. More of just about everything.

"Besides why is this either or?" Arching a brow with the question, his hands sliding along Vasquez's sides, teasing over his stomach and along his chest. The man is toned, beautifully built and Bobo does loving having his hands on him.

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