>>123949
"So why'd you do it, Ordo? And how, exactly?"

"alternatives"... hehe.. I like the sound of that.

>>123949

You are twisted, Allen.

I like it.

>>123949
well... time to find a secluded room to interrogate this guy...

>>124078
Like the police station.

Brom 2010/02/02(Tue)18:54 No. 124086 ID: f98e0b
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>>124078
>>124080
"Okay, let's take..."
"No," says Celyne, strangely calm. "Do it here, Oren. I um want to hear this."

>>123951
"O...kay. Why did you do this, Ordo? And how?"

"Broke into Allen's room after the party. Sedated him. Went to Mendel's hotel. He was drunk. Took his keys, took his blood. I stole a turbine. Killed Allen. Planted evidence and blood on the crime scene. I- I'm..." He falls silent.

Brom 2010/02/02(Tue)18:54 No. 124088 ID: f98e0b
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“Why, Ordo?” asks Celyne, storming up to him. “What the fuck were you um thinking? And what’s the hole in my arm?”

“You needed an alibi. You always, you, I mean you got into fights with Allen all the time,” says Ordo. “Cel. I did this for you.”

“What?” asks Cel, her voice dangerously low.
“You had all these ideas, and Allen wouldn’t listen, he never listened,” says Ordo. “And. And I cared I care for you, Cel, and I thought if I ran the company we could, you know, I would listen to you and when I saw you and Mendel I knew I had to do it, and Mendel had to be guilty or you’d make a terrible mistake. I just, I mean

Brom 2010/02/02(Tue)18:55 No. 124089 ID: f98e0b
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aaah."

>>124089
You go, girl!

Just let it happen, Oren. Also, pat yourself on the back.

>>124089

Nut him again for good measure.

>>124089
once again

>>124089
"Alright, break it up break it up. Let's get this punk behind bars."

Brom 2010/02/02(Tue)19:35 No. 124132 ID: f98e0b
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>>124097
Celyne looks set to start stomping on Ordo on the ground, so Oren intercedes. "Okay, break it up, we need this punk behind bars," he says.

Celyne considers the shivering man on the ground and turns away. "Right," she says. "Okay. I just um found out my brother was murdered by my other brother who had some sort of creepy fixation on me. I'm going to bed and I'm not doing it alone. I could really use a lay right now. Loper's out, you're seeing someone. Blejwas, you're an asshole. Yes, you are. Don't um look at me like that. Parter," she barks.

"Yeah," says Parter.

"Say you were a coward last week," says Celyne. "At the party. Say you were a pussy."

"I was a pussy," says Parter. "I was a giant yellow sissy,"

"Apologize,"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorrysorrysorry."

"Okay, now um complement me somehow," says Celyne.

"Your, ah. Your tits are astounding, they, I mean-"
"Go higher."
"Your eyes, they're like pools of, pools of..."
"Water?"
"Yeah, water, and they reflect...uh...I..."

"Good enough. Let's get the fuck out of here. Your place has a mini bar, right?"
"Yeah,"
"Then we're going to your place," says Celyne. "Sheriff Loper, whoever is paying you isn't paying you enough. I'm adding to your salary. Come on, Parter. Show me that tattoo you wrote about in How To Succeed."

Celyne drags a not unhappy looking Parter away into the night.

>>124132
Things ended well, it seems. Back to the policework. Arrest the perp, read him his rights, bring him to the joint, fingerprint him, take his confession, etc etc.

>>124132
that turned out well...

Time to cuff him and end this mystery...
Kinda odd he did this over something so trivial...

I still say we interogate him some more before barring him... some place that has painful objects >:3

^

We have a problem.
Considering Blewjas just let the bastard escape, what the hell are we gonna do with Ordo now?

Does this guy still wants to escape?

"Jhonen, what did you do?"

>>124151
Heh. You should watch Law and Order more. People kill for the dumbest reasons.

I don't think he's gonna be able to bribe his way out of a jail cell.

Brom 2010/02/02(Tue)20:11 No. 124200 ID: f98e0b
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>>124167
"What did you do?" asks Oren.
"We talked," says Allen.

"I'll go back to the Authority building," says Blejwas. "Bring around a cart, some reinforcements, get this guy in a cell."
"I'll come viz you," says Allen brightly.
"I don't think that's a good idea," says Blejwas.
"Nonsense," says Allen. "I've alvays vanted to see how zer Authority sausage gets made, if you vill. Can I ride in the Squad Cart?"
"I-fine." says Blejwas, walking off with Allen keeping a watchful eye on him. "Loper, make the arrest."

And so Loper's alone with Ordo.
"Mr. Arbock? Can you hear me?" asks Oren.
"Gnnnk." says Ordo.
"Yes or no, Mr. Arbock."
"Guck. Yus." says Ordo.
"Mr. Arbock, you are under arrest for the murder of Allen Arbock and the attempted murders of Oren Loper and Jhonen Fortword. Be advised at this time that any effort to resist arrest, perjure, or mislead will cause loss of some or all of the proceeding rights granted under the Authority Charter," says Loper. "These include the right to Personal Privacy and Safety, the right to Self or Peer Representation, and the right to Accommodation and Fair Trial preceding court decision. Do you by oath understand."
"Yus."
"Okay. Spirits be charitable on you, Mr. Arbock."

"Ordo, next time you come to like a girl, know this. Killing family is a bad way to get in her good graces. Specially her family."

>>124200
Hmm. Well, we've got a bit of a wait. Just put the handcuffs on him while he's lying there.

Wanna call your girl while you've got time?

You might as well call Squires. Pat this bastard down too to make sure he doesn't have any other tricks up his sleeve.

Silently congratulate yourself on a job well done.

>>124429
Even if it just ended well by pure chance.

Brom 2010/02/03(Wed)12:00 No. 124444 ID: f98e0b
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"Look, Mr. Sode, I reckon I understand, but I can't just go down there and arrest the kids. Well, because you haven't given any sort of charges. They're not loitering if they're browsing your wares. No, I know, I know. But being a teenager ain't a crime last time I looked, Mr. Sode. Okay, hey, I've got another call waiting I need to take. Yes, I'll tell Sheriff Loper next time I see him. Yeah, thanks for saying, Mr. Sode. You have a good night, now."

Click.

"Hearthback Authority Center. Deputy Squires speaking," Oren hears Nessie say. "How can I help you this evening?"

>>124444

How's things, Ness?

>>124444
a very long "wazap" or "hey" should suffice...
and/or sexual innuendo, joking in another voice, or just saying hi.

Brom 2010/02/03(Wed)13:07 No. 124466 ID: f98e0b
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>>124449
>>124450
"Hey, Nessie," says Oren. "How are things?"

"Sheriff! Oren! I mean, hi, hon!" says Nessie. She's the first person to sound happy to hear him in a couple days. "Pretty good. Slow. I just got off the phone with Henry Sodo, the guy with the bookstore. Wanted me to arrest some kids that were down there."
"Doing what?" asks Oren.
"Dunno. Reading I guess," says Nessie. "You know how Sodo is. I love the guy, but he's a war criminal. Anyway, there was a fender bender a little bit ago between Jed Harman and that new guy in town, the one with the lisp. And yesterday I caught Bruce Hallow trying to break into some place."
"Book him?"
"No need. This is Bruce Hallow we're talking about. The guy who once tried to rob a bank and presented photo ID. I just gave him a stern talking to. It's been pretty uneventful without you around, though, Oren. Manning the desk is boring. I've been drawing on myself."
"Eh?"
"Giving myself tattoos. I just made one of a cobracorn."
"What's a cobracorn?"
"It's like a unicorn but instead of a horn it has a snake. How are you? How's the case going? Nab the baddie yet?"

>>124466
explain everything:
from finding out it was the brother;
to finding that the sister just got laid with a rival company CEO.

>>124444
BACON LEGS

Brom 2010/02/03(Wed)13:57 No. 124493 ID: f98e0b
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>>124471
((how dare you! bacon legs or baconleglexia is a v. serious condition which requires sensitivity and is not to be joked about. now you feel so terrible -ed.))

"Yeah, we got him." says Oren.
"Holy shit," says Squires. "I mean, I knew you would, but-good work. Who is it? How'd you get him?"
>>124467
Oren tells her about Ordo, and gives her a general rundown of the events that led up to his arrest.

"See, this is why I'm glad I'm an only child," says Nessie. "Are you coming home soon?"

"I'd imagine," says Oren. "Ritzy life was interesting and I won't deny the city has great taste in champagne, but I miss Hearthback. Miss you, too, Nessie."
"We'll see each other again soon, Oren, don't worry," says Squires. "I've been practicing my 'come hither' glance and sexy walk for you, even."
"How's that working out for you?"
"I look like a constipated hula dancer. We should probably get some sleep, Oren. It's past midnight, you know."

"I could just hop on the skiff and be back by morning," says Oren.
"Sleep, Loper," says Squires. "You've earned it. I waited to be with you since Authority Academy, I can wait another night. Did Leah ever call, by the way?"

"Nope," says Oren.
"She kept badgering me for your contact info so I gave her the number for some phone sex line from the yellow pages," says Squires. "Wonder if she can tell the difference. Night, Oren."
"Night, Nessie."

>>124493
nice...

I like this girl.

As for advice... I'd say sleep... or sneak a camera into Ceylene's room and use the resulting tape as a prank...

But that'd lower your cash flow, wouldn't it...

>>124493
So... yeah. You heard the lady. Sleep.

Remember that Ordo's two thugs still know where you sleep.

Get a different hotel room.

Brom 2010/02/03(Wed)17:27 No. 124682 ID: f98e0b
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Allen gets Oren a room in another hotel. It's not a bad place, not as fancy as the other room, but it's comfy compared to the drafty barracks back home at least.

So why can't Oren sleep?

He's sure he got the right guy. Ordo's sitting in a cell. Allen's happy. Celyne and Mendel didn't come through without bruises but they're probably making each other feel a bit better right now. Oren's going to be quite a bit more well-off now that he finished the job and tomorrow he'll be home, so why can't Oren sleep?

Maybe it's because he never found anything to use against Blejwas. Nothing to prove just how crooked he is. Maybe it's because Blejwas is right. This is his town. And Oren's just a yokel, when all is said and done. Blejwas lost tonight but tomorrow he'll still have all the power, the authority, the position, and a fresh hatred of one country sheriff who sidled into town and bloodied his nose. Oren's glad he's leaving tomorrow. Despite the new friends he's made here he doesn't want to stay in Anchorturn for very long at all.

He's scared.

... nothing is as sweet as the consequences of humiliating in public an Authority figure...

Its over now, mr. Loper. Its not like he'll send an army of thugs tonight to get revenge.

Sleep well, and keep your blade close. We'll keep watch on you, right mr. Undertaker?

>>124682
when you can't sleep, that's generally a bad thing when we're around.

Get a gun... or something deadly that can be concealed and get outta there...

Find Allen first, look for a way out.

>>124682

The orb.

The red orb you picked up.

Brom 2010/02/04(Thu)16:48 No. 125393 ID: f98e0b
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"Deb, let me the fuck in! I want to talk about this! Come the fuck on!"

Brom 2010/02/04(Thu)16:50 No. 125395 ID: f98e0b
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"I will turn the front door into fucking kindling, bitch! Open up!"

Erza Hayes has an unfaithful girlfriend and a problem. The problem is that he has just made two mistakes. Mistake number one is that he has forgotten that while cheating on your boozehound boyfriend is technically legal, threatening your girlfriend with an axe is not.

Brom 2010/02/04(Thu)16:52 No. 125397 ID: f98e0b
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The second is that he is attempting to commit a crime in the precinct of Nessie Motherfucking Squires, deputy and badass.

Now how to go about this.

>>125397

Easy.

Bash his skull in. Just do it in both a hard boiled manner, and in a way that keeps his head in one piece.

SHeild bash the fuck out of him, then kick him in the ribs a few times because he's resisting arrest.

>>125397
Go about it the correct legal way, get within range, let him know he's committing a crime and to give up and put down the weapon. I assume you can take a drunk man if he decides to use the axe.

>>125397
I'd say get in close then tell him to drop the weapon. Make sure you've got your shield ready to block if he's really stupid and decides to attack you.

>>125397
Just know that Oren is worrying excessively about you...
If you got a crossbow, time to pull er' out.

Keep your distance...
Generally, when someone is nervous about the other: bad things happen.

Brom 2010/02/04(Thu)18:34 No. 125481 ID: f98e0b
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>>125412
>>125418
"Hey. Erza. Drop the axe." says Nessie.

This is when Erza makes mistake number 3.

Brom 2010/02/04(Thu)18:36 No. 125484 ID: f98e0b
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Machismo and drink take over and he spins around, swinging his axe at Nessie.

The result is generally what you'd expect when a drunken man with a hatchet goes after someone holding up a shield.

Erza has just enough time to realize what he's just done and go "Wh-"

Brom 2010/02/04(Thu)18:36 No. 125486 ID: f98e0b
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Crunch.

>>125486
ACT QUICK

he may have a pistol or a small weapon hidden.
Get him in a position he can't hurt you in.
And check him for weapons.

Having a knife at his throat the whole time wouldn't hurt...

Pommel. Apply directly to the forehead. Pommel. Apply directly to the forehead. Pommel. Apply directly to the forehead.

He attacked an officer of the law, you are fully within your rights to knock him out.

>>125496
I think pommeling him might be a little extreme. He's already dropped his weapon... if he goes to retrieve it perhaps... but he's just a drunk and very angry man with home problems... no need to give him brain damage on top of that. (besides can't be too careful with 'police brutality'... I mean this isn't exactly a mob riot so we don't have anyone else to scare.)

>>125486
He's disabled and stunned. I think you should make the arrest.

Brom 2010/02/05(Fri)17:51 No. 125861 ID: f98e0b
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Squires quickly cuffs him while he's lying on the ground, stunned and bleeding profusely, and confiscates a penknife she finds in his back pocket. She loads him into a cart she borrowed from Grease.

"By nofe," mutters Erza on the drive back to the barracks. He's got a cell waiting for him till when they send him off to some bigger town for trial. "You bnoke it. You bnoke by nofe,"
"Quiet back there," says Squires.
"Why dib you do dat?" says Erza. "Bish."

"Well hey now, you swung an axe at me," says Squires. "How do you think that makes me feel? I mean imagine if you were at your job or whatever and someone tried to kill you with an axe. That's what I just went through, okay? It would have been legal to impale you just then."

"Dint habter brage by nofe though," says Erza.

"Stop talking," says Squires. "You'll fuck up the bandages and bleed all over the cart. And you sound ridiculous. You know that, right?"

"Your fault. Bish. Ugly-aff Mutt shitfafed bish."

>>125861
Half-mutt?

Oh my, do I detect a hint of minority bashing?

>>125861

"Anything you say can be used in court against you, sir..."

Brom 2010/02/05(Fri)18:19 No. 125881 ID: f98e0b
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>>125863
Well, he's technically right, Squires is a mutt. Her dad was pure gray and her mom was mostly brown. There are those who consider that a bad thing, think uneven coloration is ugly or one race or another is inferior, call people like her shitfaces or whatever. Squires doesn't really care. It's never been a big deal. Anyway, Oren thinks it's cute.

Erza's got the right to vent at someone. Hell, he lost his girlfriend to Eliot Papp, who runs the landfill and has a lazy eye. Plus he's plain drunk, and she did just break his nose. She imagines she wouldn't feel too charitable toward anyone in particular if they broke her nose. The axe may have been a little too far, but no harm done. Technically he assaulted an Authority Member, but she'll let that slide. It was a kneejerk reaction, a shitty choice. She can relate. And he's in deep enough shit as it is. Probably looking at at least six months.

She's not going to let him get to her, not when she still has the treasured memory of the sound her shield made against his face and especially not when when Oren is coming home from the city tonight.

She's stoked.

After you lock this bastard up, is there any more CRIME that needs bustin?

Brom 2010/02/05(Fri)19:30 No. 125926 ID: f98e0b
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Nah, this is technically after her shift but she got a call from Deborah, the girlfriend, about Erza so she hauled ass over here to help.

She's hoping there won't be any more distractions. She wants to make sure Oren's homecoming is perfect. They've only really been together as a couple for less than a day before Oren had to rush off to help Allen. She wants to make sure this'll work. Hell, she got candles and she's even making dinner for them which she is just realizing now she should have taken out of the oven 20 minutes ago when she was driving down here.

>>125926
...

I'm not going to say "brace for fire" because you probably already know that there's going to be a fire.

Got a cell phone? Call the fire department now.

Nessie, you spaz.

Speed like a motherfuck. Who'se going to arrest you? You?

>>125926
Well, that's no good. You know it's gonna be burned. So it goes. No use worrying about it.

>>125940
Considering she was rushing out to save some poor bitch from getting the axe, I reckon forgetting about the cooking is an acceptable mistake.

Brom 2010/02/05(Fri)20:14 No. 125974 ID: f98e0b
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>>125941
floor it floor it floor it
gah squires you fuckup

Brom 2010/02/05(Fri)20:15 No. 125975 ID: f98e0b
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"Here is your cell there are some walls and a floor and oh some bars so you just sit in there and think about what you have done"

"Wha-"

"I gotta go so you have a good time I am sorry about the nose"

Brom 2010/02/05(Fri)20:16 No. 125976 ID: f98e0b
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You know what Squires could really go for right now?

Pizza.

aw yeah, pizza
fatten yourself up so we can eat you
er, I mean

When he comes in, make sure you say "I made you a dinner...but I burnded it :("

>>125976
Hmm. Maybe you could find a store that sells ready-made meals?

>>126260
Nah, that would be cheating.

I hope you remembered to lock the cell door.

If you did, then the obvious solution is bacon.

>>125976

Dammit Squires. Alright listen closely, he's coming home soon and you need to cook fast. What've you got as foodstuffs. It's either that or go the lame route with pizza.

Do you really think Oren's gonna care about eating pizza right now?

No matter what goes down, it's going to end the same way.

Bangin' like rabbits.

Brom 2010/02/06(Sat)14:47 No. 126508 ID: f98e0b
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>>126312
Yeah, it's locked. Even if it wasn't Erza is too stinking drunk to do much.

Nessie rapidly takes stock of the situation. She has been subsisting an assload of baby carrots, which she loves, several days' worth of frozen food, a jar of chocolate chips, a bunch of energy bars, and a cell phone with Give Pizza a Chance and Duprian Takeout on speed dial.

She freezes as she hears the front door open.
"Spirits' shit, it's good to be home," she hears Oren call. "Nessie? I'm back. Where are you? What's that burning smell?

>>126508
"It was food at one point."

>>126508
Dinner!

Brom 2010/02/06(Sat)16:07 No. 126572 ID: f98e0b
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>>126563
"Dinner!" announces Nessie, entering the room. "Sort of. It was at one point."

"You made dinner?" asks Oren.
"Yeah only then Deborah Holeman called and there was a problem with Erza her boyfriend because he heard she was cheating with Eliot Papp..."
"Smelly Eli?"
"With the lazy eye, yeah, and so he shows up at her place with an axe so I had to go down there and I forgot to take the turkey out of the oven so when I got back it was burned all over and so I had to sort of extinguish it and I was thinking maybe we should just have pizza instead? Or something?"

"Is Deb okay?" asks Oren.
"Yeah. Erza's fine too, except his nose. I broke it when I brought him in."
"Good work," says Oren. "Pizza is fine."

>>126572

D'aww... He's beat. Help him into a chair and then order the pizza. He can tell you all about the mission when you sit with him.

Or on him. Your choice.

Brom 2010/02/06(Sat)17:25 No. 126661 ID: f98e0b
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The pizza gets there about twenty minutes later, and they clear the shiny stuff off the table. They shoot the shit for a while about Anchorturn. Oren does his best Angry Blejwas impression, which sends soda up Nessie's nose, and she tells him about what happened when she and Grease got an idea yesterday to try and hook up a nitro tank to the police cart and about scraping the bird guts off the windshield once it came back down.

"So," says Nessie, swallowing another bite. "What do you want to do after dinner?"
"Dunno. What do you want to do?" asks Oren.
"I converted the firing range into a racquetball court while you were out on account of the fact that I don't use bows. We can play a few rounds."
"And then we can move the targets back inside," says Oren.
"Aw. Fine," says Nessie. "What about after that? We need to talk about the cash you made and what we're gonna do with it. Also, to be frank, I've been waiting to screw you since about an hour after you left."
"Well, if there's one thing we out in the country need to learn from the big city," says Oren, "it's about mixing business with pleasure."

I think it's been a while since you made love
Not a quickie fuck
But just a solid tender intimate passionate hot lovemaking sessions several hours worth.

Fuck while playing racquetball.

>>126672
Yes. do this.

Brom 2010/02/06(Sat)18:44 No. 126800 ID: f98e0b
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>>126672
>>126728
Squires is up to the idea, but Oren's pretty sure neither of them are that flexible, and as sexy as it sounds the floor is cold as hell.
>>126667
This seems like a better idea.

After an hour or so of playing they can't resist each other any more and book it to the bedroom. Squires has shoved two of the beds together so they'll have more room.

"Glad you're better at this than you are at playing racquetball, Sheriff," says Squires.
"I keep telling you that spiking the ball into the other player isn't a way to score points." says Oren.
"And I keep telling you that we were playing by Furlesian rules," says Squires. "So. How much did Allen pay you, anyway?"

Oren tells her.
"Oh, wow." she says. "That's, um. That's a lot. Any idea on what we're going to spend all that money on?"
Oren thinks. They have enough cash to get pretty much whatever they want for the Authority station, within reason.

This is a much more fun game.

Brom 2010/02/06(Sat)19:12 No. 126832 ID: f98e0b
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>>126808
Yeah.

"I think we should probably not spend everything all at once," says Oren. "Maybe just a few renovations or some new equipment or something and keep the rest just in case."

"Well what -eek- did you have in mind?" asks Nessie, turning around for a moment. "You can speed up, by the way, Oren. Don't think you have to take it slow on my account."

"Let's see. We -ah- could always use more weapons, maybe better living quarters than what we've got now. We could get better armor," says Oren. "Or maybe we could pay Grease to soup up the cart a little while he's repairing it."
"Boring. I -unf- think we should get a landskiff. Like Arbock's. Travel across the wastes in style."
"Those things are expensive as hell, Nessie." says Oren.

>>126832
Quit talkin' business and shag her silly, you fool.

Brom 2010/02/06(Sat)19:45 No. 126876 ID: f98e0b
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"Don't see you coming up with any more fun ideas," says Nessie. "You solved the case. With flying colors. We have toooooh celebrate"

"Va problem wiv vat cafe..." says Oren, then stops nibbling Nessie's ear. "The problem with that case is that I didn't get anything on Blejwas. I don't get it. He was crooked as hell. There should have been something. Anything. Some kind of dirt on him. I didn't find nothing. I don't get it."

"You're worrying too much," says Nessie. "Sure, by all accounts the guy was a bastard, but there isn't much he can do to you now. Get back on the ear, that felt good."

"I'm not fo fure," says Oren. "He haf a lot of power back in Anphorturn. What if he trief fomefing? I fouldn't have been fo antagoniftic."

Brom 2010/02/06(Sat)19:46 No. 126877 ID: f98e0b
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>>126855
“Sheriff,” says Nessie, pushing him over and pouncing on top of him, “while I find this whole ‘business while sexing’ thing fairly cute, I have to say it seems to me like you’re worrying too much. Now quit talking business and shag me silly.”

“Maybe you’re right,” says Oren as she bounces on top of him. “It’s just I feel like it should have been, hell, I don’t know, better. I just-Could you do that thing with the hips?”

“What, this?” asks Nessie, shaking her ass and sending lightning up Oren’s spine. “Look. Oren. I think I learned something today while I was putting out dinner. Life –ah- is never as perfect –oh- as you’re gonna hope it is. If you –mmn- kick back and learn to enjoy it, it can still be pretty damn good.”

Make her vagina ejaculate vagina liquids from her vagina.

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"A philosophy to live by, I'm sure," says Oren, clutching at Nessie's hips, driving them closer together. "Wish I could think like tha- Nessie? I feel- I'm..."

"No hey not yet one second I'm almost there stall it" says Nessie.

"Ummm my mom on a cold day my mom on a cold day 2 4 8 16 32 64 128 A B C D E effffffffffff"
Oren can't hold on anymore. He finishes as he feels the muscles in Nessie's hips and thighs spasm and he grabs her side and her hand and holds on for dear life and she throws her head back and howls, just belts one, nearly pops one of Oren's eardrums.

>>126877
That's better.

Now grab her and slam her up against the wall, and fuck like mutated rabbits with a third eye on their forehead.

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They lie there for a while, breathing.

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"We just came at the same time," says Nessie.

>>126914
High-five!

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"Kaboom," says Oren.

>>126914
Say "Yes, achievement unlocked! Dueling Orgasms!"

>>126917
OR FIST BUMP I GUESS THAT WORKS TOO

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"There's a lot to do tomorrow," says Oren. "Paperwork to fill out about Allen's payment. Plus we need to figure out just what to do with the damn paycheck."
"I wouldn't call shopping for things work, Sheriff. Anyway. Tomorrow is tomorrow. Tonight's ours."
"Amen. Round two?"
"Furlesian rules."
"Fuck you."

It's good to be home.