25th Message - [Accidental Video]

[dulcisnuntius]

[The feed flickers on to reveal Dulcie seated in a arm chair. She's dressed neater than usual, in a short sleeved sweater and pedal pushers. Her usual pink hair is now a platinum blonde, curled and styled around her head. A cigarette dangles at the end of one hand, which she periodically brings to her lips and takes a long drag from. Her other hand is holding a book. She shifts slightly in her seat, to reveal that she is reading 'Sexual Behavior in the Human Female.' She reads something on the page which makes her giggle a little, and take another long drag from her cigarette. After a few moments, the feed cuts out.]

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NO, WAIT, I CHANGED MY MIND

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan's a ton-up boy today, slouching on a motorbike he probably nicked from someone as he squints at the screen with a cigarette between his teeth. He's a pretty dumb ton-up boy, not having bothered nicking the helmet along with the bike. What's the point when you're immortal, anyway?]

You know, if girls spent half as much time indulging in sexual behaviour as they do reading about it, the world would be a much better place.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[She turns a page slowly.]

Less uptight, anyway.

[designedtoparty]

So, are you up for a little indulging? You must be pretty desperate, if you're resorting to a book to get you off.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

It's survey, Nathan. It's not exactly titillating.

[designedtoparty]

Why bother?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

It's an extremely revolutionary document. I like to stay up on what's going on.

[designedtoparty]

Aw, come on. Don't be such a square.

[A beat. Maybe he should try bribery.] I'll take you for a ride. [Bikes > books, right?]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

You can come pick me up. I'll be done reading by the time you get here.

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan arrives not long after, knocking on her door a few times and waiting for her to open it.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie answers the door, her cigarette between her lips as struggles to get her other heel on.]

You knocked. Practicing to be a gentleman today?

[designedtoparty]

Practising? You mean I'm not one normally?

[Okay, he totally isn't. But he knows what she thinks of stealing and if he's nice maybe that'll stop her asking where he got his bike. Or at least stop her getting so annoyed over it.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Never.

[She steps in to kiss him. The height difference isn't as big a deal today. She should really wear three-inch heels more often.]

[designedtoparty]

[Good thing Nathan isn't a Teddy Boy. Those crepe soles might have made the difference ridiculous again. He doesn't care much about stooping, anyway. Though he may appreciate the difference once he remembers it's not actually the 50s again. The extra three inches also makes it easier for him to grope her bum, so he's definitely not complaining.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[She giggles into his mouth and pulls away.]

You want a drink?

[Drinking and driving - still socially acceptable in the 1950s!]

[designedtoparty]

Are you inviting me in?

[He doesn't wait for an answer, giving her a light shove so he can follow her inside.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

I thought we were past you needing to be invited.

[She leads him through into her small and chaotic kitchen. Everything's very pistachio and pink and has lots of gleaming metal and smooth curves. She riffles through her very well-stocked liquor cabinet and pours them both a drink.]

[designedtoparty]

I'm being a gentleman today. Remember?

[As if to prove it, he lights them both a cigarette whilst she's sorting the drinks. Although if she left any lying around, it's entirely possible they were hers to begin with.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[She shoves some books and papers off the kitchen table and sets down the drinks. She leans across and steals her cigarette, giving him a quick kiss while she's over there.]

So where are we going today?

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan shrugs, dropping into a seat at the table. It's not something he's really thought about.]

Don't know. Where do you want to go?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Her other chair is covered in old books, and it would be way too much effort to clean it off. Which is why she goes for sitting in Nathan's lap instead.]

I don't mind. It's the getting there that's the real fun.

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan's right arm drapes around her. His takes his cigarette in his other hand so he's free to nuzzle into her neck.]

Really? I always find it's the being there that makes it worth it, personally.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[She likes the neck kissing. A lot. She encourages him to keep going on with that while she works at her drink.]

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan's happy enough to go along with that, unsurprisingly. He stops after a bit, though. She's not the only one who wants a drink. He puts his cigarette down on the edge of the table, reaching for his glass so he can swallow it down.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

So where did you get a motorcycle from?

[designedtoparty]

Oh, you know... around. That's not important right now.

[Nathan puts down his glass, going to kiss her neck again. That ought to distract her.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[She's easily distracted, what can she say. The hand currently not holding a drink slips under the back of his collar to stroke the back of his neck.]

I just better not find you in a brand new car tomorrow, is all.

[designedtoparty]

Don't worry, baby. I only need one set of wheels. I like these ones just fine.

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

You still need to find out if I like them.

[Clearly her opinion is the most awesome one.]

[designedtoparty]

Of course you will. It's a nice bike. Why wouldn't you?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

We'll have to take it for a ride, first.

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan kisses her neck again, then gives her a light push.]

I'm sure I can arrange that somehow. Pour me another drink, then we can get going.