this is both the first time he's worked at one of these and ideally the last, granted, the more tris scrubs at this one particular road trash stain on this jeep's wheels, the more he finds that he doesn't quite mind sprawling himself over the hood of this particular car, straddling it so that he can get better aim with his sponge to wring it out except.
nah, a sponge won't do. they're making money right? maybe he won't see one red sent, but from what he's heard, it's going to a "decent" cause so instead he grabs the bottom of his shirt and whips it off over his head, wringing the excess water out and hanging it around his neck. ]
Hey! Next person to drop a Benny gets detailing from yours truly in nothing but my underwear. I'll even let you keep my shirt as a souvenir if you're into that shit.
[ oh god where is this coming from. ]
And like, some other junk if you want. It takes a village and all that-- [ he winks, and jesus fucking christ he's feeling warm but it feels good and this is absolutely some LIES bullshit again but his mouth is already moving faster than his brain. he sing-songs the next bit. ] --And I can entertain a village if you're feeling generous with your money.
escort escapades.
[ tris has been gone for... a long time. so long in fact, his view of time is strange and warped and he's not quite sure where to begin. one thing is certain, however, he's not so green that he doesn't know where he's going. but apparently? there's been some turmoil? ]
Should have figured this place would have gotten into some shit while I was gone...
[ for the time being, as he waits for his escort, he'll scroll through his phone. around his ankles winds a small black cat who stretches up once against his leg and claws at his already torn to shit black jeans. when someone approaches, said cat makes a creaky mewling sound and begins to stretch-walk its way over to the new-comer as he lifts his head up. ]
Are you my buddy? [ he chuckles. ]
network
username: tris.clark
heeeeeey. duplites.
the name's tristan, i'm a witch, it's ten bucks a tarot card reading if you're interested. i'm thirty, flirty, and not quite thriving, but that's usually how it is when you start off here, right? haha.
anyways... yeah. it's been a while. if you remember me, you mind checking in for a rollcall and all that? how many of you are still stuck in this place? or you know. living it up. i like hearing about that too.
tristan clark / oc / submissive
[ a carwash.
a carwash.
this is both the first time he's worked at one of these and ideally the last, granted, the more tris scrubs at this one particular road trash stain on this jeep's wheels, the more he finds that he doesn't quite mind sprawling himself over the hood of this particular car, straddling it so that he can get better aim with his sponge to wring it out except.
nah, a sponge won't do. they're making money right? maybe he won't see one red sent, but from what he's heard, it's going to a "decent" cause so instead he grabs the bottom of his shirt and whips it off over his head, wringing the excess water out and hanging it around his neck. ]
Hey! Next person to drop a Benny gets detailing from yours truly in nothing but my underwear. I'll even let you keep my shirt as a souvenir if you're into that shit.
[ oh god where is this coming from. ]
And like, some other junk if you want. It takes a village and all that-- [ he winks, and jesus fucking christ he's feeling warm but it feels good and this is absolutely some LIES bullshit again but his mouth is already moving faster than his brain. he sing-songs the next bit. ] --And I can entertain a village if you're feeling generous with your money.
escort escapades.
[ tris has been gone for... a long time. so long in fact, his view of time is strange and warped and he's not quite sure where to begin. one thing is certain, however, he's not so green that he doesn't know where he's going. but apparently? there's been some turmoil? ]
Should have figured this place would have gotten into some shit while I was gone...
[ for the time being, as he waits for his escort, he'll scroll through his phone. around his ankles winds a small black cat who stretches up once against his leg and claws at his already torn to shit black jeans. when someone approaches, said cat makes a creaky mewling sound and begins to stretch-walk its way over to the new-comer as he lifts his head up. ]
Are you my buddy? [ he chuckles. ]
network
username: tris.clark
heeeeeey. duplites.
the name's tristan, i'm a witch, it's ten bucks a tarot card reading if you're interested. i'm thirty, flirty, and not quite thriving, but that's usually how it is when you start off here, right? haha.
anyways... yeah. it's been a while. if you remember me, you mind checking in for a rollcall and all that? how many of you are still stuck in this place? or you know. living it up. i like hearing about that too.
i... could really use a drink.