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Red Bull [Closed] - jazzhands - 11-10-2014
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Archive: Room 2121 & The Bed Casualty
Red Bull [Closed] - jazzhands - 11-14-2014
Ingrico woke up slowly in the morning and reached a hand out wearily expecting his hand to find soft skin to run fingertips over. Instead, his fingers were merely stroking air and bed sheets. Opening his eyes properly, the Mootadorian's heart sank a little at the disappointment of not seeing the gorgeous Reyr sharing the covers with him. Sitting up in bed, he looked around the room hoping to hear sounds from the bathroom and see her clothing on the floor as signs that the redhead had not left him to wake up alone but he couldn't find any signs that she was still somewhere nearby.
Taking a moment to stretch gave Ingrico the opportunity to examine the wreckage of the bed they had shared such a good time in and his mouth burst into a wide grin. Rolling out of the furniture fomerly known as Bed, Ingrico let out a mighty yawn and scratched the dark fur on his back before heading to the bathroom and relieving his bladder in the toilet. Giving himself a cheeky wink in the bathroom mirror as he washes his hands, the musician heads back into the main room and begins the process of hunting for his various items of clothing that he had threw all over the room last night.
As he played scavenger hunt with his clothes, Ingrico went over the night in case he had done something to make Reyr want to leave. Struggling to come up with anything, the man shrugged before putting his underwear and suit pants on. A large hand picked up his shirt from the corner of the room and he could smell her perfume on it. The man bull considered the possibility of it having really been just a one night deal of sexual pleasure but as he buttoned up his shirt, something about that didn't sit right.
Why stay and snuggle if you're only in it for a one time fuck?
Pocketing his red tie, Ingrico has an optimistic thought of her leaving a note and checked the bedside cabinet near her side. Finding the half-full bottle of Baxtrol White that had been the catalyst for the previous night of carnal pleasures, Ingrico noticed a piece of paper on top of his room card. Excitedly picking up the paper, it simply said "Mr. White" followed by a phone number and a few kisses. Punching the air in celebration, the musician gave a massive smile. He had faith in that gorgeous bombshell and she had not disappointed him. Such a good girl.
Ingrico pockets the note and all his personal belongings before picking up the liquor and smirking. "You made a pretty good wingman last night. I hope you are ready for Round Two." Feeling very lucky that he isn't feeling any hangover symptoms currently on top of Reyr leaving him her digits, Ingrico picks up the room keycard and exits the hotel room. Locking it with the room key, his brown eyes take a moment to stare at the Room 2121 door with a warm grin. That room had been a place of bliss and erotic discovery for him and the Mootadorian bowed briefly at the door like a pilgrim leaving a holy shrine. Whistling a merry tune, Ingrico took off down the hallway and planned on rushing home.
He had a date to prepare himself for.