A Slice of Suburban Cake

Jericho looked down. Almost too embarrassed upon admitting himself for her. The way she phrased it made him sound… Dirty. He didn’t have a libido quite like that. He was red as a tomato at this point, and hoped that Cheeto hadn’t minded much. It wasn’t his fault… His mind was in the gutter, and he seemingly couldn’t take it out with a crowbar.

Luck was on his side though as Cheeto seemed to politefully not mind. She made a joke about it, to which he very nervously chuckled. At least she had a good sense of humor, an attribute he could safely say he enjoyed very much. "Haha yeah… Guess you are. Surprised that doesn’t happen to you more often… Hahaha..." He cleared his throat. Well, enough of that. He’d leave it at there to prevent the possibility of any divides between them. That way he didn’t have to lose his new friend.

He listened fondly though to take his mind off things as she told him about the stuff that made her happy. Which in turn, made him happy. Because it seemed that she was an introvert, which sometimes stemmed from anxiety and sadness. But luckily this wasn’t the case. She had aspects that satisfied her and plenty of hobbies it seemed. Which was excellent. "Hey, I’m glad you like that kind of stuff. Mark of someone that’s smart, honestly. Maybe you’ll be my boss some day." He chuckled, shrugging. "Nothing wrong with being independent. Guys dig that sort of vibe. Least I do." He joked. Though… He did like those who could take control, and knew how to hold their own. Made him respect them more in a way.

He abandoned the game for a moment to keep his eyes in the little goblin. The thoughts were long gone, so he could focus on patching up his date properly. Just the moment she mentioned a drink he popped to his feet to obey her command. To go to the fridge for a drink. A few feathers falling out along the way.

"What would you like? I got soda… Water… OJ…." He really needed to go shopping. But he did have something he had plenty of… "I also have… Something a bit else. Pretty much have a lot of booze left over from my last party that I swiped. If you’re interested." He turned, with a sly smile.

As if the date hadn’t been risky enough.
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"Really now?" Jericho stopped his motions for a moment, turning his head to look at her. His tone was rather obviously surprised. Was she really that kind of person? Well, he wasn’t to judge. But the meek little goblin looked as if she’d stick to something safe, or at least non-alcoholic. Hell though, he couldn’t say much about her preferences. Maybe she just wanted to forget the night. He didn’t blame her. Oh well. At least they could have fun while it lasted.

"Well, okay. Coming right up." He reached up to pull out shot glasses for the both of them. She wanted hard stuff? Well, she was going to get it. He pulled out a bottle of nearly full vodka, and walked back to her side with it as well as the glasses in hand. He sat down with his legs folded, and poured themselves each a glass. Sliding hers in front of her with a smooth motion of his hand. "Hope this is to your satisfaction, little miss." He grinned widely, taking the glass in his hand and his controller in the other.

"Say… Let’s up the ante a little bit, hm?" Jericho chuckled, hatching a plan in his head quite cohesively. "Whoever loses not only has to answer a truth or dare, but take a shot. I’ll tell you now, I’m probably going to be the one who doesn’t remember their name in a few minutes… But hey, YOLO." With that he paused. A displeased look coming across his face for a brief moment. Perhaps he was getting a bit too confident. "I can’t believe I just said that."
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With eyes wide Jericho watched the little goblin throw it back, an impressed smile creeping onto his face after the initial moment of shock. In a similar motion, Jericho swiftly tossed his head back to seemingly gulp the vodka down in one motion, prior to slamming his glass down. A shiver ran up his back. The party was really getting started now. "You cool there sunshine?" Jericho asked with a broad grin. She looked like she could perhaps handle this well. Or at least, for now she could. Time could only tell. After all, he was bigger. And much heavier.

"Yeah." He chuckled as he rolled his shoulders, "Let’s get this show on the road." And from that, they got back to it. Jericho striving his best to keep up with the goblin. She was really good, but this time… It was already a little bit clear that her senses were inhibited. So much so that at the last second, Jericho’s avatar got the upperhand and successfully gunned down hers. He laughed loudly, grinning in excitement as he took no time to pop open the lid and fill her glass again. "Alright Miss Cheeto. Throw it back." He said, pausing again as he watched her. His senses were doomed to get fuzzy to. So why he was laughing was beyond reason. "And of course, truth or dare? I got a feeling you’re feeling a little bit… Daring, tonight..." He grinned slyly. If she agreed to his assumptions, she would be in for something else. If not… Well, Jeri loved to improvise.

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The smug sense of self satisfaction had not yet worn off of Jericho, as he now had the upper hand. His comparatively tiny companion was already being impacted by the shots of hard liquor. He chuckled at the look he gave her, and smiled at the prospect of her having fun after their hectic evening. It looked so far like he had successfully patched things up. And though it was a memorable night, something told him that come the next morning he wouldn't have the slightest damn clue what happened the evening prior.

"Playin it safe, huh?" Jericho teased, nudging her slightly with his elbow. "Fine, fine... Just dares are my specialty." He grinned, before he looked up to think. Just what was it that he was curious about with this goblin..? Ooo, he knew what he wanted to ask. "Okay Miss Cheeto, I want you to tell me exactly what you think of me. So far at least. Don't be nervous or nothin'... I wanna know the truth. I can handle it!" He declared almost a bit too confidently, before he turned his body slightly to look directly at her features. His elbows resting on his crossed knees as his hands folded to hold his chin. This should be interesting.​

Jericho kept the glass in his hand, as if to ready to pour himself more despite having won this time. But instead of drinking the rest out, he gave himself time to listen to the little goblin. Curious to what she was to say in terms of what she thought the screw-up Nephilim was like. He looked at her. His arms folded across his chest just to give her a listen. What she said next was... Well, flattering.

He smiled, a bit of a blush on his face. Of course, what she had listed was just his surface appearance, but then again, those were usually what came first when formulating an opinion on someone. But those initial ideas were usually just the tip of the iceberg. He would know this too. Even he hadn't the most savory of snap judgements when it came to first meeting her. But it only took him a second to open his mind back up, to let her in and see that she was a pretty great girl. "Well I'm... Really flattered you thought so." He spoke calmly, before his tone shifted nearly instantaneously. Just as she said that she was out of his league. "Don't say that!" He almost yelled out, before realizing his inadvertent tone and calming down. Clearing his throat. "S-sorry. I just... Well, I firmly believe practically anything can happen on this island. Don't limit yourself because of what others may think of you. Besides, you're a pretty cool girl." He smiled a bit. And that was the truth. No matter what others would say.

When she asked for another drink, Jericho smirked a bit and nodded. Grabbing the bottle to fill up her glass. "Sure thing." He said, popping the lid off once more to top up her glass. As he did, he spoke up with his own side of the story. "Honestly, I first was kinda nervous. I kinda did this whole thing just so I could make some more friends. And... If I wasn't too much of an embarrassment, I'd like to be yours." He put the bottle down, and smiled. Would that be okay with her...?

Just as he looked to her for an answer though, it was clear that something wasn't right. She was... Well, she was already hammered. Or at least getting there. "Uh... Chee? You okay..?"​