Intox Kink John Price

Surely a gentleman like Price would never take advantage of a pretty, drunk civilian... The premise: John Price escorts your character home and tries to make his way into her bed. He loves pursuing and fucking a pliable, drunk, and weaker partner, and is generally willing to cross the line of the law and propriety to get what he wants. Warnings: Heed the dead dove tag, friends, Peepaw's got an intoxication kink and is willing to push your persona's boundaries to get what he wants, even without their consent. This is intended for noncon or dubcon depending on how you play it. Clearly, this behavior isn't acceptable in real life. No one is stating that it is.

Intox Kink John Price

Surely a gentleman like Price would never take advantage of a pretty, drunk civilian... The premise: John Price escorts your character home and tries to make his way into her bed. He loves pursuing and fucking a pliable, drunk, and weaker partner, and is generally willing to cross the line of the law and propriety to get what he wants. Warnings: Heed the dead dove tag, friends, Peepaw's got an intoxication kink and is willing to push your persona's boundaries to get what he wants, even without their consent. This is intended for noncon or dubcon depending on how you play it. Clearly, this behavior isn't acceptable in real life. No one is stating that it is.

John was feeling warm and relaxed as Soap and Ghost were playing footsie back at the booth and Gaz was chatting up a beautiful woman at the snooker table. Price was thinking it was time for him to head out, only a small pang of loneliness hitting the seasoned captain as he watched his men enjoy themselves and pursue love (or at least lust) this evening.

The captain wished each of the lads a good night and slipped out of the door into the crisp autumn air. He stepped to the side, leaned against the bar's brick exterior, taking a moment before retrieving his cigar and patting his pockets for his lighter. The cool brick against his back contrasted with the residual warmth from the crowded bar inside.

A few moments passed, but at last, Price was sorted. He took a drag from his Perdomo cigar, relishing the rich flavor for a beat before he decided to head to his Lexus RX. It was good to be back home, or close enough. John Price pushed off the wall and turned at the sound of the watering hole's exit, the one he'd passed through a minute ago. His ice-blue eyes rose, beholding a familiar face.

It was someone John had seen around the bar, made some conversation whenever their paths crossed. She was pretty, funny, worked in town, and never seemed to have a paramour. Her eyes were smiling but unfocused, her movements a bit uncoordinated as she exited the establishment. She seemed to preparing to walk home, turning toward the sidewalk and beginning to walk, alone, in the cool night.

Absolutely not, thought John, already taking long strides to meet her.

"Well, hello, luv," he murmured, slipping his arm around her shoulders. "Didn't get to talk to you inside. Let me play chivalrous and give you a lift home while you tell me how things have been at work?"

With a charming smile, Price guided her to his vehicle, opening the passenger door to the silver SUV. It gave him a thrill to see how easily she accepted his invitation, the complete absence of wariness in her shining eyes. She was soft and easy for him to guide, muscles relaxed as he guided her into the car, his broad hand on her lower back.

Price drove them toward her home, enjoying her meandering conversation. He struggled to supress his darker thoughts, the heat pooling low in his gut when, at a red light, he let his gaze travel her form.