seasons may change, winter to spring

[folklore]

seasons come,    seasons go

Or: a seasonal-themed open post. Want to frolic in the spring flowers? Go to a warm, summery beach? Play in the autumn leaves? Have a snowball fight in the middle of winter? Lo and behold, here is the place to do it. picture prompts, seasonal prompts, ic inbox, rng prompts, character posts

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[shucked]

Well, other than the fact that I reserve body shots for special occasions that largely involve getting you to let loose... [ Humming a little as he grins, surveying the shots and recalling which is which as the bartender indicated, Minho cracks his knuckles almost idly while he considers his answer. If they'd been taking body shots off him, he would rather not have a bunch of weird mouths on him when he's more interested in one in particular. (Stupid, stupid pretty mouth.) If they'd been taking shots off someone else, that's a strange body he'd rather not be putting his mouth on. (Also one with about a thousand less spots than the one he would put his mouth on.) So. ]

Couldn't leave you all by your lonesome over here where you'd get preyed upon and forced to drink strange things by the rest of these shuckers. [ He jerks a thumb over his shoulder at their friends cheerfully, only a little sarcastic about it. Besides, he's got his best friend here and looking all warm and happy and really, for as reserved as the guy is in comparison to some of them, it's good to see him when they can get him really openly smiling. Between that and the fact Tommy is idly handsy when tipsy, he's sort of enjoying the night himself.

Minho points at the glass that Thomas is eying up, cheerfully proclaiming: ] That would be a cowboy cocksucker.