Like everything I role play it has a silly factor.
Unfortunately I am able to pull the most experienced and serious Role Players into my silliness
Just see below.
CCL tried so hard not to cave in,
but My Johns was just too crazy.
(Has anyone else noticed my Johns is a alcoholic?)
 

Riddick was played by CCL
Johns was played by Mi
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<Riddick> He walks towards the glowing neon light, listening to the younger man
babble but not giving any indication whether he cares or not.
He pushes open the door and gestures for the man to step inside.  "After you."

<Johns> ::stepping inside the door and grabbing a table in the corner he motions
for the barmaid to bring him 2 beers and sits down::

<Riddick> ::moves to the chair closest to the wall and sits down facing the door,
instantly scanning the crowd for trouble::
Alright.  Now you want to tell me how you got tied up in the first place?

<Johns> ::the blonde looks down at the table and blushes::
“Well, Errm, I, I, I kinda made someone a little mad at me, and these two goons
had tied me up so I would be there when Silas came back with them.
::smiles brightly at Riddick:: And that’s where you found me.

<Riddick> ::snorts and shakes his head::  What'd you do?  Rip them off?
::drinks his beer and chances a glance at his companion::  And who's Silas?
Old boss?  Or old boyfriend?

<Johns> ::trys his best to look wide eyed and innocent and shocked
that he could suggest such a thing:: “A person, that thinks I may have something
he use to own, once upon a time. Which I do not.”

<Riddick> ::shakes his head again and goes back to looking around the bar::
Cut the wide-eyed look.  I ain't buying.  ::takes another pull off his beer::
So what's this thing he "thinks" you have?  Money?

<Johns> ::slides down in his chair until he looked more like a contented cat
sprawling than a patron:: “No not money, He thinks I stole his lover. Which I did not! ”

<Riddick> ::casts a sideways look as the man sprawls in his seat::  Lover, huh?
She got a name?  Or is it he?  You gotta respect my point of view here, pal.
I need to know exactly who might be coming after me since I saved you.
::takes another sip and glance around before staring straight at the man across from him::
And in case I didn't mention it...I *hate* surprises.

<Johns> ::tilts his head and gazes into the bigger man’s goggles
as if he may be able to read something there:: “ I never laid a hand on * her *
Big Guy. Her name, I forget, Cindy, Candy, Hell I don’t know.
All I know is she takes a walk, and he gets a hard on for me.”
::Picks up his own beer watching the darker mans face::

<Riddick> ::chuckles::  Interesting choice of words there, friend.
So you got a name?  ::distracted by some men coming in through the bar.
He tenses thinking they are the same ones that he rescued this guy from but
quickly assess that they aren't the same men.::

<Johns> ::casting a glance at the men who made his new *friend * tense up,
he never moves out of what would seem a drunken sprawl to anyone who was watching,
but his eyes were bright and alert:: “Johns, all my friends just call me Johns. Both of them.
::he laughs softly and takes a sip of beer::

<Riddick> ::relaxes slightly and laughs::  You always a smart ass, Johns?
Maybe that's what pissed your stalker off.
::finishes his beer and sits the bottle down, smirking at the blond::
Hell, even I could get tired of your dry sense of humor, eventually

<Johns> ::stretching out even farther his knee rests a babies breath away from Riddick’s::
“Smart ass?” ::Raises a finger and pokes himself in the chest::
I have been accused of a lot of things, but my ass being smart was never one of them.
::quirks a smile at Riddick:: “So what do I call you Big Guy?”

<Riddick> ::smirks at the joke as his mind scrambles for a name.
Deciding half truth is better than flat out lying he just sticks to the basics::
Rick works for me, Johns.  And I'm thinking that maybe...
::eyeing another pair of men more closely and recognizing the earlier captors after a moment::
you should hide.  NOW!

<Johns> ::recognizing the danger but unable to stop himself he grins::
“What do you suggest Rick? Diving under the table? Think they will see me?
And how long before I get to come out?
I get bored easy you know. No telling what kind of trouble I could get into under there”
::Lifts an amused eyebrow at the bigger man::

<Riddick> ::narrows his eyes and arches a brow::
If you don’t want your smart ass handed to you on a plate by those thugs, you'll disappear.
And as for what you do to keep yourself from getting bored...well...
just don't expect me to return the favor. ::looks away to watch the men’s approach::

<Johns> ::dives under the table cloth and settles between Riddick’s legs pulling out his gauge.
He watches the goons feet walk past the table towards the bar. Leaning his head back
he nudges Riddick’s hip with his forehead: What do you mean don’t expect me to return the favor?
::whispered but he makes sure to put a pout in his voice doing it.::

<Riddick> ::shifts his leg so that he connects with Johns and coughs loudly to cover up his whisper::
Watch it!  ::nods to the men as they pass by on their way to the bar but doesn't hold eye contact.
When they are out of ear shot, he nudges Johns again::
The point of hiding is to be quiet so people *don't* know where you are.
 

<Johns> ::mumbles:: “And he calls me the smart ass.”
::sits there for a few moments then just can not control the impulse to nip playfully at Riddick’s knee,
catching the material in his teeth he shakes his head and growls like a puppy playing::

<Riddick> ::jumps and stiffens when he feels Johns bite at his knee.
He sneaks a large hand down to try and swat at the man and make him stop,
while keeping his face neutral to onlookers::
I'm gonna let you meet the business end of my shiv if you don't cut it out ::mumbles softly::

<Johns> ::bites playfully at his fingers as he tries to swat him away::
“Shiv? Business end? ::giggles softly:: You don’t keep this Shiv in your pants by any chance do you?

<Riddick> ::growls and pulls his hand away::
Remember what I said about getting tired of your dry sense of humor eventually?
I think I've reached that point.  So help me if you don't shut the hell up
I'm gonna call those thugs over here and hand you to them on a leash!

<Johns> ::lays his head on Riddick’s thigh:: Okay, Big Guy.
::mimicking Riddick’s tone and words earlier:: Leash? Interesting choice of words there friend.”

<Riddick> ::relaxes his posture to take on the non-confrontational persona he needs to blend in with the other patrons.
When the barmaid walks back to the table he orders another beer and is relieved
when she finally returns with it.  Patiently he sips at it, watching for the un-invited guests to leave
so he can get Johns head out of his lap and back in the chair across from his
so he can glare at the man the way he wants to::
Well at least now I know why they had your hands tied up.
It wasn't so you wouldn't escape...it's so you wouldn't molest them ::sarcastically::

<Johns> ::truly shocked at the word molest the young blond starts to say something then stops.
Decides better to play along and rolls his head like his is cracking his neck
starting mid thigh across Riddick’s crotch and ending mid thigh on the opposite leg.
Leaving his head laying there, whispering into the big mans thigh::
Ha ha ha, you funny Bastard. ::grinning into his thigh he whispers:: “I haven’t molested you. Yet.”

<Riddick> ::loses his relaxed pose and tenses at the warm breath on his thigh.
He figets slightly in his seat and takes a large gulp of his beer, downing half the bottle.
He's shocked and literally caught between a rock and a hard place.::
Ya know Johns...I'm thinking I never should have taken the ropes off.
And not for the first time tonight am I wondering what the hell I was thinking
stepping between you and disaster ::voice thick and growly::

<Johns> ::shoulders shake softly with laughter::
“Because your a hell of a guy and I am charming!”
::reaches down and wipes away dirt off of Riddick’s boot,
finally tired of the under the table game
he leans back enough where his head is in The big mans lap moving the table cloth
so he can gaze upside down at him:: "Are they gone yet?"

<Riddick> ::peers down at the face suddenly staring up at him from between his legs and growls::
You *must* have a death wish!  ::pushes his face back down and adjusts the tablecloth::
They're still here and people are starting to wonder why I'm talking to my dick.
Be quiet!  I'll tell you when they're gone.

<Johns> ::laughs and is suddenly not bored anymore::
Hey, How about *I* talk to your dick instead?
::shifts positions so he is facing Riddick’s lap a hand on each of the bigger man’s knees,
and starts to whisper:: "Hello, Rick Jr. Pleasure to meet you. Oh? You want to shake hands?
::slowly dragging his right hand up like he will try to shake Riddick’s dick
waiting for a reaction from his grouchy friend::

<Riddick> ::shifts his hips backwards and out of reach of the hand he feels approaching::
Hey now!  ::swats the hand away::  This is *not* helping to convince me to keep you hidden.
In fact it's convincing me to stand up and leave you stranded.
Can't you be still and quiet for five minutes?  ::hissing softly::

<Johns> ::sighs and drops his head to contemplate his navel
while he waits to be released from the under the table slam::
"Okay, I'll behave, Don’t leave me. ::he asks in a tiny voice::::

<Riddick> ::snaps to mental attention when he sees the bruisers walking towards the door.
He remains aloof and uncaring as they brush past him, but follows their every movement
with his goggled eyes::
I ain't leaving ya, Johns.  But we may get a break yet.  I think they're leaving... ::hushed tones::

<Johns> ::sighs:: and leans down so he can watch the shoes leaving the bar,
Tapping Riddick on the thigh to see if it was safe to talk or come out.::

<Riddick> Just a second...::quietly as he watches the men leave the bar and walk past the window.
 Exhaling a loud sigh of relief, he shifts his leg to nudge his partner in crime and let him know that it's safe::
 Come on out, Johns.  You're smart ass is safe for the time being.

<Johns> ::crawling out from under the table he looks up to see the waitress looking at him peculiarly,
flashing a brilliant smile at her::
"Darlin’ would you bring me a beer? I need something to wash this down,
you know * men *, they promise they wont, but they cum in your mouth anyway.”
:: chances a glance at the big man sitting there as he takes his seat, hoping this would not be the straw::

<Riddick> ::opens his mouth to protest but ends up simply moving his mouth like a mute monkey.
Finally giving up all attempts to speak at the moment, he settles a piercing glare
at the man now seated across from him again.
After a moment a cynical smile spreads across his features and lets out a rumbling sigh::
Well if that's what you wanted why didn't you just do it?
At least then you would have be productive...and QUIET!

<Johns> ::attempts to look innocent then shrugs it off knowing he wouldn’t buy it anyway::
So, Big guy. Maybe I should get out of the public eye. Got any idea’s?
::smiles sheepishly:: Live around here?

<Riddick> ::gives a short laugh::
Ha!  You think because I saved your ass and you crawled
around under a table between my legs that we're gonna be roomies?
You sure you're not some escaped mental patient? ::eyes the man suspiciously::

<Johns> ::shakes his head yes:: No, not mental, Not at all!
::widens eyes and looks at him for a few seconds before speaking::
Who told you anyway?
::finally smiling and laughing softly, he shakes his head no and then fixes Riddick with a serious look::
I just thought it would be easier to be * quiet *
::tilts his head slightly::
If I was able to stretch out more.
::watches the darker mans face for a reaction::

<Riddick> ::chuckles::  You're right.  *I'm* the basket casket!  And you're right about one other thing.
You can't stay here.  ::glances around and finishes off the beer::
I don't suppose you have anyone that could get you off this planet?
::already knowing the answer is probably going to be no::

<Johns> ::scrunches up his nose bunny style and laughs when his friend says he’s the basket case::
“Again, Big guy you suppose right.” ::smiles and winks at him::
It’s okay, Man; really, you have went above and beyond.
I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I will just grab a room somewhere and lay low awhile.
::fishes out a 100 credit chip and pushes it across the table at Riddick,
as the same waitress sets a beer down in front of him he looks up at her and grins::
“And he makes me pay for the pleasure! Can you believe that?
I suppose he won’t even buy my beer either” ::casting a amused look at Riddick::

<Riddick> ::looks disgusted and yet...after a moment slightly bemused.
He pushes the chip back across the table to Johns and places his own money on the table to cover the beers::
Hurry up, man.  We've got a ship to catch.

<Johns> ::flicking the chip back at Riddick he downs his beer::
Okay I am ready, what ship? Where? ::stands up and stretches lazily cat fashion and waits to be led away::

<Riddick> ::stands and moves towards the door of the bar, pausing for Johns to catch up::
The ship that is going to get us off this planet.  Something tells me we've both worn out our welcome here.
The faster we get out of here, the better.  And even if you are a bit...strange...you can still watch my back.
So if you're serious about wanting to leave and lay low...the invitation is there.
And I ain't making it again...
::turns and walks out of the bar and down the street, leaving it to Johns if he decided to follow or not::