Superbeast, Leveaux & Hawke

[Daniel Jankovich]

Janks couldn't recall how they got there exactly. He remembered a vehicle, and trying to force Jaro to grope Mack but finally they were at the Reserve. Janks unceremoniously ripped his pants off behind the other pair. He had a feeling Mack might ditch them so he was going to make sure she went before him.

Or he was dragging her in himself.

"What's taking so long Hawke," Janks said, cocking his head to the side to look at Jaro.

[Mackenzie Leveaux]

She didn't remember much of how they got there, aside from passing the bottle around for a few swigs and protecting her chest from wandering hands. After finally issuing a (only slightly slurred) threat, they were there and exiting the car.

She took another long swallow of the drink, praying to every God she knew that she wouldn't be hungover the next day.

Stopping some distance from the lake, she looked at it with the bleary scrutiny of a drunk person. It looked like a cold fucking lake, and she wasn't sure, all of a sudden, if she wanted to go in there.

[Jaro Hawke]

“Sorry, I lost my boot...”

Where the fuck was it?

He was picking at shrubbery and ferns, looking for his goddamn boot. A few seconds ago, it seemed like the most hilarious thing to do was to take it off and throw it into foliage. Now he couldn't find it. This too was hilarious—but in a really frustrating way.

He stumbled slightly, right into a patch of something.

“Nope, found it.”

Picking up the boot, he held it to his chest as he walked towards the Lake-slash-water reserve. There he paused to take in the views. For a glorified septic tank, it was quite impressive—what with the moonlight dancing over the water and little ripples forming at the shores.

[Daniel Jankovich]

"Alriiiggghht" Janks hollered, unzipping his pants and sliding easily out of them. Free balling in fatigues didn't feel great.

"Hey baby, get out of them things," he motioned to Mack and turned back to Jaro. "You got distance on that toss man... Come on lets go, I wanna go swimming."

[Mackenzie Leveaux]

Nope, that water definitely looked cold. "It looks freezing out there," she noted, taking another deep swig of her bottle.

[Jaro Hawke]

Jaro looked at Janks. “I'm glad we brought her along. It's not the same until someone pussies out and wants to go home.” Grinning, he turned back to his garments and began to fumble with his jacket's front zip.

[Daniel Jankovich]

Janks laughed.

"Look, you're going in whether you like it or not. And tomorrow we can see if you can beat me when we both have nuhmonia," Janks said, his words feeling slurred and heavy. "I'll take those off for you and throw you in myself." And probably grope the shit out of you on the way in. And pass you to Jaro so he can have his fun too.

Threesome in the Initium water reserve. Take that, hard working Fringers. SEX WATER.

[Mackenzie Leveaux]

She glared at Jaro blearily, and then at Janks. "You think you can force me in? I'd love to see you try!" she challenged, swinging the bottle around for emphasis as she spoke.

[Jaro Hawke]

Oh man, no one told him this would involved sexual molestation. A trip to the lake-slash-water reserve wasn't complete until a girl found herself on the wrong side of a penis.

Looking at Janks, and then at Mack, Jaro shrugged.

"I'm not touching her--she smells like cowardice and chicken shit."

Then he peeled off his shirt.

[Mackenzie Leveaux]

"That's it. You're cut off from the booze," she declared, taking another swig.

[Daniel Jankovich]

Janks smiled.

"Sorry Jaro, challenge is a challenge," and Janks lunged forward, trying to get an arm around Mack's pretty little waist.

[Jaro Hawke]

Oh, so this was a rape scenario.

Well, he was officially an adult now.

He stepped up towards the pile of man and woman and peered down, trying to catch a glimpse of what was actually happening beneath all the writhing.

“Hey, listen. The Safe Word is Scrotum,” he shouted, cupping a hand around his mouth. Jaro figured it was a pretty easy word to remember—and not one someone would shout in the throes of unbelievable sex with Janks and his stupid large penis.

But then again, it might not be Mack he had to worry about.

[Mackenzie Leveaux]

She tried to dart away, and felt an arm go about her waist. "Hey! You're going to spill the liquor!" she protested, trying to jam her elbow into Janks' jugular.

And Jaro wasn't helping.

[Daniel Jankovich]

Janks' grip loosened only partially as he gurgled for a second after being elbowed in the fucking throat. With his free hand he grabbed the bottle to prevent her from spilling it, and hopefully he might drunkenly toss it to Jaro. If he could wrestle it free.

First and foremost, he kept his face in the crook of Mack's neck to prevent her having access to his neck again.

[Mackenzie Leveaux]

"God damn it, I need that!" she shouted, as the bottle slipped free of her hands.