Bonjour! Welcome to ze tavern, chere. Do sit down, we'll be right weeth you in a moment! What is zat?
We're ze Baudelaire triplets, also known as ze 'Bimbettes'. We're ze "ladies" some men refer to. We'll be your waitresses for tonight!
Don't hesitate to ask anything, we don't bite chere.
Aimee = red bimbette
Desiree = yellow bimbette
Fleur = green bimbette
Independent roleplayer - I do not own any images or gifs posted unless stated otherwise - Tag me as thebimbettes - Multiverse shipper! -
Active since 5 May 2011
- 1: Hot, Steamy kiss
- 2: Cheek Kiss
- 3: Nose Kiss
- 4: Forehead Kiss
- 5: Firm Kiss
- 6: Gentle Peck
- 7: Romantic Kiss
- 8: Eyelid Kiss
- 9: Jawline Kiss
- 10: Neck Kiss
- 11: Collarbone Kiss
- 12: Chest Kiss
- 13: Stomach Kiss
- 14: Kiss Along the Hips
- 15: Kiss in the Rain
- 16: Upside-Down Kiss
- 17: Goofy Kiss
- 18: Underwater Kiss
- 19: Forceful Kiss
- 20: Any of the Above
- 21: Then there’s tongue
James and his buddies were sitting at the table beside the one Aimee was ‘attending to.’ He was a bit bored and it showed. He looked around and spotted the stripper at the table beside theirs. There was something very familiar about her.
She almost looked like the woman he’d collided with earlier that morning and had seen again by the mailboxes. Then again, she could just be a stripper he had seen last night. It wasn’t as though he was in his right mind.
Unfortunately, one of his buddies caught him staring at her and took it to mean he wanted a lap dance from her. “Hey sweet thing, over here.”
James looked up in horror as he caught his friend’s devious grin. “no no it’s fine I don’t want one.”
“My buddy here is a bit.. uptight.” His friend tucked a fifty into her bra with a wink.
She wanted to sit. Or better, go home. With a freshly earned $25 tucked away in her bra she tilted her head when she heard the man at the next table call her over. Walking slowly, swaying with her hips she went over.
No sooner the $50 was tucked into her bra, and Aimee grinned, tilting her head. “Of course, honey.” She bit her lower lip and went to bat her lashes at the buddy and - NO.
No way. Not him. Please, please not him, please let someone save her from this embarrassment. Out of all the men to come here, why did it had to be her neighbor?! He didn’t look too happy; she had to admit that.
Until then she wasn’t aware of her possibly shocked expression, She sighed and relaxed, put on one of her plastic smiles and straightened her shoulders as she adjusted the strap of her bra, as if it were her excuse to look so shocked. Mask on, feelings off. “Shall we try to loosen you up a bit, then?” she purred, moving to James.
I always feel that while there might be a crapload there for the person to work with, I feel it might not be enough. This is especially played up when the person can fly through other threads no problem while mine is just sitting there waiting to be replied to. (Which is silly to assume, I know but it’s still that prevailing feeling)
“Serves you right indeed,” he laughed, sighing as he rubbed his hand down over his face. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever accidentally eaten a member of my crew before.”
“For their sake, I realle hope you deedn’t.” Fleur reached over for her glass and frowned upon discovering it was empty. “Can I get you anyzeeng else?” she asked as she put her glass down again.
“I’m not sure that I want to ask for food after that conversation,” he chuckled, holding the wine bottle up questioningly - silently checking whether she wanted any more.
Fleur laughed. “I don’t blame you.” When he held up the bottle she put up a hand. “No zank you - Maybe another time, when I’m not workeeng.” she declined. “I’d rather not get drunk on a sheeft.” she grinned.
There was only so long that he could keep the jest up for, and as he watched her expression grow gradually more horrified, he suddenly burst out laughing. “Okay, okay, I’m joking!” he reassured her - leaning back in his chair and covering his eyes as he laughed helplessly. “I’m sorry, that was cruel…”
Fleur narrowed her eyes. “You-” A smile cracked on her face and she too started to laugh. holding her side. “Oh- Oh, zat ees a good one!” She shook her head and wiped a tear away from her eye. “Oh my, well, serves me right for ze snails, I guess.”
“Serves you right indeed,” he laughed, sighing as he rubbed his hand down over his face. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever accidentally eaten a member of my crew before.”
“For their sake, I realle hope you deedn’t.” Fleur reached over for her glass and frowned upon discovering it was empty. “Can I get you anyzeeng else?” she asked as she put her glass down again.
I’m crazily in love with pickles-and-eggs and princeofsyracuse. Not only is it great to see such an under-appreciated and older fandom being revived, but they’re incredible RPers, and hilarious to watch interacting with each other.
//What who wrote this? Come clean and let me love you, dear heart!
