Sierra is sad and her eyes are watering. I dare slide a bit closer and put my arm around her shoulder. She shrugs it off immediately, and I slide to the side again as she glares at me.
"I can handle it, I'm an adult! I don't know you, don't hug me like that! I'm married! I mean, I have a boyfriend!" she snaps angrily.
I smirk mischeviously as she lectures me. Meanwhile, Cleo points outside the room.
"Miss Self-Proclaimed Sociopath, just go away. We need to cope properly, you laughed." Cleo says with stern, bitter amusement. No laughter, just a smile like you've dealt with this sociopath for years, and sometimes they're funny to you.
I leave willingly, putting out on the cigarette on the way. I manage to walk a city block's worth of the bunker before seeing my first real flirtation target. Based on looks alone, he is a rich man or classified as spoiled rich kid based on his high end brand clothes such as nike sneakers, but he is wearing a three piece suit. Logic dictates this could be his court case suit, but if he is a bored rich kid, that is good for me. He wants to flirt too based on the outfit alone.
He is average height, 5'8. With short blonde hair that hangs bit a wildly, but is just at the start of being even considered medium length. I only see his back for the moment, but he's got a decent butt and good muscles. He's just like, an average exercise guy, cruiserweight or light heavyweight at best. His muscles seem good through the tightness of his suit that he enjoys showing off his muscles for one. And for two, they are not freakish. There are still cute amounts of fat to them. So we play lover ball now.
I do a mix of light jogging and bunny steps or some crap where I dance somewhat daintily with footwork to hook myself and be in front of him. I smile like a bored princess trying to flirt with princes.
"Hey sunshine, I think we're both bored here. Want to talk with someone new?" I ask warmly.
He is befuddled, and amused. He thinks I'm attractive at least, but he's overwhelmed by how forceful of an anime girl entrance I did.
"Um… sure, I have a few minutes. What's up?" New Friend? asks nervously.
"I'm August Caeser, most important for me on role cards is that I'm the step daughter of Cleo, owner of the bunker. I'm a civilian by the way." August says warmly.
He smirks at me, and offers his hand.
"You're smart and honest. I like that. I'm a bit… high ranking to say the least, so I can't talk too hard. And I'm married. But I'll see ya around, sunshine." Businessman? says warmly, with some slight sadness.
I shake his hand, overly enjoying the feeling of a man's hand. But businessmen and soldiers know why this is sad. He isn't gonna talk hard to me ever. He is a man to fantasize about now.
We finish shaking hands and-
"I have to go. I'm a secretive type. But due to your stepmom, you will see me a bit soft. So we'll be nice to each other." Businessman? says warmly.
"Thank you. I appreciate your service." I say lovingly.
I pour it out for a foreign concept in my head that is Groomer God and his soldiers of the American Government. He blushes, and just walks by quietly. I decide to turn around and do a new route altogether. Why? I don't want to stalk the potential soldier or general.
It isn't long until I run into Jesse, who is doing a basic leak fix to me. Applying some gauze or pad to the pipe, and melting the edges lightly into the pipe with a lighter. A casual chat this time.
"Hey Jesse, I hope you're doing well." I say warmly.
I don't even stop walking. It's casual business from him as well.
"Yeah, just working. I'll see ya around, August." he says, warm and quick.
I walk by him, and just hope he stares at my ass as I walk by. Does it matter? No, unless he's bored as a polyamorous man, and even then it barely matters. Why? Physically, I'm the black version of his wife. At least in terms of boobs and butt. I'm chubbier than her, but barely. She has a flatter stomach, but my legs are thicker, It's basically a debate on slim thick versus sexy petite athletic women.
At least to a bored sociopath of lust. Charisma admits I have to beat his wife or girlfriend or whatever on a charisma warfare, which admits on body types, it barely matters if he loves his wife cause she's close to if not the same rank in terms of total points for hotness.
And honestly my ultimate win here is polyamory, so we illegally entertain them both. For my illegal boner or wet pussy. Whatever they call it all day. Is it soaked? I'm soaked for this then.
Anyway, I see something fun around the corner. A freaking, what the fuck?
Is that a japanese dojo? With wood swords on the shelf. The Machivellian Politican of Family Matters in me admits this could be a sacred area for japanese people or accepted weebs only based on how we are in a American bunker and this is a japanese dojo. I am bored whore, we will take lecture for playing with wooden in exchange for bare minimum, having a flirtatious argument with controlling dojo owner who is the most likely to be fuckable as a bored machivelli weeb girl who wants to fuck a man of political power. Which at literal first glance, is the dojo owner.
So I am bored, I enter the room easily, thank god. And begin playing with the wooden swords. I am so bored, I do dual wielding from the start even though I know in Japan I'm slightly offending them as typical dual wielding is done with a wakizashi. Do I care? Japanese anarchy says no, I'm seen anime characters use dual wielding. It's just tradition telling you're a f@gget. So who cares? It adds to the cuteness of the lecture when we have a debate on what the length of your second blade should be alone if he gets that way for some reason.
After twenty minutes of practicing by myself, one excited young man shows up with two suits of fencing armor.
"Yo hot chick! You're actually good at swordplay, I thought I was gonna be bored all day! Fence with me please, I'm so bored!" Rich Swordsman says with too much excitement.
Now he's the bored anime man meme. Rich man sports meme just happened and I love it. I just approach him, casually dropping the sticks. And smiling happily with well… I start energetic, but lover machivelli gets bored. So she tries to do the slut walk or whatever I call it where I walk slower than normal just to show off the goods. Swaying a bit unnaturally to show off the hip or whatever.
He likes it a bit much as I approach.
"I will fence with you, thanks for the armor bud. Hopefully it fits. Do I need your help with it?" I ask warmly with great glee.
I smile brightly as I start trying to figure it out.
"I admit it's a bit easier, but you can figure it out by yourself. At worst, I need to tie up strings in annoying spots for ya." He says warmly. "My name's Adol by the way."
I offer my hand to shake, and he takes it gladly. It's an energetic sportsman shake to me, as he's rough with glee at the sight of a new opponent to have fun with. I love it.
I'm bored enough already to ruin it. I blow him a kiss and flirt heavily.
"You're the best boyfriend material already based on how we both practice swordplay." I flirt happily.
He smiles a bit nervously, but is still pleased.
"I'll give you my phone number after this hang out session then if it goes well." Adol says happily.