Duffy Does!? Sex Wars! (for MetalHeadBard)

Duffy had been out drinking late. This was nothing new for the scottish brawler and it would have been more of a surprise if she hadn't been out drinking. She had drank a little more than usual which was a substantial amount and instead of heading back to her apartment, she decided to walk back to the AFW facility. However, instead of reaching the complex for the Friction league, she had meandered and wound up on the Sex Wars campurs. It was late at night and she still had half of a six back in her hand with one of them in her other hand she had a beer can that she was gulping down. Tossing the beer can she looked around.

"Shite A think A'm aff th' gleg a wee." She muttered in her drunken scottish. She tossed the beer can down and ran her hand through her hair. "An I gotta pisser creepin..." She looked around and slid behind a bush and leaned against the wall of the dorm. She then rehached down undid her pants and let them drop to the floor. She then rolled her panties down and stepped out of them and without a thought or even bending down a bit, began takibg a piss like she was a guy out in a forrest, not giving a thought or care that she could be caught or that she shouldn't be doing it.

"God dammit." Dex muttered as his third match in a row broke. "I should really get a lighter." He frowned, taking another match and striking it. This time, it didn't break. Lighting the cigarette that had been in his lips far too long, he took a long drag, letting the smoke release slowly, sighing with content. Dex propped his back up against the wall, right under the "No Smoking" Sign. Since when did Dex give a shit about rules?

Dex heard the clanging sound of metal hitting the floor. He strolled down the hallway to investigate. Rounding a corner, he saw what appeared to be a women, and a rather pretty women at that, well, if she wasn't taking a piss that was. "Nature calls eh?" He said laughing. "You got the right idea, its bad for you if you hold it in." He smirked leaning against the wall, smoking his cigarette, fully aware that he was watching this chick take a piss.

Duffy wasn't startled when she heard the man speak up. She turned her head and looked at him, not breaking stream. She apparently didn't care that she was being watched or was used to it. Probably a little bit of both.

"Fuck." She said as she wiggled her butt and finished up, stepping aside and pulling her pants up. "A'm nae gonna piss me briches." She said and picked up her half a six pack. She pulled one off and popped it open with one hand and take a long drink, a little dribbling down her chin.

She tossed the half empty, open can at Dex. "Ye hae an ee til starin at lasses doin their business?" She questions. "That mak yer bullocks buldge?" She said as she grinned and walked towards him with a drunken swagger.

Dex caught the half empty can nimbly. He downed the rest of the contents smiling when he was done. "Nice stuff." He smirked. "And no, watching chicks piss doesn't get me off. Wrestling them does." He smirked more as she swaggered twoards him. "Speaking of which, you are in "Boys Territory", or so they call it." He laughed. "That means, I get to have a match with you." He frowned a bit, eyeing her up and down. "Though, I would rather go out to a pub with you, then wrestle you."

He turned around, taking off his jacket and his white wife beater under it. Tossing them aside he turned back to the drunken girl. "How about a Dominate Sex match. And afterwards, perhaps we can hit that pub." He winked.

(Sorry it too me so long to reply today, the site was being very slow for me for some reason.)

Duffy threw the last two beers to the ground at Dex's comment. "Nae, it's shite!" She declared. "A would nae serve it tae a swamper but it gets the job done A 'spose." Dex's next words however caused her face to brighten up. "Ye dunna say?" She said as she brought her knuckles up and cracked them. She listened to his explanaition, not really knowing why he needed a reason to drink and not really understanding why he was going on about with these rules but it didn't seem to matter to the scot.

"A dunna cock th wee finger wi just anyone..." She said as she stood right in front of him. While Duffy did actually drink with anyone, she had been drinking all night and was far more interested in getting into her second favorite past time: fighting. "A hae nae clue what that means." She said asking him to explain the rules. "But it sounds like yer askin fer a fuck an a row in one go." She flashed a smile. "Am a gunna hae ta wank ye off an rearrange yer gob all in one go right 'ere?" She asked not even really caring if he said yes. Maybe if ye can hold yer own we can byde a wee fer a tipple."