sixthiteration | Test Drive 20 (August & September)

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Prompts

Happy anniversary, villagers! Buckle up!

HEAT WAVE - Poor you. All you were trying to do was get yourself a little something to eat from the kitchen at the inn. Maybe you cooked it up yourself (The inn does, after all, have an electric stove — FANCY!), or maybe you just grabbed some leftovers. By accident or on purpose, you ended up with way more RED SALT in there than you maybe should have, and this is no ordinary seasoning. Whether you like things eye-wateringly spicy or not, it's August, you're sweating buckets, and it's only getting worse.

SKUNK DRUNK - Isn't that just the way? You're out and about, minding your own business, and you get sprayed by a BROWN SKUNK. The good news? It doesn't stink like a normal skunk. The also possibly good news, depending on who you ask? You're now in for about 5 hours of being very, very friendly. (Just remember to keep the test drive PG!)

BRAIN CANDY - Whether you made it to the anniversary party or not, you've gotten your hands on a piece of leftover candy from the big bash. Careful, though, these treats are more than meets the eye: Whatever COLOR it was, you've now taken on the associated personality traits. (Not the power, just the traits.) At least it only lasts 10 minutes.

WILDCARD - Choose your own adventure. Maybe play powers roulette.

Texts

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He keeps eating absently, because if there's a bowl in front of him, he'll take what he can get. He's learned not to assume that there will always be food, which is why he's staring at Jake without flinching or blinking as they talk.

Cougar coaxes Jake towards him with his fingers and a nod, wanting to do a few quick tests to make sure the red salt didn't do something severe to his idiot friend, but he'll need hands on him to do it.

It's ideas like that which got Jake in trouble in the first place. Remember that Cougar. And while Jake knows he should eat, he's agitated and cranky. Both from what happened but more than that? How he reacted. The only saving grace? No cameras in this place.

He moves to step closer, shrugging as he shakes his head. "It's no big deal. It'll pass, you know? A good night's sleep and all."

When Jake is close enough, Cougar reaches out to yank him the rest of the way with a leg before he relents and lets him go, holding up a spoon of mashed potatoes like it's normal to have to feed your teammate who forgets to do it for himself.

With Jake, that is the truth. "Eat," is all he says, his other hand pressing flat and cool to Jake's neck to test his temperature. It's come down, he's fine, but he doubts that he'll actually feel it for a little, so better to eat something first.

Jake yelps, a playful shocked sound. Not that he isn't used to Cougar putting Jake where he needs him. Doesn't mean the sound doesn't come with it. He makes a face, but takes the bite though he looks fairly petulant about it as he eats it.

"I'll be fine. I was an idiot. I acted stupid. I'll be fine. Just in my head," he says, figuring that is probably true. But he doesn't move away, waiting for another bite to come.

Cougar digs the spoon into the potatoes again, a heaping portion what he holds out next, which is probably too much for anyone, but he's watched Jake eat things before. He knows exactly how big that mouth is, exactly the shape of it, and exactly what it can do.

It's definitely given him an idea or two, he'll put it that way. "Not your worst," is what Cougar says instead with a smirk, seeing as it had definitely been far from it.

Jake does have a talented mouth! For eating food that isn't meant for single bite consumption, and taking faster and longer than is likely okay for anyone. So he takes the bite, though it does stop him from talking for a bit.

Especially with that comment.

He makes a face, eyes wide and glaring. Kind of glaring, at least the best he can.

Finally swallowing, giving him a look. "No recounting my greatest hits, thank you." It isn't even his top one involving nudity so... "Also, you're lucky I was hurting or you would have been so taken down in the river. Just saying."

Cougar's not an idiot, he knows this. Nodding, he has to think that if Jake were at his full fighting capacity, he'd have been put down in a way that would have him maybe slapping the ground for mercy. Lucky for him, Jake hadn't been at full strength and now he gets to sit on the counter and feed him potatoes.

Not a bad day, even if the entertainment had been Jake stripping naked to get into the river. "Prove it," Cougar says instead of something wise and cautious, because maybe he likes living on the dangerous side.

Course there was that challenge, and he can't help but to smile at that. Leaning in, all bravado and attitude that he didn't really have entirely but could play at with Cougar. When he felt comfortable and happy.

"I don't need to prove it. It's known," he says, smirking crookedly. "I mean, unless you want me to take you down."

Cougar thinks that if he played dirty, he could get out of it.

Then again, this is a man who cheats to win a card game, so would he sink so low to also cheat and win something as small and little as a brawl with a friend? Yes, obviously. His smirk says it all and he gives Jake a nod of his head, like he's daring him to try.

"You can try," he offers, but the implication that he might not like what happens next lives in those words.

"Oh. Well then." Smiling then as he shifts, just a half step back before reaching to take the bowl and spoon from Cougar's hands. "You won't be needing these, right? Wouldn't want to break them."

He set them on the counter, considering his options before glancing slightly up. "Want to get rid of the hat now or take your chances?" He's hedging, and he knows it, but he's not backing down.

Cougar raises his brows when it looks like they're going to be fighting right now, which is more than he expected. Shifting to adjust his hat (not remove it), he thinks this is a pointed enough comment on how he thinks his chances will go.

Bowl set aside, he does think that he's taking a chance, but pries himself off the counter to get himself on the floor, smirking at him. "Okay," is all he says, making a 'come at me' gesture that he knows won't be mistaken for anything else.

Jake rolls his head on his shoulders, giving his body a shake as if trying to loosen himself up. Then that hat goes nowhere, and he kind of stills. Nodding though, moving to brace his feet, making a huge show of getting ready to take Cougar down.

Except, as he kind of feints forward, he stops. Close, almost pressed against Cougar, and it's as if his mind utterly catches up with him and where he is, who he is against. His mouth suddenly goes dry, eyes widening.

"It wouldn't be fair, you know. In case I hurt your hands." Yep, that's it.

Cougar has never flinched against anything and he doesn't start now against Jake, waiting until the man is inches from him, coming at him, and only then does he flick his eyebrows up just a little like he isn't impressed at all. He smirks, even, and raises both hands between them, as if to say 'these hands?'

He's not wanting to get beat down, but he's also a little too stubborn to give up without at least a bit of a taunt. "You're sure?" he asks, when Jake seems convinced that Cougar is going to end up mauled if they keep going.

And there are no words for Jake to explain it either. Here he is thinking about the water, Cougar's body against his own, imagining what is about to happen and realizing that while his motives to play may be good, the thoughts he's suddenly having are not. They're wrong, and it's not fair to Cougar.

Because no matter how Jake is starting to realize how he feels about Cougar, he knows Cougar. He knows the man he is, and the woman he finds attractive. Jake doesn't qualify in any way, shape, or form.

He manages a smile, that's tight and crooked and wrong though he's trying and snorts as he rolls his eyes. "Look man, it's not right of me to obliterate you. In the kitchen of all places. Others could walk in," he points out. Sure, that's it.

Cougar lets his gaze slide over Jake and he thinks maybe he knows where this is coming from. Does he want to let Jake run wild with it forever? No, but there's also no point in changing anything right now, so he gives a simple nod of his head and thinks that he can let this go. He can let Jake save face.

Later, he'll correct him about some issues, but for now, he can play along. "I think yes, it would be rude," he agrees, deciding to use these 'other people' as a reason. "No fight today. Tomorrow, though..." He gives Jake a determined nod of his head.

It will happen, he knows that much.

In the end, it's not even thinking about losing that bothers Jake, and he knows he would lose. He would lose because the moment he felt strong hands on his wrists and Cougar's body against his own, there is no way he's going to do anything but wrap himself as best he can around Cougar. And probably beg. Begging may be the least embarrassing sound he might make.

"What? Right. Sure. Tomorrow. You got it." He nods, smiling widely. Yep, this isn't going to get awkward, not at all. "Besides, you helped save me today. I owe you," he says, nodding as if that answers that.

Cougar gives Jake a dubious look. He really doubts the red salt would've killed Jake, but then, he also has a bad habit of getting very hyperbolic about the things happening to him, so maybe he would have worked himself into a frenzy where he did think that he was going to die.

It is Jake. Stranger things have happened. "Owe what?" he prods, because he's curious what Jake might offer him in exchange for saving his life. This could be good.

He's playing this up. Yep, to make this all okay and not look stupid... er than it already was. But it means not making admissions and not sounding like a fool. Okay, he knows he does sound stupid but maybe it wouldn't be obvious why.

"Uhmmmm... " Okay now he's realizes he's talked himself into a corner. Shit. "You name the terms." Okay, he knows he's screwed and he isn't sure how to talk himself out of it. He's very nearly at a loss for words, mostly because his mind is still on wrestling.

Cougar smirks as he thinks about all the things that he could get out of Jake for this. He could get food, he could get backrubs, he could probably even get all the sweets that Jake finds or the liquor. That's not what he wants, though. What he wants is something that he's been playing a long game for (and, admittedly, is happening now mostly because the unit is disbanded).

Is he planning to announce it now?

No.

"You'll see," is all he says, intending to collect on that life-oweing favour when Jake least expects it and he smirks as he thinks about how good it's going to be when it happens.

"Oh. No. That's not at all threatening or slightly terrifying," Jake says, rolling his eyes. Though he's not entirely teasing, there is a seriousness there that he can't hide. Though much as perhaps he should be afraid, he can't bring himself to truly be fearful. It's Cougar, after all.

"I would like to keep the hair on my head, thank you. And on my face," he adds, giving him a look. "And don't give me that look. I am immune to that and know just how deadly it is. So don't think I'm falling for that."

Cougar just grins a little bigger when Jake starts talking more, talks like he's actually worried. He's already calculating exactly what he plans to do, but Jake will just have to wait and see. It's okay, though. He suspects that Jake is going to eventually like what Cougar has in store for him.

He might even be grateful to that awful experience with the red salt, but that's for him to decide later.

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