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[anotheroldfashioned]

[Someone has heard Rasha's voice, but for Don - well. Loving himself is pretty much par for the course.]

So back in my time we have this thing called the Mickey Mouse club. A whole bunch of kids who sing and dance about Mickey Mouse. He's got a song.

Who's the leader of the club
that's made for you and me
M I C - K E Y M O U S E

And so on, and so forth. he's a talking mouse and he's Disney is amazing. He's pretty damn fantastic. He's not as great as I am but he's still pretty damn good. Where was I.

Anyway this boy band thing for those who are curious seems like the Mickey Mouse club and all of you look stupid in your hats and T-shirts. No class. No style. Nobody has any idea what class or style looks like and the only thing you have to turn to is my era. We defined it.

We peaked in the 60s. I'm at the peak. All there is to it, but I thought I'd provide some insight. Namely that. Children are dumb. And that's what this is.

[OOC: for anyone who wants to find Don, he'll be strutting around in his nicest 1960s cut suit at 100% Thot level 2 clubs flirting with anyone who gets close. Leave some action tags for him.]

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[herbmixing]

Oh no...I think I can picture it already.

[ She'd worked with police officers. She knew about men that made you embarrassed for other men. Thinking about it caused a melancholy to wash over her...they were all gone, too. All but for the small handful of survivors. ]

I don't really know them. I shouldn't judge.

[anotheroldfashioned]

...Awfully polite of you. I always thought women were okay with gossip but people here ...well.

I guess they just need to learn. People always need to learn.

It's okay to judge a little bit.

[herbmixing]

That's funny. You're the second person to tell me that here.

[ That it was okay to judge a bit, that is. ]

Maybe it's a Midwestern thing. Or just my experience. Mom always told me you never really know what someone else's life is like. I've been gossiped about enough myself that I don't really want to encourage it.

[anotheroldfashioned]

[He was raised in the midwest and plenty of people judged. Maybe he was just lucky.]

...You're nicer then a lot of people I've met from the midwest Ms. Chambers.

[winscenario]

[ Jim's plenty direct himself, but that doesn't mean he likes to rush. He likes to take his time, enjoy ever moment he gets, and unlike their first time together, right now there's no urge burning inside him, so eager to fuck that he can barely savor the moment.

And oh, he plans to savor, alright. ]

Don't worry, Don. I know what I'm doing. [ He flicks his gaze up to meet Don's, winking at him. His tongue flattens against the head of Don's dick, still rubbing and teasing over the fabric of his underwear. ]

Just relax and enjoy. I'll be the one to take care of you, this time...

[anotheroldfashioned]

[He lies back, groaning. He has excellent control and his cock remains flaccid, twitching, like an animal waiting to investigate something new.

He doesn't have to clothes. This is degenerate behavior - he's seen Betty do this for years - they once did this in the theater but this is new and different and exciting and he can be degenerate. He doesn't have to apologize for being bad.

And honestly when Kirk says he wants to take care of him a tender smile crosses his face - like in the early days of all of his relationships. I don't want to fuck this up.

And for once he could believe that thanks to all concerned he could avoid it. Avoid fucking this up. See him, do things. HE wouldn't berate him. And no one back home needed to know.

He let out a low groan.]

That feels so good.

[winscenario]

[ Don's dick is still a little flaccid, but that's something Jim can easily fix. Mouthing over the bulge a few more times, hungry and eager, he finally pulls back so he can peel the underwear down too.

He didn't get nearly as close a look, the last time he and Don had sex. And it's been a while, too. So a smile spreads on his lips when he's reminded of how big he is, a faint little fluster spreading across his cheeks, body already thrumming in anticipation, remembering well how good it felt to have Don buried inside him.

Fingers curling around the base, Jim uses his thumb to lift the length, rubbing against the underside as he licks a stripe up to the tip, swirling around the slit before he wraps his lips around the crown, sucking hard. ]

[hatejakku]

[ Finn shrugs and takes a bite, still pretty confused... But then he pauses and looks down at the candy. ]

I've never tasted something like this before.

[ Instead of awed, he looks even more confused. But then it turns into a smile he gives to Don. ] It's good. You have this back home?

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<small>[ Finn shrugs and takes a bite, still pretty confused... But then he pauses and looks down at the candy. ]</small>

I've never tasted something like this before.

<small>[ Instead of awed, he looks even more confused. But then it turns into a smile he gives to Don. ]</small> It's good. You have this back home? <small[ Maybe too sweet for him to eat it all, but he likes it a lot. ]</small>

[herbmixing]

You're just saying that. But thanks.

You seem pretty nice yourself, now you're not bragging so hard.

[torsion]

So, what's your point? You've got an idea where you mean to go with all of this, so just out with it.

You've got my attention.

[anotheroldfashioned]

[He's jealous of his kids.

The notion hits him like a gut punch. His kids get a normal childhood. His childhood was dirt and chores and bruises.

He's a terrible father.]

...No parent really truly likes cartoons.

[He does. He loves movies. He loves radio. He likes media. It's an escape from the hell of the world but he's also a grown man and no grown man should enjoy things like this.

It was for him.]

I need a drink.

[anotheroldfashioned]

Somebody crawled in my head. Feels like I got knocked around. Or had one too many.

What's your name?

[prodigalmess]

[ Well, this took a turn. It's especially strange to Malcolm since he can't see the guy's expression. Is he shitting him or is it genuine? ]

I actually liked that one too, but I like birds, so.

What company did you work for back home? Were you a talent agent?

[anotheroldfashioned]

[Things are hitting him hard during this little excursion.]

Yeah? How about that.

[He's on firmer ground here.]

I'm in ads. Advertising I should say. I doubt you've heard of our firm - Sterling Cooper. We represent people. Been behind some of your favorite products. Kodak, Clearasil, Platex...

[herbmixing]

It's Rebecca. Rebecca Chambers.

Are you feeling nauseous or anything? Did you drink or suffer any head injuries recently?

text; un: no

[terribletwos]

you know the king/

[ He's probably missed a good portion of the rest of this post since that first part really stood out. He's never been as close to the King as Sora and the others, but it's still weird to hear someone he doesn't know talk about him. ]

YASSSSSS.

[anotheroldfashioned]

...Who? What King?

[Oh poor Sora. This is about to break your brain.]

You mean Disney? Some people call him Hollywood's King. And no I don't. Disney's not letting outside agencies take contracts for their work.


[booooooo. Someone is bitter.]

[anotheroldfashioned]

Just a couple of drinks to get through that stupid concert for a client.

Trust me. I can hold my liquor.

[herbmixing]

[ That's what all the alcoholics say, Don... ]

Right. Don't go too crazy.

So I've introduced myself now. What's your name?

[anotheroldfashioned]

[What no. Never. He can totally handle it just don't ask Peggy or BEtty about that]

Don Draper.

It's a pleasure Ms. Chambers. An honest pleasure.

[herbmixing]

Same here, Mr Draper.

Sorry if I'm a little nosy. I'm a medic, so I wouldn't want this to be an untreated concussion or anything. Big changes in behaviour can happen after sustaining a head injury, and there's sure been a lot of chances for those lately.

[anotheroldfashioned]

It's Don. I mean I'm nothing if not friendly for the sake of friendship.

Nope. Just high blood pressure according to my Doctor but what the hell do doctors know.

[prodigalmess]

[ That makes a lot of sense. The profile starts to take more shape. ]

Interesting. So that's kind of what you do for a living: try to make people feel a certain way so that they'll buy products.

[terribletwos]

[ What's Disney? What's Hollywood? What do any of these words mean? ]

i don't know what disney or hollywood is. but you were talking about mickey like you know him. you said he has a song about him/

[ Though it's kind of bizarre to hear someone talk so irreverently about the King. Saying stuff like they're better than him. ]

[herbmixing]

Follow your doctor's advice, please. They know a lot more than you.