#a lot of railroads relish in how suggestive things sound and look

[catenary-chad]

I love the contrast in train technical presentations where you’ll have very calm serious ones and then Joe Blow with his phone camera explaining why you shouldn’t jerk stiff angle cocks. A completely SFW sentence about air brake valves, you don’t want accidental brake release due to air coming in unevenly.

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Is it ok if i request railroad people react to sole going on a assassination mission (like having to assassinate a member of the L&L gang secretly) and posing as a prostitute/stripper and showing them their outfit?

Deacon: “Well, don’t tell me that you went and got all dressed up for me?”

They laugh and strike a pose for him, leaning back against the wall with heavily exaggerated bedroom eyes. “Do you like it?”

His eyes run up their legs, over that glorious ass, and up their chest to their eyes. God, it really leaves nothing to the imagination, does it? “I think it’s your best yet.”

They laugh and smack him lightly on the arm. “Perv.”

“Hey,” he says indignantly. “You asked, I answered.” He folds his arms and pretends to pout. “But I can’t believe you get to be the fake prostitute and I have to be a pimp.”

They laugh again and lean over to adjust his tie. “Oh, come on, Deacon. I’m sure you’ve been the fake prostitute enough times to want a break. It can’t be that much fun.”

“Speak for yourself.” He shoots them a wink over the top of his sunglasses.

“You just like people to stare at your ass.”

He’s really grinning, then, because damn but they’re feisty today. “Maybe so. Is that against the law?”

“Not at all.” They push off the wall, slightly unsteady in shoes that don’t quite fit. “I’ve got to go talk to Dez, make sure the mission plan’s been solidified.” They slap him on the butt as they go by and give a highly suggestive wink. “I’ll see you on the streets.”

He laughs and smacks them back. “I’ll be seeing more of you than you’re seeing of me.”

Desdemona: “Are you sure that this is the best idea, Dez?”

She sighs and lights another cigarette, flicking the old one to the side. “Unless you want to watch Deacon parade around in a stripper outfit for the rest of the week, yes. I’ve seen enough of him for a lifetime.”

They hum behind the curtain, clearly displeased. “I don’t know. This doesn’t seem to be working out.”

“Let me see,” she says, and mentally cringes at how awful that must sound.

Nonetheless, the curtain opens, and there they stand. Their arms are folded across their chest, and their face is clearly unhappy. Her eyes practically devour them, but she coughs and tries not to stare.

“You look great.” Great? Really? That’s what she wanted to go with?

“I feel naked.” They look longingly at their pile of armor and weapons in the corner.

“That’s the idea. You’re disguised as a stripper, sole, not a nun.”

They snort a little at that. “Maybe I should disguise myself as a nun. It might be effective.”

“I vote sexy nun,” Deacon says, poking his head into the room. His eyes run over sole, and he gives them finger guns. “Looking good.”

“Deacon.” Dez points to the door with some force. “Out.”

“Is that jealousy I hear?” sole teases once he’s gone, and she feels her face get even redder.

“No, I just-” she stands hurriedly. “Just finish your mission and hurry back.”

Sole’s laughter, unfortunately, follows her retreating back.

Drummer Boy: “Psst.”

It comes from the shadows, and he’s almost not certain he heard it at first.

“Psst.”

A second-time piques his interest, and he goes to investigate. It sounds like it’s coming from the shooting range.

“Over here.”

They’re tucked into a dark alcove. There’s a blanket wrapped around their shoulders, and they look at him with almost fearful eyes.

“I need you to convince Dez to let Deacon be the fake prostitute instead.”

“Why?”

“I’m…” They looked away. “I’m not sure I’ll pull it off.”

“Look,” he says, trying to focus on them and not run through his to-do list. “I’m sure you’ll do great. What’s the big deal?”

“The outfit,” they hiss.

“Why? You have to know that you’re attractive.”

“Oh for God’s sake.”

They throw off the blanket, and he almost chokes. For the first time since he’s joined the Railroad, he can’t think of a single thing he needs to do. All he can do is stare.

“That bad, huh?”

“That good,” he manages. “I am never suggesting Deacon be a fake prostitute ever again.”

Glory: She lets out a long, low whistle as she prowls around them, sizing up the new outfit, relishing in the blush that dusts their cheeks. She can see their fingers twitch at their side, some urge to cover themself kicking in, and before they can she snatches their wrist.

“Damn.” She lets her eyes linger on their body a little longer. “You are looking good.”

“I don’t know. I think it’s a little too much.”

“Don’t be absurd. It’s perfect. I just wish I was on this mission with you, now. That’d be a lot more fun than just sitting here thinking about you.”

They’re bright red, and it’s all she can do to not laugh. “Um, better luck next time, I guess. Maybe you’ll get lucky…”

“Oh, I’m hoping to.”

They seem to suddenly realize the double entendre in their words because they try to hide their face behind their hands. Unfortunately for them, Glory is still holding their wrists. They tug once, futilely, before giving up.

“Glory, I don’t see why you’re making such a big deal out of it.” They’ve decided to go the mature route to try to escape. “It’s just a costume for a mission. I don’t think you need to be this way.”

“To the contrary,” she purrs. “Sure, it’s just a costume, but it does happen to be-” she lets her eyes sweep them again. “Revealing. And I most certainly like what I see.”

They choke a little and finally succeed in wrenching their hands free. “I really need to get going.”

“Aw, that’s a shame. I’d have liked to see a little more of you.”

“Bye, Glory!” They shout, fleeing in embarrassment, and she lets herself laugh.

Tom: “Tom.”

Sole’s practically purring in his ear, and he gives them an acknowledging hum. “Just a second.”

“Are you really going to make me wait?” Their breath brushes against his ear, hot and heavy, and he shivers a little.

“I just need one second, okay?” He whispers under his breath, “Come on, baby. Please work.”

“Tom.” Their voice is irritated, now. “Turn around.”

“One second-”

They grab his shoulder and turn him by force, and he stumbles a bit with surprise. He takes another step back when he sees them, all dressed up or, rather the opposite. They seem mostly undressed to him.

“I- well- you-” He stammers, not sure what to say.

“Like it?” They laugh, low and seductive. “I thought you might.”

“Wow,” he finally breathes, and they laugh again, a real laugh this time. “You look great.”

“Yeah? I think so, too.” They spin around to give him a nice, clear shot of their ass. “I could use some help fastening the back, though.

He swallows hard, and his fingers shake just a little as he fiddles with the tiny buttons. His mouth is dry. He knows they’re doing this, teasing him on purpose, but honestly? He doesn’t really mind.

“Do you, uh, think you’ll be doing a lot of these jobs in the future?” He tries not to sound too hopeful.

“I don’t know. Why, did you want me too?” Their eyes tell him he’s caught, and he tries to backtrack.

“It’s just that- Well, it plays to your strengths. Stealth. Killing. All that.”

They laugh one last time and lean over to peck him on the cheek. “You’re cute, Tom. But I have to go. Dez wants to review the mission details one last time.”

They stroll away, casual as ever. For his part, Tom really does try to not stare at their butt.

He fails, of course, but it’s the thought that counts.