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minisugakoobies · 10 months

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Screw it! I'm sending it in because we miss your crack!

Manic Pixie! Blue haired Felix

2. I want to explore your body if you’d let me.

2. pulling you by your waist

I NEED SOME SUNNY CRACK!!!!!

.... crack 🤪

Luce, I have been staring at this request and trying so hard to figure out yet another way to make "I want to explore your body if you’d let me" work and honestly, I just don't know if I can? I guess I should've limited these to one request per prompt or something. So please forgive me, but I subbed in a different prompt for it. 💕

Title: Born to Run Pairing: Gambit!Felix x Reader Genre: smut (18+), angst, X-Men!AU Warnings: this is set in New Orleans so Felix uses Cajun slang; fighting (use of superpowers); death of a minor character (yep!); use of mutant slurs ("mutie freak"); Felix is pretty whipped for reader; um also cheating at cards and theft because that's what Gambit does

Felix, despite all appearances to the contrary, is not a gambling man.

Yes, okay, he's currently playing poker, and yes, he plays poker pretty much every night, sitting at his favorite corner table in this ramshackle bar on the edge of the bayou, helping to give the tourists who wander in here seeking an authentic "N'awlins" experience exactly what they want by easily parting them from their money. But he's not gambling. Gambling implies chance, and Felix never leaves anything to chance. He knows precisely what he's doing.

And as sure as he is about the fact that the hand he's holding is about to win him the large pot on the table in front of him (aided largely by the hidden ace he slides out of his sleeve), he's even more sure about you.

It's been weeks since you first walked into the bar, looking for a job. Since then, you and Felix have been locked in a two-step. He's been content to let you lead this little dance you're in, recognizing that something bad must've happened in your past. It had to, to send you running to this hellhole of all places hoping for a fresh start. Felix sees you for what you are - a wounded bird, warming to his charms, yet still skittish. He doesn't want to startle you into taking flight.

Not without him, anyway.

The hour is getting pretty late. Felix would like to finish this hand soon and send these tourists - two older couples from somewhere in the Midwest, their heavy accents grinding down Felix's patience with every "oh yah" and "you betcha" they utter - back to their hotel rooms to count their losses, but the man whose turn it is can't seem to decide if he wants to raise or call.

As the old man turns to his wife yet again to discuss his next move, Felix sighs. He catches your eye from behind the bar and you shoot him a sympathetic look before wandering over.

"Having a good night, 'Lix?"

"Always, chère," he replies, taking the fresh glass of whiskey you offer with a smile. "Merci."

You smile back, a soft little thing that disappears as the only other patron in the place calls loudly to you from his barstool. "Ugh, duty calls. Try to wrap this thing up soon, will you? Boss said I can close up early tonight since we're so dead."

Felix is annoyed to find that the old man is still deliberating. So he plays with another hidden card in his coat, charging it slightly with kinetic energy, just enough so that his eyes glow red.

"Now, mon ami, are you finally ready to make your move?" He grins, white teeth flashing in the dim light. "Choose carefully."

It has the desired effect. The man, staring with a dropped jaw, calls. Felix wins. He gathers his winnings as the tourists hurriedly head for the exit.

The drunk on the barstool eventually stumbles towards the door, and then it's just the two of you. Felix hangs out behind the bar, helping himself to another whiskey as you count the till.

"Nice of the boss man to let you leave early tonight," he says, leaning against the counter.

You laugh. "It's not kindness, it's cheapness. He just doesn't want to pay me more than he has to."

"Ah. Well… at least you get some of your night back." Felix isn't sure why he's stretching to find a silver lining to you losing a few hours of work. Maybe it's the way a small crease has formed between your brows. He hates the thought of anything ruining your day. "You should go out, have some fun tonight."

"Oh, sure - laissez le bon temps rouler, huh?" You roll your eyes. "Not sure I can afford any "good times" right now, 'Lixie, but thanks." You finish up your work with the till, locking the cash away in the small safe under the bar.

"Then let me take you out, chère." Felix grins. He digs into his pocket, pulling out the wad of bills he earned tonight. "Come on. My treat. Let me show you how the locals really live it up around here."

"Jesus, Felix, did you leave them any money for breakfast?!" you swear, eyeing the stack of cash in his hand.

Felix shrugs. "I'm sure their hotel offers a continental breakfast… listen, don't worry about them. They had plenty of fun tonight and they'll go home with a story to tell." He cleans his empty glass so you don't have to, then he grabs your hand. As you giggle, he spins you around a few times. "Don't you deserve to have some fun of your own?"

You peer at him with wide eyes, head tipping as you consider his offer. "You're right. I do. But I don't think I feel like going out tonight."

Felix tries not to let his disappointment show. "Ah, that's all right, chère. You just go on home, then. Maybe some other night." Maybe you're still unsure about him. The thought hurts him more than he'd like to admit.

"No, 'Lix," you say, and his head snaps up. "I don't want to go out, but that doesn't mean I don't want to have some fun."

He sees it then. The look in your eye. He swallows, and reaches out for you again. But his time, he grabs you by the waist, and pulls you into his arms.

"Tell me what you're thinking, ma chère," he murmurs, thumb stroking your cheek, and to his surprise, you answer with a kiss.

It's soft, so chaste, the kiss you give him, lips lightly brushing his. He nearly stops breathing, so focused on the sensation, not even wanting to move lest he startle you away. But then your mouth presses again, and again, as if you're gaining confidence with each kiss, and before long he can't hold back anymore.

"'Lix!" you gasp when he traps you against the bar. He trails kisses down your neck, moaning when you curl your fingers into his coat and tug him even closer. "Fuck, 'Lixie, want you so much."

"I want you too," he says, sealing his confession with another kiss. "Been wanting you."

"Yeah?" you reply breathlessly. "What - what do you want?"

Felix cups your face. He wants everything you're willing to give him, however you want to give it. But he doesn't know how to say that, and as he traces your lips with his finger, you open your mouth and flick the tip with your tongue. The feeling shoots straight to his cock, and he groans, and blurts the first thing that enters his brain.

"All I can think of is your pretty lips around me."

Your eyebrow quirks as Felix realizes what he's said. Before he can try again, you drop to your knees.

"Shit, chère, you don't ha-"

WHAM!

The door to the bar is suddenly violently thrown open. Moving on instinct, Felix hauls you to your feet and slides between you and the door.

"Where is she?" a loud voice screams. "Where's that fucking bitch? I know she's here!"

"Stay behind me," Felix orders you. He grabs an empty glass off the counter and holds it in his hand as a shadow passes through the doorway.

It's a man Felix doesn't recognize, all muscle and popping veins, thick neck and bruised knuckles. But given the way you suddenly clutch at Felix's bicep with shaky fingers, he understands that you know who he is.

"There you are," the man growls upon spotting you behind Felix. "I told you I'd find you!"

He takes a step towards the bar, and Felix holds up his hand. He feels you move behind him, and he grasps for you blindly with his other hand, relieved when you grip it with your own.

"Now just hold on, homme - why don't you calm down, hmm? Just take a step back." Felix charges the glass in his hand. His eyes pulse red with unleashed energy.

"Fuck you, mutie freak! Should've known you'd end up here, bitch - with AAAAHH!"

It happens so fast, Felix nearly misses it. One second, the man is screaming, advancing on the bar. The next, he's flying through the air, smashing into the wall behind him, and then right through it. Felix watches as the man is tossed out into the street beyond the building, coming to a sickening stop on the pavement.

As soon as he's sure the man isn't getting back up again, Felix turns to check on you. You're frozen in place, one arm still raised, aimed at the side of the bar that is no longer there, tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Not again. I did it again," he hears you whisper over and over. You're in shock. He needs to get you away from the bar as quickly as possible - because the gaping hole and the dead man lying in the street are going to draw attention very quickly.

"Chère, it's okay, shhh, shhh." He wraps you in his embrace, rubbing your back for a few minutes, until your chanting stops. Gently, he wipes the tears from your face. "Come on, we've got to get out of here."

"But I - I'm - I could hurt-" Your voice breaks on a sob, and Felix instantly understands. This entire time, he thought you were afraid of him. But you were afraid for him.

"It's gonna be okay," he says, and he means it, full of confidence as usual. Because he's Felix. He always knows what he's doing.

Placing his palm on the safe, he charges the dial up, until it explodes in his hand, leaving a hole just big enough for him to reach in and grab all the cash. Even in your daze, you give him a confused look, and he shrugs.

"What? I'm just making sure that asshole pays you what you're worth, one last time," he smirks. "Now come on, ma belle fille, it's time to run."

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xoxoredwood · 4 months

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Any predictions for the Daybreaker arc? Deaths? Injuries? Blossoming relationships? Falling outs? Anything else?

Glad you asked!

Ares is going to lose an arm, there, I said it. This will be a major setback in his relationship with Nicki because she likes a little manual action in bed and what's he gonna do, hang on to their bedroom trapeze with his teeth so he can flick her skittle?

Clint is going to give himself a brushcut and start speaking entirely in an unintelligible N'Awlins accent that, improbably, will cause some Daybreaker scouts to believe he speaks in tongues and make him a bigger target

Fleet and Leigh are going to hook up. Probably after a sexy argument over who gets to eat the slightly stale, bloomed Snickers bar out of an MRE ration.

Hazel will try to arrange a tontine but only Val and Silvy will buy into it and the rest of their time at the Ranch will be spent arguing whether it was worth it; possibly they might try to do away with each other to hasten it along since none of them actually understand how a tontine works

Colin will fall into the well (I'm sure there's a hidden well on the ranch). Since no dogs were allowed to come, he will only be located as a skeleton scratching "go to hell" on the bricks

Zack will turn over a new leaf when it comes to how he deals with people! He's not going to be any nicer but he's going to sarcastically say "if that's okay with you" at the end of each sentence from now on

#p.zack #p.colin #p.hazel #p.val #p.silvy #p.leigh #p.fleet #p.clint #p.nicki #p.ares

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benihana-circumcision · 8 months

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reading a book thats combination bike repair manual / collection of zines centered arnd early bush/pre-katrina N'Awlins diy bike culture (chainbreaker !) and lamenting how the ubiquity of phones n The Internet hav contributed to kneecapping the drive for organization.

reading thru stories in the zine n seeing how much of the culture, of punk houses and DIY shops and local hangouts were motivated by Just Not Having Anything Better To Do.

thinking abt how many lowlifes (affectionate) who, maybe 2 decades ago, wld have been out by train tracks kicking rocks and throwing bottles at cars n fixing shit n graffing are now able to divert that shithead energy into being cunts on instagram reels

pre-DigitalAge, there wasnt such a convenient feedback loop to capture and harvest human agitation so the energy was directed outward and used to unify

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miscxllany · 2 years

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@snakecharmless liked this post!

❛ So, are you new to N'awlins or just visiting? Always nice to see some unfamiliar faces around here. ❜

#snakecharmless #* ⚜ › ❛ interactions ! —— [ tiana: i. ]

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therealeagal · 2 years

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Things I know about the United States.

Ah, the United States of America. Land of the free and home of the brave. Where we crown our good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea. A new land promised to our forefathers by God himself, away from the European rabble.

The party line is that they were fleeing religious persecution, although I have heard (don’t quote me on this) that they were fleeing because Europe wouldn’t let them religiously persecute certain people. If true, it would explain a great deal about how Americans behave.

The United States is a big place. Really big. It takes up most of North America. The USA is divided into fifty states (plus a smattering of territories).

Can you name all fifty states off the top of your head? I bet you can’t. I bet most people can’t. I certainly can’t. And even if I could I would only know like, one or two things about each of them. Though I’m an American, I probably know less about America than some non-Americans. In no particular order, we have;

New York? No one gives a shit about New York state. New York state is New York City’s giant bitch and everyone knows it. Sorry non-NYC-New-Yorkers. I don’t make the rules.

Texas? It used to be its own country, you know. For like five minutes until the United States slapped it down to remind it who’s daddy. Also, it’s got the biggest of everything. Especially (one might argue) douchebags. In both senses of the word, I have to imagine. Sorry Texans. I don’t make the rules.

Alaska. Oil and also it used to be Russian. Also the biggest state, which Texas is probably mad salty about.

Florida. Old people and alligators and Disney, traditionally, but these days it’s mostly known for that Bugs Bunny animation where Bugs saws Florida off the United States. I don’t remember the original context, but suffice it to say, most people outside of Florida tend to agree with Bugs’ decision for other reasons involving the Republican party. I reserve comment.

Hawaii. Beaches. Volcanoes. I remember there was a thing about a telescope that people didn’t want to be built for some reason. I think it’s the most recent state. Used to have a queen until America “bought” it (in much the same way that Russia is currently in the process of purchasing Ukraine).

Alabama. Oh, I think we all know what Alabama is famous for. Sorry, Alabamans, I don’t make the rules.

Idaho. Potatoes. That’s it. That’s all anyone knows about it, really.

Ditto Arkansas and Bill Clinton.

Wisconsin? Cheese and the Packers.

Minnesota. I know literally nothing about Minnesota. The Vikings? They’ve got a sports team called the Vikings, right? Or is that someone else?

Michigan. It makes the cars. Also, Detroit. Also, that thing in Flint with the water, right?

Ohio. Cleveland. No one cares about Ohio except for Cleveland. Ohio is the New York to Cleveland’s NYC. Sorry Ohioans. I don’t make the rules.

Nevada. Las Vegas. Also, maybe Reno. MAYBE.

California. Crazy people. Crazier than shit-house rats. On drugs. Also, Hollywood. Though that may be redundant. There’s also Los Angeles. Golden Gate Bridge, yes. Very famous landmark.

Massachusetts. Boston. Which I am continuously surprised to learn is not a suburb of NYC. Sorry, Bostonians. I don’t make the rules. Also it was one of the original 13 colonies if Assassin’s Creed 3 is to be believed. I should replay some of them old AC games. The series has gone to pot lately, but I remember quite liking 3.

Vermont? What’s Vermont got? Vermont's got nothing. Vermont keeps its head down. When was the last time Vermont was in the news? Never. Vermont has a moderate Republican governor. It’s walking the razor’s edge of bad publicity. California can afford bad publicity. Everyone knows Californians are crazier than shit-house rats. On drugs. Vermont can’t afford bad publicity.

Louisiana. N'awlins. That’s how the cool kids say New Orleans. It’s basically all there is in Louisiana. It and Baton Rouge, which is French for red stick. The French are not known for their creative nomenclature.

New Mexico. What was wrong with Old Mexico? We didn’t need a new one. There’s nothing in New Mexico anyway.

Arizona. The starting point for trips to Tacoma.

Washington has Seattle. And Seattle only has the Space Needle.

North Dakota. I think Mt Rushmore is there? Or was it the Grand Canyon? I don’t know anything else about it.

South Dakota. Ditto.

Rhode Island. It’s the smallest state, land-wise. That’s all I know about it.

How many is that? That’s only like 20. There’s way too damn many states.

What else? Mississippi. A hard to spell name. Neighbors with Alabama and Louisiana, which oughta tell you a lot.

Uhhhhh....Maryland. It’s got Washington D.C., home to POTUS, literally the worst job on the planet.

New Jersey. Uhhh...Jersey Shore? That’s all I know about it.

Maine. The one at the top right. That’s all.

So I can only name 23 states off the top of my head and 4 more given a bit of thought. Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.

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vaughnboyd · 2 months

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Real N'awlins Muffuletta - Main Dishes - Heroes, Hoagies and Subs

a typical New Orleans muffuletta sandwich. Fresh bread is topped with homemade olive salad, salami, ham, mortadella, mozzarella, and provolone.

#heroes #hoagies and subs #muffuletta #sesame seeds #waiting

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alma-azul · 3 months

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N'Awlins Stuffed Bell Peppers

Momma's Peppers...Whenever my mother prepares this Stuffed Bell Pepper dish, everyone in the family finds an excuse to 'drop by' for a visit to my parents' home. Being a fourth generation native New Orleanian, my mother offers a plate of food to anyone who stops by for a visit...that's why this recipe makes twelve servings!

#nawlins #everyone #home #servings #bell peppers

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iskolavsmunka · 6 months

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Real N'awlins Muffuletta A classic muffuletta sandwich from New Orleans. Homemade olive salad is spread on fresh bread with salami, ham, mortadella, mozzarella and Provolone. 8 ounces sliced mortadella, 1/4 cup roughly chopped pickled cauliflower florets, 2 cloves garlic minced, 1 tablespoon chopped celery, 1 teaspoon dried basil, 1 teaspoon dried oregano, 2 tablespoons drained capers, 8 ounces sliced mozzarella cheese, 1/4 cup marinated cocktail onions, 1/4 cup canola oil, 8 ounces sliced provolone cheese, 8 ounces thinly sliced Genoa salami, 8 ounces thinly sliced cooked ham, 1/2 cup pepperoncini drained, 2 loaves Italian bread, 1/2 cup olive oil, 1/4 cup red wine vinegar, 1 tablespoon chopped carrot, 1 cup pimento-stuffed green olives crushed, 3/4 teaspoon ground black pepper, 1/2 teaspoon celery seed, 1/2 cup drained kalamata olives crushed

#muffulettas #olive salad #muffuletta sandwiches #waiting #meat #bread

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hyskoa-relatable · 8 months

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Real N'awlins Muffuletta - Main Dishes - Heroes, Hoagies and Subs

a typical New Orleans muffuletta sandwich. Fresh bread is topped with homemade olive salad, salami, ham, mortadella, mozzarella, and provolone.

#heroes #hoagies and subs #muffuletta #sesame seeds #waiting

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timeofthethieves · 8 months

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Recipe for Real N'awlins Muffuletta a typical New Orleans muffuletta sandwich. Fresh bread is topped with homemade olive salad, salami, ham, mortadella, mozzarella, and provolone.

#meat #real nawlins muffuletta #bread #cheese sandwich #olive salad #muffulettas #waiting

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kensfoodfind · 1 year

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Pappadeaux

Dad’s Favorite Restaurant!

Last week (in March 2023), I wrote on my main blog about the birthday dinner that my sister and I treated my Dad to at Coastal Fish Company. While he loved his dinner, if he had his way, he would have gone to Pappadeaux instead liked we did a few years ago when the family traveled to Birmingham, Alabama (the closest Pappadeaux location) to celebrate his eightieth birthday. Apparently, he REALLY likes the New Orleans-themed restaurant chain. So in light of that, I am presenting a mini review of Pappadeaux.

Returning from a Thanksgiving trip from my sister Kathy's house in suburban Atlanta last year, my Dad wanted to make a stopover in Birmingham for lunch at Pappadeaux (by the way, "Pappadeaux" is part of a large conglomerate of restaurants owned by a Greek family named Pappas). Once we arrived and got seated, my Dad was anxious to order his favorite menu item, the seafood platter.

Consisting of fried catfish (among my Dad's favorites), shrimp, fried oysters and stuffed crab, the seafood platter is a lot of food to consume. While I can't vouch for the quality of it, the fact that my Dad would rather travel 250 miles from Memphis to have this says a lot about the entrée. Then again, when you like something that much (like I did decades ago when I trekked a hundred miles from Cheyenne, Wyoming to Denver to have brunch at a LePeep restaurant), you embrace it lovingly. Needless to say, he really enjoyed his lunch, making my sister Kim and I very happy.

For myself, I got the Mississippi Catfish Opelousas with a glass of white wine (Pinot Grigio). From what I can remember, the "Opelousas" (named after a town in Louisiana) was blackened catfish smothered in gravy (aka "lemon garlic butter sauce") that had oysters and crab in it, with shrimp and "dirty" rice as sides. The gravy/sauce added a sour sweet flavor to the catfish in a way that made it delightful, especially when paired with white wine. The the shrimp and rice tasted as well as I expected, contributing to a delicious meal that I enjoyed.

As for my sister Kim, she got a plate of shrimp and spinach that I couldn't discern from Pappadeaux's menu. Whatever it was, I'm confident that Kim liked it.

In the end, all of us got fulfillment from our meals and left Pappadeaux Seafood Kitchen happy. I can see why my Dad will literally go out of his way to his favorite restaurant. The food and service at Pappadeaux is excellent, and gets a thumbs up from my family. I hope someday that Memphis gets a Pappadeaux restaurant, but my family will be making frequent trips to Birmingham until it does.

Website: Pappadeaux.com

FYI: The "location" feature on the website isn't great. When I typed "Memphis, TN" in the website's search bar, it yielded nothing. So if you're looking for a Pappadeaux that's close to you, you're better off Googling it. By the way, assuming that the website is correct, Pappadeaux doesn't have a restaurant in New Orleans (even though N'awlins doesn't need it 🙂).

#seafood #catfish #family #birmingham #alabama #restaurant #commentary #chain restaurants

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ama-accountability · 1 year

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Easy Beignets

Yields: 15Prep Time: 10 minsTotal Time: 30 mins

Ingredients

1 1/4 c. all-purpose flour

1 tsp. baking powder

1/8 tsp. kosher salt

2 large eggs, separated

1/2 c. granulated sugar

1 tbsp. melted butter

1 tsp. pure vanilla extract

Vegetable oil, for frying

Powdered sugar, for dusting

Directions

Step 1 In a large bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, and salt. In another large bowl, combine egg yolks, sugar, ¼ cup water, melted butter, and vanilla and stir to combine. Fold into dry ingredients until just combined.

Step 2 In a large bowl using a hand mixer, beat egg whites on medium speed until soft peaks form, then fold into batter.

Step 3 In a large pot, heat oil to 375º. Drop small spoonfuls of batter into hot oil and fry until golden, about 5 minutes. (You want to keep the oil at 375º to make sure they cook all the way through.) Transfer to a paper towel–lined plate.

Step 4Dust with powdered sugar before serving.

#biegnet #recipe

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durrell47 · 2 years

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Nawlins’ gumbo🍛shrimp 🍤Creole (at N'awlins Luxury Tours) https://www.instagram.com/p/Chssa5ruTR0VEoiyHS5Tovw4zDHDl3MjIXstfU0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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dr-archeville · 3 years

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Forty-one people have tested positive for coronavirus after attending a swingers convention in New Orleans, in what officials have called a “super-spreader event”.

The gathering, called “Naughty in N’awlins” saw about 250 people congregate in the city in mid-November. It went ahead despite cases rising in Louisiana at the time.

One of the infected swingers was hospitalized in a serious condition, according to the event’s organizer, Bob Hannaford, who addressed the outbreak in a blogpost.

“If I could go back in time, I would not produce this event again,” Hannaford wrote.

“I wouldn’t do it again if I knew then what I know now. It weighs on me and it will continue to weigh on me until everyone is 100% better.”

NOLA.com reported that the Naughty in N’awlins event was much smaller than in previous years. About 2,000 people attended in 2019, and roughly 250 made the trip this year.

In his blogpost Hannaford said social distancing was enforced at the swingers convention, and contact diaries were kept.

He said attendees were tested for coronavirus before arriving, and 50% already had antibodies.

Hannaford attributed the outbreak to complacency as the multi-day event drew to a close.

“When we contacted the people that were positive, we asked them several questions to find more potential positive cases and try to find out where the biggest risks took place,” Hannaford said.

“In almost every case, they admitted to us that they were super diligent on the first two days (Wed and Thurs) and then they relaxed a little on Friday and then they said ‘Fuck it, it’s our last day’ and many admitted that their lax effort on that final day is probably why they ended up positive.”

Swingers were given color-coded wristbands based on whether they had antibodies or did not, and Hannaford said other measures were also taken.

“We did not install a dancefloor, because the city protocols say ‘No Dancing’,” he said.

“But you see, I saw Footloose, so I knew that you couldn’t really outlaw dancing.

“But seriously, there never was a packed dancefloor like most of our events.

“People bounced and moved by their tables, and even though people were more spread out, I saw a lot more eye contact and positive acknowledgment of short flirts and teases.”

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#COVID 19 #Coronavirus #Louisiana #New Orleans #N'Awlins

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