Post by mic on Dec 1, 2008 21:27:44 GMT -5
Mich's eyes never left the vamp as he anchored his left leg and taunted the vampire to try to come closer with a few jabs of the glass bottle. Sure it was out of range, with the chair keeping the fanged fiend at bay, but with the look on Mich's face, you knew he meant business.
"Quit wastin' my time!" Mich barked as he pressed his back up against the bar and whipped the broken bottle at the vampire's head just as the chump made a grab for the chair. With his right hand now free Mich held onto that chair with both hands and pitted his strength against that of the egoistic vamp.
It was a tug of war between a chair and two paranormal beings. Mich was the rattier of the two but even in his human form he wasn't about to be pushed over.
"C'mon and bite me you sick fuck!" Mich swore loudly before he spat in the vamp's face and bared his teeth in a mocking snarl. "You want me so bad don'tcha? Uhhh you can just feel it can't you."
Uh oh.
Here we go.
"Ohhhhh....ohhh yeah. Oh gawd. Oh....uh...yeah. Right there. There! Oh....yes....ohhhhh fuckin' christ that feels good. Keep goin. Keep goin. Harder man! HARDER! FUCK YEAH! FUCKIN' PULL LIKE YOU MEAN IT! OHHH MY GOD!"
That got everyones attention.
With the death grip that the two had on the chair it was now a battle of wills to see who would be the first to give and seeing how Mich wasn't going to give an inch he resorted to what he did best. It was mind-fuckin' time. Ahahahaaaaaa!
Even the old broad of a waitress looked on with a surprised expression on her face as she watched Mich from behind, completely absorbed with what his hips were doing. Was he grinding the chair? Ohhhhh yeah. Hot damn!
The harder the vampire tugged at the chair the louder and vulgar Mich got until it got to the point that the whole bar was filled with his curses and moans. An outsider would have thought that it was happy hour at the cat house or something. And if that wasn't disturbing enough Mich kept his eyes locked with the vampires for the entire time, egging the guy on with his sadistic smile and vile tongue.
"Oh god. I can't hang on anymore. Ya ready? Ready?," Mich laughed as his eyes blazed devilishly. He blew Artinn as kiss just to add a cherry on top of all this and without warning Mich released his hold on the chair and flipped over the counter in a single fluid motion. The waitress looked at his dumbstruck as he grabbed a bunch of random bottles of alcohol and lobbed them at the vampire one after another in rapid succession. One of them was bound to hit the guy.
"Ride the lightnin' bitch!" Mich cackled crazily as he grabbed two bottles of Jack Daniels, ripped the caps off and began squirting the amber liquid at the vampire's exposed face. JD flew in arcs across the bar as Mich soaked everything within throwing distance of himself. He kept it up for as long as he could before he grabbed a filthy dish rag off a pile of unwashed glasses and yanked his lighter out of his back pocket. The crafty smile on his face said it all as he quickly ignited the lighter and lit the corner of the rag until the fire caught.
"C'mon baby. Let me light your fire." Mich growled dangerously as the rag went up in flames. Burning rag, spilled booze, wet vampire. Need I say more?
"Quit wastin' my time!" Mich barked as he pressed his back up against the bar and whipped the broken bottle at the vampire's head just as the chump made a grab for the chair. With his right hand now free Mich held onto that chair with both hands and pitted his strength against that of the egoistic vamp.
It was a tug of war between a chair and two paranormal beings. Mich was the rattier of the two but even in his human form he wasn't about to be pushed over.
"C'mon and bite me you sick fuck!" Mich swore loudly before he spat in the vamp's face and bared his teeth in a mocking snarl. "You want me so bad don'tcha? Uhhh you can just feel it can't you."
Uh oh.
Here we go.
"Ohhhhh....ohhh yeah. Oh gawd. Oh....uh...yeah. Right there. There! Oh....yes....ohhhhh fuckin' christ that feels good. Keep goin. Keep goin. Harder man! HARDER! FUCK YEAH! FUCKIN' PULL LIKE YOU MEAN IT! OHHH MY GOD!"
That got everyones attention.
With the death grip that the two had on the chair it was now a battle of wills to see who would be the first to give and seeing how Mich wasn't going to give an inch he resorted to what he did best. It was mind-fuckin' time. Ahahahaaaaaa!
Even the old broad of a waitress looked on with a surprised expression on her face as she watched Mich from behind, completely absorbed with what his hips were doing. Was he grinding the chair? Ohhhhh yeah. Hot damn!
The harder the vampire tugged at the chair the louder and vulgar Mich got until it got to the point that the whole bar was filled with his curses and moans. An outsider would have thought that it was happy hour at the cat house or something. And if that wasn't disturbing enough Mich kept his eyes locked with the vampires for the entire time, egging the guy on with his sadistic smile and vile tongue.
"Oh god. I can't hang on anymore. Ya ready? Ready?," Mich laughed as his eyes blazed devilishly. He blew Artinn as kiss just to add a cherry on top of all this and without warning Mich released his hold on the chair and flipped over the counter in a single fluid motion. The waitress looked at his dumbstruck as he grabbed a bunch of random bottles of alcohol and lobbed them at the vampire one after another in rapid succession. One of them was bound to hit the guy.
"Ride the lightnin' bitch!" Mich cackled crazily as he grabbed two bottles of Jack Daniels, ripped the caps off and began squirting the amber liquid at the vampire's exposed face. JD flew in arcs across the bar as Mich soaked everything within throwing distance of himself. He kept it up for as long as he could before he grabbed a filthy dish rag off a pile of unwashed glasses and yanked his lighter out of his back pocket. The crafty smile on his face said it all as he quickly ignited the lighter and lit the corner of the rag until the fire caught.
"C'mon baby. Let me light your fire." Mich growled dangerously as the rag went up in flames. Burning rag, spilled booze, wet vampire. Need I say more?