Post by Mitty on Nov 11, 2007 21:35:50 GMT
The beer was stale. Not in that open bottle for god-only-knows-how-long. It was stale in that left-over-from-a-bunch-of-different-bottles-and-combined-into-one way. Obviously, the bartender had no respect for Mitty whatsoever. He deserved to be punished, but Mitty was too lazy to put any effort into it, so it wouldn't be any fun. Besides, it wouldn't make the drink taste better, or make the people dancing look any hotter.
His eyes glanced around the bar critically. The bouncers were fat, not buff, and he sincerely doubted that they could possibly keep out anyone but the anorexic whore sitting a few feet away from the door. She was kind of cute, and much cuter than anyone else in the sweat-stinking room, but the fact that her waist was about as big around as Mitty's biceps was a definite turn-off. Her hair looked like it was falling out in clumps. Mitty wondered what the last meal she had had was. Probably water or crackers or something. Actually, the thought of force feeding her was making Mitty laugh. He would show her who was boss and make her eat. Watch her puke up her first real meal and laugh his ass off.
Smirking, he walked over to her and slid his arm around her slim waste. He whispered in her ear, "Hey, there, honey. Wanna go have some dinner with me?"
He almost wondered why she had shown up at the bar anyway. Judging by her clothes, and her face, she was normally a fairly clean kid. Not that that would last long if she went by his rules. He would make sure to make her feel dirty. It would amuse him to turn the 'nilla girl down the path of no return.
His eyes glanced around the bar critically. The bouncers were fat, not buff, and he sincerely doubted that they could possibly keep out anyone but the anorexic whore sitting a few feet away from the door. She was kind of cute, and much cuter than anyone else in the sweat-stinking room, but the fact that her waist was about as big around as Mitty's biceps was a definite turn-off. Her hair looked like it was falling out in clumps. Mitty wondered what the last meal she had had was. Probably water or crackers or something. Actually, the thought of force feeding her was making Mitty laugh. He would show her who was boss and make her eat. Watch her puke up her first real meal and laugh his ass off.
Smirking, he walked over to her and slid his arm around her slim waste. He whispered in her ear, "Hey, there, honey. Wanna go have some dinner with me?"
He almost wondered why she had shown up at the bar anyway. Judging by her clothes, and her face, she was normally a fairly clean kid. Not that that would last long if she went by his rules. He would make sure to make her feel dirty. It would amuse him to turn the 'nilla girl down the path of no return.