Mik had a pretty good buzz going by the end of the night. Not enough to slur his words or make him stumble or some shit like that. There was always a sweet spot, the perfect level. Buzzing but alert. Aware. Sometimes created its own problem. Lime shirt- Andre, he had learned- drew his eye. Not that he lingered. Nah. There was lots of eye candy to keep his attention. Cat girl's tattoos called to him too. Spots and lines that seemed to disappear up the inside of her thigh, pretty much a runway telling him he was good enter.
Trouble was, Andre's tattoos did the same thing. He always liked tracing them delicately, as he got to know his partner's body.
Too bad he was taken. Not that Mik cared. He wasn't, after all. Not his concern what someone wanted to get up to. So who knew how things would work out.
Scar face was surprisingly cool. He'd seemed a dick before. Course Ori had been there. And they had both wanted to get into her pants- like real bad. With an ass like that? Was like she had been poured into those jeans. Not that Mik would have minded all of them together. More the merrier, right? Everyone should jump into the hot tub!
Turned out the guy had a pretty wicked sense of humor.
So all in all, a good night. And he guessed the Lady was off somewhere fucking with someone else's life tonight because instead of pulling the rug out from under him like she did that night with the Voodoo queen (FUCK! He had gone from a sure thing with Rowan, to maybe more than one, to zero in less than an hour. Life was like that though. Don't sell the facts before you got 'em, you know? So there he was, instead, going home alone to rub one out. Oh well.) Anyway, where was he? Oh, yeah. Lady off, not fucking with him, and wouldn't you know it, Cat girl was game for a little fun. Not completely what he hoped for. But he did have a bit of fun while he was there.
Trouble was, Andre's tattoos did the same thing. He always liked tracing them delicately, as he got to know his partner's body.
Too bad he was taken. Not that Mik cared. He wasn't, after all. Not his concern what someone wanted to get up to. So who knew how things would work out.
Scar face was surprisingly cool. He'd seemed a dick before. Course Ori had been there. And they had both wanted to get into her pants- like real bad. With an ass like that? Was like she had been poured into those jeans. Not that Mik would have minded all of them together. More the merrier, right? Everyone should jump into the hot tub!
Turned out the guy had a pretty wicked sense of humor.
So all in all, a good night. And he guessed the Lady was off somewhere fucking with someone else's life tonight because instead of pulling the rug out from under him like she did that night with the Voodoo queen (FUCK! He had gone from a sure thing with Rowan, to maybe more than one, to zero in less than an hour. Life was like that though. Don't sell the facts before you got 'em, you know? So there he was, instead, going home alone to rub one out. Oh well.) Anyway, where was he? Oh, yeah. Lady off, not fucking with him, and wouldn't you know it, Cat girl was game for a little fun. Not completely what he hoped for. But he did have a bit of fun while he was there.
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods