09-26-2014, 10:25 AM
Bas sat back and sipped at his vodka. The taste was crisp and sharp on his tongue and cold as it went down his throat. After just a few moments, a feeling of warmth and contentment came over him. He was sharp as ever, but relaxed. Out on the town with a freind, pretty girls everywhere, nice music. Maybe a bit hungry, but this place had some good bar-food too. He put one foot up on the table and let his eye wander.
Over in one corner he saw a group of girls standing around a table laughing. And there, on the furthest right of them, holy shit! Her head, covered in long dark curls, turned and he saw the face of angel. And the body of a devil, swathed in a tight shoulderless dark maroon dress that went to her mid thigh, the top of which was black mesh to just above her bust and jutted into her cleavage. He looked her up and down, made sure she saw him look her up and down. Her head turned back to her table quickly and after a moment, a few of the other girls looked up in his direction. He smiled at them. He was going to nudge Nox that they should go over there when Nox nudged him. He looked over and saw that Weasel had arrived. And that he had a girl with him. She was pretty cute too. Not nearly as hot as the other girls, but definitely doable. Alright man, good for you.
Even as they made their way to the table, Nox's beer arrived and he once again called on the power. Then he used it to open his bottle, though this time he made sure to cover what he was doing with his hand. Bas laughed. The guy used it for everything. It wasn't a bad idea.
Weasel boy came over and introduced the girl- who then promptly found a partner before heading off to the bathroom. That always amused Bas but he knew that's where women talked about shit, mostly guys, put on make-up, and whatever else. It was cool. They usually came out all regrouped like they had just had a strategic meeting and thinking they were in charge of how things would go. And he'd laugh and see what else he could do.
Immediately, he noticed two guys- one a gopnik from the look of him- making their way to the table. Bas didn't know him but that didn't mean anything. It wasn't exactly a brotherhood, by any means. Just something you did when you were younger. And the fighting between gangs was among the bloodiest. So Bas watched him carefully while giving no sign that he was doing so. Course, the guy really wasn't any threat. Not with him around.
He put his arm up on his knee while the other held his drink- he'd just taken a sip- and watched, casually interested. The blonde one- man that guy looked like the biggest douche on the planet. His face begged to be punched. Seriously, he looked like the cover boy for "this face needs to be beaten badly" magazine. How that gopnik could stand to be around him and not put a serious hurtin on him was beyond him.
And of course, he immediately laid into weasel boy. It was clear that he was the source of weasel boy's desire to fight back. Nox saw it too. While Bas was content to see how the contest went- he'd not let the punchable douche hurt him, not badly anyway, but he did want to see what happened- Nox used the power to pull down the gopnik's pants down. Bas busted out laughing and the guy looked at him sharply. Bas kept his smile but became very still and gave the guy a look. His tattoos were visible, but it was clear that he had moved up in the world. The guy would have to be a moron not to figure things out. Which, he might well be. Not all of them were bright, really.
Because of this, he really didn't catch much of weasel boy's and douche face's words. But when he looked back at them, he had to smile. Ho ho ho! Look at him go. He was doing it. Even making a claim for the girl. Bas smiled and watched, dismissing the gopnik from his mind. After a moment, he prayed and the power flooded him. Everything in the club suddenly brightened, the sounds, the smells, the people. He looked over again at the hottie at the other table he good god almighty, but that dress hugged her curves. And he could see her face clearly, sharp blue eyes periodically looking over at them. Oh yeah, target acquired. His hearing picked up on what douche-face was saying to weasel-boy. So....his tastes ran to that did they? But he'd also seen the kid checking out the girl's ass. Maybe both ways. Either way, didn't really matter.
But it did seem like fun. Might be nice to fight these guys later. He leaned over to Nox and whispered. "I got dibs on blondie. You can take out Mr. Adidas there. Finish what you started."
A fight, some dancing, and then some fun with blue eyes.
He stood up. They were of the same height but he was willing to bet blondie did not have the background he did. He looked him in the eye, challenging him to say something. His voice went that dead calm that he used just before he let loose. "You need to leave. Right now."
That was it. No threats. No promises. No boasts. Just a simple fact. And if the guy had two brain cells in his head, he'd read the situation and see that.
He waited, feeling all tingly and loose. Damn, but this was gonna be a good night!
Edited by Sebastian, Sep 26 2014, 11:05 AM.
Over in one corner he saw a group of girls standing around a table laughing. And there, on the furthest right of them, holy shit! Her head, covered in long dark curls, turned and he saw the face of angel. And the body of a devil, swathed in a tight shoulderless dark maroon dress that went to her mid thigh, the top of which was black mesh to just above her bust and jutted into her cleavage. He looked her up and down, made sure she saw him look her up and down. Her head turned back to her table quickly and after a moment, a few of the other girls looked up in his direction. He smiled at them. He was going to nudge Nox that they should go over there when Nox nudged him. He looked over and saw that Weasel had arrived. And that he had a girl with him. She was pretty cute too. Not nearly as hot as the other girls, but definitely doable. Alright man, good for you.
Even as they made their way to the table, Nox's beer arrived and he once again called on the power. Then he used it to open his bottle, though this time he made sure to cover what he was doing with his hand. Bas laughed. The guy used it for everything. It wasn't a bad idea.
Weasel boy came over and introduced the girl- who then promptly found a partner before heading off to the bathroom. That always amused Bas but he knew that's where women talked about shit, mostly guys, put on make-up, and whatever else. It was cool. They usually came out all regrouped like they had just had a strategic meeting and thinking they were in charge of how things would go. And he'd laugh and see what else he could do.
Immediately, he noticed two guys- one a gopnik from the look of him- making their way to the table. Bas didn't know him but that didn't mean anything. It wasn't exactly a brotherhood, by any means. Just something you did when you were younger. And the fighting between gangs was among the bloodiest. So Bas watched him carefully while giving no sign that he was doing so. Course, the guy really wasn't any threat. Not with him around.
He put his arm up on his knee while the other held his drink- he'd just taken a sip- and watched, casually interested. The blonde one- man that guy looked like the biggest douche on the planet. His face begged to be punched. Seriously, he looked like the cover boy for "this face needs to be beaten badly" magazine. How that gopnik could stand to be around him and not put a serious hurtin on him was beyond him.
And of course, he immediately laid into weasel boy. It was clear that he was the source of weasel boy's desire to fight back. Nox saw it too. While Bas was content to see how the contest went- he'd not let the punchable douche hurt him, not badly anyway, but he did want to see what happened- Nox used the power to pull down the gopnik's pants down. Bas busted out laughing and the guy looked at him sharply. Bas kept his smile but became very still and gave the guy a look. His tattoos were visible, but it was clear that he had moved up in the world. The guy would have to be a moron not to figure things out. Which, he might well be. Not all of them were bright, really.
Because of this, he really didn't catch much of weasel boy's and douche face's words. But when he looked back at them, he had to smile. Ho ho ho! Look at him go. He was doing it. Even making a claim for the girl. Bas smiled and watched, dismissing the gopnik from his mind. After a moment, he prayed and the power flooded him. Everything in the club suddenly brightened, the sounds, the smells, the people. He looked over again at the hottie at the other table he good god almighty, but that dress hugged her curves. And he could see her face clearly, sharp blue eyes periodically looking over at them. Oh yeah, target acquired. His hearing picked up on what douche-face was saying to weasel-boy. So....his tastes ran to that did they? But he'd also seen the kid checking out the girl's ass. Maybe both ways. Either way, didn't really matter.
But it did seem like fun. Might be nice to fight these guys later. He leaned over to Nox and whispered. "I got dibs on blondie. You can take out Mr. Adidas there. Finish what you started."
A fight, some dancing, and then some fun with blue eyes.
He stood up. They were of the same height but he was willing to bet blondie did not have the background he did. He looked him in the eye, challenging him to say something. His voice went that dead calm that he used just before he let loose. "You need to leave. Right now."
That was it. No threats. No promises. No boasts. Just a simple fact. And if the guy had two brain cells in his head, he'd read the situation and see that.
He waited, feeling all tingly and loose. Damn, but this was gonna be a good night!
Edited by Sebastian, Sep 26 2014, 11:05 AM.