Post by Raenius on Oct 21, 2009 21:07:27 GMT -5
As he waited, our hero fiddled with a beer mat, twirling it around in his fingers playfully while rubbing his beard and looking down over the balcony of the VIP section of the club in which he had met Dirge the week before. Reverently, his thumb traced the name of the club, The Blood Pact, as he looked down towards the bar at a girl that he thought, at the time, he’d love to lick out until she forgot her own name.
Slowly, Dirge emerges from the staircase at the far end of the section, Raenius turning to view his partner walking towards him with a smirk on his face as he watches the Resident Evil throw back a straight Crown.
‘Aggressively prepping to torment my bartenders again?’ Dirge said, clearly joking with Raenius about the last time that they had been in this place.
‘Didn’t that guy need a week off for some kind of minor trauma?’
Dirge, nodding, chuckled lightly.
‘Indeed he did,’ he replied with a wider smile than we mere mortals are used to seeing from him. ‘He’s still displaying a nervous tick over it.’
Raenius raised an eyebrow and looked back over the balcony at the pretty lady he’d been eyeing up all night as Dirge walked over beside him.
‘That thing we discussed? We should get on that right away. If those two fucking pipe-climbers get too comfortable, I wont be happy,’ said Raenius, snarling. ‘Next show, I say we plough it right up their fuckin’ manvingas.’
‘Indeed,’ replied the monster, Dirge. ‘We shouldn’t delay on that. Incidentally, if you’re interested in that young lady who you keep eyeballing, just say something and she's yours.’
Raenius slid the Mechanix glove off his left hand and looked down at his wedding ring.
‘I didn’t shackle this motherfucker to my finger on a whim, brother. Though I do appreciate the offer. Kathryn pleases me more than enough, even from a million miles away.’
As if another sense in the Resident Evil’s body perked up, his head rose slowly. His eyes squinted as he turned around to look toward the top of the steps from which Dirge had just appeared.
And there she was.
The black outline of her blue eyes accentuating her gaunt, perfectly wrought countenance took most, but not all of the attention away from her little purple dress that showed just enough of her legs to make men’s jaws scrape the floor, but not enough to give them an eyeful of the promised land. Her chest and shoulder area gleamed in the light and her blonde, flowing hair fell around her with the grace of an angel’s dance.
Chassie Fear.
‘Well fuck me pink,’ said Raenius, ruining the beauty of the moment. ‘And here’s me thinkin’ you were gonna fuck off to the Caribbean and not fuckin’ come back.’
Smiling at him, Chassie laughed a little as her head bowed a little bit.
‘And leave you here by your lonesome? Never!’ She stated, inclining her head towards Dirge and nodding, both out of salutation and esteem. ‘My friend, how are you?’
Returning the gesture, he held his arms out.
‘Not as pissed off as I was before you graced my establishment and presence with your stunning beauty, my dear.’ Turning to Raenius, Dirge slapped his hand down on his shoulder. ‘I meant you no offence, my friend. I know that for you there is no other woman but your stunning Kathryn, just as there is none other for me than the wonderful lady who continually dignifies me with her beauty and elegance. As you feel for your Kathryn, I feel for my Carolyn.’
Chassie’s eyebrow rose up, amusement adorning her gorgeous features briefly as he sat down at the table before the two men while wondering exactly what type of girl could grab the attention of the Devil’s Advocate. Nodding towards each other, Dirge and Raenius joined the Dark Rose at the table and Raenius gave a vicious, rage-filled nod to the waitress.
‘Come the fuck here, for Christ’s sake, woman,’ he barked nastily. Hesitantly, she approached. ‘Do I not look thirsty or some shit? Is that it?’
Dirge, holding up a hand to her, gave her a look that said, “He doesn’t hate you, really. He is, in fact, just a cunt.”
Dirge looked across at Chassie.
‘Whatever you want Chass, it’s on the house. As for the Irish dick, he’ll have Whiskey. Same as before. I want a Scotch. Hold the ice.’
‘Yeah,’ Raenius added in. ‘Ice is for faggots.’ Dirge smirked at the remark.
‘Another county heard from. I wouldn't know… when the chance arises, ask Jet, Kiseragi or Hastings if they like ice in their booze. If any of them says “yes”, that should just about put that argument to bed…. so to speak.’
Chassie raised her head, looking at the poor waitress.
‘A glass of Grand Marnier,’ she said, turning her attention back to her partners. She moved closer to the two, smiling. ‘So, who has pissed you two off this week?’
Dirge’s eyebrow rose.
‘Why limit things to this week?’
Chassie’s smile widened.
‘Well, if we go any longer, our respective families may never see us. But on a serious note it sounds like you two have business that needs some attending to…’
‘It’s always irked me,’ replied Raenius, with an angry growl behind his voice, ‘when the less talented, moronic or self-righteous among us succeed where they shouldn’t. And these two fucking half-wits Roberts and Hastings ticked those boxes on their fucking application forms.’
‘Too true.’ Retorted Dirge, chuckling at the statement. ‘If this place wasn’t run and populated by mindless, sycophantic window lickers who could go for the gold at the Special Olympics, then things would be different. As I said… we need to cleanse this place of the communal infection that it’s become.’
Raenius rubbed his beard as the group’s drinks were set down before them.
‘We’ve been too distracted. Salem and his bunch of fucking bum chums. Brandon Brownnose and Alex Kiss-my-balls-eragi. We should’ve realised from the beginning what the real targets were. I mean, shit… when you grape a nun, you gotta get past those annoying fucking dressed of hers first, right?’
The Momentum Killer chuckled once again.
‘Indeed my friend’ he responded. ‘But just like a nun, these puritanical vermin are too uptight for their own good. Even the comedians are too concerned with what people think of them. It’s a distracted and disorganized bunch. The truly funny thing is, is that the only thing that unifies them is how much they fear and hate us. After this past Sunday, we saw just how far they are willing to stoop in order to try and protect themselves.’
‘Did you expect any less?’ Fear piped in.
‘We expected, as I’m sure you did, to have some fucking competition. Not a bunch of frightened children that get their friends and mothers to do their fighting for them.’
‘More like their grandmothers,’ Dirge rejoins derisively. ‘I’ve never seen anything like it. I’ve never been in a promotion where the decisions are made from the sunroom at the senior’s home by someone who entertains herself by stuffing the tuna pipe to pictures of a Bruce Lee wannabe. That doesn’t even begin to address her collusion with the newest hypocrite of GIW in Jet Somers… the self-proclaimed boy scout of “Sleeze and Brewtality”… the group that proves that venereal disease and alcohol don’t mix.’
‘There are more than enough targets for the Covenant. At least now we know who to start with.’
The three partners raised their glasses in a toast to the future of GIW, under the iron fist of the Covenant.
Slowly, Dirge emerges from the staircase at the far end of the section, Raenius turning to view his partner walking towards him with a smirk on his face as he watches the Resident Evil throw back a straight Crown.
‘Aggressively prepping to torment my bartenders again?’ Dirge said, clearly joking with Raenius about the last time that they had been in this place.
‘Didn’t that guy need a week off for some kind of minor trauma?’
Dirge, nodding, chuckled lightly.
‘Indeed he did,’ he replied with a wider smile than we mere mortals are used to seeing from him. ‘He’s still displaying a nervous tick over it.’
Raenius raised an eyebrow and looked back over the balcony at the pretty lady he’d been eyeing up all night as Dirge walked over beside him.
‘That thing we discussed? We should get on that right away. If those two fucking pipe-climbers get too comfortable, I wont be happy,’ said Raenius, snarling. ‘Next show, I say we plough it right up their fuckin’ manvingas.’
‘Indeed,’ replied the monster, Dirge. ‘We shouldn’t delay on that. Incidentally, if you’re interested in that young lady who you keep eyeballing, just say something and she's yours.’
Raenius slid the Mechanix glove off his left hand and looked down at his wedding ring.
‘I didn’t shackle this motherfucker to my finger on a whim, brother. Though I do appreciate the offer. Kathryn pleases me more than enough, even from a million miles away.’
As if another sense in the Resident Evil’s body perked up, his head rose slowly. His eyes squinted as he turned around to look toward the top of the steps from which Dirge had just appeared.
And there she was.
The black outline of her blue eyes accentuating her gaunt, perfectly wrought countenance took most, but not all of the attention away from her little purple dress that showed just enough of her legs to make men’s jaws scrape the floor, but not enough to give them an eyeful of the promised land. Her chest and shoulder area gleamed in the light and her blonde, flowing hair fell around her with the grace of an angel’s dance.
Chassie Fear.
‘Well fuck me pink,’ said Raenius, ruining the beauty of the moment. ‘And here’s me thinkin’ you were gonna fuck off to the Caribbean and not fuckin’ come back.’
Smiling at him, Chassie laughed a little as her head bowed a little bit.
‘And leave you here by your lonesome? Never!’ She stated, inclining her head towards Dirge and nodding, both out of salutation and esteem. ‘My friend, how are you?’
Returning the gesture, he held his arms out.
‘Not as pissed off as I was before you graced my establishment and presence with your stunning beauty, my dear.’ Turning to Raenius, Dirge slapped his hand down on his shoulder. ‘I meant you no offence, my friend. I know that for you there is no other woman but your stunning Kathryn, just as there is none other for me than the wonderful lady who continually dignifies me with her beauty and elegance. As you feel for your Kathryn, I feel for my Carolyn.’
Chassie’s eyebrow rose up, amusement adorning her gorgeous features briefly as he sat down at the table before the two men while wondering exactly what type of girl could grab the attention of the Devil’s Advocate. Nodding towards each other, Dirge and Raenius joined the Dark Rose at the table and Raenius gave a vicious, rage-filled nod to the waitress.
‘Come the fuck here, for Christ’s sake, woman,’ he barked nastily. Hesitantly, she approached. ‘Do I not look thirsty or some shit? Is that it?’
Dirge, holding up a hand to her, gave her a look that said, “He doesn’t hate you, really. He is, in fact, just a cunt.”
Dirge looked across at Chassie.
‘Whatever you want Chass, it’s on the house. As for the Irish dick, he’ll have Whiskey. Same as before. I want a Scotch. Hold the ice.’
‘Yeah,’ Raenius added in. ‘Ice is for faggots.’ Dirge smirked at the remark.
‘Another county heard from. I wouldn't know… when the chance arises, ask Jet, Kiseragi or Hastings if they like ice in their booze. If any of them says “yes”, that should just about put that argument to bed…. so to speak.’
Chassie raised her head, looking at the poor waitress.
‘A glass of Grand Marnier,’ she said, turning her attention back to her partners. She moved closer to the two, smiling. ‘So, who has pissed you two off this week?’
Dirge’s eyebrow rose.
‘Why limit things to this week?’
Chassie’s smile widened.
‘Well, if we go any longer, our respective families may never see us. But on a serious note it sounds like you two have business that needs some attending to…’
‘It’s always irked me,’ replied Raenius, with an angry growl behind his voice, ‘when the less talented, moronic or self-righteous among us succeed where they shouldn’t. And these two fucking half-wits Roberts and Hastings ticked those boxes on their fucking application forms.’
‘Too true.’ Retorted Dirge, chuckling at the statement. ‘If this place wasn’t run and populated by mindless, sycophantic window lickers who could go for the gold at the Special Olympics, then things would be different. As I said… we need to cleanse this place of the communal infection that it’s become.’
Raenius rubbed his beard as the group’s drinks were set down before them.
‘We’ve been too distracted. Salem and his bunch of fucking bum chums. Brandon Brownnose and Alex Kiss-my-balls-eragi. We should’ve realised from the beginning what the real targets were. I mean, shit… when you grape a nun, you gotta get past those annoying fucking dressed of hers first, right?’
The Momentum Killer chuckled once again.
‘Indeed my friend’ he responded. ‘But just like a nun, these puritanical vermin are too uptight for their own good. Even the comedians are too concerned with what people think of them. It’s a distracted and disorganized bunch. The truly funny thing is, is that the only thing that unifies them is how much they fear and hate us. After this past Sunday, we saw just how far they are willing to stoop in order to try and protect themselves.’
‘Did you expect any less?’ Fear piped in.
‘We expected, as I’m sure you did, to have some fucking competition. Not a bunch of frightened children that get their friends and mothers to do their fighting for them.’
‘More like their grandmothers,’ Dirge rejoins derisively. ‘I’ve never seen anything like it. I’ve never been in a promotion where the decisions are made from the sunroom at the senior’s home by someone who entertains herself by stuffing the tuna pipe to pictures of a Bruce Lee wannabe. That doesn’t even begin to address her collusion with the newest hypocrite of GIW in Jet Somers… the self-proclaimed boy scout of “Sleeze and Brewtality”… the group that proves that venereal disease and alcohol don’t mix.’
‘There are more than enough targets for the Covenant. At least now we know who to start with.’
The three partners raised their glasses in a toast to the future of GIW, under the iron fist of the Covenant.
