Post by veronicajowolf on Apr 13, 2008 19:56:25 GMT
|| open to many ||
|| rated [w] for language, mentions of sexual activity, and crude humor ||
|| title credit goes to Bloodhound Gang - You're Pretty When I'm Drunk ||
It was just another typical Saturday night and there were only a couple things Veronica would even possibly consider participating. True to her addictions it seemed as if the girl was attempting to drown herself in alcohol while she played yet another round of five-card draw. Peering through the haze of smoke down at the cards in her hand she considered her options. She had a pair of Jacks, one of the best hands she’s had all night, and for once she didn’t have to bet on a bluff. However the look in the eyes of the man across from her, told her she was screwed. Isn’t it funny how men when introduced to alcohol have trouble concealing emotions? Nikki who had learned early how to keep emotions concealed. It was just part of the job when she worked the tables at a near-by casino.
Tonight was different than her usual spot at the casino however. Music was thrumming through the air, vibrating her lungs. The acidic smell of cigarettes that cast a slight haze about the house were only bested by the bittersweet smell of alcohol. People were jam-packed into this medium sized home some even spilling out onto the lawn and surrounding streets. It was just another Saturday party that Nikki had heard of from a friend of a friend, and had decided to attend. No one would notice if an entire car full of strangers pulled in and joined the party at this point. Although it was just a bit crowded for her tastes, the alcohol was free and the poker was good so she needed no other reasons.
Sadly though she was loosing her money at this game of poker. At this rate Jo’d just have to be eating romen until next week’s paycheck. Folding her jacks, she watched the rest of the game unfold. The majority at the table had bluffed their way through the bet, but a scant couple had a pair. What she was truly interested in seeing was that the man across from her had nothing. Absolutely nothing. She could feel her mouth drop and an eyebrow quirk involuntarily before she glanced up to look at the man’s face. He suppressed a smirk and winked. Obviously he was even better than Nikki was, and knew exactly how the casino type played. Slightly miffed that she was played so well Veronica narrowed her eyes at the man before standing to collect what was left of her money. Stuffing the bills into the back pocket of her jeans before grabbing what was left of her coke and rum and stalked off to find something stronger. “Fucking play-boys think they’re so much better,” Nikki snarled.
As Veronica navigated her way through the mass of pulsing bodies she realized what was thrumming through the air. Some sort of rap that no could understand the words or what they were talking about but enjoyed dry humping in the middle of living room anyway. They might as well just screw and get it over with. It’s not like people weren’t having sex in various parts of the house. In fact not that long ago she had walked into a couple doing it in the bathroom. How the girl bent like that was beyond Veronica, but if the noise was any indicator she would have to try that position out sometime herself. Now moseying her way over to the sound system she sought out the CDs, and attempted to find something decent worth listening to. Thankfully there was a pretty extensive music collection otherwise Veronica would have needed to migrate to another party to locate some more free booze. Finally selecting a mix CD with hastily scrawled artists on the front. "Bad Company, Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendirx, Guns N' Roses, and Benny Benassi," Nikki read off before shaking her head. "Well the last two are a bit out of sync. Wonder if they guy even knew what era these are from. He does have some decent taste though . . ." Popping in the CD she hit play, and Bad Company's title song starting blasting through the speakers. The dry-humpers didn't seem to notice, and continued their ministrations at a slightly different pace.
|| rated [w] for language, mentions of sexual activity, and crude humor ||
|| title credit goes to Bloodhound Gang - You're Pretty When I'm Drunk ||
It was just another typical Saturday night and there were only a couple things Veronica would even possibly consider participating. True to her addictions it seemed as if the girl was attempting to drown herself in alcohol while she played yet another round of five-card draw. Peering through the haze of smoke down at the cards in her hand she considered her options. She had a pair of Jacks, one of the best hands she’s had all night, and for once she didn’t have to bet on a bluff. However the look in the eyes of the man across from her, told her she was screwed. Isn’t it funny how men when introduced to alcohol have trouble concealing emotions? Nikki who had learned early how to keep emotions concealed. It was just part of the job when she worked the tables at a near-by casino.
Tonight was different than her usual spot at the casino however. Music was thrumming through the air, vibrating her lungs. The acidic smell of cigarettes that cast a slight haze about the house were only bested by the bittersweet smell of alcohol. People were jam-packed into this medium sized home some even spilling out onto the lawn and surrounding streets. It was just another Saturday party that Nikki had heard of from a friend of a friend, and had decided to attend. No one would notice if an entire car full of strangers pulled in and joined the party at this point. Although it was just a bit crowded for her tastes, the alcohol was free and the poker was good so she needed no other reasons.
Sadly though she was loosing her money at this game of poker. At this rate Jo’d just have to be eating romen until next week’s paycheck. Folding her jacks, she watched the rest of the game unfold. The majority at the table had bluffed their way through the bet, but a scant couple had a pair. What she was truly interested in seeing was that the man across from her had nothing. Absolutely nothing. She could feel her mouth drop and an eyebrow quirk involuntarily before she glanced up to look at the man’s face. He suppressed a smirk and winked. Obviously he was even better than Nikki was, and knew exactly how the casino type played. Slightly miffed that she was played so well Veronica narrowed her eyes at the man before standing to collect what was left of her money. Stuffing the bills into the back pocket of her jeans before grabbing what was left of her coke and rum and stalked off to find something stronger. “Fucking play-boys think they’re so much better,” Nikki snarled.
As Veronica navigated her way through the mass of pulsing bodies she realized what was thrumming through the air. Some sort of rap that no could understand the words or what they were talking about but enjoyed dry humping in the middle of living room anyway. They might as well just screw and get it over with. It’s not like people weren’t having sex in various parts of the house. In fact not that long ago she had walked into a couple doing it in the bathroom. How the girl bent like that was beyond Veronica, but if the noise was any indicator she would have to try that position out sometime herself. Now moseying her way over to the sound system she sought out the CDs, and attempted to find something decent worth listening to. Thankfully there was a pretty extensive music collection otherwise Veronica would have needed to migrate to another party to locate some more free booze. Finally selecting a mix CD with hastily scrawled artists on the front. "Bad Company, Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendirx, Guns N' Roses, and Benny Benassi," Nikki read off before shaking her head. "Well the last two are a bit out of sync. Wonder if they guy even knew what era these are from. He does have some decent taste though . . ." Popping in the CD she hit play, and Bad Company's title song starting blasting through the speakers. The dry-humpers didn't seem to notice, and continued their ministrations at a slightly different pace.
"Company Always on the runNikki shrugged and picked up a half-empty bottle of Captain Morgan from a near-by table before meandering through the rest of the party. Taking notice of no one she knew Veronica plopped herself on a black leather couch and began taking small swigs off the bottle. By this time the bite of the alcohol wasn't even a bother, and easily slid down her throat warming her from the core. A lazy smile slide across her face, and she watched the drunken party-goers stumble back and forth across the room attempting intelligent conversation. It was rather entertaining, and easily better than TV. If there ever was a way to spend a Saturday night, this was the way.
Destiny is the rising sun
Oh I was born 6-gun in my hand
Behind a gun I'll make my final stand
That's why they call me Bad company
And I can't deny
Bad company
Till the day I die
Till the day I die"
"Bad company, I can't deny|| Yeah, I realize the end was a pile of suck, but I need to jump in the shower here pretty soon. Hopefully the rest isn't as bad . . . PM'd critique would be cool if you think I'm doing something wrong. ^_^ ||
Bad company, Till the day I die
And I say it's
Bad company Oh Yeah---Yeah Bad company
Till the day I die Oh Yeah Tell me that you are not a thief
Oh But I am Bad Company
It's the way I play
Dirty for dirty"