Thread: Just Some Punks in the Backwoods {darkest_fate&Google}

Linh laughed lightly as his comment. It just rang so true what did he have to complain about? So what if he didn't get the full trio having at least one of the hot Twin-Pixies should be more than enough for any guy. Linh was feeling a good deal better as she settled in, able to give her friend a wink and a nudge. Things were in motion, and they all should be good to just settle back and relax. Well, actually, it looked like Andy had already gotten to it. In the short time Linh and Peter had been talking, the pink-streaked twin had slumped over and fallen deep into slumber. For that matter, her sister looked halfway on the way herself. A fact that was not lost on Lex. Her stomach burned with the alcohol, and she certainly felt light headed and sleepy. Like Andy, Lex was cold, wet, tired, and ready to curl up under blankets and drift off at any moment. However, she felt... worse than she thought she should. Her head clouded and the whole world just seemed a little fuzzier than she thought it should be. Despite her efforts, light seemed to be slipping from her vision. Lex felt her muscles relax, her body seeming to melt into the blanket about her. Probably just the booze, and the exhaustion. Yeah, that was it. Couldn't be anything else. Peter was a good guy, a sort of hot, older guy... Linh, however, had noted Lex's slumping. The pretty Asian frowned as she watched her friend slide back. Sure, Lex had tossed back a few, and that shit was strong, but Lex wasn't the lightweight that Andy was. This looked, well, it almost looked like a girl who'd gotten a roofie. Linh had been on the receiving end of one herself, having barely dodged the experience thanks to the careful eye of another friend. she'd also seen it herself, and proceeded to kick the ass of the guy who'd done it. She was seriously considering that now, as she felt the anger creeping up. But like Lex, Linh didn't immediately want to jump to that conclusion. There was still a chance that... Well, the talking foiled it. Linh turned to look up at Peter, hearing him talk about... struggling? Oh fuck, and rising up, his eyes raking Linh's body like he was some sort of soldier on shore leave. Oh fuck no, spat the rocker, taking a step back, moving into a defensive crouch. You sick fuck. Who the fuck do you think you're fucking with? You get so much as a foot within me you sick fucker and I'm shoving my fucking foot so up your dick that you'll be pissing blood through a tube, got it? Linh moved to crouch defensively near her friends. Suddenly, she wished she hadn't shimmied out of her shirt, though at least she had on pretty well everything else. She was also wishing that she hadn't sipped the alcohol. Some liquor did her good, but she was pretty sure she'd tipped past that point. Linh leaned over and shoved Andy hard, figuring that she'd be the easier twin to wake up. Andy did stir a bit, making noises and gesturing. The action mostly just shifted the blanket enough to show off Andy's bared torso, one tiny breast coming into the light. Linh spat curses, focusing her attentions solely on Peter for now. She'd kicked guys' asses before she'd do it with this country mother fucker now. One hard kick between his legs and he'd be wishing he'd never seen them on the side of the road.