Thread: Venus Ascending [Chai & Alkaline]

Mother fuckers didn't even let it start. I suppose I could have let them just track you down, but some stupid knight in shining armor complex kicked in... Dom said as he sighed, tossing a towel of his own onto the counter as he dried off his own hands. To be clear though, I wasn't trying to save you. It was all these pretty dancers that... Dom paused, eyes wide as he stared down at his own shoulder. A small chunk of spongey pink flesh clung to his jacket, no larger than the size of a dime. Oh fuck. Gross... That's brains, isn't it. Fuck me. I can't throw up in front of Diamond and Pearl and Sapphire or whatever jewel these girls are named after... No... They'd completely refuse to ever give me one of their dances if they saw that... Gagging he turned towards the sink, a finger reaching up and quickly flicking at the little mass. It was sent flying into the wall nearby where it stuck for a brief moment before tumbling down onto the floor. Dominic braced himself against the side of the counter, closed his eyes and took in a few deep breaths as his cheeks flushed a little pale. I can handle blood. I can handle guts. I can handle a guy pissing and shitting himself as I cut his head clean off... But I fucking can't handle brains for some stupid fucking reason, he muttered under his breath, eyes finally opening up after a few more moments. This is all your fault by the way. If you hadn't killed any of their damn 'mums' I'd be happily pinned into a comfy chair, a beautiful ass rubbing against my cock... he said, glaring over at Kaisa and vulgarly grabbing at his crotch. Maybe, I'd even have the pleasure of convincing one of them to suck it too! But no. You killed too many fucking mothers or at least the wrong fucking mothers and instead I'm on the verge of wretching into a sink and making a damn fool of myself. Dominic's trademark smirk was long gone now. Instead, his eyes burned, filled with an intense anger as he pounded his fist against the counter. Before he said anything more he found himself turning quickly to the two men behind him. Stepping over the corpse with his head blown open, he walked up to the pair as they writhed on the ground in pain. Sorry gents, I was feeling generous at first, but your buddy's brains made me feel a little self conscious apparently. Truth be told, probably for the better that I do this now anyways. I get to blow off some steam, and you don't have to be tortured by Big Mike and his goons. Drawing out his pistol, he gritted his teeth and spat on the floor next to the first man. Tell your mom or uncle or whoever the fuck it was hi once you reach hell, he growled, his voice low and filled with anger as he let the gun fall down to point towards their chest. Over next five seconds, the club was once again filled with the sound of gun fire as Dominic unloaded the chamber into the two men. Four bullets in each. A quick, remorseless act. With his back to Kaisa, he was a silhouette against the flashing strobe lights of the catwalk behind him, each shot seeming to ring out in time with the thumping bass. After a few seconds she could see him tilt his head toward the ceiling, and his shoulders slump in relief. When he turned around his smile was back, even if the anger was still there. That's a little better I suppose... he said as he causally set his gun down on the bar and reached out to grab a bottle of whiskey. With his free hand, he pulled out a rather large sum of credits and scattered them on the countertop. That should more than cover the mess and damages, Mike. And the cost of whatever piss water this might be, he said as he held the bottle up in front of him, squinting at the label. As he leaned in and uncocked the bottle with his teeth, he grabbed two glasses and began to fill them both up, finally turning back to Kaisa once more. And you. You owe me a lap dance, at the least. Don't think I'm going to forget that you and your damn reputation cost me a good time tonight. I was really looking forward to blowing off some steam... he said as he tossed back the first drink. You get what you need though? Or can we get off this space station. Not sure I'd like to stick around and see if it can ruin my mood further.