Mik's eye followed the hottie in the yoga pants. Silently he offered a prayer of thanks for them. I mean seriously!! How they hug the girl's curves was a miracle. Almost better than naked. Not that anyone was listening. Duh. The Lady certainly did give a fuck.
But he sure did. And an ass like that needed to be worshipped. Yeah, seriously. Set up a church and everything. Congregants and pews and candles. He'd line up to pay the holy sacrament or whatever you did. Fuck but he would. He'd do the confession or something, for a peek.
He laughed. Fucktard. Idly he wondered if something like that could happen. Be a funny joke, actually. Yet another example of how stupid everyone was. A church of Ass. Ass's Witnesses? Church of Latter Day Ass? The Orthodox Ass? The Ass-acostals?
Ok. Yeah. He was cracking himself up. Tonight sounded fun. And he had a buzz, sure. That vodka wasn't gonna drink itself, after all. Ryker had called. Scarface himself. Which was something. As in, a whole lot of trouble. Which he was down for
Course he knew what tonight was about. The Spider was weaving her web again, trying to catch the Yakuza. Of course he knew. That was his job.
What Ryker wanted was a mystery, but eh. Fun was fun. And what did he have to do but jerk off to porn or find a hottie at the bar or whatever tonight. Fight or fuck, it was all the same, in the end. In the end. Hah! He had to stop. He was gonna kill himself.
Anyway, so he wandered the festival. Asian with boob was a big thing, these days. And there were plenty. He liked that. Fuck, but he did.. Add the ass and fuck Ryker. He'd be gone. Let the guy go fuck himself. While Mik fucked someone else.
But nah. He saw him, standing there all stiff. Dude needed to relax. Life was a game. Just play it and have fun.
"'Sup bro!" He looked around. One dude had some tattoos going up his arm just begging to be traced. He pulled his eyes away. "Glad you messaged. What kind of trouble you got for me?"
But he sure did. And an ass like that needed to be worshipped. Yeah, seriously. Set up a church and everything. Congregants and pews and candles. He'd line up to pay the holy sacrament or whatever you did. Fuck but he would. He'd do the confession or something, for a peek.
He laughed. Fucktard. Idly he wondered if something like that could happen. Be a funny joke, actually. Yet another example of how stupid everyone was. A church of Ass. Ass's Witnesses? Church of Latter Day Ass? The Orthodox Ass? The Ass-acostals?
Ok. Yeah. He was cracking himself up. Tonight sounded fun. And he had a buzz, sure. That vodka wasn't gonna drink itself, after all. Ryker had called. Scarface himself. Which was something. As in, a whole lot of trouble. Which he was down for
Course he knew what tonight was about. The Spider was weaving her web again, trying to catch the Yakuza. Of course he knew. That was his job.
What Ryker wanted was a mystery, but eh. Fun was fun. And what did he have to do but jerk off to porn or find a hottie at the bar or whatever tonight. Fight or fuck, it was all the same, in the end. In the end. Hah! He had to stop. He was gonna kill himself.
Anyway, so he wandered the festival. Asian with boob was a big thing, these days. And there were plenty. He liked that. Fuck, but he did.. Add the ass and fuck Ryker. He'd be gone. Let the guy go fuck himself. While Mik fucked someone else.
But nah. He saw him, standing there all stiff. Dude needed to relax. Life was a game. Just play it and have fun.
"'Sup bro!" He looked around. One dude had some tattoos going up his arm just begging to be traced. He pulled his eyes away. "Glad you messaged. What kind of trouble you got for me?"
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods