Warmth filling Mik's lungs, he stopped one of the wandering servers and snagged a drink, spiced rum as it happened. Good enough. He dipped the tip of the cigar into the drink and pulled a drag. The flavor of the leaf filtered through the darkly sweet mixture and he sighed contentedly.
"Fuck, man. This is some good shit." Cigars were meant to be enjoyed slowly. The experience was where it was at. The slight buzz he held only enhanced the feeling. He'd let the power go.
Sometimes, if he held the power too long, normal life felt boring. He'd known enough addicts in his life to know that your brain could get jacked because things got boring. Harder and more drugs. More sex. More porn. Desensitized you.
Let's just say that Mik no desire to be limp when opportunity came because he fucked up his brain chemistry or whatever. He figure the power was probably the same.
Small doses.
He eyed Ryker. Kinda hit despite the scar. Course the guy didnt swing that way. No matter. Plenty of fish in the sea.
Nah, they were here for some trouble. "I always have ideas. Lady Luck has some fun planned tonight, I'm guessin'. Beware, though. She's a bitch. Fuck you over as easily as anyone else."
He laughed and took another drag, smoke lazily drifting from his nostrils, curling and whirling slowly. Another sip. Fuck but rum and cigars where amazing.
Anyway..." Yeah, I'm down. Just let me know who mommy and daddy are. I've been known to be a matchmaker." He winked. "And a home wrecker. All the same game, really."
He looked out into the crowd, taking stock of who was out there. One big burly guy caught his eye. Cop, obviously. Cheap ass clothes maybe gave it away. Or the way they walked. He wasnt sure. But totally a cop. Cute, though. Square jaw and broad chest definitely dripped testosterone.
"Fuck, man. This is some good shit." Cigars were meant to be enjoyed slowly. The experience was where it was at. The slight buzz he held only enhanced the feeling. He'd let the power go.
Sometimes, if he held the power too long, normal life felt boring. He'd known enough addicts in his life to know that your brain could get jacked because things got boring. Harder and more drugs. More sex. More porn. Desensitized you.
Let's just say that Mik no desire to be limp when opportunity came because he fucked up his brain chemistry or whatever. He figure the power was probably the same.
Small doses.
He eyed Ryker. Kinda hit despite the scar. Course the guy didnt swing that way. No matter. Plenty of fish in the sea.
Nah, they were here for some trouble. "I always have ideas. Lady Luck has some fun planned tonight, I'm guessin'. Beware, though. She's a bitch. Fuck you over as easily as anyone else."
He laughed and took another drag, smoke lazily drifting from his nostrils, curling and whirling slowly. Another sip. Fuck but rum and cigars where amazing.
Anyway..." Yeah, I'm down. Just let me know who mommy and daddy are. I've been known to be a matchmaker." He winked. "And a home wrecker. All the same game, really."
He looked out into the crowd, taking stock of who was out there. One big burly guy caught his eye. Cop, obviously. Cheap ass clothes maybe gave it away. Or the way they walked. He wasnt sure. But totally a cop. Cute, though. Square jaw and broad chest definitely dripped testosterone.
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods