Mik's eyes were open for a while now, but that didn't mean he actually saw much. It was dark. That was part of it, anyway. Not that he was high. At least not much. He had a bit of a lingering buzz from the night before. No hangover yet- and not cuz he had taken any pills to prevent it. That took preparation and somehow that just didn't feel like his style.
No. Simplest explanation was that he was still drunk. I mean he had been laying there for only...he turned his head to look at his clock with the Triskelion on its face and it did feel a bit like he was swimming- his eyes took a moment to adjust- anyway, the clock said 10:38 am and so...
Why did he want to know the time again? Not like "work" started early for him. So what did he care? Bed was nice. And it felt good cocooned in his cool satin blankets and fluffy pillows and a fan blowing cool air over his naked body.
Between the morning drunk and the warmth of the bed and the cool of the air, it was almost the perfect way to wake up. Well, almost. Almost perfect, anyway. The ingrate was up, and he'd have to take care of him. Another person or three to help out with that- and to have some morning fun with- would have been awesome.
Poor Mik. Always suffering. He lay there a few minutes- maybe minutes, maybe an hour, not like he was watching the clock- and finally decided to get up. He'd take care of business later. The buzz wasn't truly disconcerting. And he wanted to go see what kind of trouble he could get in to.
Having a bit of pent up sexual energy in his system helped spice things up. Walking around with a loaded gun made him a bit more open and willing to jump into shit he probably might avoid. But where was the fun in that?
He didn't have much yet to do. A couple of fact find missions regarding the new Yakuza presence. And of course the death of Yun Kao had left a hole. He was gonna miss her. Not that she had done anything other than use him: information, manipulation, messages or certain other outcomes. All bought and paid for. But hey, he'd been paid. And while they'd never actually gotten down to business, she certainly hadn't jumped down his throat when he flirted with her. She had nice eyes. And a nice mouth. And those scars....yeah, that would have been fun.
Oh well. To missed opportunities.
But when God closed a door, the Lady cut a hole in the wall with a lightsaber. And he'd gotten a glimpse of the new Yakuza heavy in town. The one related to her. Xixin Kao. Tell you what, the Kao bloodline was a good one, at least from what he could tell. Who knew? Maybe he'd be Xixin's guy too? Time would tell.
So a shower, a shave, a rough brush of his hair, some black fade jeans- a bit on the tighter side cuz, why not?- a gray laced neck shirt and his blood red leather jacket and he was out the door. To where? He hadn't a clue.
But out was out and he was about. The streets were relatively calm. He only had to jump a couple times when moving between cars. The honks and yells only made him laugh. Course he could turn the streets into a parking lot if he wanted to.
But that was boring.
Tunnels had figured in his life lately. And it wasn't like he
hadn't had fun or anything. But this time, he'd see what was going down above ground. Plus, it meant less laundry- or ruined clothes. Nothing lasted forever and he wasn't too attached to anything. But it wasn"t like he was made of money. And he liked some of his stuff, damnit!!
So anyway, out and about, flipping a coin at each street to see which way to go, and he found himself nearing the park. Jesus. He wasn't really a nature guy. Hikes bored him to tears. "Oooh look, we walked up a mountain! Woo-hoo! Now let's walk back now!" Fucking morons. If it was important to get to the top, he'd just as soon take a sky tram or whatever the fuck you called it.
But the park was right there and it wasn't like Lady fortune wasn't in charge. So he might as well see what was going on....
...which was how he found himself with a big ass grin on his face as he watched a bunch of goofs with padding and costumes beating each other off with swords. Not exactly the kind of sword play he liked.
Still for all of that, he was having fun. Seriously, this was hilarious. The Lady stood next to him, Yun Kao's face flashing him a grin that he wished seen in real life. Yeah, too bad. But the Lady indicated this was going to be fun. Why the fuck not.
Besides , unlike these doofs, he actually had power. Not that he would fight with it. Not this pathetic lot. His fire whips and knives would make short work of them. But might as well beat up children. But he was feeling frisky. His oats. Horny. Punch drunk. Loaded. Whatever you wanted to call it.
He stepped up to the table or whatever. Registration screens and such were displayed. There was a hot chick dressed as a forest elf and a sexy pirate in full Johnny Depp mode and he thought thank God for cosplay, for the millionth time. He didn't decide to talk to one OR the other. Why go one when you can go for both?
"Who do I need to talk to, to get to fight you two?" He grinned. "Promise to make it fun.".
Ok, so there was a bit of eye rolling. Not that that bothered him. He had his way. And getting a reaction was only the start. He knew what he liked. The chase and the game. So he wasn't out yet...
...though standing here with padding strapped to his arms, chest, back and legs did make him think this was not the game he thoght. Still a game was a game. And the Lady still had her grin. He grinned back, shrugging. She wanted to have a little.fun. He never minded giving her a little entertainment. Not like she didn't look out for him. In her own way.
So he wasn"t paying too much attention when the match started. Which he should have. He found himself glad of the padding as the slap to his chest stunned him. Ok. Maybe more than stunned. Still, it was what he was here for.
Attention on the guy who whacked him, he went to work. Maybe he should have watched more Kung Fu movies. He wasn't sure why he thought Quentin Tarrantino gave him a an edge. The doofus got in a few good hits, but he got better fast. I mean, he had too.
The Elf Princess and Captain Jack were watching, after all.
No. Simplest explanation was that he was still drunk. I mean he had been laying there for only...he turned his head to look at his clock with the Triskelion on its face and it did feel a bit like he was swimming- his eyes took a moment to adjust- anyway, the clock said 10:38 am and so...
Why did he want to know the time again? Not like "work" started early for him. So what did he care? Bed was nice. And it felt good cocooned in his cool satin blankets and fluffy pillows and a fan blowing cool air over his naked body.
Between the morning drunk and the warmth of the bed and the cool of the air, it was almost the perfect way to wake up. Well, almost. Almost perfect, anyway. The ingrate was up, and he'd have to take care of him. Another person or three to help out with that- and to have some morning fun with- would have been awesome.
Poor Mik. Always suffering. He lay there a few minutes- maybe minutes, maybe an hour, not like he was watching the clock- and finally decided to get up. He'd take care of business later. The buzz wasn't truly disconcerting. And he wanted to go see what kind of trouble he could get in to.
Having a bit of pent up sexual energy in his system helped spice things up. Walking around with a loaded gun made him a bit more open and willing to jump into shit he probably might avoid. But where was the fun in that?
He didn't have much yet to do. A couple of fact find missions regarding the new Yakuza presence. And of course the death of Yun Kao had left a hole. He was gonna miss her. Not that she had done anything other than use him: information, manipulation, messages or certain other outcomes. All bought and paid for. But hey, he'd been paid. And while they'd never actually gotten down to business, she certainly hadn't jumped down his throat when he flirted with her. She had nice eyes. And a nice mouth. And those scars....yeah, that would have been fun.
Oh well. To missed opportunities.
But when God closed a door, the Lady cut a hole in the wall with a lightsaber. And he'd gotten a glimpse of the new Yakuza heavy in town. The one related to her. Xixin Kao. Tell you what, the Kao bloodline was a good one, at least from what he could tell. Who knew? Maybe he'd be Xixin's guy too? Time would tell.
So a shower, a shave, a rough brush of his hair, some black fade jeans- a bit on the tighter side cuz, why not?- a gray laced neck shirt and his blood red leather jacket and he was out the door. To where? He hadn't a clue.
But out was out and he was about. The streets were relatively calm. He only had to jump a couple times when moving between cars. The honks and yells only made him laugh. Course he could turn the streets into a parking lot if he wanted to.
But that was boring.
Tunnels had figured in his life lately. And it wasn't like he
hadn't had fun or anything. But this time, he'd see what was going down above ground. Plus, it meant less laundry- or ruined clothes. Nothing lasted forever and he wasn't too attached to anything. But it wasn"t like he was made of money. And he liked some of his stuff, damnit!!
So anyway, out and about, flipping a coin at each street to see which way to go, and he found himself nearing the park. Jesus. He wasn't really a nature guy. Hikes bored him to tears. "Oooh look, we walked up a mountain! Woo-hoo! Now let's walk back now!" Fucking morons. If it was important to get to the top, he'd just as soon take a sky tram or whatever the fuck you called it.
But the park was right there and it wasn't like Lady fortune wasn't in charge. So he might as well see what was going on....
...which was how he found himself with a big ass grin on his face as he watched a bunch of goofs with padding and costumes beating each other off with swords. Not exactly the kind of sword play he liked.
Still for all of that, he was having fun. Seriously, this was hilarious. The Lady stood next to him, Yun Kao's face flashing him a grin that he wished seen in real life. Yeah, too bad. But the Lady indicated this was going to be fun. Why the fuck not.
Besides , unlike these doofs, he actually had power. Not that he would fight with it. Not this pathetic lot. His fire whips and knives would make short work of them. But might as well beat up children. But he was feeling frisky. His oats. Horny. Punch drunk. Loaded. Whatever you wanted to call it.
He stepped up to the table or whatever. Registration screens and such were displayed. There was a hot chick dressed as a forest elf and a sexy pirate in full Johnny Depp mode and he thought thank God for cosplay, for the millionth time. He didn't decide to talk to one OR the other. Why go one when you can go for both?
"Who do I need to talk to, to get to fight you two?" He grinned. "Promise to make it fun.".
Ok, so there was a bit of eye rolling. Not that that bothered him. He had his way. And getting a reaction was only the start. He knew what he liked. The chase and the game. So he wasn't out yet...
...though standing here with padding strapped to his arms, chest, back and legs did make him think this was not the game he thoght. Still a game was a game. And the Lady still had her grin. He grinned back, shrugging. She wanted to have a little.fun. He never minded giving her a little entertainment. Not like she didn't look out for him. In her own way.
So he wasn"t paying too much attention when the match started. Which he should have. He found himself glad of the padding as the slap to his chest stunned him. Ok. Maybe more than stunned. Still, it was what he was here for.
Attention on the guy who whacked him, he went to work. Maybe he should have watched more Kung Fu movies. He wasn't sure why he thought Quentin Tarrantino gave him a an edge. The doofus got in a few good hits, but he got better fast. I mean, he had too.
The Elf Princess and Captain Jack were watching, after all.
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods