10-15-2016, 03:34 PM
Yeah, so this place was way different from that other shithole. Not quite sure if it was better. Cleaner, certainly. And at least no one was pointing a gun at them. Not like it would have made much difference to Yuri. With the power coursing through him at the time he had been like a fucking pressure cooker just itching to blow his load.
But fuck that place and that stupid bitch that started all that shit. The night was still young. Brodyagi seemed to know his way around, and plus he was footing the bill for tonight. Yuri looked around when they entered. Couple of fucks at a table wearing tight threads that were decent looking but probably knockoffs. They didn't look like they could afford top dollar shit like those peeps at that one fucking party way back. They were pouring each other drinks and talking real close like. Probably butt buddies out on a date. Maybe swingers, looking at how the one was scoping out the girl on the stage. Yuri took in the show for a moment. Damn, she was a tease. Get on with it already and take it off, bitch.
Yuri's head was swimming. Brodyagi said something about keeping his nose clean. He'd snorted a bump on the way here. Yuri dabbed his nose real quick and it came away without any powder. Nah, he was good.
Yuri looked around for a waitress to get him another drink, but then Brodyagi went over and started talking to the gayboys. That's when he felt it. The strong menacing feeling from the younger one with the chin strap stubble. Like a puma, whatever the fuck kind of animal that was, had walked into the room and was growling. Or snarling or barking or drooling, whatever the fuck a puma did. It was the fucking power.
Yuri took a step forward. His heart thudded in his chest like it had been when he'd had the weapon leveled at him. He reached out and seized the power, drinking it in, as much as he could stand to hold, the itching craving for more calling at him.
"Sup, goluboi?"
he said as he looked at the one who was radiating power.
But fuck that place and that stupid bitch that started all that shit. The night was still young. Brodyagi seemed to know his way around, and plus he was footing the bill for tonight. Yuri looked around when they entered. Couple of fucks at a table wearing tight threads that were decent looking but probably knockoffs. They didn't look like they could afford top dollar shit like those peeps at that one fucking party way back. They were pouring each other drinks and talking real close like. Probably butt buddies out on a date. Maybe swingers, looking at how the one was scoping out the girl on the stage. Yuri took in the show for a moment. Damn, she was a tease. Get on with it already and take it off, bitch.
Yuri's head was swimming. Brodyagi said something about keeping his nose clean. He'd snorted a bump on the way here. Yuri dabbed his nose real quick and it came away without any powder. Nah, he was good.
Yuri looked around for a waitress to get him another drink, but then Brodyagi went over and started talking to the gayboys. That's when he felt it. The strong menacing feeling from the younger one with the chin strap stubble. Like a puma, whatever the fuck kind of animal that was, had walked into the room and was growling. Or snarling or barking or drooling, whatever the fuck a puma did. It was the fucking power.
Yuri took a step forward. His heart thudded in his chest like it had been when he'd had the weapon leveled at him. He reached out and seized the power, drinking it in, as much as he could stand to hold, the itching craving for more calling at him.
"Sup, goluboi?"
he said as he looked at the one who was radiating power.