One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor! - RP Verse with beastlyinsides
I regard the shot glass in front of me wondering just how we ended up here. Sylar and I are in the middle of Bumfuck Egypt, in a dirty ratty bar, miles away from our latest prey.
We're surrounded by good ole boys, I could feel their lecherous eyes undressing me the moment I was ushered through the door. I'm not afraid, it only takes one thought and they'll be drooling idiots on the floor. Lucky for them, I'm not spoiling for a fight. Not yet at least. Sylar hasn't pissed me off that much yet. But he's working his way there.
The bartender comes over dropping two shot glasses and a bottle at Sylar's request. I somehow manage to hold back the snort that threatens to escape when I notice that he only possesses a total of 3 functional teeth. I'm not quite sure what Sylar's game is tonight but I know, it's nothing good.
He's got that smug expression on his face as he waves the bottle of Jose Curevo's finest, mocking me because thanks to Cheerleader Barbie, he can't get drunk.
I'm about to show him just how wrong he is.
We're surrounded by good ole boys, I could feel their lecherous eyes undressing me the moment I was ushered through the door. I'm not afraid, it only takes one thought and they'll be drooling idiots on the floor. Lucky for them, I'm not spoiling for a fight. Not yet at least. Sylar hasn't pissed me off that much yet. But he's working his way there.
The bartender comes over dropping two shot glasses and a bottle at Sylar's request. I somehow manage to hold back the snort that threatens to escape when I notice that he only possesses a total of 3 functional teeth. I'm not quite sure what Sylar's game is tonight but I know, it's nothing good.
He's got that smug expression on his face as he waves the bottle of Jose Curevo's finest, mocking me because thanks to Cheerleader Barbie, he can't get drunk.
I'm about to show him just how wrong he is.