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[Casey Snyder]

The night begun rearing its head and people walked around the district like headless mice. They were looking for a decent club to go into before the time arrived to close the doors, which was in a few hours. Most people knew which club to go into and were moving in groups of mostly drunk men and women walking in pairs of walking vomit. 

Casey halted his bike and let it rest on the standard, while making sure it was locked up. If not.. well people should know better than to touch his bike. He wasn't above breaking a few faces to get his point across. You only touched his stuff if he gave the okay. And even then you did so with caution.

He eyed certain people as they walked by, looking more at the women than the men. He couldn't be arsed to fake a smile or do anything social this night, not for these lousy dickwads. ''Keep at it and I'll replace the olives in your drink with eyeballs.'' He suddenly said as he realized someone was looking at his custom built bike from way too close. The man loking at his bike didn't budge or react, and just kept on watching.

Casey grabbed the man by the shoulder and pulled him away from his bike with a displeased grunt. ''Fuck off.'' He snarled as he looked at the man and clenched his fists. ''Or we could just do this, princess.'' He added as the man only half turned away and saw Casey shrug a bit, tilt his head and cock back his fist, working the man to the pavement with a laugh. ''It's what ya get for being a fucking douche, dickface.''

He stepped over the unconscious man and entered one of the nearby clubs, instantly going for the bar inside. He heard the music playing and looked at the bouncer in disgust. ''The fuck you looking at?''

Case navigated over to the bar and took a seat, pushing aside several other people and hailing the bartender as he raised his voice to be heard over the music. ''Gimme a fucking glass of tequila, and give me some vodka to get the awful taste out of my throat.''

[Josie Raines]

It had been a long week, that was for sure. Even without mishaps in the home ec room and flooding in the first floor bathrooms, the awful weather meant lots of kids tracking mud into the building. Yes, there had been plenty of work for Josie that week. But Saturday night was here and it was time to unwind. Some nights she was too exhausted and mopey to handle more than some wine and jazz until she passed out on the sofa. Not tonight - tonight Josie needed loud, needed energy.

So off to the clubs it was.

Maybe it was the endorphins from dancing, maybe it was the solid buzz she'd been maintaining for the last hour or so. Whatever it was, Josie was for once feeling fantastic as she retreated from the dance floor for another beer. A light sheen of sweat was visible on her forehead and what of her back wasn't covered by her black crop top. Money in her closed fist, Josie waited for a chance to grab the bartender's attention.

And then Tattoos McPottymouth rolled up.

Through her tipsy haze, Josie couldn't help by find something comical about the inked-up man who'd shoved up next to her, barking his demands. He was too fucking serious, she decided with a derisive snort.

"Oh, quick posin' an' just order the appletini, we can all tell you wanna," Josie snickered. "It's 2014, no one gives a shit, sweet cheeks."

[Casey Snyder]

He got several poisonous looks from the people around him, and even one from the bartender as he was just about to get to some random woman. He shouted his orders once more, but to no real avail.

And then the woman, looking a bit tipsy and sweaty which Case would definitely address, snorted and Case instantly assumed she was laughing at him, which irked him sideways and twice over. She told him to stop posing and Casey instantly closed his fist and decided he needed a drink, and fast. He grabbed one of the beers from a passerby and downed it in one quick gulp.

''Posing?'' Case replied as another shot was fired in his direction in the form of an appletini insult. ''You fuckin' assuming I'm gay, slut?'' He walked in her direction and crushed the glass in his hand, which instantly drove out the shards of glass and healed up.

His hand reached for her neck as a smile crept up on his face. ''I am far from fucking gay, bitch.'' He continued as his hand hovered inches in front of her neck.

''Now, you're going to pay for my drinks.'' He tilted his head. ''I insist.''

[Josie Raines]

If Josie had witnessed the spectacle of the man's arrival out front - or hell, if she were just a little more sober - maybe his threat would have found some traction. As it was, she could barely keep herself from cackling in his face, especially when he shattered a bottle in his fist to... What? Prove how straight he was? Psh. She hadn't even been calling him gay. If anything, she was callin him a pussy. But hey, his words, not Josie's.

"Lighten the fuck up, you crank," she laughed, when he was done with his spiel. "Go drink, go dance, hell - go suck a dick or two. You'll feel better with some protein in ya."

Josie turned back to the bar, where the barkeep was watching the tattooed man carefully. Probably in case he needed to call the police, she figured.

"Hey, can I get a Killian's for me and a cosmopolitan for my totally straight friend here?" she asked, passing her money over the counter. Hey, he'd insisted, after all. Now the fun part - could he pull the bug out of his ass and drink a froo-froo cocktail or was he too insecure in his manhood to accept a free drink?

[Casey Snyder]

Crank? Casey? Maybe, but he'd never admit it. He retracted his hand at the mention of sucking a dick or two, feel better with some protein in him. The joke wasn't lost on him but this slut could not have picked a worse person for target practice.

Case turned to the bar as the woman ordered a Killian and a cosmopolitan for her friend. The walking tattoo was kinda surprised by the fact she even had a friend, until he realized it was him she was talking about. ''Who the fuck told you we were friends, you cunt?'' He said with a slight chuckle.

He moved in to swoop the beer from the woman and mockingly show it to her. ''Cheers, bitch.'' And downed a big gulp before putting the bottle on the counter and picking up the cosmopolitan which he mixed with the beer and took another sip.

''Thanks for the drinks. They're delicious. I'm sure you can taste it later tonight.'' He said as he pointed at his crotch with his inked up fingers, beer still in hand.

[Josie Raines]

Now, Josie didn't have much a problem with strangers calling her a bitch or a slut. Let's be real, if the boot fits, right? Not to mention if that was somebody's go-to type of insult, then frankly, they just weren't all that creative. But stealing a drink she'd paid for? Now that was a problem.

Josie's sarcastic grin fell briefly as the man dangled the beer bottle in her face and pulled a swig from it. Her smile returned, noticeably harder, as he made his feeble attempt at mocking her.

"I'm doing you a favor, dude, it's obvious you're desperate for a wingwoman while you cruise," Josie shot back. "It takes a slut to know one, after all. And honey - " she had to crane her neck to peer disdainfully up at him, leaning in to be heard over the music - "you got some dick suckin' lips if I've ever seen 'em."

[Casey Snyder]

The drink went down oddly smooth. She called it a froo-froo drink, but it happened to be something Casey could see him drinking more often. If only it were a bit heavier. Three drinks and not even a slight tingle yet. He was also getting a bit peckish.. He downed the beer and took some peanuts from behind the bar, getting a dirty look from the bartender as he grabbed his hand and shook his head.

''Lighten up, fuckface. My personal dickvacuum,'' He pointed at Josie. ''is going to pay for all of this shit.'' He aggressively yanked his hand away from the bartender, dumped the peanuts into his beer bottle and downed the drink, which now had a peanut flavor added it, further.

''Favor?'' Casey repeated. ''Bitch, who says I'm looking? And even if I was, what makes you think I need help?'' The woman looked up at him and said he had dick sucking lips, and good ones at that. Casey had trouble accepting that even as an insult, let alone a compliment. ''Bitch, while I do have great lips, the only cock sucking that will be happening tonight will be handled by you.''

He put the beer bottle on the bar and turned to the bartender. ''Where is my fucking vodka?!''

[Josie Raines]

Josie watched, corner of her mouth pulled up in a grossed-out sneer, as the man downed his peanut-beer concoction, which looked even worse than when he'd mixed it with the cosmo. Maybe his taste was as bad as his manners.

When he cried for vodka, Josie turned to the bartender as well, who promptly through his hands up in the universal gesture for "fuck this, I'm out" and stomped away to tend to less troublesome customers. Smart move - he wasn't getting any more money from her, not while fuckface here was around to poach her drinks.

"Well nice job, asshole, ya bit the hand that pours," Josie snapped at the tattooed man. Oh well - the place was packed enough she could probably get lost in the crowd and work her way around to the other end of the bar. "Good luck findin' a decent top tonight, I am out."

With that she turned and sauntered back to the dance floor - hopefully it wasn't too late to salvage the night.

[Casey Snyder]

Casey felt a grin growing on his face as the bartender turned away from him and the woman did also. He took a sip of his peanut-beer and chewed on the single peanut he'd gotten before turning around, realizing he'd need something real to drink soon and not fucking it up like some broad had made him do. He hailed the bartender with his usual words and found that it didn't stick; the barkeep ignored his words.

He wouldn't stand for this. He needed another drink. He put down the beer and reached into his pocket, taking out a huge wad of cash whhile mumbling to himself. ''..shouldn't have to fucking do this..'' He figured as he bumped some people the bartender was helping out of the way and dangled a few notes of 100 in front of his nose. ''200 bucks. 2 bottles of vodka. Take it or leave it.'' He ended with a sneer as the bartender reluctantly took it. It was, after all, the best working apology in the history of history.

He took a sip of his peanut ridden beer and got a singular peanut. He sucked away all the beer around it and spat the peanut in the direction of the woman. ''Bitch, didn't you come here for a drink?'' Casey heard bottles behind him being set down and took them, telling the barkeep to keep the 200 bucks as he reached for big change. He could miss it; he was a big boy.

He navigated through the people and quickly found the woman who had turned around, she looked at him in confusion as he handed her a full up bottle of vodka. ''You wanted a drink. You're getting a drink.''

He leaned in towards her and took a sip of his own already unncapped bottle of vodka. ''Plenty more where that came from, sugartits.''

[Josie Raines]

Josie's eyes grew round as saucers as the man thrust a full, unopened bottle of vodka into her hands. What the fuck ...? What did he think - What was she - What?

"You crazy?" she finally managed to demand, pointing the bottle at him accusingly. "The fuck am I s'posed to do with this, carry it around all night?" The thought that the bottle might contain something more than vodka barely crossed her mind before it was shoved back out again by her confusion - the cap was still sealed. But still, what the fuck?

"I dunno what you think you're buyin', dude, but I just came here to dance," Josie yelled over the music. Without dropping eye contact, she unscrewed the cap and downed a couple mouthfuls before sealing it back up and tossing it to him. He did owe her a drink, after all, but she knew there was no point trying to finish the whole bottle herself.

[Casey Snyder]

Casey watched the woman form a coherent sentence before finally taking a few swigs from the bottle. He lifted his own bottle as she did so in a toast fashion and took a few big gulps from it. The minute he lowered the bottle it was about two thirds empty and grinned at the walking titfest in front of him as she had just mentioned she caame to dance, not to drink.

The closed up bottle was then toss4ed back in his direction and Casey was only barely able to catch it, spilling a bit from his own uncapped bottle. He raised both bottles at her in a shrug as he briefly looked back and forth between the two and back at the woman. ''How the fuck am I supposed to fix this? My hands are full, I need to keep my vodka from spilling.''

He came to the realization that he could very well drink it all, though one entire bottle of vodka was a bit much to chug quickly. He took another swig from his own bottle and stuck out his index finger as he reluctantly held on the the closed down bottle of the bitch in front of him. ''I'm not doing anything, except getting you the booze you came to the bar for. Might make ya a better dancer, too.''

''Speaking of dancing, hows about a little private show?''

[Josie Raines]

Josie barked a harsh laugh at the suggestion. Who the fuck did this guy think he was, and just how many girls had such a line failed him on tonight?

"Word of advice, dude?" she called over the heavy bass surrounding them. "Try a strip club next time. A handful a' singles is way cheaper than throw in' that much booze and random chicks until one of 'em's actually sad enough to drag you to the bathroom for a handy."

"Or," Josie continued, grinning widely at the absurdity of the situation, "have you tried offerin' like one drink a time? Y'know, like a regular human being 'steada some clueless jackass?"

[Casey Snyder]

Case chuckled and tried to take another sip of his vodka. This girl was a fun one, it'd suck to see her go. It was time for Casey to dial down the dickness, or not. Whatever he felt like, and he didn't feel like changing how he was for this chick. He felt she could take it. And maybe would later on.

''One drink at a time?'' Casey yelled in repeat. This bitch was crazy, assuming he had the time to wait for that. ''I don't have to try. Because whether you like it or not, I haven't offered you jack shit and yet you're talking to me.''

The tattooed man grinned and lifted his fist with the unopened bottle he meant to go to the woman. ''And this is no offer. I'm just giving you what's yours. I drink your booze, you drink mine. Easy as that. You decide not to take free booze? Your fucking problem, bitch.''

He took another sip of his own vodka and tried extending the unopened bottle to the woman again.
''And by the fucking way, servicing me is everything but sad. You should try it, might make you feel better.''

[Josie Raines]

Josie regarded the man and the bottle in his outstretched hand cynically for a moment. Sure, she was talking to him, but only because he'd followed her the bar and shoved $20 worth of vodka that he'd probably spent at least three times that into her hands. What hell was she supposed to do, not respond?

"All right, here." Josie grabbed the bottle from him, but instead of taking another swig she turned to a pack of girls dancing a couple of feet away.

"Bottle service is on the house tonight, ladies!" she hollered, extending the bottle for them to snatch it out of her hand. The girls cheered their thanks, none of them questioning Josie's apparent benevolence. That was just fine with her.

She turned back to the man, smirk firmly in place. Through the buzz that was quickly becoming something more, it didn't bother her that she was sneering up at someone at least a foot taller.

"My song's on, gotta bounce. By the way? I don't fuck guys who call it 'servicing.'"

Without waiting for him to throw another invective her way, Josie shouldered past some dancing strangers and vanished into the crowd.

[Casey Snyder]

Did she just give her vodka to some random skanks? Who did she think she was, someone that could get away with something like that? He didn't pay 100 dollars for her drink to have her give it away. Still, if she wanted to that was her choice, and since it didn't really hurt Casey he failed to really care and simply took another drink from his bottle that was surely but slowly becoming empty.

He grinned as he swallowed and saw the woman just up and run saying that her song was on and that she had to bounce, which was odd. Oh and she added that she didn't fuck guys who called it servicing. Case smirked. ''Your fucking problem. I'm quite okay fucking people who call it servicing.''

So perhaps that didn't come out as planned. Still, the general idea of his though was there. ''And your song, you say? I never once heard them say attention hungry bitch.'' He widened his arms as if to finish his point and then turned to his bottle to take the last sip that was in there. Fucking tiny bottle. ''And as far as I've checked, you're nothing but a pretty bitch, so go run along with your pack of bitches in denial and for the love of god, don't reproduce.''

He watched her walk away without a further word and while he had another comment rearing to go, he felt quite bad that she left. All he had left in his mind was a single word. Why?