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pascal_curious) wrote2009-11-30 08:55 pm
pascal_curious) wrote2009-11-30 08:55 pm
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Chapter 24 : One Bourbon, One Scotch, and One Beer
Vidcund stormed down the stairs and across the back porch of the Beaker compound. He crossed the small length of property between the back patio and the radio towers. The foundations for the huge towers had always been an excellent hiding place for his vehicle, whichever one he happened to be driving. He climbed into Pascal’s Jeep, started the engine and drove out across the desert without headlights on, just in case anyone might be watching.
He wasn’t sure why he had bothered with his efforts to keep his visit to Circe secret. There had been a time when he cared. He knew Loki could be insanely jealous. Vidcund found that he didn’t care anymore. Loki had no reason to be Jealous. Circe belonged to Loki; she always had and always will.
A safe distance away, Vidcund pulled the Jeep on to the Road to Nowhere. He didn’t feel like going home. He didn’t feel like he could tolerate being around Pascal and all that familial bliss. It would just be too much for him to stomach right now; Pascal fawning over that baby of his, Amber flitting around the place like a mother hen, and Lazlo being the perpetually cheerful fool that he was. What annoyed Vidcund the most was that Pascal was too blind or stupid (Vidcund wasn’t sure which) to realize that Amber was the best thing that had ever and would ever happen to him. Pascal had everything Vidcund had ever wanted and was too fucking oblivious to see it.
It was only a matter of minutes until he pulled into the Area 52 parking lot. He parked the Jeep, locked it and walked across the street to The Corner Pub. In an even worse rage than the one he had been in when he left Circe, he stomped through the bar and took a stool in an inconspicuous spot.
“How are you this evening sir?” the bartender asked convivially.
“Fucking fabulous!” Vidcund announced, perhaps a bit louder than he had intended to. The few people in the bar looked askance at him, except for a pretty brunette a distance away who giggled into her bottle of beer.
“What can I get sir to drink this evening?” the bartender asked, undaunted.
“One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer,” Vidcund grumbled to the bartender.
The bartender rolled his eyes and placed before Vidcund a Southern Comfort, a Glen Simmich, and a Budweiser. The barkeep saw them every night, poor sods drinking to forget, and in search of oblivion. Invariably one always ordered the clichéd “One Bourbon, One Scotch, and One Beer”. He just hoped this one didn’t play it on the jukebox.
Vidcund tossed a fifty dollar bill on to the bar.
“Bring me a pack of Camels while you are at it.”
A few minutes later the bartender returned with change and a pack of cigarettes. By that time Vidcund had tossed back the bourbon and scotch and chased them with a good measure of Budweiser.
“Again,” Vidcund croaked as he pushed the smaller glasses back to the bartender.
The bartender could see that it was going to be an interesting night. He refilled the glasses, took the price out of the change on the bar and wasted no time in finding a customer to serve on the other end of the bar.
Vidcund lit up a cigarette. Drinking always made him crave a cigarette. He took a long drag and followed it with the bourbon.
It would have been easier if he had just moved on, he lamented. Instead he had taken the easy road after college, and relied on his Father’s and Brother’s connections to get a good job. If he had gone off to the city, or maybe somewhere in California he might be married now, with a family of his own, and a real job. Instead, he was carrying around an alien spawn, taking up space at work, and allowing his high school sweetheart to lead him around by his prick. He was tired of it all; tired of his brothers, tired of Circe, and tired of this shit hole of a town. He took a few more drags from the cigarette and downed the scotch. He was just starting to feel numb when the bartender approached him. The bartender placed another round of bourbon, scotch and beer in front of him.
“I didn’t order this, at least not yet.”
“There is a young lady over there who insisted I bring you another of whatever you were having, so here it is,” the bartender explained irritably.
Vidcund looked around the bar. It was a weeknight and the pub was fairly empty. He spotted a gorgeous young girl sitting at the other end of the bar. She smiled at him. Certain that this couldn’t be the one sending him drinks, he scoped further. The only other people in the bar looked like escapees from the Strangetown Asylum. None of seemed to be taking any notice of him, so Vidcund looked back to the young woman down the bar. He gave her a questioning look and pointed to the multitude of drinks before him. She gave him a nod and a wink.
This was an interesting turn of events, Vidcund thought. He beckoned her over.
She rose from her stool and walked the length of the bar.
She was hot. There was no other way Vidcund could think to describe her. Circe was sexy, Amber was adorable, Genesis was beautiful, this girl was smokin’ hot.
“Hi,” she said coyly as she took the stool next to Vidcund. “My name is Lacey.”
“You can call me Vic” He told her. “And thanks for the buffet,” he said as he indicated the wide selection of adult beverages before him. “I was beginning to think I might run out. What can I get you?”
“Nothing just now, thanks.” She sidled her bar stool a little closer to Vidcund, a bottle of Heineken in her hand.
This close, Vidcund could smell her perfume. It was something of patchouli and orange blossoms. He couldn’t help thinking it probably tasted as good on her as it smelled. She was wearing a silky blue blouse that clung to her skin. It was clear that she was wearing a bra, but it appeared to be merely a formality as her nipples were clearly visible through the clingy fabric. He tried not to stare, but this girl definitely fell under the category of eye candy.
“I won’t waste your time with any lame pickup lines,” she explained with a smile. “I just want to get you drunk so I can take advantage of you.”
Her smile was so sly that Vidcund wasn’t sure if she was kidding or not.
“I admire your honesty,” he told her; trying not to slur is speech. “But I really think I am admiring your legs more.” Alcohol, the great uninhibitator was doing its job nicely.
She had turned toward him so that her knees were almost touching his. Her skirt was very short.
“I think more than just my legs.”
Vidcund threw back his scotch and lit another cigarette. “You’re right,” he said as he imagined what kind of panties might go with that almost non-existent bra.
“You look like you have had an awful night,” she said in an almost childish voice as she ran her hand over his upper arm. “Why don’t you let me work some of those kinks out for you?”
Before Vidcund had time to respond, she was standing behind him, massaging his back. More than a few times he could feel her breasts pressing against his back.
“So, Vic,” she asked as she expertly worked the knots out of his shoulder and back muscles, “Why aren’t you at home tonight with your beautiful wife, 2.5 kids, one car garage, and white picket fence?”
“I am unencumbered by the burdens of the average man,” he said, trying to sound proud of his situation. “I am free to do as I please… and whom I please,” he proclaimed quite arrogantly. That very moment, Vidcund was glad to be free of any restraints, especially his one sided commitment to Circe. For the first time in what seemed like ages, Vidcund felt completely free and his own man.
“That was exactly what I hoped to hear,” Lacey crooned very close to his ear. He could feel her hot breath on his neck and it sent a shiver up his spine. “I think I would very much like to get to know you a lot better, Vic.” She brushed against his earlobe with her lips, sending impulses up and down more than his spine.
Vidcund cleared his throat. His words seemed to have gotten caught there. “Maybe we should get acquainted over a few more drinks,” He suggested. While he was definitely lubricated enough to have lost all of his inhibitions, a little more lubrication was always a good thing. It made things come together more easily.
“Oh, I would like that,” she said thoroughly lasciviously.
“Another round for both of us,” ordered Vidcund.
“Of course, sir,” the bartender said, looking as though he had seen this situation play out before him a million times.
and settled herself comfortably in his lap. He put his arm around her, holding firmly on to her thigh to keep her from sliding from her perch. He could feel the lacy embellishment at the tops of her stockings and realized how easy it would be to slide his hand up, just a bit, and find out exactly what was under that almost indecently short skirt.
The bartender, turning a blind eye to the scene before him, cleared the graveyard of empty glasses from the bar and placed the bourbon, scotch, Bud, and Heineken in front of them.
Vidcund pushed the less harsh bourbon in front of Lacey and took the scotch for himself. Lacey licked her lips and made a tiny tip of her glass toward Vidcund. They downed their whiskies simultaneously. Lacey gave out a small gasp as the Bourbon seared her mucous membranes and quickly reached for her bottle of Heineken. Vidcund was immediately reminded of an old Heineken ad campaign. He tried very hard to choke back his laughter.
“I’ve always wanted to grab a Heiney,” he managed to sputter. As soon as the words left his lips, he recognized that this girl wouldn’t be old enough to remember the old “Grab a Heiney” campaign. Vidcund himself had only been eight at the time, but it had made a great impression on him. When you’re eight, anything including the word ‘heiney’ is high comedy.
“Oh, I’m not about to stop you,” she informed him.
Nothing should be this easy, Vidcund thought as he slowly moved his hand up the length of her thigh. It was an awkward angle, but managed to make it far enough to find that there were no panties immediately detectable.
Lacey squealed as she deliberately squirmed around in Vidcund’s lap. Vidcund tried very hard not to make any indecorous noises as she squirmed. She had to be aware how she was affecting Vidcund’s very delicate position. Oh well, he thought, if she didn’t already know, she would soon find out.
“I took them off in the ladies room,” she drunkenly slurred into his ear.
Somehow, a small unseemly groan managed to escape.
It occurred to Vidcund, for a very brief moment, that this girl was just a little too easy. He supposed it was possible she was a hooker, trying to lure him in. He preferred to think that she was just so overcome by his stunning good looks and manly physique that she couldn’t have possibly waited any longer to jump into his lap.
“There is something seriously wrong with you,” Vidcund told her quietly.
“I know,” she breathed into his ear as she tried to remove his earlobe with her teeth.
“You have no idea what you are getting yourself into. I could be a knife wielding axe murder,” he explained as chills ran up and down his neck from her determined nibbling.
Lacey giggled in his ear.
“Oh, I don’t think so. I have had my eyes on you for a while, Vidcund Curious” she crooned as she kissed the ticklish spot right behind his ear.
“Oh really?” he asked, a bit surprised that she knew his name.
“It’s a small town, honey,” she explained, “Everybody knows everybody. You and your brothers are the most eligible bachelors in town.”
“I didn’t know we had a fan club,” he said in amazement.
“I always thought you were the sexiest; the dark brooding one,” she whispered into his thoroughly gnawed ear.
“That’s a very astute observation.” He chuckled as he took another sip of his Budweiser.
At the far end of the bar a bartender rung rang a brass bell hanging from the ceiling. “Last call!” he shouted.
Instinctively, Vidcund chugged the last of his beer and pushed the mug to the inside of the bar.
“One mere each, my good man,” he instructed the bartender standing in front of them.
The bartender took the cost out of the change remaining on the bar and brought them each another beer. “I’m going to have to ask for your car keys, sir,” he explained as he sat the beers before them. “I’ll call you a cab free of charge to get you home.” He stuck his hand out in Vidcund’s direction.
Lacey slid out of Vidcund’s lap as he stood to get the keys to Pascal’s Jeep from his from pocket. He tried to inconspicuously make some adjustments while he had his hand in his pocket. He threw they keys on to the bar. He couldn’t argue with the man. He knew he was over his limit.
Lacey quickly snatched up the keys before the bartender could reach for them. “Don’t worry about him, Marius,” she told the bartender with a wink. ‘I’ll make sure he gets a ride.”
The bartender snorted and shrugged. “I’m sure you will, Miss Nickelcash,” he said as he picked up his bar rag and began his nightly clean up.
Lacey put her arms around Vidcund’s waist and firmly grabbed him by the buttocks and pulled him against her. “Now,” she instructed him, “let’s see about that ride”
“Whoah!” he gasped as their bodies met. He was surprised by her sudden forcefulness. “I like the sound of that.” He took an equally forceful grip on her rear end and pulled her even harder against him. Throwing all caution to the wind, he kissed her, long and hard.
“Oh Christ, get a room,” Vidcund heard the bartender mutter behind him.
They took a couple of minutes to finish their drinks before they stumbled out into the night. (It would have been alcohol abuse to leave a half drunk drink on the bar.)
“So, where’s your car?” she asked when they reached the sidewalk outside The Corner Pub.
“I can’t drive like this,” he told her. “I’m drunk, just in case you haven’t noticed.”
“I didn’t say anything about driving,” she explained slyly. “I believe I mentioned something about a ride.”
“Over there.” Vidcund pointed out Pascal’s red Jeep in the otherwise empty parking lot.
Lacey goosed him and he jumped with surprise. She grabbed his hand and led him across the street to the parking lot. They reached the Jeep and Lacey put her arms around Vidcund and pulled him close again. Vidcund pushed her back against the fender of the Jeep. Lacey squealed as she hit the Jeep; Its fender let out a “thunk” in protest. Vidcund didn’t waste any time worrying about whether they had dented it. Their lips and hips met simultaneously. Vidcund let his drunken lust lead him. Lacey gasped and squealed as he sucked on her neck. Her perfume tasted just as he thought it would, sweet and spicy.
“You know what the first thing I thought was when I saw you come into the bar tonight? Lacey panted as Vidcund kissed his way from her neck to her chest.
“He is fucking fabulous?” Vidcund answered as he attempted to push the top of her blouse open with his stubbly cheek.
She squealed and giggled, and squirmed against him. “Okay, second thought then,” she said as she gasped and giggled.
“What then,” Vidcund growled as he buried his face in her neck and took a nibble.
“I bet he’s a fabulous fuck,” she whispered into his ear. Her voice was deep and throaty; he could have sworn that she was purring.
With his hands firmly on her buttocks, Vidcund lifted her up on to the hood of the Jeep. The car’s suspension groaned with the added weight. He wanted to take her right ther and then, in the open and in front of the world. He wanted the world to see that Vidcund Curious was his own man.
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You read fast!
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Poseboxes and OMSPs, what would we do without them?
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Fourth photo down
http://damp-poultry.livejournal.com/1546.html
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Nice work on the posing, too.
*adds other journal to friends list* Don't want to miss out on any other outtakes!
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Asylum inmates never fail to entertain me. I don't even have to play the lot. I like just having them in town.
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Now why do I have a bad feeling about this Lacey chick?
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I haven't decided quite where I am going to go with this yet. I had a couple of new ideas last night that I might have to implement.
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Wow, go Vidcund! On the other hand, she watches him from afar, the bartender knows her full name, she's into groping in public... why do I have a bad feeling about her?
Then again, on the other other hand, you've mentioned Vidcund as kind of a stalker toward Circe in previous chapters, so maybe another semi-stalker is just what he needs?