Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 22, 2017 17:05:15 GMT
Hours latter…..
In that club Joe told James about……
That club that has the “Really good chicken”.....
The music is pumping. The lights are flashing. Everyone is having a great time, dancing, drinking, grinding away, making new friends, hooking up, maybe doing coke off of a hooker’s ass if that is still a thing, everyone is having fun except for one person.
The Bad Ass One.
Seated in a corner booth in the VIP section with a bottle of Grey Goose in front of him is James Kelloggs and he’s all alone. With a frown on his face as he scans the dance floor he spots his Bae, A redhead who is nearly six feet tall and put together very nicely by her parents and god is having a blast on the dance floor while being sandwiched between two dudes who look like they could be back up dancers for Lady Gaga or someone. Normally this would send The Bad Ass One off the deep end, but seeing that his girl is the only female in the place and the odds of someone hooking up with her is rare, rare cuz she has the wrong plumbing parts but still has James…...well still pissed. He’s pissed because what Joe ended up telling him ended up being true.
No more than 15 minutes have gone by after being unmasked as Scrappy, his phone blew up from all sorts of people, mostly lawyers informing him that he has in fact violated his deal with the UWL. That is when it set in that Nanook did him dirty. Real dirty and that makes his blood boil.
While tucked away in the corner booth and emptying a bottle or two of Grey Goose, James failed to get a hold of Nanook. Every call went to voicemail and none of the texts were answered and that just added to his current mood. Every text not answered was followed by “Mother…” “You Fat fuck” “You BETTER answer me Tubby!” “Don’t me track down your fat ass mother…”
Oh and Joe, Who dragged James to this place so they can talk, is nowhere to be seen. James can’t even find him on the floor.
Lady Marmalade hits the dance floor in a retro fever and something resembling line dancing kinda breaks out. James goes to pour himself another shot and discovers his bottle has run empty. James looks at the bottle in disgust and slams it on the table and pushes it away from him. He looks around quick and decides that now is a good time to leave, and his girl can find her own way home for all he cares. He starts to gather himself when Joe comes dancing and clapping his hands up to the booth.
“THERE you are!” James growls.
“Oh my gawd! Jimmy James, this has been a wonderful night.” Joe says as he casually picks up the bottle of Grey Goose only to discover that it’s empty. “Oh, what a shame.”
“Where in the hell is your shirt?” James asks.
“Oh?” Clearly a little drunk. “It’s out there somewhere. Why?”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Listen Jimmy James.” Joe says and James downright hates that. Why Joe is calling him that is a mystery that ranks right up there with where is his shirt. “I’m sorry. I have been a horrible friend tonight. I asked you here so we could talk, talk about how we’re going to get little Nanook back for screwing us over and…”
Joe points at the bottle “girl” for another bottle.
“Well….Antonio happened.”
“Who the hell is Antonio?”
“Hopefully my new bouncy toy.”
The Bad Ass One doesn’t know what to say about that. All he wants to do is leave.
“Listen..” Joe says as he slides into the booth next to James. Joe crosses his legs and looks James right in the eyes. “One more song and I’ll come right back and we’ll discuss how we can not only get back at Kim (Nanook’s given name) but how we can also get inside that ring without playing dress up.”
The bottle “girl” drops off the bottle and leaves, not without fake kissing Joe on the cheek. As Joe pours himself a shot he glances at James.
“You did make a cute Scrappy thou. Very cute.”
Joe downs the shot and stands up. James losses it. He gets up on the table, that way he’s eye level with Joe and takes him by the shoulder and spins him around. With no shirt to grab ahold of, James takes ahold of Joe by wrapping his hands around Joe’s neck.
“LISTEN HERE BITCH!”
The music suddenly fades and the place gets real quiet.
“I DIDN’T GET ON MY PRIVATE JET AND FLY TO THIS SHIT HOLE ONLY TO SPEND MY TIME IN THIS PLACE!!!! I CAME BACK HERE TO KICK SOMEONE’S ASS AND RIGHT NOW YOU’RE FITTING THE BILL! MY TIME IS IMPORTANT! THE FUCKING RAIDERS ARE MOVING TO VEGAS AND I’VE GOT TO MAKE SURE I GET MY CUT OF THE ACTION! EXPAND THE HOTEL AND SHIT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME! I’VE GOT SHIT TO DO OTHER THAN THIS….WHATEVER THIS IS! YOU WANT TO TALK, YOU COME FIND ME! OTHERWISE I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR YOU!”
Joe slaps James’s hands away from his throat and quickly spins The Bad Ass One around and locks him in a rear naked choke hold of sorts. James tries to get out of it but Joe has it locked in real good. Joe places his head next to James’ ear.
“Don’t you ever talk to me that way little man or I will snap you in half and I’ll personally make sure nothing from the waist down works, ever again. You feel me?”
James struggles to free himself. He finally gives in and nods. Joe smiles. He looks towards the DJ and nods. Lady Gaga’s Poker Face begins to play. As the baseline kicks in and everyone goes back to dancing, Joe slowly release James, but not after pumping/humping on him and from a distance it looks Joe was humping a midget. Joe throws his arms up in the air and dances. James snatches up the bottle and hops down from the table and starts to leave.
“You @%$# sucker!” James says as he stomps away. Joe smirks.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Fade
In that club Joe told James about……
That club that has the “Really good chicken”.....
The music is pumping. The lights are flashing. Everyone is having a great time, dancing, drinking, grinding away, making new friends, hooking up, maybe doing coke off of a hooker’s ass if that is still a thing, everyone is having fun except for one person.
The Bad Ass One.
Seated in a corner booth in the VIP section with a bottle of Grey Goose in front of him is James Kelloggs and he’s all alone. With a frown on his face as he scans the dance floor he spots his Bae, A redhead who is nearly six feet tall and put together very nicely by her parents and god is having a blast on the dance floor while being sandwiched between two dudes who look like they could be back up dancers for Lady Gaga or someone. Normally this would send The Bad Ass One off the deep end, but seeing that his girl is the only female in the place and the odds of someone hooking up with her is rare, rare cuz she has the wrong plumbing parts but still has James…...well still pissed. He’s pissed because what Joe ended up telling him ended up being true.
No more than 15 minutes have gone by after being unmasked as Scrappy, his phone blew up from all sorts of people, mostly lawyers informing him that he has in fact violated his deal with the UWL. That is when it set in that Nanook did him dirty. Real dirty and that makes his blood boil.
While tucked away in the corner booth and emptying a bottle or two of Grey Goose, James failed to get a hold of Nanook. Every call went to voicemail and none of the texts were answered and that just added to his current mood. Every text not answered was followed by “Mother…” “You Fat fuck” “You BETTER answer me Tubby!” “Don’t me track down your fat ass mother…”
Oh and Joe, Who dragged James to this place so they can talk, is nowhere to be seen. James can’t even find him on the floor.
Lady Marmalade hits the dance floor in a retro fever and something resembling line dancing kinda breaks out. James goes to pour himself another shot and discovers his bottle has run empty. James looks at the bottle in disgust and slams it on the table and pushes it away from him. He looks around quick and decides that now is a good time to leave, and his girl can find her own way home for all he cares. He starts to gather himself when Joe comes dancing and clapping his hands up to the booth.
“THERE you are!” James growls.
“Oh my gawd! Jimmy James, this has been a wonderful night.” Joe says as he casually picks up the bottle of Grey Goose only to discover that it’s empty. “Oh, what a shame.”
“Where in the hell is your shirt?” James asks.
“Oh?” Clearly a little drunk. “It’s out there somewhere. Why?”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Listen Jimmy James.” Joe says and James downright hates that. Why Joe is calling him that is a mystery that ranks right up there with where is his shirt. “I’m sorry. I have been a horrible friend tonight. I asked you here so we could talk, talk about how we’re going to get little Nanook back for screwing us over and…”
Joe points at the bottle “girl” for another bottle.
“Well….Antonio happened.”
“Who the hell is Antonio?”
“Hopefully my new bouncy toy.”
The Bad Ass One doesn’t know what to say about that. All he wants to do is leave.
“Listen..” Joe says as he slides into the booth next to James. Joe crosses his legs and looks James right in the eyes. “One more song and I’ll come right back and we’ll discuss how we can not only get back at Kim (Nanook’s given name) but how we can also get inside that ring without playing dress up.”
The bottle “girl” drops off the bottle and leaves, not without fake kissing Joe on the cheek. As Joe pours himself a shot he glances at James.
“You did make a cute Scrappy thou. Very cute.”
Joe downs the shot and stands up. James losses it. He gets up on the table, that way he’s eye level with Joe and takes him by the shoulder and spins him around. With no shirt to grab ahold of, James takes ahold of Joe by wrapping his hands around Joe’s neck.
“LISTEN HERE BITCH!”
The music suddenly fades and the place gets real quiet.
“I DIDN’T GET ON MY PRIVATE JET AND FLY TO THIS SHIT HOLE ONLY TO SPEND MY TIME IN THIS PLACE!!!! I CAME BACK HERE TO KICK SOMEONE’S ASS AND RIGHT NOW YOU’RE FITTING THE BILL! MY TIME IS IMPORTANT! THE FUCKING RAIDERS ARE MOVING TO VEGAS AND I’VE GOT TO MAKE SURE I GET MY CUT OF THE ACTION! EXPAND THE HOTEL AND SHIT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME! I’VE GOT SHIT TO DO OTHER THAN THIS….WHATEVER THIS IS! YOU WANT TO TALK, YOU COME FIND ME! OTHERWISE I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR YOU!”
Joe slaps James’s hands away from his throat and quickly spins The Bad Ass One around and locks him in a rear naked choke hold of sorts. James tries to get out of it but Joe has it locked in real good. Joe places his head next to James’ ear.
“Don’t you ever talk to me that way little man or I will snap you in half and I’ll personally make sure nothing from the waist down works, ever again. You feel me?”
James struggles to free himself. He finally gives in and nods. Joe smiles. He looks towards the DJ and nods. Lady Gaga’s Poker Face begins to play. As the baseline kicks in and everyone goes back to dancing, Joe slowly release James, but not after pumping/humping on him and from a distance it looks Joe was humping a midget. Joe throws his arms up in the air and dances. James snatches up the bottle and hops down from the table and starts to leave.
“You @%$# sucker!” James says as he stomps away. Joe smirks.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Fade