posted to now_ish
Okay, this shit so didn’t just fuckin’ happen.
Not to me.
“You don’t know who you’re fuckin’ dealin’ with here! One of you assholes better get back here right now. That’s a fuckin’ order.”
I was gettin’ wicked pissed now. Nobody just leaves me like this. Not when my itch ain’t even started to get scratched.
“Do you fuckin’ hear me?”
I was on the verge of a tantrum here. I was the fuckin’ boss! Then why the hell wasn’t nobody listenin’?
One hand on my hip, runnin’ the other one through my hair, I realized me standin’ here wasn’t gettin’ shit done.
“Man, somebody’s gonna pay for this one. Those fuckin’ zombies was just the start of what I’m ‘bout to do.”
I pulled my jeans up over my hips, zippin’ ‘em up and bucklin’ my belt. Grabbin’ my shirt, I tugged it over my head. I didn’t need to bother with shoes, I could tell they didn’t get far.
Well, at least Spike didn’t. I could pick up his scent.
Right outside the door.
He’d been fuckin’ standin’ there this whole time, hearin’ every word I was sayin’ and probably laughin’ at me.
Nobody laughs at me.
Jerkin’ the door open, I went tearin’ out of that room even more pissed now. He was gonna fuckin’ learn some respect.
They all were.
Lesson One: When your boss is fuckin’ horny, don’ t just leave her hangin’ high and dr...well, not so much dry I guess. But you get the fuckin’ picture.
I clenched my jaw as I seen him, rushin’ up to him and slammin’ him into the wall. Got that Slayer aspect goin’ for me. Too bad he don’t.
“Got a little lesson for ya Spikey.” I held him up against the wall by the collar of his shirt and punched him hard in the stomach. “Next time I fuckin’ yell for you, you better learn to answer. Got it?”
((Open to Spike))
Not to me.
“You don’t know who you’re fuckin’ dealin’ with here! One of you assholes better get back here right now. That’s a fuckin’ order.”
I was gettin’ wicked pissed now. Nobody just leaves me like this. Not when my itch ain’t even started to get scratched.
“Do you fuckin’ hear me?”
I was on the verge of a tantrum here. I was the fuckin’ boss! Then why the hell wasn’t nobody listenin’?
One hand on my hip, runnin’ the other one through my hair, I realized me standin’ here wasn’t gettin’ shit done.
“Man, somebody’s gonna pay for this one. Those fuckin’ zombies was just the start of what I’m ‘bout to do.”
I pulled my jeans up over my hips, zippin’ ‘em up and bucklin’ my belt. Grabbin’ my shirt, I tugged it over my head. I didn’t need to bother with shoes, I could tell they didn’t get far.
Well, at least Spike didn’t. I could pick up his scent.
Right outside the door.
He’d been fuckin’ standin’ there this whole time, hearin’ every word I was sayin’ and probably laughin’ at me.
Nobody laughs at me.
Jerkin’ the door open, I went tearin’ out of that room even more pissed now. He was gonna fuckin’ learn some respect.
They all were.
Lesson One: When your boss is fuckin’ horny, don’ t just leave her hangin’ high and dr...well, not so much dry I guess. But you get the fuckin’ picture.
I clenched my jaw as I seen him, rushin’ up to him and slammin’ him into the wall. Got that Slayer aspect goin’ for me. Too bad he don’t.
“Got a little lesson for ya Spikey.” I held him up against the wall by the collar of his shirt and punched him hard in the stomach. “Next time I fuckin’ yell for you, you better learn to answer. Got it?”
((Open to Spike))