on_thecouch | 8.4 Battery
8.4. Battery
Riley wouldn’t have actually called the bar ‘seedy’ but it definitely wasn’t on par with The Blue Room karaoke bar in Princeton where Lachlan and Tara first met. He couldn’t even remember the name of the town they’d stopped at and this must’ve been the social hot spot of the whole area because it was packed to the brim with locals who had rocked up to show off their ‘talents’ at the Thursday night special - Karaoke Night.
Riley refused to get up but Tab was about bursting at the seams to have a go. She’d been away from her own microphone too long and the hours of driving probably had her pent up and needing a release where sex was not on the menu. Riley had agreed to stop at the bar to watch and have a drink. He’d been occasionally distracted on the latest leg of their trip. First for the fact he was so unbelievably fucking horny that he was sure every time he went for a piss, his dick would be blue. And second for Lachlan. Something wasn’t right. He hadn’t heard that tone on Lachlan in ages… years even, and he was worried. Still, there had been no call back as promised from his friend so Riley could only assume Lachlan was dealing with something private and Riley respected that.
But now, Tab was up on the stage belting out the last verse of Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin and Riley was about done with his current drink. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and let out a loud whistle for her before swallowing the last mouthful of his vodka and coke. It was as he set his glass back down on the table that he overheard something that probably would’ve been much safer he didn’t hear…
“Urgh, she’s a fucking awful singer but I’d bang her in a heartbeat.”
Riley’s head snapped around and found two blokes sitting at the table nearby, now chinking their glasses together and sniggering. His eyes narrowed as he flicked his fingers against his glass to shove it out of the way.
“Fifty bucks if you can take her over the hood of your car, man,” the other guy challenged his friend. “She doesn’t look like she’d put up much of a fight.”
Riley was out of his seat and swooping on the men in the blink of an eye. He was taller than both of them, not that height would’ve stopped him. No one insulted his sister like that and got away with it. He grabbed the front of the first guy’s shirt and slammed him against the back of the booth. “Say that again, mate,” he hissed, his fingernails sinking into the skin of the guy’s chest.
“I’d bang her in a heartbeat,” the guy slurred and grabbed Riley’s wrist to try and push him back. Riley had his knee locked against the edge of the guy’s seat though and the guy had very little leverage against him.
Riley’s face curled into a sneer. “Sorry? I didn’t quite catch that?”
“Get off him, motherfucker!” the friend finally piped up, making a drunken but pointless attempt to pull push Riley out of the way.
“I bet those tits’d feel spectacular against my tongue,” the guy sniggered, looking up at Riley with a smirk.
“And I bet your head would feel spectacular against my fist,” Riley growled and before either men could realise what was happening, he punched the guy hard in the face, slamming his head back against the wall.
Of course, all hell broke loose. “You fucking cocksucker!” the friend returned and caught Riley in the side of the face with his own punch in honour of his friend.
The bar staff intervened immediately, but Riley managed to get one last shot in by kneeing the first guy in the nuts and elbowing him in the chest. “Touch my sister and I’ll make sure you not only suck your own cock, but you’ll choke on it.” He was dragged away by one of the barman then and reached up to brush his hand across his face. As he did, he tasted it. Blood. His nose was streaming with it.
“Ah shit.”
- Written for asinthecity, who requested Protective!Riley.
Words | 705
Riley wouldn’t have actually called the bar ‘seedy’ but it definitely wasn’t on par with The Blue Room karaoke bar in Princeton where Lachlan and Tara first met. He couldn’t even remember the name of the town they’d stopped at and this must’ve been the social hot spot of the whole area because it was packed to the brim with locals who had rocked up to show off their ‘talents’ at the Thursday night special - Karaoke Night.
Riley refused to get up but Tab was about bursting at the seams to have a go. She’d been away from her own microphone too long and the hours of driving probably had her pent up and needing a release where sex was not on the menu. Riley had agreed to stop at the bar to watch and have a drink. He’d been occasionally distracted on the latest leg of their trip. First for the fact he was so unbelievably fucking horny that he was sure every time he went for a piss, his dick would be blue. And second for Lachlan. Something wasn’t right. He hadn’t heard that tone on Lachlan in ages… years even, and he was worried. Still, there had been no call back as promised from his friend so Riley could only assume Lachlan was dealing with something private and Riley respected that.
But now, Tab was up on the stage belting out the last verse of Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin and Riley was about done with his current drink. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and let out a loud whistle for her before swallowing the last mouthful of his vodka and coke. It was as he set his glass back down on the table that he overheard something that probably would’ve been much safer he didn’t hear…
“Urgh, she’s a fucking awful singer but I’d bang her in a heartbeat.”
Riley’s head snapped around and found two blokes sitting at the table nearby, now chinking their glasses together and sniggering. His eyes narrowed as he flicked his fingers against his glass to shove it out of the way.
“Fifty bucks if you can take her over the hood of your car, man,” the other guy challenged his friend. “She doesn’t look like she’d put up much of a fight.”
Riley was out of his seat and swooping on the men in the blink of an eye. He was taller than both of them, not that height would’ve stopped him. No one insulted his sister like that and got away with it. He grabbed the front of the first guy’s shirt and slammed him against the back of the booth. “Say that again, mate,” he hissed, his fingernails sinking into the skin of the guy’s chest.
“I’d bang her in a heartbeat,” the guy slurred and grabbed Riley’s wrist to try and push him back. Riley had his knee locked against the edge of the guy’s seat though and the guy had very little leverage against him.
Riley’s face curled into a sneer. “Sorry? I didn’t quite catch that?”
“Get off him, motherfucker!” the friend finally piped up, making a drunken but pointless attempt to pull push Riley out of the way.
“I bet those tits’d feel spectacular against my tongue,” the guy sniggered, looking up at Riley with a smirk.
“And I bet your head would feel spectacular against my fist,” Riley growled and before either men could realise what was happening, he punched the guy hard in the face, slamming his head back against the wall.
Of course, all hell broke loose. “You fucking cocksucker!” the friend returned and caught Riley in the side of the face with his own punch in honour of his friend.
The bar staff intervened immediately, but Riley managed to get one last shot in by kneeing the first guy in the nuts and elbowing him in the chest. “Touch my sister and I’ll make sure you not only suck your own cock, but you’ll choke on it.” He was dragged away by one of the barman then and reached up to brush his hand across his face. As he did, he tasted it. Blood. His nose was streaming with it.
“Ah shit.”
- Written for asinthecity, who requested Protective!Riley.
Words | 705