grapefruit+vinegar
Author: Aublivienne
Challenge: Grapefruit #12 (in the gutter), Vinegar #23 (hazardous to your health)
Rating: R
Wordcount: 973
Summary: You know that feeling you get when you meet someone for the first time and you just KNOW that they're going to be trouble?
Notes: I'M ALIVE! Here's something new I'm working on, it's a space adventure bit complete with pretty boys doin' it. at least, they may be later on. Enjoy :3
The fight was fast and furious, and the last place I wanted to be was in the middle of it. The bar's patrons had long since bolted-some of them had taken off as soon as the leather-clad man walked in. There were bullets and bolts of electricity flying, and every once in a while a fucking shadow would reach out for Kashmir, but he would dive out of the way every time.
Once the noise died down, I peeked over the edge of the flipped table. The two of them seemed to be at a standoff; Kashmir had a hand around the dark-haired man's throat while staring at the revolver barrel pressed against his forehead. “Well,” Kashmir panted after a long moment of silence. “Oblivion Trigger Carmine...it's been a while.”
Carmine grinned wickedly. “I could say the same thing,” he said. He looked Kashmir up and down, licking his lips. “You look...well.”
“Who's paying you this time?”
“Same guy.” Carmine dropped his arm and leaned against my table. “And who's this?” he asked, smiling down at me. Once I got a good look at him, he was...well, he was kind of hot. His left eye was scarred and missing an iris and pupil, but I could get used to it. I mean, damn, if you'd seen the guy...olive skin, long black hair, muscles that weren't obnoxious, but definitely above average...
“None of your concern, that's who.” Kashmir's voice brought me back to reality. “I see that look in your eye. Leave him alone.”
“Now wait a minute, I don't want to be rude.” I extended my hand. “Jules. Jules Freelance.”
Carmine chuckled and kissed the back of my hand. “Very cute.”
I tried my hardest not to swoon and Kashmir threw his hands up in disgust. “Are you serious?” he asked. “Are you aware that this is the kind of man who masturbates while playing Russian roulette?”
Carmine shot Kashmir a dirty look. “That was only once,” he said. “And I only thought it was a good idea because I went and snorted that crazy Venusian shit.”
“Don't blame the drugs, you fucking creep.”
“You're just mad because you liked watching me jack off.”
“I'm mad because you didn't shoot yourself in the head.”
Hell, I didn't know it was even possible to play Russian roulette anymore. “Is that a six shooter?” I asked, glancing at his gun. “Do they even sell bullets anymore?”
“I have to get them from a group of pirates. They're a bitch to find, apparently.” He twirled the gun around his index finger. “...You wanna hold it?”
It was a fucking relic, of course I wanted to hold it. “May I?”
“Hey, Kash...” Carmine smirked at the cage fighter. “Your boyfriend wants to hold my gun.”
Boyfriend? Whoa. “Oh, no, we're not--”
“He's not my boyfriend.” Kashmir crossed his arms and glared at the bounty hunter. “I'm just trying to protect the rest of the universe from the veritable cornucopia diseases you might have.”
“I'm squeaky clean, thank you very much.”
“When's the last time you checked?”
Carmine shrugged. “Probably a year ago. It was around that time you gave me that concussion.”
“Oh, the warhead mech?”
“Yeah, that was it.”
“That was ages ago!”
“Huh. Oh, by the way--” In one lightning-fast movement, Carmine pointed the revolver at Kashmir's right thigh, pulled the trigger, and holstered it. “--That's for giving me a fucking concussion in the first place. Couldn't see straight for three goddamn days.”
I ran to Kashmir's side as he sank to his knees, screaming and cursing. “What the hell?” I yelled.
Carmine smiled nastily. “It's just business, Sweetness. My client doesn't want him dead, and I doubt the kid will have much trouble getting out of there afterwards. It's just a bullet hole, damn.” He flicked the cylinder out of his gun and scoffed. “Dammit...don't tell me I actually used up all six shots on this asshole...”
“Hey. Slutbucket.”
Carmine rolled his eyes. “Kash, calling me childish names isn't going to--”
Before Carmine could finish his sentence, Kashmir picked up a chair and swung it with all his might. It connected with Carmine's temple, sending him crashing to the floor. He was out cold, and he was not going to be happy when he woke up.
“Have another concussion, bitch,” Kashmir spat, struggling to get to his feet. “Fuck I hate that guy.”
I helped him out of the bar and headed in the direction of the motel. “So...what's his story?”
“He's a bounty hunter,” Kashmir answered. “He's also shady as hell. Unfortunately, he happens to be one of the best in the business. Since I'm notoriously hard to catch, people generally call him when they want to get their hands on me. So yeah, we have a bit of a history.” He sat on a step in front of a store and looked up at me. “Whatever you do, don't get involved with him. Not only is he the biggest slut I've ever seen, but he's also a notorious sadist. If he decided to tear you to pieces one day, there would be nothing anyone could do for you.”
“So he has that cool-sounding nickname for a reason?”
“You got it.” Kashmir slowly pulled himself back up and leaned on my shoulder. “We've got a first aid kit back at the room, right?”
“No, but we do have a wide assortment of pens, quite a bit of toilet paper, and a roll of tape.”
“That'll work.”
Challenge: Grapefruit #12 (in the gutter), Vinegar #23 (hazardous to your health)
Rating: R
Wordcount: 973
Summary: You know that feeling you get when you meet someone for the first time and you just KNOW that they're going to be trouble?
Notes: I'M ALIVE! Here's something new I'm working on, it's a space adventure bit complete with pretty boys doin' it. at least, they may be later on. Enjoy :3
The fight was fast and furious, and the last place I wanted to be was in the middle of it. The bar's patrons had long since bolted-some of them had taken off as soon as the leather-clad man walked in. There were bullets and bolts of electricity flying, and every once in a while a fucking shadow would reach out for Kashmir, but he would dive out of the way every time.
Once the noise died down, I peeked over the edge of the flipped table. The two of them seemed to be at a standoff; Kashmir had a hand around the dark-haired man's throat while staring at the revolver barrel pressed against his forehead. “Well,” Kashmir panted after a long moment of silence. “Oblivion Trigger Carmine...it's been a while.”
Carmine grinned wickedly. “I could say the same thing,” he said. He looked Kashmir up and down, licking his lips. “You look...well.”
“Who's paying you this time?”
“Same guy.” Carmine dropped his arm and leaned against my table. “And who's this?” he asked, smiling down at me. Once I got a good look at him, he was...well, he was kind of hot. His left eye was scarred and missing an iris and pupil, but I could get used to it. I mean, damn, if you'd seen the guy...olive skin, long black hair, muscles that weren't obnoxious, but definitely above average...
“None of your concern, that's who.” Kashmir's voice brought me back to reality. “I see that look in your eye. Leave him alone.”
“Now wait a minute, I don't want to be rude.” I extended my hand. “Jules. Jules Freelance.”
Carmine chuckled and kissed the back of my hand. “Very cute.”
I tried my hardest not to swoon and Kashmir threw his hands up in disgust. “Are you serious?” he asked. “Are you aware that this is the kind of man who masturbates while playing Russian roulette?”
Carmine shot Kashmir a dirty look. “That was only once,” he said. “And I only thought it was a good idea because I went and snorted that crazy Venusian shit.”
“Don't blame the drugs, you fucking creep.”
“You're just mad because you liked watching me jack off.”
“I'm mad because you didn't shoot yourself in the head.”
Hell, I didn't know it was even possible to play Russian roulette anymore. “Is that a six shooter?” I asked, glancing at his gun. “Do they even sell bullets anymore?”
“I have to get them from a group of pirates. They're a bitch to find, apparently.” He twirled the gun around his index finger. “...You wanna hold it?”
It was a fucking relic, of course I wanted to hold it. “May I?”
“Hey, Kash...” Carmine smirked at the cage fighter. “Your boyfriend wants to hold my gun.”
Boyfriend? Whoa. “Oh, no, we're not--”
“He's not my boyfriend.” Kashmir crossed his arms and glared at the bounty hunter. “I'm just trying to protect the rest of the universe from the veritable cornucopia diseases you might have.”
“I'm squeaky clean, thank you very much.”
“When's the last time you checked?”
Carmine shrugged. “Probably a year ago. It was around that time you gave me that concussion.”
“Oh, the warhead mech?”
“Yeah, that was it.”
“That was ages ago!”
“Huh. Oh, by the way--” In one lightning-fast movement, Carmine pointed the revolver at Kashmir's right thigh, pulled the trigger, and holstered it. “--That's for giving me a fucking concussion in the first place. Couldn't see straight for three goddamn days.”
I ran to Kashmir's side as he sank to his knees, screaming and cursing. “What the hell?” I yelled.
Carmine smiled nastily. “It's just business, Sweetness. My client doesn't want him dead, and I doubt the kid will have much trouble getting out of there afterwards. It's just a bullet hole, damn.” He flicked the cylinder out of his gun and scoffed. “Dammit...don't tell me I actually used up all six shots on this asshole...”
“Hey. Slutbucket.”
Carmine rolled his eyes. “Kash, calling me childish names isn't going to--”
Before Carmine could finish his sentence, Kashmir picked up a chair and swung it with all his might. It connected with Carmine's temple, sending him crashing to the floor. He was out cold, and he was not going to be happy when he woke up.
“Have another concussion, bitch,” Kashmir spat, struggling to get to his feet. “Fuck I hate that guy.”
I helped him out of the bar and headed in the direction of the motel. “So...what's his story?”
“He's a bounty hunter,” Kashmir answered. “He's also shady as hell. Unfortunately, he happens to be one of the best in the business. Since I'm notoriously hard to catch, people generally call him when they want to get their hands on me. So yeah, we have a bit of a history.” He sat on a step in front of a store and looked up at me. “Whatever you do, don't get involved with him. Not only is he the biggest slut I've ever seen, but he's also a notorious sadist. If he decided to tear you to pieces one day, there would be nothing anyone could do for you.”
“So he has that cool-sounding nickname for a reason?”
“You got it.” Kashmir slowly pulled himself back up and leaned on my shoulder. “We've got a first aid kit back at the room, right?”
“No, but we do have a wide assortment of pens, quite a bit of toilet paper, and a roll of tape.”
“That'll work.”