Move Along Move Along
09-18-10, 09:03 PM
The beams of the sun glared in his eyes, causing Ace to turn around in the bed. The texture of the mattress was far too soft to be Law's own, which caused the man to open his eyes. He orbs met with the features of a ghost, milky and creepy, laying its hot breath upon him. Memories began to flood back of the previous nights events as Law watched this creature intently.
He had partied pretty hard. In fact, he was sure he had drunk his body weight in alcohol that night. His intention was to dance with any girl that would give him the time of day. Eventually, one had, and the two had a blast just drinking, dancing, and being overall merry. The girl could barely walk by the time the bar closed down, so Law helped her to her house. Lips were locked, embraces were had, and the next thing the party-goer remembered, he was here.
Know what would be a fun idea? Slit her throat. Egr’msatchek, the evil God who inhabited Law's mind was always trying to get him to commit some sort of heinous act. Rather than act on these notions, Law would just Egr’msatchek to the back of his head as if he were a distant memory.
"Heck naw, Brah," Law whispered in an attempt to not wake his bedfellow up, "She might be good again to have another great time tonight."
You don't even remember her name, do you?
"Not the point."
Law grabbed his face, finding his cheek covered with his own saliva. Looking to his pillow, Law found that he had left the same souvenir on his temporary partner's pillowcase. He shifted his legs to the side of the bed, reaching down for his denim jeans, which lay sprawled out on the floor. He then located and retrieved his white button-up from the curtain rods (though how it got there, Law had no clue).
The possessed man stumbled around the room for a few minutes, and then carried the same confusion around the hallway of the house. When he finally did make it to the front door, he opened it and was greeted with a newspaper hitting his legs. The shaggy haired man smiled as he picked up the paper. Perhaps he could stay for just a few minutes more, at least long enough to read the funnies.
Strumming through the paper, Law had completely overlooked the headline about Mystics and their sudden miscarriages. He was much too busy attempting to find the comic strips. As he searched, he heard a door open and assumed it was the one to the bedroom he had just left. Law stood up as his companion entered the kitchen, still in her black panties, and wearing Law's white undershirt as if it were hers.
Law could hear the sensual purrs coming from the raven haired girl, who simply walked over to her refrigerator and went through the motions of making two glasses of orange juice. If any other person had walked in at this moment, it would have looked like a newlywed couple enjoying another morning. This was anything but.
As the 'ghost' put down Law's glass of orange juice, the slender man stood up and folded the paper backwards, finally locating his beloved strips. Folding the top portion of the paper backwards, Law grabbed the cold glass of OJ and walked out of the house into the cold biting winds that covered Knife's Edge. The woman stood, stupefied that someone would just walk out of her house without saying a word. "Are you going to at least give me my paper ba---"
But Law was already gone.
He had partied pretty hard. In fact, he was sure he had drunk his body weight in alcohol that night. His intention was to dance with any girl that would give him the time of day. Eventually, one had, and the two had a blast just drinking, dancing, and being overall merry. The girl could barely walk by the time the bar closed down, so Law helped her to her house. Lips were locked, embraces were had, and the next thing the party-goer remembered, he was here.
Know what would be a fun idea? Slit her throat. Egr’msatchek, the evil God who inhabited Law's mind was always trying to get him to commit some sort of heinous act. Rather than act on these notions, Law would just Egr’msatchek to the back of his head as if he were a distant memory.
"Heck naw, Brah," Law whispered in an attempt to not wake his bedfellow up, "She might be good again to have another great time tonight."
You don't even remember her name, do you?
"Not the point."
Law grabbed his face, finding his cheek covered with his own saliva. Looking to his pillow, Law found that he had left the same souvenir on his temporary partner's pillowcase. He shifted his legs to the side of the bed, reaching down for his denim jeans, which lay sprawled out on the floor. He then located and retrieved his white button-up from the curtain rods (though how it got there, Law had no clue).
The possessed man stumbled around the room for a few minutes, and then carried the same confusion around the hallway of the house. When he finally did make it to the front door, he opened it and was greeted with a newspaper hitting his legs. The shaggy haired man smiled as he picked up the paper. Perhaps he could stay for just a few minutes more, at least long enough to read the funnies.
Strumming through the paper, Law had completely overlooked the headline about Mystics and their sudden miscarriages. He was much too busy attempting to find the comic strips. As he searched, he heard a door open and assumed it was the one to the bedroom he had just left. Law stood up as his companion entered the kitchen, still in her black panties, and wearing Law's white undershirt as if it were hers.
Law could hear the sensual purrs coming from the raven haired girl, who simply walked over to her refrigerator and went through the motions of making two glasses of orange juice. If any other person had walked in at this moment, it would have looked like a newlywed couple enjoying another morning. This was anything but.
As the 'ghost' put down Law's glass of orange juice, the slender man stood up and folded the paper backwards, finally locating his beloved strips. Folding the top portion of the paper backwards, Law grabbed the cold glass of OJ and walked out of the house into the cold biting winds that covered Knife's Edge. The woman stood, stupefied that someone would just walk out of her house without saying a word. "Are you going to at least give me my paper ba---"
But Law was already gone.