Post by kjcasey42 on Jan 15, 2018 14:27:46 GMT
“Hey! Are you listening to me?!”
The imposing blonde woman looks up from her beer to smirk at her companion, a waifish black girl with pink and purple hair. “I’ve been trying not to, but with that big mouth of yours, it’s kinda tough not to.”
The blonde earns a playful punch to her shoulder for her sass. “Smartass,” the black girl says, “I was saying that you should lay off the booze for awhile. This is our new home, after all, and I don’t think we want to make a bad first impression.”
The blonde scowls at her, “What are you trying to say, Feral?” she demands, her voice an irritated growl.
“I’m saying you’re a mean drunk, Savage,” Feral is quick to return, her hands on her hips, “and bad things happen when you get drunk. How many joints have you gotten us barred from, because someone was unlucky enough to run afoul of you after you’d gotten hammered?”
“Aw, shaddup,” Savage grumbles and turns her head back to her beer.
Feral then reaches over and strokes her long blonde hair, “Babe, I’m not saying you can’t have a beer or two...Just not five.”
Savage sighs as she takes another pull of her beer, “Alright, fair enough. Thanks, hon...Always looking out for me, eh?”
Feral touches her forehead to Savage’s “We look after each other, babe. That’s how it’s always been.”
Savage finally cracks a smile and finishes her beer, “So when do we have that meeting with this Christian chick?”
Feral sighs, “That “Christian chick” is Bethany Christian, and she’s going to be our boss, so could you please not refer to her so flippantly? And our meeting with her is in a few days. Gives us plenty of time to settle in.”
The blonde nods as a young man slides in to the pair’s left at the bar. He orders himself a beer and looks over to Savage and smiles. “Hey, sweet thing,” he says with a practiced smoothness, “how about I buy you another round?”
Feral groans and facepalms, bracing herself for Savage to do what Savage does. To her credit, Savage remains calm and replies to the man without even looking at him, “Save your money, stud, I’m not interested.”
“Oh come on,” the guy persists, “gimme a chance! I’m just trying to be friendly. You’re new around here, right?”
Feral sighs and does her best to shove her anger back down her throat. “Trust me, dude,” she finally says, as calmly as she can manage, “you ain’t her type.”
Now the guy looks annoyed by the interjection, “Oh, really?” he sneers, “And just what would “her type” be?”
Savage grins as she looks from him to Feral, “Well, that’s easy. Light-skinned black girls with pink and purple hair.” Feral smirks at her lover’s answer and leans in for a deep kiss.
The young man scowls at being rejected. “Just never had a real man before,” he mutters under his breath, adding “fucking dykes.” at the end. That part was not meant to be heard by the pair, but the way their heads snapped to look at him told him that he was mistaken.
“THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY??!!?!” Feral shrieks at the top of her lungs, above the cacophony of the bar. Suddenly, a baker’s dozen of biker dudes and chicks turn towards the noise. As it dawns on the guy that he may have just made a big mistake, a large hand clamps down on his shoulder, preventing an escape.
“This guy giving you two trouble?” the owner of said hand, a grizzled, imposing man with an eyepatch asks the pair. Both women are about to open their mouths to answer when a waitress rushes over.
“Please,” she shouts, waving her arms, “no fighting in the bar!” The two women look at her thoughtfully, trying to decide whether to abide by her wishes or not. “We don’t want any trouble! Please…” she pleads once more.
Feral looks at her lover, “It’s your call, babe, you’re the one this douche disrespected.” Savage’s face grows dark for a moment, before nodding slowly. Feral nods back solemnly, then hops up onto the bar. “Brothers and sisters!” she calls out to their brethren, “This motherfucker right here has just insulted your queen!” A low rumble of anger rolls through the bar. “Now! The proprietor of this fine establishment has kindly asked us not to resort to violence on the premises, and since we actually like this joint, I'm sure we’re all happy to oblige. Would any of you be so kind as to take this mouth-breather out back and teach him some manners?” When all of them step forward, Feral shakes her head, “No, no, no...christ, I didn't say lynch mob, pick four, work him over and don't make a goddamn festival out of it! Rest of you, get the fuck back to whatever the fuck it is you were doing!” After a brief look around at one another, three men and one woman step forward, taking the young man off of the eyepatched man’s hands and shoving him roughly out the door. “Show him what happens when you fuck with the Steel Jungle!” Feral calls out to the four as they follow the man outside. She then hops down and looks at the eyepatched man and Savage, and then at the door. She frowns and says, “I’ll be right back.” and follows her comrades out the door.
Savage watches Feral leave, her gaze firmly fixed on her rear, grinning lewdly. She then turns back to the guy with the eyepatch. “Thanks for grabbing him, Corkscrew. Would’ve been pissed if the little shit had gotten away.”
“Not a problem, Savage.” Corkscrew replies simply as the rest of their gang returns to their business. Savage smiles at him and brushes a few strands of hair from her eyes before ordering another beer, earning her a stern look from the man.
“Last one, I promise.” she tells him, before her tone turns serious. “So, you’ve had a chance to poke around town?” he nods in reply, “So how does it look?”
“Looks good, boss. Should be up and running in a month...six weeks, tops.” Savage nods, prompting him to continue, “Even found some lodging for the boys. Got a good deal on it too.”
She raises an eyebrow at that, “No shakedowns, right?”
He shakes his head, “Of course not, your orders were clear on that.”
She nods, “Good. At least until we see how this shakes out, we wanna go legit, so make sure everyone knows the old business is off limits for now.” Corkscrew nods as Savage looks around the bar. “Also, put out the word that this place is our hangout now. All of our brothers and sisters should be giving this joint their business. Last thing is to find a place for meetings. Until then, here will have to do.”
“Understood, boss.” Corkscrew mutters, just as Feral makes her re-appearance, smirking and her knuckles bloodied. “Got that out of your system, girl?”
“Can’t believe I knocked his punk ass out with just four punches,” she answers, looking up at their lieutenant, “...fucking pussy.”
“Where are the others?” Savage asks
Feral looks at her as she orders a beer for herself, “Taking his bitch ass to the ER. They said you got 'em a place to stay, Corkscrew?” he nods, “That’s where they’re headed after that.”
“Sounds good,” Corkscrew replies before changing the subject, “So...going legit, you guys getting a new job....You think you’re ready for it?”
“Ready?” Feral scoffs, “It’s those bitches that aren’t ready for us!” she holds out her fist for a bump, which Savage returns.
“Damn right! You’ve got us as ready as we’re gonna be, Corkscrew. Now we just gotta meet with the boss lady and sign the contracts. And I feel sorry for any bitch that gets in our way.”
“I don’t.” Feral barks with a wicked, toothy grin.
Savage grins at her partner, giving her a sweet kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, you’re right, babe. Sympathy is for the weak, and that’s not how we got here.”
Feral smirks and returns the kiss, before raising her glass, “Brothers and sisters! Raise your glass!” she calls out to her brethren, all of whom comply. “A toast! To new beginnings alongside family!” a few voices raise in a cheer before they all down their drinks, “Hold onto your asses, Orlando! ‘Cause shit’s about to get wild!”
The imposing blonde woman looks up from her beer to smirk at her companion, a waifish black girl with pink and purple hair. “I’ve been trying not to, but with that big mouth of yours, it’s kinda tough not to.”
The blonde earns a playful punch to her shoulder for her sass. “Smartass,” the black girl says, “I was saying that you should lay off the booze for awhile. This is our new home, after all, and I don’t think we want to make a bad first impression.”
The blonde scowls at her, “What are you trying to say, Feral?” she demands, her voice an irritated growl.
“I’m saying you’re a mean drunk, Savage,” Feral is quick to return, her hands on her hips, “and bad things happen when you get drunk. How many joints have you gotten us barred from, because someone was unlucky enough to run afoul of you after you’d gotten hammered?”
“Aw, shaddup,” Savage grumbles and turns her head back to her beer.
Feral then reaches over and strokes her long blonde hair, “Babe, I’m not saying you can’t have a beer or two...Just not five.”
Savage sighs as she takes another pull of her beer, “Alright, fair enough. Thanks, hon...Always looking out for me, eh?”
Feral touches her forehead to Savage’s “We look after each other, babe. That’s how it’s always been.”
Savage finally cracks a smile and finishes her beer, “So when do we have that meeting with this Christian chick?”
Feral sighs, “That “Christian chick” is Bethany Christian, and she’s going to be our boss, so could you please not refer to her so flippantly? And our meeting with her is in a few days. Gives us plenty of time to settle in.”
The blonde nods as a young man slides in to the pair’s left at the bar. He orders himself a beer and looks over to Savage and smiles. “Hey, sweet thing,” he says with a practiced smoothness, “how about I buy you another round?”
Feral groans and facepalms, bracing herself for Savage to do what Savage does. To her credit, Savage remains calm and replies to the man without even looking at him, “Save your money, stud, I’m not interested.”
“Oh come on,” the guy persists, “gimme a chance! I’m just trying to be friendly. You’re new around here, right?”
Feral sighs and does her best to shove her anger back down her throat. “Trust me, dude,” she finally says, as calmly as she can manage, “you ain’t her type.”
Now the guy looks annoyed by the interjection, “Oh, really?” he sneers, “And just what would “her type” be?”
Savage grins as she looks from him to Feral, “Well, that’s easy. Light-skinned black girls with pink and purple hair.” Feral smirks at her lover’s answer and leans in for a deep kiss.
The young man scowls at being rejected. “Just never had a real man before,” he mutters under his breath, adding “fucking dykes.” at the end. That part was not meant to be heard by the pair, but the way their heads snapped to look at him told him that he was mistaken.
“THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY??!!?!” Feral shrieks at the top of her lungs, above the cacophony of the bar. Suddenly, a baker’s dozen of biker dudes and chicks turn towards the noise. As it dawns on the guy that he may have just made a big mistake, a large hand clamps down on his shoulder, preventing an escape.
“This guy giving you two trouble?” the owner of said hand, a grizzled, imposing man with an eyepatch asks the pair. Both women are about to open their mouths to answer when a waitress rushes over.
“Please,” she shouts, waving her arms, “no fighting in the bar!” The two women look at her thoughtfully, trying to decide whether to abide by her wishes or not. “We don’t want any trouble! Please…” she pleads once more.
Feral looks at her lover, “It’s your call, babe, you’re the one this douche disrespected.” Savage’s face grows dark for a moment, before nodding slowly. Feral nods back solemnly, then hops up onto the bar. “Brothers and sisters!” she calls out to their brethren, “This motherfucker right here has just insulted your queen!” A low rumble of anger rolls through the bar. “Now! The proprietor of this fine establishment has kindly asked us not to resort to violence on the premises, and since we actually like this joint, I'm sure we’re all happy to oblige. Would any of you be so kind as to take this mouth-breather out back and teach him some manners?” When all of them step forward, Feral shakes her head, “No, no, no...christ, I didn't say lynch mob, pick four, work him over and don't make a goddamn festival out of it! Rest of you, get the fuck back to whatever the fuck it is you were doing!” After a brief look around at one another, three men and one woman step forward, taking the young man off of the eyepatched man’s hands and shoving him roughly out the door. “Show him what happens when you fuck with the Steel Jungle!” Feral calls out to the four as they follow the man outside. She then hops down and looks at the eyepatched man and Savage, and then at the door. She frowns and says, “I’ll be right back.” and follows her comrades out the door.
Savage watches Feral leave, her gaze firmly fixed on her rear, grinning lewdly. She then turns back to the guy with the eyepatch. “Thanks for grabbing him, Corkscrew. Would’ve been pissed if the little shit had gotten away.”
“Not a problem, Savage.” Corkscrew replies simply as the rest of their gang returns to their business. Savage smiles at him and brushes a few strands of hair from her eyes before ordering another beer, earning her a stern look from the man.
“Last one, I promise.” she tells him, before her tone turns serious. “So, you’ve had a chance to poke around town?” he nods in reply, “So how does it look?”
“Looks good, boss. Should be up and running in a month...six weeks, tops.” Savage nods, prompting him to continue, “Even found some lodging for the boys. Got a good deal on it too.”
She raises an eyebrow at that, “No shakedowns, right?”
He shakes his head, “Of course not, your orders were clear on that.”
She nods, “Good. At least until we see how this shakes out, we wanna go legit, so make sure everyone knows the old business is off limits for now.” Corkscrew nods as Savage looks around the bar. “Also, put out the word that this place is our hangout now. All of our brothers and sisters should be giving this joint their business. Last thing is to find a place for meetings. Until then, here will have to do.”
“Understood, boss.” Corkscrew mutters, just as Feral makes her re-appearance, smirking and her knuckles bloodied. “Got that out of your system, girl?”
“Can’t believe I knocked his punk ass out with just four punches,” she answers, looking up at their lieutenant, “...fucking pussy.”
“Where are the others?” Savage asks
Feral looks at her as she orders a beer for herself, “Taking his bitch ass to the ER. They said you got 'em a place to stay, Corkscrew?” he nods, “That’s where they’re headed after that.”
“Sounds good,” Corkscrew replies before changing the subject, “So...going legit, you guys getting a new job....You think you’re ready for it?”
“Ready?” Feral scoffs, “It’s those bitches that aren’t ready for us!” she holds out her fist for a bump, which Savage returns.
“Damn right! You’ve got us as ready as we’re gonna be, Corkscrew. Now we just gotta meet with the boss lady and sign the contracts. And I feel sorry for any bitch that gets in our way.”
“I don’t.” Feral barks with a wicked, toothy grin.
Savage grins at her partner, giving her a sweet kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, you’re right, babe. Sympathy is for the weak, and that’s not how we got here.”
Feral smirks and returns the kiss, before raising her glass, “Brothers and sisters! Raise your glass!” she calls out to her brethren, all of whom comply. “A toast! To new beginnings alongside family!” a few voices raise in a cheer before they all down their drinks, “Hold onto your asses, Orlando! ‘Cause shit’s about to get wild!”