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Post by Dante Stark on Oct 12, 2012 13:50:09 GMT -5
Stark had arranged a sort of bromance meeting for him and Vaughn to wind down after the stress they'd been dealing with in the compound.. Dante had been sitting in the empty Compounds bar and he waited for Vaughn to meet him.. They were going to get shit-faced and talk like never before... Stark looked at the tray in front of him and poured himself a shot while waiting for Vaughn..
Stark bolted the shot and moved over to the pool table.. He sent most of the staff away as when he and Vaughn got pissed they usually wrecked the place it was better people didn't see it firsthand..
Stark had been back a couple of weeks and he was looking forward to seeing Vaughn as they needed to catch up and talk about various issues that had happened while the other was away.. Dante leaned over and took his shot knocking the ball back checking the door and waiting for Logan.. It was boring but when he go there the party would finally be started and he could fucking get pissed after his mini-revelation with Hobbs..
"Hurry up Vaughn... I'm too sober.." Dante smirked as he grabbed a beer and began drinking when he heard footsteps coming towards the bar.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 12, 2012 14:32:00 GMT -5
Vaughn pushed the door open, carrying a bottle of Jim Beam in his hand and drinking it down already. "I started drinking without you Lt., you need to hurry up" He said with a smirk as he placed the bottle on the edge of the pool table, taking a pool stick. He lined up a shot, aiming the cue ball. He pulled his arm back and--Boom! Vaughn made in a striped blue ball, "Guess im stripes Lt."
He aimed at another ball and missed. Vaughn took in another drink and waited for Danticus' turn. "Usually you're motor mouth right now Lt, what the hell is going on? You won't believe the shit Hobbs has been pulling lately. There's no damn respect for anyone around here, no wonder we aren't getting shit done." Vaughn said as he took in another drink and looked down at the billiards table, waiting for the Lt. to finish his turn.
Vaughn lined up another ball at a cross section and fired, CRACK! Two striped balls went into opposite pockets. "I play well drunk. We should enter a billiards contest Stark, you and me." Vaughn shot at another ball, making it in but also scratching.
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Post by Dante Stark on Oct 12, 2012 14:38:43 GMT -5
Stark watched the Commander pot his balls and he leaned over the table and took his shot potting two of his balls.. "Do not get me started on Hobbs Vaughny, last week i freaking made out with her.. and as to getting shit done your right she is too bloody stubborn.. and a contest with us entering that sounds like a fucking laugh." Stark smirked as he walked over to the counter and grabbed himself a bottle o' jack..
He raised his bottle and clinked it with Logan's as he took a massive gulp. Stark walked away from the table and pushed the plug on the jukebox and cranked it up loud.. "Looks like we can finally party till our livers give out eh boss.." Stark smirked taking another gulp as the music blared in the bar. Stark placed the bottle down and grabbed his cue, he squinted his eyes like a Chinese person and bent over aiming his cue at one of the balls..
He shot and it rebounded against the sides before potting in the hole.. Stark threw his arms up in secession and looked at his boss.. "So, Babe what's our ol' friend been doing to you to prevent you from getting any work done... Sounds serious." Stark smirked as he lent down on the table.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 12, 2012 16:47:51 GMT -5
"I ask her to do a few things, ya know? Things that are her job to do; techy shit." Vaughn took another drink and took a shot, skimming the ball he meant to hit and hitting it off of the back of the pool table. " Shes got an attitude. If she doesn't check herself she won't be here much longer. And you know what happens to Hunters that go rogue."
Vaughn took in another drink, throwing his bottle against the wall and watching it shatter in a million glass shards. He walked over to the counter, grabbing a bottle of Captain Morgan and walked back over to the Lt. "What about you, you seem like you got a lot on your mind. Are you really that bent over Hobbs?"
What could he honestly see in her? Besides her smarts shes nothing but a self-centered, rude, manish oriental woman (if you can call her a woman). "She makes herself out to have all the answers. She even dared to say I need to workout more. You kidding me? Im like the fittest one in this dump."
Vaughn looked down and pulled up his shirt, looking at his six-pack and touching it slightly. He pulled his shirt down and shrugged. "Why are you banging a bitch?"
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Post by Dante Stark on Oct 12, 2012 17:32:36 GMT -5
Stark nodded as Vaughn talked; "There's a few things on my mind mate, i mean sure i know Hobbs has her faults and she acts out.. But i just feel something whenever i speak to her it's unnerving and unrealistic but it's a feeling i have.." Stark threw his bottle on the floor and walked over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of heineken and pulled the cap off and took a massive swig.
"I mean i work-out fair and all, we're both pretty athletic males, and stuff she's just igity from time to time.. Sure she's not a very attractive person but i really feel something despite everything even her missing leg.. " Stark paused and lifted his shirt up to reveal his abs and a few scars he'd gotten across his chest..
"But, Hobbs is who she is it's weird sometimes.. But how about we forget about her and drink ourselves into a stupor and do crazy shit.. " Stark smiled and sipped his beer again as he Hopped up on a barstool and threw his beer in the bin grabbing himself another and opening it immediately.. He was in a mood to party.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 12, 2012 17:50:36 GMT -5
"Awe shit", Vaughn said as he gave him a slug in the arm. He loved her? Why?
"What kind of crazy shit are you talking about? Do we need to kick somebody's ass again?" Vaughn chugged down the Captain Morgan a quarter of the way and put it down. "Damn dude, It's hitting me now", Vaughn said as he slapped himself in the head, blinking rapidly.
He lowered himself and took another shot, missing all the balls entirely and and forcing the cue ball to hug on the left shoulder. Vaughn took in another drink and laughed to himself, almost maniacally.
"Hey, hey Lt...you got a lighter?" Vaughn took the lighter from him and walked over to him, tapping him on the arm.
"Hey bub, pull--Pull my finger!" Vaughn lit the lighter and held it to his ass, waiting for the opportune moment to let it rip and create a scene in the lounge room of the Compound. The flames from the lighter were large; Vaughn could already feel the heat burning through his dark denim pants.
"Come on Lt, dont leave me hanging. Pull the damn finger if you want to see a real show." Letting out another laugh, Vaughn waited.
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Post by Dante Stark on Oct 12, 2012 18:18:14 GMT -5
Stark nodded as he followed the commanders orders and tossed him a lighter, Stark then proceeded to pull his finger as he heard a loud fart echo in the room as flames spread out and it sounded like Vaughn had shit himself in the process... Stark laughed hard and fell on his ass.. "Holyshitballs Vaughn.. even though you shit yourself that was fucking awesome you sick mother fucker.. " Stark laughed as he stood up and threw his beer bottle where the commander had farted.. Stark grabbed another beer bottle and leant against the bar stool he slipped nearly losing his balance.
Stark was ploughing through the beers he staggered over to the pool table and stood up on it.. He threw his full beer at Vaughn close to hitting him..
"Let's crank it up in here.." Stark jumped up and then down landing on the table as it cracked apart he fell into the rubble and laughed like a fucking kid.. He was having a blast with the commander and they were fucking shit up.. It was a proper lads night out even if he did just wreck the pool table.. It was fucking ace he laughed.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 14, 2012 20:31:45 GMT -5
"I didn't shit my pants" Vaughn said as he stood straight. "You want another drink or what? Don't puss out on me Lt." Vaughn walked around towards the bar counter and grabbed a bottle another bottle of whiskey. "So what'll it be Lt.? Or do you want a bitch drink...I'm sure David's got some Mike's Hard in here somewhere..."
Vaughn knew he made an indirect joke and laughed to himself a bit before looking back at the Lt., throwing him a bottle of rum. "So what are we going to do tonight? Bar hop and find some women like last week?"
As Vaughn walked back into the lounge he noticed the Lt. bending over with his hands on his knees. Was he crying? he thought, or maybe he couldn't hold his liquor tonight. Vaughn grabbed a pull stick and swung at his ass, laughing hard to himself as he heard the loud WHACK against the Lt's bosom. He kept the pool stick up, ready for the Lt. to pick up a pool stick and fight him back.
Vaughn took in a drink and looked over at the Lt. with a slight grin. "SO what now Lt.? Your vagina bleeding over there or what?"
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