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| Lucifer's Angel | April 16, 2012, 10:00 pm Post #91 |
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Chapter 32 "I am so looking forward to the party, one last time for fun before the playoffs", said Jordan as the team headed to the showers after practice. "Yeah, we're going to be so busy with all this shit, we can party after all this shit happens", said Sidney as Max and Jordan nodded. "What about us, mes amis? We have women and they are not going to like us being so busy. I've told Marie and she knows, at least we can still Skype while on the road. I hope I will never have to go through jury duty, it's hte same crap", said Kris. "I have to go help Vero get the party stuff ready, my mom is watching Henri tonight. See you guys later", said Marc as he got out of the shower and quickly got dressed. "What you are going as, Kris? Your girl is going to look hot no matter what", teased Jordan. "It's a surprise, mon ami Nederlandais. But do have a mind for the ladies, Flower said that they invited neighbors", said Kris. "Ooh, maybe they're some hot chicks", said Jordan eagerly as Max suddenly looked very interested. "Maybe it's a couple of old men, Vero has the softest heart. We can show the old fellows a good time", joked Kris. "No thanks, Tanger. I'd prefer hot chicks", said Jordan with a shudder as Kris just laughed and headed to the showers. "You look so beautiful, ma fille pays", Kris said gallantly as he took her hand and led her inside to the truck. "And you are quite handsome yourself, monsieur Letang", she giggled. Kris just laughed as he got on the driver's side of the truck and turned on the engine. They were both dressed in costume for the party, the last party before the start of the playoffs. Marie wore a pale pink and white dress with a wide-bottomed skirt with the hem supported by a hoop, the low-cut top trimmed with white lace and her legs in sheer white stockings and matching patent leather shoes. A dainty white lace cap was perched atop her head as her curly black hair peeked out from underneath, a dot of rouge on each cheek and her lips a bright cherry red. The overall effect was a sexy version of Little Bo Peep, or perhaps Marie Antoinette cavorting as a shepherdess at Versailles. "That is so sexy, ma fille pays. But Flower and Vero's party is not the place for that", he drawled. Kris matched her in his costume as he was dressed as a French aristocrat in his black breeches and matching jacket, the white stockings barely fitting his muscular legs. His own dark hair was hidden under a long curly black wig and his eyebrows were darkened to pitch black over his brown eyes, a dash of color added by the red plaid Grant tartan sash around his waist. "I bet Max is going as a pimp, it suits him. I don't know what Jordan is doing, but he wouldn't make a good pimp, he's too blond and too much of a farmboy", he joked. "I hope not, that is not very original", she said dryly. They arrived at Marc and Vero's house, the driveway and nearby curb full of cars. "Bonjour, Kris and Marie", said Vero cheerfully as she kissed them each on the cheek. She was dressed as a 20's flapper in a beaded dark red dress embroidered with numerous tiny red and black beads that shimmered, her newly bobbed dark brown hair held in place by a matching headband adorned with a red feather and sheer stockings on her legs. Her full red lips were wrapped around a candy cigarette in a golden cigarette holder and her brown eyes outlined with heavy kohl, looking not unlike a brunette Clara Bow. "Bonjour, mes amis", said Marc, giving Vero a quick kiss on the cheek. He wore a flashy blue navy suit with wide white pinstripes and a matching fedora, big rings on each finger and a diamond stickpin in his lapel. "You look like a gangster, Flower", Kris joked, embracing his friend. "Oui, it was Vero's idea. We have a bar set up, Max is the bartender", said Marc. Max was behind the bar mixing drinks. He was dressed as a Chippendale's dancer, wearing just tight brief black shorts and a black bow tie with his hairy muscular chest exposed. "Bonjour, mes ami. Marie, vous et mas belle", he said gallantly, his blue eyes dancing with merriment. "I thought so, it was either that or a pimp. Too bad there aren't other hot chicks here, unless you want Flower to kick your ass", teased Kris. "Je said, Tanger. But the night is young", he sighed dramatically as he got them two Jack and Cokes. Kris took a sip of his drink and almost did a double take when he saw Jordan enter the room. "What the fuck, I don't believe it", he muttered, shaking his head. Jordan wore the same outfit as Max, the huge blond center in tiny tight black shorts and matching bow tie with his huge chest puffed out. "We're both single, this little outfit is going to get us laid", laughed Max. Kris just chuckled and shook his head. He saw Evgeni and Ellen enter the room as everyone turned to fce them. The big Russian wore a heavy floor-length dark purple velvet robe trimmed with black and white sable fur and a matching hat on his head. Each of his fingers was adorned with a heavy ring and a huge gold medallion was suspended around his neck on a chain, the medallion with the Romanov double-headed eagle in black and red enamel, his size and imposing presence drawing everyone's attention. Ellen made a striking consort for him in her dark green satin brocade gown with a sable stole around her shoulders, her blond hair in a long braid down to the middle of her back. A gauzy veil covered her hair but revealed her face, beautiful and aloof as though she were royalty. "Awesome costume, Geno. What are you?", asked Kris. Evgeni beamed with pride. "Da, spasibo. I am a czar and Ellen is my czarina, the pendant is from my family. I am a Romanov, after all", he laughed. "Oui, if they got rid of Putin, you can be the next czar of Russia. But those are great costumes, mes amis", said Max as he handed them each a drink. Marie sipped at her drink, frowning at the taste as it was heavy on the Coke. "Vero, do you have any other liquors, I am afraid Max is not the best bartender", she chuckled. "Yes, I'll show you", said Very as she led Marie into the kitchen. "We do have a few bottles, but since I got pregnant and Henri was born we don't drink as much", she said, taking out one bottle of Captain Morgan, one bottle Johnny Walker Red, one bottle Smirnoff and one bottle Bacardi, all with the seals unbroken. "Okay, if there's ice and mixers I could do something", said Marie as they took to the bottles to the parlor. "Tanger, does your girl have a sister?", teased Jordan. Kris just laughed. "Non, unless you want to date her father", he joked. "Dude, no homo", said Jordan, throwing up his hands in mock-horror. Marie chuckled as she broke the seal on the bottles and arranged the glasses in a row, reaching for a new bottle of soda and adding ice to each glass. She carefully poured an ounce of Captain Morgan to each glass and added the soda, placing a skinny red straw in each cup. "Wow, this is really good", said Jordan, draining his in one gulp. "My father is a bartender, I learned how to mix drinks from him. If there were other liquors around, I could make pousse-cafes", said Marie as she handed him another drink. "Maybe later when we make a beer run", said Kris as he sipped his drink. The doorbell rang as Vero went to answer it. "Bonjour et bienvenue", she said graciously. Two young women entered the house as everyone glanced in their direction. The one on the left was a brunette in a sexy French maid outfit that revealed generous cleavage and long legs, her full lips painted fire-engine red. The blond on the right was in a slutty devil costume that also exposed a lot of cleavage, her legs in red fishnet stockings and high red stiletto boots. Max immediately went over to the brunette and Jordan went straight to the blond as everyone smiled knowingly, Marc going over to the Ipod deck as Sexy and I Know it by LMFAO came over the speakers: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UgedxawDL5k When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly I pay to the beat, walking on the street with in my new lafreak, yeah This is how I roll, animal print, pants out control, It's real fool with the big F o They like bruce lee rock at the club Girl look at that body I work out Girl look at that body I work out When I walk in the spot, this is what I see Everybody stops and they staring at me I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it I'm sexy and I know it When I'm at the moss, purity just can't fight them up When I'm at the beach, I'm in a speedo trying to tan my cheeks This is how I roll, come on ladies it's time to go We hit it to the bar, baby don't be nervous No shows, no shirt, and I still get serviced Girl look at that body I work out Girl look at that body I work out When I walk in the spot, this is what I see Everybody stops and they staring at me I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it I'm sexy and I know it I'm sexy and I know it... CHECK IT OUT WIGGLE, WIGGLE, WIGGLE, WIGGLE, WIGGLE YEAH I'm sexy and I know it Girl look at that body I work out Girl look at that body I work out "Good move, Flower", laughed Kris when he saw that Max and Jordan bring the girls to the middle of the dance floor and start dancing. Marc laughed as Marie handed him a Captain and Coke. "They moved in next door, Vero invited them.. She also invited this old man who just moved into a condo last week, she thought he might be lonely. And it looks like it's working', he laughed. Max and Jordan and the girls were grinding against each other with big smiles on their faces, everyone laughing at the sight. "You guys, this is not an audition for a porno", teased Marc. "Let's go back to our place", said the blond as the women led the men out the door, both of them with shit-eating grins on their faces. "Now we get rid of this crap", said Evgeni. He turned off the Ipod and placed his own in the deck, The Prisoner by Iron Maiden blaring from the speakers: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apKhsA6DeyI We want information... information... information... Who are you? - The new number two Who is number one? - You are number six I am not a number! I am a free man! I'm on the run I kill to eat I'm starving now feeling dead on my feet Going all the way I'm nature's beast Do what I want I'll do as I please Run, fight, to breathe it's tough Now you see me, now you don't, break the walls, I'm coming out Not a prisoner, I'm a free man and my blood is my own now Don't care where the past was, I know where I'm going... Out! If you kill me it's self defence If I kill you then I call it vengeance Spit in your eye I will defy You'll be afraid when I call out your name Run, fight, to breath it's gonna be tough Now you see me, now you don't, break the walls, I'm coming out Not a prisoner, I'm a free man and my blood is my own now Don't care where the past was, I know where I'm going I'm not a number, I'm a free man, I'll live my life how I want to You'd better scratch me from your black book 'cause I'll run rings around you Not a prisoner, I'm a free man and my blood is my own now Don't care where the past was, I know where I'm going Not a number, I'm a free man, I'll live my life how I want to You'd better scratch me from your black book 'cause I'll run rings around you Not a prisoner, I'm a free man and my blood is my own now Don't care where the past was, I know where I'm going "Up the Irons!', he bellowed, giving the metal salute. "I am not a huge metalhead, but LMFAO are bloody awful. At least we'll not be watching an audition to a porno here", said Ellen dryly. The speakers were now playing 2 Minutes to Midnight when the doorbell rang again: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkrT70KpILw Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don't need a reason The Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Here's my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death. The killer's breed or the demon's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain, Don't you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight To kill the unborn in the womb. The blind men shout let the creatures out We'll show the unbelievers Napalm screams of human flames For a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy, We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies. The body bags and little rags of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you. As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song, To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun. Midnight, midnight, midnight Is all night Midnight, midnight, midnight Is all day Midnight All night On the other side was a man who was somewhere between forty-five to seventy, a cross between middle and old age. He wore a long black cape trimmed in black fur over a trim black suit, a broad-brimmed black hait over his long white hair that reached his shoulders. Dark glasses obscured the top portion of his face and were perched on a prominent aquiline nose, his upper lip rather thin and longer than his lower lip. "Bonjour, monsieur Langdon", said Vero kindly as he carefully made his way inside with the aid of his white-tipped cane. "Hello, my that is some interesting music", replied Mr. Langdon in his quavery voice with a crisp British accent. "That is Iron Maiden, sir. Very good band, they British", said Evgeni. "Yes, they are, I am English myself from Hastings. Could I please have a gin and tonic?", he asked as he sat down on the couch with the help of his cane. "We don't have any gin, I'm afraid. But we do have Captain Morgan, Bacardi, Johnny Walker Red and Smirnoff", said Marie. "Oh dear, I am sorry about that. I will have a Scotch and soda then", he replied. Marie nodded as she prepared the drink, pouring a generous measure of Scotch with club soda and stirring it with a swizzle stick. She glanced over at him and felt a bit odd, feeling as though she had seen him before somewhere. The glasses momentarily slipped down his nose and he glanced her way, seeing his cool silvery eyes that barely seemed to blink. She steadied herself and went back to the bar, her heart racing as she thought she had recognized him. Mr. Langdon calmly sat and drank his Scotch and soda, a thoughtful expression on his face. He made the room come into view and saw everyone drinking and chatting while Powerslave played on the speakers: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QyLVLw7OH44 Into the Abyss I'll fall - the eye of Horus Into the eyes of the night - watching me go Green is the cat's eye that glows - in this Temple Enter the risen Osiris - risen again Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave I don't wanna die, I'm a God, why can't I live on? When the Life Giver dies, all around is laid waste And in my last hour, I'm a slave to the Power of Death When I was living this lie - Fear was my game People would worship and fall - drop to their knees So bring me the blood and red wine for the one to succeed me, for he is a man and a God - and He will die too Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave I don't wanna die, I'm a God, why can't I live on? When the Life Giver dies, all around is laid waste And in my last hour, I'm a slave to the Power of Death Now I am cold but a ghost lives in my veins Silent the terror that reigned - marbled in stone A shell of a man God preserved - for a thousand ages But open the gates of my Hell - I will strike from the grave Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave I don't wanna die, I'm a God, why can't I live on? When the Life Giver dies, all around is laid waste And in my last hour, I'm a slave to the Power of Death Slave to the Power of Death... Slave to the Power of Death... His gaze fell upon Ellen as she smiled at something Evgeni said, her fingers brushing against his cheek. She was stunning in her green gown and matched her lover perfectly with his furry purple velvet robe and hat and medallion with his massive arms around her slim waist and his head resting on her shoulders. Ellen laughed and snuggled up against him, her green eyes dancing with amusement. Kris had an arm around Marie and pressed a kiss to the top of her head as she giggled, their difference in size even more striking than usual with her in the frilly pink and white gown and him in his outfit. Marie served him another drink as he patted the seat next to him. "What is your name miss?", he asked. "Mon nom est Marie Gagnon, monsieur Langdon", she replied, hoping it confused him. To her surprise, he just smiled. "Bonjour, mademoiselle Gagnon. Mon nom est Charles Langdon, je suis originaire de Hastings, England", he replied in flawless French. "Merci, monsieur Langdon. Je voulais simplement vous tester", she replied. "I learned French in school as a lad, and I spent time in France and Quebec years ago. My wife, bless her soul, was a French woman from Quebec. Unfortunately, she died in a train accident, our son had died in a shootout at a club where he was performing", he said, a hint of sorrow in his voice. Marie immediately felt guilty for her suspicions, patting his hand. "I am very sorry, monsieur Langdon", she murmured. "It's quite all right, my dear. Sometimes it can be overwhelming, but tragedy is a part of life", he said. Powerslave ended as Ellen went to the deck and inserted her own Ipod, New San Antonio Rose by Willie Nelson playing over the speakers: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2QNWRjN3v9k DEEP WITHIN MY HEART LIES A MELODY A SONG OF OLD SAN ANTONE WHERE IN DREAMS I LIVE WITH A MEMORY BENEATH THE STARS ALL ALONE IT WAS THERE I FOUND BESIDE THE ALAMO ENCHANTMENTS STRANGE AS THE BLUE UP ABOVE A MOONLIT PASS THAT ONLY SHE WOULD KNOW STILL HEARS MY BROKEN SONG OF LOVE MOON AND ALL YOUR SPLENDOR KNOWS ONLY MY HEART CALL BACK MY ROSE, ROSE OF SAN ANTONE LIPS SO SWEET AND TENDER LIKE PETALS FALLING APART SPEAK ONCE AGAIN OF MY LOVE MY OWN BROKEN DREAMS EMPTY WORDS I KNOW STILL LIVE IN MY HEART ALL ALONE A MOONLIT PASS BESIDE THE ALAMO AND MY ROSE, MY ROSE OF SAN ANTONE "How lovely, my father had a 78 of Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys when I was a lad, who is this?", he asked. "It's Willie Nelson, I programmed my Western Swing playlist", she replied. The speakers played Time Changes Everything by the Texas country legends as she led Evgeni into the middle of the room and they slow-danced, joined by Marc and Vero: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJqPk8VU11E There was a time when I thought of no other and we sang our own love refrain Our hearts beat as one while we had our fun but time changes everything Time has passed I forgot you mother nature does wonderful things I guess that it's true for me and for you that time changes everything You can change the name of an old song rearrange it and make it swing I thought nothing could stop me from loving you but time has changed everything Goodbye goodluck to you may God bless you I won't say I'll ever love again You'll go your way and I'll go mine cause time changes everything Kris gave her an encouraging smile as Marie danced with Mr. Langdon, leading the old man in a waltz. "Thank you very much, my dear", he said. "Merci beaucomp, monsieur Langdon", she replied kindly. Kris went to get himself a drink as the speakers now played Liar's Moon by Asleep at the Wheel: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRsjyzHKncU He had to chuckle at the sight of Marie dancing with the old man, knowing he couldn't feel jealous. While he sipped his drink, Kris saw the old man's glasses slip down his nose and reveal his silvery eyes, shining with the glitter of fish scales or the mica rock he had seen at a science museum as a kid. They were deep, fathomless eyes that appeared to hold many secrets, as though he had seen everything. Rather than being frightened, Kris was intrigued and made a mental note to speak with the old man. |
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | April 17, 2012, 1:27 pm Post #92 |
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Iron Maiden = I wonder why that chap has silver eyes?
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| Lucifer's Angel | April 18, 2012, 3:29 pm Post #93 |
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The guy with the silver eyes is Hugo, he can change shape into anything. Thanks for reading Chapter 33 Kris and Evgeni got into Kris' truck as he carefully backed out of the space, both men dressed in business suits that hid their actual identity. The ride was quiet except for the radio set to Boneyard as it played Shot in the Dark by Ozzy, both of them on their way to Consol for the first playoff game against the Florida Panthers: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RasEDqfL8EY Out on the streets I'm stalking the night I can hear my heavy breathing Paid for the kill, but it doesn't seem right Something there I can't believe in Voices are calling from inside my head I can hear them, I can hear them Vanishing memories of things that were said They can't try to hurt me now But a shot in the dark One step away from you Just a shot in the dark Always creeping up on you All right Taught by the powers that preach over me I can hear their empty reasons I wouldn't listen, I learned how to fight I opened up my mind to treason But just like the wounded, and when it's too late They'll remember, they'll surrender Never a care for the people who hate Underestimate me now But a shot in the dark One step away from you Just a shot in the dark Nothing that you can do Just a shot in the dark Always creeping up on you All right But just like the wounded, and when it's too late They'll remember, they'll surrender Never a care for the people who hate Underestimate me now But a shot in the dark One step away from you Just a shot in the dark Nothing that you can do Just a shot in the dark Always creeping up on you All right Just a shot in the dark Just a shot in the dark Just a shot in the dark Just a shot in the dark Kris parked the truck in the players' lot as they made their way inside the arena, their footsteps echoing on the concrete as they entered the locker room. "Hey guys, we're like Clark Kent and the fans will soon know we're Supermen", laughed Jordan. He had arrived several minutes earlier and was in the process of undressing out of his suit and into a practice uniform, his blond hair growing out a bit in preparation for the playoffs. "What is matter, Jordan? You don't want to grow playoff beard?", teased Evgeni. "Very funny, dude. I didn't shave this morning, I'm growing both my hair and my beard", he laughed, stroking the blond stubble on his chin. "I'm doing both too, mon ami Nederlandais. I already have long hair and I grow a beard easy, us French men tend to be hairy", laughed Kris. "I don't grow beard good, I just going to grow my hair long", said Evgeni. The rest of the team started arriving as they dressed in their practice uniforms, Kris hooking up his Ipod to the speakers as it played For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQyMJw1IJNA Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless gray On they fight, for they are right, yes, but who's to say? For a hill, men would kill. Why? They do not know Suffered wounds test their pride Men of five, still alive through the raging glow Gone insane from the pain that they surely know For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls Take a look to the sky just before you die It's the last time he will Blackened roar, massive roar, fills the crumbling sky Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry Stranger now are his eyes to this mystery He hears the silence so loud Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be Now they see what will be, blinded eyes to see For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls "It was a good idea having you do the locker room music, Tanger. Your taste is awesome", said James. "Oui, mon ami Anglais. There is nothing like Metallica to have you ready to win", said Kris as Evgeni and Jordan nodded in agreement. "If you have never been to a playoff game, it is far more intense than a regular season game, And when it is against the Flyers, c'est fou! You will like it very much", said Vero as Henri sucked on his pacifier. "Aye, she's right. When they play the Flyers during the season it is intense, but during the playoffs 'tis crazy. Last year they faced off in the first round, Max got in a fight with Dan Carcillo and got his arse kicked. He was being silly, Carcillo is not a bloke you mess with", said Ellen. "This is Carcillo, he is an ugly fellow, non?", asked Vero rhetorically as she handed Marie her phone. Marie saw the picture and made a face, thinking Dan Carcillo was one of the ugliest men she had ever seen. He was big and muscular with dark brown hair in a long mullet and a rough, scarred face with a crooked nose that had been broken numerous times, his front teeth missing as he grinned for the camera. "Mon dieu, he is so ugly. And why doesn't he get dentures?", she asked as she handed back the phone. "Oui, he is ugly. I suppose he doesn't want to ruin his dentures, but he is so ugly and scary, I doubt many women like him", said Vero. "Aye, I reckon he scares most of the lasses. I canna imagine most women would find him the least bit attractive", agreed Ellen. The stands gradually filled with fans as the players finished the pregame skate, trying to fire a few last pucks past Marc as the French goalie taunted them good-naturedly when they missed. "Guys, head to the showers and get ready, let's kick some Panthers ass!", said the coach as he blew the whistle and to end the practice. Kris nodded as he skated off the ice, glancing up and smiling when he saw Marie and Ellen with Vero, Henri sitting on his mother's lap and looking about the arena. "It's good to have the women here, eh?", teased Sidney, a tiny sad note in his voice. "Oui, Sid. I want to win, I do not want Vero to have me sleep on the couch", laughed Marc. Sidney said nothing as he led his teammates towards the dressing room. Everyone quickly showered and started dressing in their game uniforms, Kris' Ipod now playing Reigning Blood by Slayer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SurqXyOjLxE Trapped in purgatory A lifeless object, alive Awaiting reprisal Death will be their acquisition The sky is turning red Return to power draws near Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears Abolish the rules made of stone Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past Betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above Awaiting the hour of reprisal Your time slips away Raining blood From a lacerated sky Bleeding its horror Creating my structure Now I shall reign in blood! "Wow, you really want us to kick ass", teased Jordan. "Oui, mon ami Nederlandais. Slayer gets you really pumped up, non? Would you rather have play some Michael Bolton?", he joked. "Fuck no, he fucking sucks. My mom likes his shit", said Jordan with a shudder. "Dude, show some mercy. I bet everyone's gonna be acting like Beavis and Butthead if they heard that shit", said James. "Who is Michael Bolton?", asked Evgeni. "He fucking sucks, Geno. He does corny love ballads that old ladies like, when he was on Beavis and Butthead they'd go completely mental", he explained. Kris finished dressing and got his phone, typing in a search on Youtube. "Here it is, Geno. Enjoy", he smirked: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QlVkr10DaAE Everyone laughed as Beavis and Butthead went insane as they watched a Michael Bolton video, the bemulleted purveyor of corny love ballads making most sane people want to hurl. "Da, that is fucking horrible. He really suck", said Evgeni with a grimace. "I gotcha, they're dumb as fuck but they got good taste in music. Anyone who thinks Pantera and Slayer rule are all right", said James. Everyone became quiet as Kris put back his phone and the coaches entered the room, turning to face them. Kris sat on the stool in front of his locker and listened as the coaches outlined plays on a whiteboared, knowing the serious meaning as it was the playoffs. He felt confident knowing that Marie was in the crowd to cheer him on and the he had a good night's sleep. "All right, guys, let's win this thing", said the coach as they hollered in approval. The team left the locker room as they made their way towards the rink, the roar of the crowd echoing through the building. The arena lights were dimmed as the speakers blared Welcome to the Jungle by Guns 'n Roses at a near-earsplitting volume, the players getting in line as they were introduced one by one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kr8-E8may2Y The cheers gradually grew louder with every player being introduced, the loudest cheers being reserved for captain Sidney and Evgeni at the very end. The lights of the arena went back on as both teams skated in their zones, the crowd murmuring in anticipation. Kris skated in small tight circles near the Penguins goal, holding his stick horizontally as his long black hair flowed out from behind his helmet. He watched as everyone skated before him and frowned in concentration, remembering the plays the coach had diagrammed on the board. A referee blew a whistle as everyone became still, Sidney and Panthers center Weiss getting ready for the faceoff at center ice. The fans were hushed as the referee skated towards center ice and held the puck, dropping it and getting out of the way as Sidney won position and skated towards the Panthers' end, much to the delight of the crowd. Panthers winger Kris Versteeg snatched the puck away as the crowd booed angrily, Kris stealing the puck from Versteeg and passing it to Max as the crowd cheered. Both Marc and Jose Theodore of the Panthers were excellent in goal as neither team could score, the score 0-0 at the end of the first period as the buzzer sounded to end play. "Guys, no one said this would be easy. We wanted to play Florida and this is what we got", said Sidney with a dry chuckle. Everyone just smiled at their captain as they headed to the dressing room. The coaches diagrammed a few plays on the whiteboard as they watched and drank Gatorade. Kris paid attention even though the Panthers had not yet scored, knowing it was his responsibility to keep it that way. "All right, guys. Let's roll", said the coach. The team followed Sidney back towards the ice, their skates echoing on the concrete. The roar of the crowd grew louder with every passing second as they approached the ice, the sense of anticipation getting everyone more than ready for the game. The team got in their box as a few skated onto the ice as the dim lights made odd patterns on the rink. Both teams skated in their ends as the fans looked down, the loudspeakers playing Ride of the Valkyries as the martial Wagner piece got the crowd pumped up for Panther blood: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V92OBNsQgxU The lights of the arena came back on as the teams got ready for the start of the second period. Kris skated to his position and watched as Evgeni and Weiss prepared to face off. The crowd roared as Evgeni won possession and skated towards the enemy goal, followed by the Panthers defense. He saw that James was open and passed the puck over to the left winger, James skating towards the goal. He fired a wrist shot that went by Theodore for a goal, the goal sirens blaring as the crowd roared and his teammates embraced him. The next faceoff was won by Jordan after he replaced Evgeni as center, skating towards the Panthers' goal. The crowd booed loudly when the Panthers defense stole the puck and skated towards the Penguins' goal. Kris checked the forward cleanly into the boards to loosen the puck as it became loose, James getting the puck and skating towards the goal. He passed over to Max as he skated towards the goal, aiming towards the net with a backhander for the second goal as the crowd roared with delight. The Penguins won the game 2-1 as the arena sirens went off, the team embracing each other as the crowd cheered. "Let's go and party!", roared Jordan as everyone nodded in agreement. Kris just laughed as he stripped off his uniform and headed to the showers. "I hope your girl is going to be able to walk tomorrow", teased Jordan. "Dude, you got the dirtiest mind. You're worse than Max", said James, shaking his head. Kris said nothing as he walked over to the sink, a towel around his waist as he took out his razor and a can of shaving cream, adding a bit of lather as he carefully trimmed his mustache. "Merci, Nailer. I know better than that, I do not want her father after me with the shotgun. And you really need to get a girlfriend, Jordan", he teased. "I'm planning on getting lucky tonight, Tanger", he joked. "I mean, find a real girlfriend, mon ami Nederlandais. Don't you want to find yourself a woman?", asked Kris as he rinsed off the cream. "Maybe, I don't know. But my brothers all got chicks and I'm the only single one, I want to have some fun first", said Jordan thoughtfully. "Oui, Jordan. But just keep looking, you will find someone", said Kris, clapping him on the back. Kris got dressed as he sent a text to Marie. "Looking good, Tanger. Maybe GQ is going to call", laughed James. "Nice, as long as I don't break my nose like last year. Ladies do not like men with with a broken nose", he joked. James laughed as everyone got dressed, reaching into his locker for a bottle of gel. "Dude, I don't know who's worse with the hair", teased Jordan. James added a generous amount of gel to his hair and ran a comb through his thick, wavy dark locks. "Dude, my dad was bald at thirty and I don't want that to happen to me. I got sick hair and I want to enjoy it before I get old and bald", he laughed. "You are acting like girl, James", said Evgeni as he took a bottle of gel from his own locker and used it on his hair. "We are planning to celebrate, maybe I can get lucky tonight. And I intend to enjoy my hair until I get bald", he joked. Kris shook his head at his teammates and put on a gray suit jacket over his white shirt, following Evgeni as they walked over to the family seciton. "We are going to celebrate, ma fille pays belle. We deserve it", he chuckled. Marie just laughed as she gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. "Oui, monsieur Letang. But not too hard", she teased. "Aye, she's right. The sooner you win, the better", said Ellen. "That my girl", said Evgeni proudly, putting an arm around her shoulders and giving her a kiss. |
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | April 20, 2012, 4:23 pm Post #94 |
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Hehehehe, the guys are funny, especially JAmes and his hair
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| Lucifer's Angel | April 21, 2012, 9:14 am Post #95 |
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Chapter 34 "So we had a split at home, we are going to win anyways and we are going to spend the next few days in Miami, mes amis", said Max cheerfully as they prepared to board their charter. "Yeah, if there's no delays we can party. I'm in Miami bitch!", said Jordan as him and Max exchanged fist bumps. "But we got the morning skate tomorrow, silly", chided Sidney. "We know, dude. But don't tell me you wouldn't want to party in Miami", teased Jordan. "Oui, mon capitan. Miami has some of the hottest chicks in the world", said Max, a dreamy look in his blue eyes. Kris just shook his head as the team boarded the plane. It was eleven AM the following morning after the second game of the series, a 1-0 loss to the Panthers. However, the mood amongst the team was a cheerful one as they were only tied and headed to play the Panthers in Miami, the tropical south Florida city always a popular one with the players. He found a seat and eased himself in, taking out his Ipod and a book from his carryon bag while he waited for the plane to take off. "What are you reading, Tanger?", asked James as he put on his seat belt. "Marie lent me this, it was one of Cliff Burton's favorite books", he replied, showing him the book. "Sweet, Lovecraft is awesome. The Dream Cycle stuff is badass but I prefer the Cthulhu stuff", said James. "It's tough English, but it doesn't translate well into French", said Kris as he began to read. Kris glanced up when the plane was airborne and the clear was given, placing the book down on the tray and turning on the Ipod. He nodded as the Metallica playlist started and The Thing That Should Not Be came from the device, the epic song about the hybrid demon creatures fitting the Lovecraft: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2mENZcH9hc0 Messenger of Fear in sight Dark deception kills the light Hybrid children watch the sea Pray for Father, roaming free fearless Wretch insanity He watches lurking beneath the sea great Old One forbidden site He searches Hunter of the Shadows is rising immortal in madness You dwell Crawling Chaos, underground cult has summoned, twisted sound Out from ruins once possessed fallen city, living death fearless Wretch insanity He watches lurking beneath the sea timeless sleep has been upset He awakens Hunter of the Shadows is rising immortal in madness You dwell Not dead which eternal lie stranger eons Death may die drain you of your sanity face The Thing That Should Not Be fearless Wretch insanity He watches lurking beneath the sea great Old One forbidden site He searches Hunter of the Shadows is rising immortal in madness You dwell. Kris nodded his head slightly while he concentrated on reading The Horror of Red Hook, the Lovecraft story of a policeman finding a secret occult cult in Brooklyn as it consumed his attention like the Metallica. "What is that?", asked James, seeing an illustration of a deformed-looking creature holding an alien-like baby. "That is from Horror at Red Hook, it's about a New York detective who stumbled upon a cult that sacrifices children to an evil god. This old man named Robert Suydam is the head of them, but most of the church folks are immigrants from the Middle East who introduced him to the religion. He goes in there and the house collapses and kills all the cultists, but he goes crazy", he explained. "Shit, that sounds creepy as fuck. I like the Cthulhu stories better", said James with a frown. The plane landed at Miami International Airport three hours later as Kris turned off his Ipod and placed the book back in his bag. "Great, we can have some fun tonight", said Jordan happily. "Yeah, just be careful. You don't want to end up on CSI", warned James. The team boarded a bus taking them to their hotel as the bags were loaded and their equipment went on a truck going to the arena. Kris sent texts to Marie and his family saying he had landed and put the earbuds of the Ipod back in, Until it Sleeps coming from the device as he gazed out the window: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWKTQBNXOTE Where do I take this pain of mine? I run, but it stays right by my side So tear me open, pour me out There's things inside that scream and shout And the pain still hates me So hold me until it sleeps Just like the curse, just like the stray You feed it once and now it stays Now it stays So tear me open but beware There's things inside without a care And the dirt still stains me So wash me until I'm clean It grips you, so hold me It stains you, so hold me It hates you, so hold me It holds you, so hold me Until it sleeps So tell me why you've chosen me Don't want your grip Don't want your greed Don't want it I'll tear me open, make you gone No more can you hurt anyone And the fear still shakes me So hold me until it sleeps It grips you, so hold me It stains you, so hold me It hates you, so hold me It holds you, holds you, holds you until it sleeps I don't want it So tear me open but beware There's things inside without a care And the dirt still stains me So wash me till I'm clean I'll tear me open, make you gone No longer will you hurt anyone And the hate still shapes me So hold me until it sleeps Until it sleeps The ride from the airport passed neat outlying suburbs that resembled anywhere else in North America except for the palm trees and assorted tropical plants, the city gradually approaching. Miami near downtown was an odd melange of small houses and stores painted bright tropical colors and gleaming glass and steel skyscrapers near Biscayne Bay, the warm turquoise waters full of boats and Jet Skis. "Do you think it's going to be warm enough to go to the beach?", asked Jordan as the bus parked in front of the Hyatt Miami. "You're going to turn red as a lobster, mon ami Nederlandais", teased Kris. "Oui, and I am too hairy. We are going to scare the girls", Max chuckled. "While you two get sunburned and scare the girls, I'm going rest up and get ready for dinner", said Kris as he went upstairs to his room. "There is no way I'd want to go to those crazy-ass Miami clubs, let Max and Jordan do that", said James with a chuckle. Kris nodded as the waitress set down their margaritas and took their orders. "Oui, now that we have girlfriends it's kind of pointless", he said. James, Kris and Evgeni were at the Rosa Mexicano near the hotel later that evening. It was a large, spacious Mexican restaurant with an artificial waterfall in the center of the restaurant and decorated with tilework in almost every shade of blue and green imaginable, strolling mariachi players serenading the patrons. "Very nice place, but isn't Mexican food spicy?", asked Evgeni. "Depends, some of it can be really hot like the Tex-Mex stuff, there's a lot of that in Dallas. Too bad you can't get decent Mexican food in Ontario, another thing I miss about Dallas", said James. They watched as a waiter came over with a bowl of avocados and a small tray of garnishes like chopped onions, tomatoes and fresh jalapenos, peeling the avocados and combining them into a bowl with tortilla chips on the side. "Not bad, we didn't have this growing up in Russia", said Evgeni. Kris nodded as he scooped up guacamole with a chip. "Oui, avocados are expensive in Montreal, they are never in season up there. Next time we go to Montreal, Mom says she's going to make us fondue", he chuckled. "Sweet, with real cheese? I've had it with Velveeta", said James. "Non, Velveeta is merde. That is not real cheese, we ate enough of that in juniors. When I was in Val D'Or, Luc and I would melt a block of Velveeta in a pot and eat with two loaves of Wonder bread and bologna, we thought it was great", said Kris with a chuckle. "Anyways, if we win tomorrow, we should try one of the clubs. We are in Miami after all", said James, not wanting Kris to dwell on his late friend. "But not a club with Russians, a lot of those places got Mafia people", said Evgeni. "All right, I'll do a search on Google. I'm just saying that we ought to celebrate", said James. "Je sais, mon ami Anglais. I just hope pictures don't end up on Facebook", laughed Kris. "All right guys, see you later", said James as Kris and Evgeni left and left him at the bar. James ordered a Bloody Aztec as he leaned back and watched the dance floor. A salsa band was playing as couples danced, the men in suits and women in evening gowns. A young woman in a sapphire blue dress with spaghetti straps came over to the bar as she tried to get the bartender's attention. "Excuse me, I'll buy you a drink", he said. "Gracias, I'll have an appletini", she said as he gave the bartender her order. James took a sip of his drink and smiled, having a very good feeling about this. The girl was of average height and slim with shoulder-length dark brown hair and brown eyes, her heels accentuating her long legs in the sheerest of hose. "And who do I have the honor of buying a drink for?", he asked gallantly, an amused look in his hazel eyes. "I am Gloria Sanchez, and where are you from? You're not from Miami", she asked. James just laughed as he handed her the drink. "Wow, I didn't know my accent was that heavy. I'm James Neal and I'm Canadian", he replied. "Are you hear on vacation?", she asked. "I'm here for work, sort of. I play for the Pittsburgh Penguins, we're here to play the Panthers in the playoffs", he replied. "The hockey team? I don't watch hockey, I'm a Marlins fan", she said. "Yeah, we're tired 1-1 and we play them tomorrow", he said, feeling very good about both tonight's and tomorrow's prospects. |
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| Lilith | April 22, 2012, 12:58 pm Post #96 |
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Hey! Just came to say I'm still reading! :3 But had to leave for a trip two weeks ago, and had no internet, so I went behind for many days! ;_; I'm still catching up, just 3 updates to go. I've taken my time, 'cause I want to grasp every detail of fantasy to keep unveiling the mysteries! :3 God! I'm in love with Evgeni! Him and Ellen are my favorite couple! :3
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | April 25, 2012, 12:59 pm Post #97 |
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I love The Thing That Should Not Be...it is an awesome song I wonder if James and Gloria are going to get together?
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| Lucifer's Angel | April 25, 2012, 2:16 pm Post #98 |
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Chapter 35 "So Nailer, did you get any last night?", teased Jordan as they skated off the ice after that morning's practice. James just laughed as he opened the door and followed the rest of the team off the ice towards the dressing room. "Jordan, your mom should have taught you how to speak about girls. Yeah, I met this girl Gloria at the place we went to last night and I spent the night at her place, lucky the coaches don't do bed checks like in juniors. I have her phone number and we might be going out later", he said as Jordan and Max clapped him on the back. "At least Nailer got lucky, what about you two?", retorted Kris, an amused look in his dark eyes. "No luck yet, chicks here don't seem to dig hockey players. There were a lot of male models at this club we went to and those guys got a ton of chicks, but they looked kinda gay", said Jordan. Kris raised an eyebrow. "How could you tell, Jordy? There's a lot of gay people in Montreal and I've got pretty good gaydar, but you can't really tell that much", he said. "Tanger, these dudes had chicks hanging all over them and they weren't interested, what a waste. If I was a male model, I'd score with more chicks than Ron Jeremy", boasted Jordan. "Dude, that is fucking gross. Ron Jeremy is one ugly dude, chicks are paid to have sex with him", said James with a shudder. "What the heck you guys talking about? And who is Ron Jeremy?", asked Evgeni as he walked over to his locker. "Ron Jeremy is a porn star who's an ugly dude with a huge dick, he's hooked up with ton of chicks but that's because they're paid to fuck him", said James as he looked up something on his phone and handed it to him. "Da, he is ugly. He must have big dick then, why they have ugly men in the pornos? That why I don't watch, girls are nice but the men are so ugly. That and Ellen will kill me", he chuckled. "And I'll kick your ass, Geno", laughed Kris as he hooked up his Ipod to the speakers and they played Kings of Metal by Manowar: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEy8setXrPc Manowar Manowar living on the road When we're in town speakers explode We don't attract wimps 'cause we're too loud Just true metal people that's Manowar's crowd They wanna keep us down But they can't last When we get up we're gonna kick your ass Gonna keep on burnin' We always will Other bands play Manowar kill Other bands play Manowar kill We like it hard, we like it fast We got the biggest amps, man they blast True metal people wanna rock not pose Wearin' jeans and leather, not cracker jack clothes They wanna keep us down But they can't last When we get up we're gonna kick your ass Gonna keep on burnin' We always will Other bands play Manowar kill Other bands play Manowar kill We're the kings of metal comin' to town When we light up, have the roof nailed down Don't try to tell us that we're too loud 'Cause there ain't no way that we'll ever turn down They wanna keep us down But they can't last When we get up we're gonna kick your ass Gonna keep on burnin' We always will other bands play Manowar kill "All right, Manowar rule!", shouted Evgeni as everyone laughed. "Who's that?", asked Max as he started taking off his uniform. "Yeah, that more than makes up for them liking crappy techno. And isn't this the coolest album cover, mes amis?", asked Kris as he showed them the album cover for Gods of War. "Wow, that is awesome", said Jordan as Max nodded in agreement. "Da, they always have good album covers. That or Cannibal Corpse", said Evgeni. "Whoa, aren't those the guys who did the album covers that's been banned?", asked James. "Yeah, Butchered at Birth, that's been banned in a lot of countries. This is awesome but sick, Nailer", said Kris as he found the picture on his phone. "Ewww, that is totally gross, Tanger. That makes me want to drink", said Jordan with a shudder. "Oui, mon ami Nederlandais. Since it's only eleven, we'll go have some lunch and then take our nap", said Kris as everyone headed to the showers and started getting dressed. The mood that night at Bank Atlantic Center was electric as the sold-out crowd waited for the start of the game, the stands a sea of red, white, orange and dark blue as they waited anxiously in the dimly lit arena. The speakers blared I Know You Want Me by Pitbull, the loud anthemic song by the local Cuban rapper getting everyone up and dancing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQAdDgOIejg Que ola cata, Que ola omega and this how we gon do it Dale one-two-three-four Uno-do'-tres-cuatro I know you want me (want me) you know I want cha (want cha) I know you want me you know I want cha (want cha) I know you want me (want me) you know I want cha (want cha) I know you want me You know I want cha (want cha) one-two-three-four Uno-do'-tres-cuatro Rumba (Si) Ella quiere su Rumba (Como) Rumba (Si) Ella quiere si Rumba (Como) Si e' verdad que tu ere guapa, Yo te voy a poner gozar anekatips.com Tu tiene la boca grande dale ponte a jugar (Como) one-two-three-four Uno-do'-tres-cuatro 6 to tha clock, on my way to the top uh, Pit got it locked from brews to the locker, All I.P uh, big and packer, That he's not, but damn he's hot, label fly but Pit wont stop, got her in the car, quit playin' with his (Como) watch him make a movie like Alba Hitch Hock Enjoy Me Mami got an ass like a donkey, with a monkey, look like King Kong, welcome to the crib, real fast what it is, with a woman down ya sh!t dont play games, they up the chain, and they let her do everythang and anythang hit tha thang and they love it gettin' it in, gettin' on, all night long Baby you can get it, if you win it we can play, baby I got cribs, I got condos we can stay, even got a king size matress we can lay, baby I dont care, I dont care, what they say "Shit, this song is fucking horrible", said Jordan as Kris nodded in agreement while they waited to skate onto the ice. "Yeah, but this is Miami, what did you expect? Besides, the chicks totally dig Pitbull", said Max. Kris took a deep breath and felt very impatient as the loud rap song continued blaring from the speakers. The music was so loud and the bass so heavy it made him almost physically ill, the floor seemingly vibrating under his skates as everyone squirmed waiting for it to end. He sighed in relief when the song ended and they walked towards the rink, walking past the gate and skating onto the ice. Both teams skated in their own zones as brightly colored lights shone on the ice, the music having changed to some generic salsa stuff that was a lot more calming than the Pitbull song had been. Kris skated near the Penguins crease and saw Marc standing in front of the goal watching everything from behind his mask, his bulky pads and his helmet painted with an elaborate Fleur de Lys design and a Penguins logo with his dark brown eyes regarding the ice calmly from his long pale face. He smiled back at the goalie and turned his attention towards the ice in front of him as both teams skated, the murmur of the fans ringing in his ears as they waited for the puck to drop. Kris saw the referee skate in between Sidney and Panthers center John Madden, both men with their sticks ready as the referee dropped the puck. Sidney won the draw as the crowd rained boos down onto the ice as he passed it over to Evgeni and the big Russian skated towards the Panthers goal, eluding Panthers' defenseman Ed Jovanovski as he hurried towards the goal with the other defensemen in hot pursuit. He aimed his stick at the puck and fired a backhander past Jose Theodore for the goal as the fans booed loudly, the goal sirens blaring as he was embraced by his teammates. The Penguins won the game 1-0 as the fans dejectedly shuffled out of the arena towards their cars in the parking lot and the Penguins joyously walked back to the dressing room after the ceremonial handshake with the Panthers. "All right, let's party!", shouted Jordan as everyone agreed. "Where to then? Lucky we don't have practice tomorrow", said Kris as they all headed towards the dressing room. "Wait until we get back to Miami, we're stuck in the middle of the fucking swamps up here. But don't expect me to start dancing, I totally suck at it", said James. "Yeah, but after a few drinks you'll be dancing like no one's business", teased Jordan. James just laughed as everyone went into the dressing room and took out his phone, sending a text to Gloria as everyone oohed. "Nailer, you got a chick down here already? Damn, you're smooth", joked Max. "Dude, I am just being a gentleman, I don't do a whole lot of hooking up", he chuckled. James took a shower and was getting dressed to go to get back on the bus to Miami when his phone vibrated with a text. "Awesome, she texted me back. She says there's this place called Opium in Miami Beach that's really awesome, it's huge and has a lot of dancing and it's really good. That okay with you guys?", he asked. http://www.opiumclub.com/dev/ "Sure, I don't know shit about Miami clubs. This chick of yours better be right", said Jordan. The team arrived back in Miami forty-five minutes later as James saw Gloria near the entrance of the hotel, a big smile on his face as he took her hand and led her over to the team. "Nice chick you got there, Nailer", said Jordan approvingly. "Guys, this is Gloria. Gloria, these are my teammates and the big blond dude with the big mouth is Jordan", he chuckled as Jordan flipped them off. "Very glad to meet you all, Opium is just down the block and my cousin is a bouncer there, I'll get you guys in", she replied. Opium was one of the most trendy clubs in Miami, easily distinguished by the glowing red and yellow dragon sign outside the front door. A small line was already forming as the club wouldn't start getting pumping until after midnight and it was only ten thirty now, the velvet ropes guarded by a huge guy with a shaved head and heavily muscled tattooed arms exposed by his sleeveless tank top. "Hey Gloria, are you guys on the Penguins? It sucks the Panthers lost, but I guess you guys want to party", laughed the giant security guy. "Sure, Oscar", she replied as he let them through. The interior of the club was dimly lit with red and golden paper lamps overhead with dark red velvet cushions and chairs and tiny little tables near a massive dance floor, a sleek glass-topped bar with bartenders pouring perfect martinis and cocktails. A DJ in a large spacious booth spun elegant European techno as the patrons all danced, mostly couples along with a few single people. The group was led to a group of empty tables away from the mass of people as a waitress came by to take their orders. "Not bad, this is a fancy place. And the chicks here look pretty hot", said Max approvingly. "Of course, it's an Opium club. They run the fancy places, this is not one of the stupid frat clubs in South Beach", said Gloria dismissively. James chuckled as he put an arm around her waist, much to everyone's amusement. "I have to take pictures and show this to Marie, we go to Diesel a lot but this is place is really good", said Kris. "Da, but Ellen is not much into the clubs, she is into country music. But our girls can't join us until later on in the series", said Evgeni as the waitress arrived with their drinks. James took a sip of his martini and nodded in approval. The sound system started playing a sleek Latin techno song as he held out his hand and led Gloria onto the dance floor, the team chuckling like school boys. "Ignore them, they don't have their girls with them", he chuckled. "I see", she agreed. James just laughed as they danced, holding her close as they did a bit of grinding. 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| The Cosmic Gerbil | April 27, 2012, 4:37 pm Post #99 |
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Hehehe, I think I can guess what James and Gloria are going to do in the bathrooms
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| Lucifer's Angel | April 28, 2012, 8:38 pm Post #100 |
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Chapter 36 "Make sure you skate tomorrow, Nailer", teased Jordan. James just shook his head as he helped Gloria up from her chair and placed the wrap around her shoulders. "Mind your manners, Jordy", he chuckled. "Yeah Jordan, your Mom should have taught you how to act with girls. I'm sorry, miss, but his mom dropped him on the head too often", joked Max as Jordan flipped him off. James took her hand and led her outside towards a waiting cab as she gave the driver her address. "I'm sorry about Jordan, he's a complete tool. He grew up on a farm with nothing but brothers and he doesn't know how to act around girls", he chuckled. Gloria laughed, her brown eyes full of amusement. "It's all right, I don't think he meant any harm. Your friends are interesting, are there so many different people on all the teams?", she asked. "Yeah, I've played with guys from all over Canada, the US, Sweden, Finland, Russia, the Czech Republic, Slovakia and more. And my two best friends are Kris and Geno, Kris is French from Montreal and Geno's from Russia. I'm boring compared to them, I'm just English", he chuckled. "Don't say that, I've never met any English people before. My family is Cuban', she said. "That makes us even then, I've never met any Cuban people before", he teased. James smiled as Gloria leaned against him as the driver maneuvered the cab towards her place in Hialeah. The town outside the Miami city limits to the northeast was a far cry from the flashy city by the ocean, a simple suburb of small, neat houses and condos and apartments interspersed with various strip malls. "Lucky I don't work the day of your game", said Gloria, sighing as James toyed with the ends of her hair. "Us too, we just have the practice and then the game afterward. I'll see if I can get you a ticket", he said. "You don't have to do that, James", she protested. "I want to do that, Gloria. Damn, I wish I was smooth like Max or Kris, they're French and know how to sweet talk girl", he chuckled as a slight blush formed on his cheeks. Gloria giggled as she leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "I think it's cute, I don't want a suave French man, I want a cute English Canadian guy", she teased. James was very glad as the cab stopped in front of her building and he paid the driver, helping her out of the cab and placing the wrap around her shoulders. Gloria reached inside her purse for the keys as she led him upstairs to her apartment, her heels clicking on the concrete floor as she opened the door and turned on the light, locking the door behind them. James felt his heart pound furiously in anticipation as he carefully removed the wrap, seeing her bare shoulders exposed by the strapless wine-colored dress. Gloria gave him a knowing smile and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a quick kiss. "Not here, this way", she said huskily. James could only nod as she led him towards her room, barely noticing the rest of the apartment. Gloria flicked a switch as the lights went on, James reaching up to loosen his tie. Gloria took his hands away and just smiled, loosening his tie and removing his suit jacket. He reached over and lowered the straps of her dress and his hands found the zipper in the back, slowly lowering the zipper and watching as the dress fell to the floor leaving her in only a thin black satin slip and heels. James was still as Gloria unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, reaching for the front of his pants and lowering the zipper. With a low growl, he stepped out of the pants and carefully placed them on the back of a chair as Gloria led him over to the bed. James pulled her into his arms and kissed her fiercely, his tongue parting her lips as she kissed him back. He growled in satisfaction against her lips and his arms went around her waist as they continued to kiss, lowering a strap of the slip to reveal her breast. Gloria sighed raggedly against his lips when she felt his big hand on her breast. Her fingers were tangled in his thick dark hair as they continued kissing, his lips leaving hers as they moved along her neck and onto her breast. Gloria whimpered softly and she ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed and sucked on her breasts, feeling him lift the hem of her slip and stroke her thigh. James chuckled triumphantly at her reaction and slipped the panties down her legs, his smile growing wider when he felt how turned on she was already. "Bad girl", he chuckled. Gloria said nothing as he toyed with her, her eyes hazy with desire and his name a soft whimper on her lips. She growled with frustration when James temporarily got off the bed, but she chuckled when she saw him remove his shorts and rejoin her on the bed. Gloria was about to take off the slip but he stoopped her, his eyes full of lust. "Keep it on", he murmured huskily. Gloria had an idea as she pushed him back on the bed, laughing at the surprised look on his face. James understood her meaning as she straddled his lap and gently stroked his erection, lowering herself onto him as they both moaned at the contact. "Oh yeah, that feels so good", he groaned. Gloria was about to say something but she could only moan when she began to move on him, feeling his hands toying with her breasts. James smiled grimly as the sensation was overwhelming, the sight of Gloria in her little black slip riding him one of the hottest things he'd ever seen. His hands moved under her slip and he could feel the heat of her body as he gripped her hips tightly, moving faster as she whimpered. James could hear her soft moans and ragged breathing as she felt close to her own peak, his jaw clenched tightly as he felt close himself. Gloria moaned his name as her body stiffened with her climax, James thrusting one last time into her as he groaned and released into her warmth. "Do you still want to go to my game, Gloria?", he asked. "James, typical. I'll go to your game, at least you'll have one fan here", she teased. "Thanks, I'll try to score a goal for you", he replied as she just giggled and kissed his cheek. "Nailer, I hope your girl can walk today", teased Jordan. James just laughed as they waited to board the bus for the tour of the Everglades. "Dude, you really need to get laid. You really ought to try it", he said dryly. "He's right, you need to go find your own girl. And I'm surprised you didn't join Max at the beach", said Kris as they boarded the bus. "I'm not having any luck in that department, Tanger. Reckon a change of pace might do me some good", he shrugged. "What do they do with the alligators? You touch them?", asked Evgeni. "Non, the guy on the boat lures them to the surface and throws chicken at them. The tour Luc and I went to did that, we were so close to them. They are so ugly and the guide said they don't attack unless someone steals their eggs or disturbs the nest. A lot of tourists get bitten after they steal the eggs, the gators don't like that", he replied. The bus was soon full of tourists as they found empty seats near the back, getting a few odd looks as many of the other passengers were European families and old people from a local church. Kris pulled his black Pirates hat down over his face and turned on his Ipod as Ghosts of the Mississippi by Down came over the earbuds: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MQDeh1Kdg8E In the morning, it takes me quite a while to clear my head And as the day moves on, I find it hard to smile at something said So I took control, priority number one, and that's me Then I cut the dragon's head off, and put away my gun, so let it be So let it be I'm dying prematurely, I'm wasting my life for sure I'm trying to kill what's wrong with me A ghost along the Mississippi I never thought before, a life could be so strange, but it is And I guess my one a day, became ten or twelve or more, and more But I've got a gift, it's something called my friends or love With them and I combined, I'll beat an early end, it's been done before No time of passing away, of losing just one more day I'm trying to kill what's happening to me A ghost along the Mississippi Can't happen to me Won't do it to me Can't happen to me Won't do it to me Can't happen to me Won't do it to me Destroying what's got ahold of me No more the ghost of Mississippi The bluesy sludge metal felt appropriate as the bus headed west out of the city, past the dull suburbs and rural farmland of orange groves and palm trees leaving it all behind. US 41 or Tamiami Trail was an old two-lane highway that went right through the swamps, flanked on both sides by palm trees and oaks heavy with Spanish moss thick as an old man's beard, an occasional glimpse of brackish water visible with floating lily pads mounted by fat frogs. Even inside the air-conditioned bus, the heat and humidity could be felt, feeling not unlike being in the same room as a hot oven. The bus stopped at Gator Park, the closest one to the entrance of the Everglades. The bus parked int he gravel lot and the heat and humidity hit them almost immediately, the humidity enough to flatten someone. Kris already felt the heat and was grateful to be wearing shorts and a sleeveless white tank top and the hat, each of the guys dressed the same with armed with a canister of DEET. He sprayed himself with the potent bug killer as the mosquitoes were already buzzing around them, not wanting to spend time itching under his uniform. "Lucky we bring DEET, what so many mosquitoes here", said Evgeni in distaste. "Oui, Luc got bitten a lot the first day here. I teased him by saying the mosquitoes liked him because he was so pale, I think they like pale people best. I don't have that problem", said Kris dryly. "Yeah, you aren't pasty white, you're goddamn French, Tanger", laughed Jordan. Kris shook his head as they group was led to the entrance by a middle-aged tour guide in camo shorts and a floppy straw hat, making his hair and beard look snowy white. "Howdy, ya'll welcome to Gator Park. I am your tour guide Pete Donnelly and I am gonna show you around", he said in his heavy Southern drawl. Evgeni frowned as he tried to make sense of the man's words. "What kind of English is that?", he wondered aloud. "It's Southern, I heard that a lot when I played in Dallas, Texan too. We can translate for you, Geno", said James as he smiled gratefully. The guide led them past a little wooden house that was a combination information center/gift shop as everyone took a pamphlet. "Ya'll are going on the airboats, we are gonna see us some gators. Don't get 'em angry or they'll bite your hand clear off, the gators can smell blood and it makes 'em angry", said the guide. "So what do we do, sit in the damn boat? I'm not touching any gators", said Jordan with a shudder. "Yeah, good idea. I guess the operator lures them out of the water and we take pictures", said James. "We have to go in the boat?", asked Evgeni in disbelief, looking dubiously at the airboats. "Yeah, you get in the boat and you see the guy with the alligator. It is tres stupid, but the tourists like it", said Kris. Jordan and Evgeni ended up in the same boat with a guide, as there was no more room on board because of their size. "Reckon you're two of the biggest fellas we had on a boat", said the guide. "Yeah, you should see the rest of my brothers", laughed Jordan. "And I big too, you cannot have more people in boat?", asked Evgeni. "You Russian? Yep, we can't have any more people on board, otherwise the boat is gonna tip over. We usually don't get big fellas here, just a lotta kids and old people", replied the guide. "Da, I am Russian. Do gators eat people like in movies?", he asked. "Nah, unless you piss off a mama gator. Each year some damn Yankee idiot gets eaten 'cause they pissed off a mama gator, some folks is just damn stupid", said the guide, shaking his head. The engine started as the dull roar echoed throughout the swamp, the guide maneuvering the little boat away from the docks. Kris and James were on an adjacent boat and waved to them as the little flotilla made its way towards the swamps, the trees heavy with Spanish moss on both sides blocking out the sky except for a tiny blue sliver in the middle. The water was a murky brownish-green and covered with flimsy green lily pads and bits of leaves and moss, the throaty croak of a bullfrog heard in the shadows. It felt less humid and hot here since the sun was obscured, the brackish water adding to the cool temperatures. The soft roar of the engines couldn't drown out the sounds of the frogs and various wildlife lurking in the shadows as the flotilla made its way towards its destination. The guide stopped the boats as they made a semicircle around a shallow lagoon, the warm water a dark greenish blue with the bottom clearly visible. Everyone watched as the guide took out a fishing pole and a small cooler and taking out a piece of raw chicken and a marshmallow. He strung the chicken at the end of a hook and gently bobbed it on the surface of the water. Within second, an alligator snapped up the chicken and wrested it away from the hook as cameras took pictures eagerly. The guide repeated it with the marshmallow with the same results, the customers looking on in awe. "Ugh, I glad we don't have gators in Russia", said Evgeni with a shudder as the boats returned to the docks. "It wasn't that bad, Geno. You're not the one feeding the gators", teased James. "If it makes you feel better, we're going back to Miami", said Kris in understanding. "I agree with Geno, that was fucking gross. I grew up on a farm with pigs and shit but that was something else. I got some pictures, I bet my nephew is gonna like them. Speaking of which, Marc just sent me a text saying him and Lindsay are having a baby", said Jordan as he showed them his phone. "Congratulations, dude. Do you think it's going to be a boy or a girl?", asked James, clapping him on the back. "It's going to be a boy, of course. Us Staals can't have girls", he retorted, an amused look in his blue eyes. "Of course, mon ami Nederlandais. We ought to buy you a drink", said Kris. "You have three nephews already, that a lot. What about Jared?", asked Evgeni. "Jared hasn't gotten his chick pregnant yet, but it's only a matter of time. Us Staals tend to have a lot of kids, that's why I always have Trojans in my wallet", he joked. "Dude, TMI", said James in mock-horror. "Guys, we just gotta hold 'em for the last twenty minutes", said Sidney as the team headed onto the ice for the start of the third period leading 2-0. Kris nodded as he saw the light at the end of the tunnel that led to the ice. He stepped onto the ice and skated in circles near the Penguins' goal as the spotlight traced patterns on the smooth surface, the speakers playing Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c7cmO25utTo Party Rock! Yeah Whoooo Lets go! Party Rock is in the house tonight Everybody Just have a good time And we gon make you lose yo mind Everybody Just have a good time Party Rock is in the house tonight Everybody Just have a good time And we gon make you lose yo mind We just wanna see ya (shake that) In the club Party Rock Lookin for ya girl? She on my jock Nonstop when we in the spot Booty movin weight like she own the block Where the drank?I gots to know, tight jeans tattoo cuz I'm rock n roll Half black half white domino Gang of money Oprah doe (Redfoo) YO I'm runnin through these hoes like drano I got that devilish flow rock n' roll no halo We PartyRock!! Yea that's the crew that I'm reppin On a rise to the top no Led in our Zepplin. Hey! Everyday I'm shufflin'! Redfoo- Step up fast And be the first girl to make me throw this cash We gettin money don't be mad Now stop, hatin is bad One mo shot for us (another round) Please fill up my cup (don't mess around) We just wanna see (ya shake it now) Now you home with me (ya naked now) B section Get up, get down, put yo hands up to the sound Ooh, Oh, Oh, Oh Everyday I'm shufflin' The lights turned back on as both teams prepared for the opening faceoff. The Penguins won possession as the crowd booed angrily, frustrated at being down in the series 3-1. Kris defended his part of the ice and caused a few turnovers when the Panthers had the puck, passing it along to his forwards as the crowd booed louder with each passing minute. The clock was down to the last minute of play as the Penguins kept possession of the puck and prevented any of the Panthers from getting possession, much to the disgust of the fans. The buzzer sounded that announced the end of the game, the crowd sitting back in stunned silence as a few scattered boos rained down on the ice. "Let them boo, we won this motherfucker, mes amis", said Max triumphantly. "Oui, mes amis", agreed Kris. "I have to pick up my parents at the airport tomorrow, they going to be here rest of playoffs", said Evgeni. "Awesome, ask your mom if she can make those awesome pirogis of hers", said Kris. "Da, I tell her", he said as they headed back to the dressing room. Kris had a spring in his step as he quickly stripped off his uniform and got his Ipod out of his locker, hooking it up to the deck as it played Creeping Death by Metallica: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jtno-ccwXEs Slaves Hebrews born to serve, to the pharaoh Heed To his every word, live in fear Faith Of the unknown one, the deliverer Wait Something must be done, four hundred years So let it be written So let it be done I'm sent here by the chosen one So let it be written So let it be done To kill the first born pharaoh's son I'm creeping death Now Let my people go, land of Goshen Go I will be with thee, bush of fire Blood Running red and strong down the Nile Plague Darkness three days long, hail to fire So let it be written So let it be done I'm sent here by the chosen one So let it be written So let it be done To kill the first born pharaoh's son I'm creeping death Die by my hand I creep across the land Killing first-born man Die by my hand I creep across the land Killing first-born man I Rule the midnight air, the destroyer Born I shall soon be there, deadly mass I Creep the steps and floor, final darkness Blood Lambs blood painted door, I shall pass So let it be written So let it be done I'm sent here by the chosen one So let it be written So let it be done To kill the first born pharaoh's son I'm creeping death "Badass choice, Tanger", said Jordan as he gave the metal salute. Everyone showered and got dressed as all the equipment was loaded for the flight back to Pittsburgh. Kris had to smile at the all the texts he had, replying back to Marie and Christine. "Don't celebrate too hard, Tanger", teased Jordan. "Non, that is after we win and too bad the Hurricanes were eliminated, how is Eric doing?", he asked. Jordan shrugged as he adjusted his tie and buttoned his suit jacket. "He's upset, but him and Tanya were already packing the kids and going back to Thunder Bay. We're all going back after we finish the playoffs, lucky we got a big house. You and Geno can come by and visit, we can just chill on the lake and drink beer", he chuckled. "Sounds good, but it depends when we finish", said Kris. "James, you get that text from your girl?", teased Evgeni. James blushed. "Yeah, Geno. She's glad we won and wishes me luck, I am definitely going to Miami when the season's over", he chuckled. "Wow, you're whipped already, Nailer. I'm never going to be whipped", boasted Jordan. "Never say never, Jordan. One day you're going to meet a girl who's going rock your world", teased James. |
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | April 30, 2012, 12:10 pm Post #101 |
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I like gators, they are awesome animals It is funny to think of one eating a marshmallow
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 1, 2012, 11:44 am Post #102 |
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Chapter 37 "Geno, your parents aren't going anywhere", teased Kris. Evgeni gave him a look as he saw all the traffic on the way to the airport. 'Da, but they is so much traffic. And it only eight in the morning", he muttered. "First, this is just making you angry", said Kris as he changed from Liquid Metal to the 40's station that was playing Twilight Time by Les Brown: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUE7KDINYpI "And second, chill. We're only two exits away and we'll be there soon", said Kris. They were at the airport exit fifteen minutes later as Kris drove towards the domestic terminal, parking the truck and taking the shuttle. "I am sorry we took so long, but there was traffic", said Evgeni as Natalia and Vladimir embraced their son. "It was on the TV news, you shouldn't apologize, Zhenya. And how are you doing, Kris?", asked Natalia kindly. "I am fine, Madame Malkina. And how are you, monsieur Malkin?", he asked as they went to get their bags. "I am fine, Kris. I am tired, we flew from Moscow to London and then to New York and then here, we barely stopped", said Vladimir as he tried to stifle a yawn. "You rest, Mom and Dad. Ellen come by later, she is going to the game", he said proudly. "She is a good girl, Zhenya. And how is Marie doing?", asked Natalia. "She's fine, she said the bar was really busy last night. We are going to have our women cheering us on", said Kris. "Da, that is always good", agreed Evgeni. They arrived back at the house as the Malkins went right to bed after their long flight. "I go to Ellen's house, what time is Marie not going to be busy?", he asked. "She gets off work at seven, I'm taking her out later. Lucky your folks arrived today and not tomorrow, they are going to be able to watch the game", said Kris. "Da, you want to come with us?", he asked. "Non, I'm going to chill, see you guys later", replied Kris. Evgeni waved goodbye and grabbed the keys to the silver BMW and headed out the door. The traffic had thinned out by now and the drive to Castle Shannon was quick as he parked in the driveway of the house, knocking on the door. Ellen answered the door as Aoife barked happily, wagging her tail as she led him inside. "My parents just arrive, they sleeping because it was a long flight. We visit them later", he said. "Aye, I can imagine", she agreed. Ellen was dressed in a red silk robe with a matching slip underneath and her blond hair loose around her shoulders, her matching slippers rounding out her outfit. Aoife barked cheerfully and almost appeared to be smiling, wagging her tail as Ellen refilled her water dish: ![]() "That was a bloody good game, you are going to win it tomorrow", she said confidently. "I know. If not, James is going to see his girlfriend again", he chuckled. "I know, I hope you don't take the piss out of him. He's a good bloke", she said. "What does that mean, take the piss out of?", he asked, saying the words slowly. "It's a British expression, it means to make fun of someone. When we say to take the piss out of someone, we mean to make fun of them", she explained. "Da, I see it, I like it. I use that sometime. Where is your dad?", he asked, sitting down at the table as she went to make tea. "Da is at a meeting for the society, they are having another fundraiser and then the Highland Games this summer. How do you take your tea?", she asked as added water to a kettle. "I drink Russian tea from a samovar, you brew a strong pot and add a shot of water and jam to make sweet. Is that British tea?", he asked. "Aye, I don't know if they have samovars here. I use tea bags, the leaves are too messy and they get loose in the cup", she said. "Okay, I put jam in my tea, that how I always had it. I don't put cream", he said. Ellen nodded as she opened the fridge and took out a carton of cream and a jar of cherry preserves. "Is that all right?", he asked. "Da, that is good", he said as the kettle whistled. Ellen poured the hot water into the cups and let the tea steep for a bit as she sat back down at the table. "We are going to win the game tomorrow", he stated. "I love your confidence, Zhenya. And I will be there", she said. "Da, very good", he said. Ellen saw the tea was ready and discarded the tea bags, getting him a cup and the jar of cherry preserves and a spoon, getting hers with a bit of cream and a lump of sugar. "When does your father get here?", he asked. Ellen took a sip of her tea. "Aye, not until this afternoon. Do you have practice?", she asked. Evgeni spooned some of the jam and stirred into his tea as a sly gin formed on his face. "Nyet, Ellen. We have morning skate tomorrow and then game that night", he chuckled. "I hope you will be able to skate tomorrow, I'll not be responsible for you losing the game", she teased. Evgeni blushed guiltily and took a sip of his tea. "I know, coach will make us skate suicides then. Now we can have fun", he chuckled. Ellen took a sip of her tea as a blush creeped up her neck at his words. She finished the tea and went to rinse out her cup as he just looked on, his gaze raking over her body. He finished his own tea and and went over to the sink as he placed the cup down and wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. "I am going to break these cups, Zhenya", she chided, biting back a moan as he kissed the side of her throat. "They are just cups, Ellen", he murmured huskily. Ellen was caught off-guard as he turned her around to face him, his arms pinning her against the sink as he kissed her. A soft sigh escaped her throat as he deepened the kiss and his tongue parted her lips. She returned the kiss and ran her fingers through his shaggy dark hair as he growled with lust, their kisses growing more frantic. Evgeni broke the kiss and smiled at the dazed look on her face, her green eyes shining with desire. He took one last glance at Aoife drinking water from the dish as he took her into the living room, Ellen going to remove her robe and then the slip. "Keep on the slip", he ordered. Evgeni took off the robe and carefully draped over the back of a chair, smiling widely when he saw the slip clinging to her body. "Very nice", he chuckled. Ellen kissed him again and watched as he quickly removed his jeans and t-shirt, his arms going around her waist as he yanked off her panties. Ellen gasped when one of his big hands moved under her slip and was on her breast, the other stroking between her legs and hearing him chuckle in triumph at how aroused she was. She whimpered with lust when he let go of her, a knowing smile forming on her face when she saw him get out of his boxers. Ellen smiled in anticipation when he bent her over the couch and got behind her, parting her legs wide and slowly pressing into her body. She closed her eyes and sighed as he moved all the way inside her, his hands on her hips as he began to move inside her. Evgeni growled as he sank deep inside her and thrust into her body, loving the sensation as she moved against him. He brushed her hair away and reached over to touch her breasts, hearing her moan as her hard nipples scraped against the fabric of the sofa while he moved inside her body. Ellen was oblivious to everything except his hands on her breasts and him moving inside her, her arousal growing even more intense when he murmured something in Russian. The familiar heat in her belly grew stronger as he continued moving inside her, the delicious friction increasing with every passing second. She closed her eyes and cried out his name as her body shuddered with her climax, his thrusts becoming harder and faster before he growled and came inside her. Ellen felt completely spent as she lay face-down on the couch, not minding that her lover was lying atop her body. "I hope I not crush you", he chuckled. "I am a big girl, Zhenya. And I rather like it", she retorted. Evgeni eased out of her body with a grunt, a cocky look on his face when he saw the satisfied look on her face. "I will skate good tomorrow", he said triumphantly. "And I hope I can walk, I'll not be explaining this to your Mum and Dad", she teased. Kris had a spring in his step as he skated off the ice after the warmups and the Panthers went to practice, knowing Marie was in the stands along with Ellen. And if we play Montreal in the next round, that would be even better, I'll have Mom and the twins in the stands, he thought with a chuckle. "Why are you so happy, Tanger?", teased Jordan as he started getting out of his practice uniform. "Marie is in the stands and if we came to play the Canadiens that would be even better, mon ami Nederlandais. I am going to have Mom and the twins cheering us on. I'll see if Marie can join us", he replied. "See if Ellen can come along, Geno's gonna want to have his chick along too. And you gotta show us the fun places", he joked. "Ask Max, he's the party animal. I played juniors in Val D'Or, that place was boring as hell", he chuckled. "You're telling me, I played juniors in Petersborough, and that was boring as fuck. Why can't juniors be in cool places?", asked Jordan as they both laughed. Kris stripped out of his uniform and went to the showers. He emerged ten minutes later and went back to the locker room, getting out his Ipod and hooking it up to the deck as it played You Got Another Thing Coming by Judas Priest: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWhInhE6emE One life I'm gonna live it up I'm taking flight I said Ill never get enough Stand tall I'm young and kinda proud I'm on top as long as the musics loud If you think Ill sit around as the world goes by You're thinkin like a fool cause its a case of do or die Out there is a fortune waitin to be had You think Ill let it go you re mad You've got another thing comin That's right here where the talkin ends Well listen this night there ll be some action spent Drive hard Im callin all the shots I got an ace card comin down on the rocks If you think Ill sit around while you chip away my brain Listen I aint foolin and youd better think again Out there is a fortune waitin to be had You think Ill let it go youre mad You got another thing comin In this world were livin in we have our share of sorrow Answer now is dont give in aim for a new tomorrow Oh so hot no time to take a rest yeah Act tough aint room for second best Real strong got me some security Hey Im a big smash Im goin for infinity yeah If you think Ill sit around as the world goes by Youre thinkin like a fool cause its a case of do or die Out there is a fortune waitin to be had You think Ill let it go youre mad Youve got another thing comin "Dude, Priest are badass", said James approvingly. "Oui, Nailer. The British make the best booze and the best metal", said Kris. "Except for Metallica, Megadeth, Pantera, Slayer. Depends on your taste, Tanger", he teased. "Je sais, mon ami Anglais. Of course Metallica, Megadeth, Pantera and Slayer are awesome. But the British are quite good in that department, plus they invented whisky so that's a plus", said Kris. "Only good Russian metal band is Arkona, rest is stupid death metal that just noise. That bad as stupid techno garbage", said Evgeni as he entered the room from practice. "Hey Geno. Your folks here?". asked James. "Da, Mr. Potash want to interview them and have it on the screen during intermission", he said. "Geno, what's better, British or American metal?", asked Kris. "Dunno, both are good. I like Pantera a lot now, so I say American metal. Why Dimebag have to get shot by crazy guy?", he muttered as he started taking off his uniform. "The guy was fucking crazy, dude. Lucky the cop shot him before he could kill more people, worthless piece of shit. You know, if we win we should do some shots in honor of Dimebag", said James thoughtfully. "Yeah, we'll make it a double celebration", agreed Kris as he programmed his Ipod to play Fucking Hostile by Pantera: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5NX3OVjzHg 1, 2, 3, 4! Almost every day I see the same face On broken picture tube It fits the attitude If you could see yourself You put you on a shelf Your verbal masturbate Promise to nauseate Today I'll play the part of non-parent Not make a hundred rules For you to know about yourself Not lie and make you believe What's evil is making love and making friends and meeting God you're own way The right way To see To bleed Cannot be taught In turn You're making us Ohhhh Fucking hostile We stand alone The truth in right and wrong The boundaries of the law You seem to miss the point Arresting for a joint? You seem to wonder why Hundreds of people die You're writing tickets man My mom got jumped -- they ran! Now I'll play a public servant To serve and protect By the law and the state I'd bust the punks That rape steal and murder And leave you be If you crossed me I'd shake your hand like a man Not a god Come meet your maker, boy Some things you can't enjoy Because of heaven/hell A fucking wives' tale They put it in your head Then put you in your bed He's watching say your prayers Cause God is everywhere Now I'll play a man learning priesthood Who's about to take the ultimate test in life I'd question things because I am human And call NO ONE my father who's no closer than a stranger I won't listen To see To bleed Cannot be taught In turn You're making us Fucking, fucking, fucking FUCKING HOSTILE! "It went well, Mr. Potash very nice man. And I cannot wait to see Zhenya win", said Natalia as she adjusted a black Penguins cap on her bright red pompadour. "Da, he score goal tonight. And we help celebrate", said Vladimir. "Lucky Henri is with his babysitter tonight, otherwise Marc and I wouldn't be able to go out later", said Vero. "Is he going to be all right?", asked Marie. "Oui, of course. She is a very good girl, we have used her before", said Vero, a touch of defense in her voice. "Perdon, but I never had a babysitter growing up. Papa always watched me from the bar", replied Marie. "I see, I understand. I wouldn't have left Henri with her if I didn't trust her, Marie. But sometimes even us parents need some adult fun", said Vero as the older couple nodded. The stands gradually filled as the players went onto the ice for their pregame skate. "Ooh, I bet you are looking at Kris", teased Vero as Marie blushed. Kris was on the ice, skating without a helmet and his long black hair flowing behind him. He hadn't shaved for the last few days and a neatly trimmed goatee and mustache adorned his face, his dark eyes intense. "Too bad Zhenya canna grow a beared, but he is at least growing his hair", said Ellen as the Malkins smiled knowingly. Evgeni skated near Kris, his wavy dark hair now barely brushing his shoulders. "Da, Zhenya looks so handsome with his long hair. When we young, it was illegal to have long hair", said Natalia. "Mon dieu, how awful", exclaimed Vero. "Don't worry, my dear. The Communists were very bad people", said Natalia. The players skated off the ice as the arena lights dimmed as the spotlights traced patterns on the ice. The fans came to attention as the players were introduced one by one, the cheers getting louder until the end when Evgeni, Kris and Sid were introduced. The stands were a sea of black and gold with numerous handmade signs, the buzz of excitement growing even louder with every passing second. It was tied 1-1 in overtime as the energy level in the arena reached almost radioactive levels. The fans cheered every time the Penguins had control of the puck and booed when the Panthers did, everyone totally on edge. With less than four minutes left in overtime, Kris forced a turnover and skated towards the Panthers' goal. With the defense closing all around him, he passed the puck to Evgeni who then fired a backhander that went just an inch above the goalie's glove and into the net as the sires blared and the fans erupted. He was immediately mobbed by his ecstatic teammates and grinned as fans tossed debris on the ice, unable to hear anything over the din. "Geno, you're going to be interviewed now", said the coach. Dan Potash came over with a microphone and followed by the TV crews from various TV stations. "Geno, how does it feel to score the game-winning goal?", he asked. "It great, awesome. My parents and girlfriend are here, we go party tonight. James say we have drinks for winning and for Dimebag", he replied. "Who's Dimebag?", asked Potash. "He guitarist in Pantera, he shot by crazy guy at his show. He very good, Pantera awesome", he said as the crowd roared. "Okay, I gotcha. Go have fun, Geno", said Potash. The team was in an excellent mood as they showered and got dressed, eager to go celebrate. "We are going to party at Diesel, we gotta party!", yelled Jordan. "Don't drink yourself stupid, mon ami Nederlandais. You will end up with an ugly girl and whiskey dick", laughed Kris. "That's a tequila hangover, dude. The worst is a Jagermeister hangover", he joked. "Jager very bad, Jordy", said Evgeni. "Geno, we heard that. I can't believe Dan didn't know who Dimebag was", said Jordan. "He old, old people don't like Pantera", he chuckled. "Je sais, Geno. And of course, they shall be many lovely ladied there", laughed Max as Jordan slapped him on the back. "You two, you got dicks for brains", said James. "You got a chick, we don't", retorted Jordan. Kris finished dressing as him, Marc and Evgeni made their way towards the stands. "You did so good, Zhenya", said Natalia as she hugged her enormous son. "Da, spasibo Mama. We go party at Diesel, we have fun. We show everyone how much us Russians party", he boasted. "Don't party that hard, I'll not want you having whisky dick", teased Ellen. "She is right, Geno. The women are always right", laughed Marc as Vero gave him a hug. Marie felt mischievous all of a sudden as a smile formed on her face, her blue eyes dancing with amusement. "We will join you shortly", she said as she led him away. "What are you doing, ma belle fille pays?", he murmured. She just laughed and led him towards an empty closet as he smiled knowingly. Kris heard the closet door close and bit his lip as she lowered his zipper, feeling her slide down his pants and then his briefs. He groaned when she began to stroke him, his eyes shut tight as she took him into her mouth. "Merde, Marie", he groaned. Marie just smiled as she began to suck on him, his hands in her hair as she sucked on him. Kris cursed softly in French as he thrust into her mouth, her tongue running over the tip as he groaned. With a muttered curse, he grabbed her hair and thrust one last time into her mouth as he came with a growl. Marie mewled softly and licked him clean, a hazy look in her blue eyes and a smile on her lips. "Je vous ai corrompu, ma fille pays", he chuckled. Marie giggled as she zipped up his pants and tried to straighten her hair. "Je sais, Kris. I hope Papa will never hear about this", she giggled. "Bad girl, I ought to make it up to you later", he laughed as they left the closet. Everyone was at Diesel in the VIP lounge as the party was just getting started. "Tanger, what took you guys so long?", exclaimed Jordan. Kris just laughed as Marie giggled and kissed his cheek. "We had a little distraction, Jordy", he chuckled. "Dude, you got busy? You lucky bastard", he said. "Un gentilhomme ne baiser et dire", he retorted. "Da, Jordan", said Evgeni as he arrived with his parents and Ellen. "Bonjour, monseiur et madame Malkin. And you look lovely, ma belle Escosse", said Max gallantly. "You are such a charmer, Max Talbot. Save it for girls who are single", she teased. Ellen looked queenly in a dark green satin strapless evening gown, her blond hair loose around her shoulders and a magnificent emerald and pearl necklace around her long neck. Evgeni had changed into black slacks and a white shirt and black bow tie topped with an embroidered black silk vest, his wavy dark hair grazing his shoulders: ![]() Evgeni was relieved when the waitress arrived with a tray of shots, Blacktooth Grins with Crown Royal and a just a drop of Coke. "This is to a great man who was killed by a crazy man, na zdrowie", he said as everyone knocked back the shot. Marie immediately felt the liquor go through her, the shot just Crown and with barely any Coke and straight up. "Mon dieu, what is that?", she asked. "That's a Blacktooth Grin, Dimebag Darrell's favorite drink", said Kris. "It's too strong", she muttered. Ellen easily drank hers as the waitress came by with another round. She was feeling very good as the loud techno music coming from the speakers sounded better, a lazy smile on her lips. "Why you not dance with your girl?", asked Vladimir, already on his third shot. "Okay, Dad", he said. Ellen took his hand and led him towards the dance floor as it played very loud, bass-heavy techno. She had her arms around his neck as they ground their bodies against each other, his arms around her waist. "Ellen, if you no stop, I fuck you right now", he growled. "Save that for later, Zhenya", she giggled. |
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | May 4, 2012, 9:18 am Post #103 |
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Hehehe, lots of action in that chapter It was so sad about Dimebag I like the piccies of the dress, it is very elegant
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| Lucifer's Angel | May 4, 2012, 5:21 pm Post #104 |
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Chapter 38 "Is your Mom gonna make her famous fondue?", asked Jordan as the plane approached Mirabel Airport outside Montreal. "Oui, Mom is going to be cheering for us after all. And the twins are really excited, they never seen a playoff game before", said Kris. "The kids are going to like it, they'll be in the family section so no one's gonna bother them", said Jordan. "Oui, and we are going to spend the next four days in Montreal", said Max "Tanger, you're birthday is coming up on an off-day, what do you want?", asked Jordan. "Party, of course. But Mom says she's going to make a Dundee Cake, that's my favorite. She actually wants to make one for the whole team", said Kris. "What kind of cake is that?", asked Evgeni. "It's got almonds, currants, grapes and marmalade, it's a Scottish cake", he said: "You're a lucky bastard, Tanger. Mom doesn't bake cakes like that", said Jordan. "I don't think the Dutch are known for their grate food, you guys just make great booze", he joked. The plane touched down as everyone got ready to leave. Kris waved goodbye to his teammates and went over to where Christine and the twins waited. "Bonjour, maman. And how have you been for Tante Christine?", he asked. "Oui, Kris. You are going to kick Canadiens ass", said Andre eagerly. "Andre, mind your language", said Christine. "I agree, Maman. We want to kick Canadiens butt too, Andre. We want to go to the next round", he chuckled. "Je sais, Kristopher", agreed Christine. The group walked towards the parking lot as Christine took out her keys and opened the doors of a blue Toyota station wagon. "Put on Yo Gabba Gabba, Kris", pleaded Hughette. "Of course, ma petite", he chuckled, inserting the CD into the player as Peanut Butter Stomp came through the speakers: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3xpdFw1br1A "I hope your teammates never hear that", teased Christine. "Let them laugh, they are too young for Metallica. When they're older", he laughed. Christine drove out of the airport and followed the signs to the highway heading south of the river towards the suburb of Sainte-Julie. It was an area of modest one and two story houses and apartment buildings, Christine parking in the driveway of a tidy two-story brick house with white gingerbread trim and red and yellow tulips out front starting to bloom. "I helped Tante Christine plant the tulips", said Hughette. "Merci, ma petite. And they are lovely", said Kris as Hughette giggled shyly. "Do you want to play Mario Kart, Kris?", asked Andre. "Oui, and who are you going to play as?", asked Kris as Christine led them inside. "I'm gonna play as Koopa, he's awesome", boasted Andre. "Can I play too?", asked Hughette. "Girls stink at Mario Kart", retorted Andre. "Andre, apologize to your sister", ordered Christine. "I'm sorry", he muttered. Kris set up the Wii game as the children waited for the game to load. He handed each of them a controller as he set up the three-player mode, him playing as Mario, Andre as Koopa and Hughette as Princess Toadstool. Christine chuckled at the scene and went into the kitchen, the children playing the game. "I won, in your face!", shouted Andre triumphantly. "Andre, it's not nice to speak like that", said Kris. "But I won", he protested. "If I acted like that after we won, I'd be checked head-first into the boards", said Kris. "Ouch", he muttered. "Je sais, I had the concussion last year", agreed Kris. They continued playing until Christine announced dinner was almost ready. Kris saved the game and helped set the table as Christine donned oven mitts in order to bring a hot tray of baked ziti to the table, along with a loaf of garlic bread and a salad in a wooden bowl. Kris uncorked a bottle of Merlot and poured him and Christine a glass, pouring Coke for the children. "Kris, how is Marie doing?", asked Christine as she passed him the salad bowl. Kris scooped up a generous amount of salad onto his plate along with the ziti and the bread, taking a sip of wine. "She's fine, Mom. Unfortunately, she's not coming with us, the team doesn't want the wives and girlfriends coming along until the Conference Finals. But she's fine, Geno's parents are staying with us", he said. "How nice, Vladimir and Natalia are wonderful people. And Ellen and Geno make a lovely couple, I always thought you and Ellen would get together", said Christine. "Mom, Ellen's practically my sister. And Geno would kill me if I tried anything", he joked. "Oui, Geno is a good boy. And is it all right if I send the team a Dundee Cake for your birthday, it's in two days", said Christine. "Oui, they would love that. And I told Nailer you made great fondue, he wants some", he joked. "James is a good boy, how is he?", asked Christine. "He's doing great, while we were in Miami he hooked up with this girl who's now his girlfriend", said Kris. "Tres magnifique, Kristopher. James is a good boy and handsome, por un Anglais", she laughed. "Just because he is Anglais doesn't mean he doesn't have a way with the ladies, Mom. I swear he must have some French in him, he got himself a girlfriend that fast", he joked. "Tante Christine, girls are gross", said Andre. "Andre, when you grow up, you'll think girls are awesome", teased Kris. "Miss Marie is nice, but girls are gross. They have cooties", retorted Andre. "I was the same way, but just you wait. Since you are French, the girls will really like that", said Kris. They finished dinner as Christine loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. Kris helped her dry the dishes and then went upstairs to his room. He smiled when he saw the familiar blue walls adorned with cut-out hockey pictures from various magazines and heavy metal posters almost exactly as he had left it. The simple room was dominated by an IKEA bed covered by a simple blue quilt and two pillows, underneath a poster of Metallica from the Garage Remains the Same Tour, the concert one of the first he'd ever seen. Next to it was a framed picture of him and Luc taken after seeing Pantera on the tour for Reinventing the Steel. Both of them were wearing Pantera t-shirts with their arms around each other, huge grins on their faces. That was the best show ,too bad about what happened to Dime. That was as exciting as winning the juniors,, he mused as he thought back to that day... "I can't believe this, we are going to see Pantera", said Luc excitedly. "Oui, mon ami Acadien. You can tell everyone in Shippagan you saw the mighty Pantera", teased Kris. "I can't help it if I live in stupid Shippagan, it is boring as fuck out there", retorted Luc. Both boys were staying at Kris' house after their junior season ended, the Val D'Or Foreurs out of the playoffs. Pantera was in town for the Reinventing the Steel tour and Kris had won tickets in a radio contest, both teenage boys eager to see their heroes in concert. "This is so awesome, I hope they play Fucking Hostile", said Luc as he flopped down on Kris' bed. At sixteen, he was already 6'2 and nearly 200lbs, his curly dark hair nearly down to his shoulders and his brown eyes full of excitement. "Don't break my bed, asshole. If you lived in Montreal, you'd see a lot of shows", teased Kris. "That's what sucks about living in the sticks, nothing ever happens. I'm still learning how to play Goddamn Electric on the guitar, that's the best song on the album", said Luc. "Oui, Luc. Imagine if we could party with them", said Kris. "If we did, we'd end up dead or in the hospital. Did you see their home videos?", he retorted. "Oui, they are crazy. Too bad we can't drink like htat, our coaches wouldn't like that", said Kris. "That's why fake ID's were invented, mon ami Quebecois. What's the point of going to a Pantera concert if you can't get fucked up?", retorted Luc. Kris nodded in agreement. Soon they were on the bus to the city as they tried to conceal their excitement. Kris wore jeans and a Cowboys from Hell t-shirt while Luc wore the Hesher Chick t-shirt depicting a sexy cowgirl flanked by a potleaf and a Confederate flag. They did get some funny looks from the other passengers, as they just ignored them. "Old people hate Pantera, they are fucking awesome", said Luc: ![]() ![]() "Oui, mon ami Acadien. That's why I don't want to get old, your taste goes to shit", said Kris. "Je sais, my mom likes Irish music and that is for old people. If I hear the Clancy Brothers one more time, I am going to go postal", said Luc. "That's why you play guitar good, it's the Irish in you", teased Kris. "Fat lot of good that's done, my father ran off when Mom got pregnant. Otherwise I'd be Luc Kennedy", he said dryly. "Same here, mon ami Acadien. For all I know, Charlie Manson is my dad. Fathers suck", said Kris as Luc nodded in agreement. The bus dropped them off several blocks away from the Bell Centre as the two teenagers made their way towards the arena. It was a mild spring evening in Montreal with the trees sprouting new leaves and a slight breeze in the air, the sky just turning to dusk. Around the arena, heavy metal fans in various black t-shirts and jeans milling outside. The faint, sickly sweet odor of pot smoke wafted over everything, combining withthe odor of beer and incense to make a smell that was found only at rock concerts. Kris checked his back pockets and smiled when he felt the two tickets, handing one to Luc. "Hey, awesome shirt, dude", said a skinny boy with a mop of stringy brown hair wearing a Slayer t-shirt with the Hell Awaits album cover: ![]() "Merci, bro. Slayer are awesome", said Luc. The boy in the Slayer shirt laughed and led them towards another boy their age. "I bought tickets the minute they came on sale", he said. The other boy was tall and skinny with a Vulgar Display of Power shirt and greasy blond hair as he opened a Styrofoam cooler and passed everyone a can of Molson. "I hope you're not fourteen or some shit", he chuckled: ![]() "Non, we're 16. Our team got bounced from the playoffs", said Luc as he opened the can and took a large swallow of beer. "What team is that, you in juniors?", asked the guy in the Slayer t-shirt. "We play for the Val D'Or Foreurs", replied Kris as he opened his beer. "Whoa, awesome. My brother plays for the Quebec Remparts", said the boy in the Pantera shirt as the others looked impressed. "How'd you like that fucking butthole town, mes mais? That place is boring as fuck", said the guy in the Slayer shirt. "It is, but our coach let's us drink beer and the girls there are hot", said Kris. "I'm Claude Kennedy", said the guy in the Slayer shirt. "And I'm Marcel Gatineau", said the guy in the Pantera shirt. "I'm Kristopher Letang", said Kris. "And I'm Luc Bourdon", said Luc as they all shook hands. "Glad to meet you guys. Are you from Brunswick, Luc? I hooked up with this chick from Moncton last year", said Claude. "Yeah, from Shippagan. I didn't know my accent was that bad", he joked. Marcel just laughed as he opened another can of beer of and chugged it right down as they looked impressed. "That's nothing, I can shotgun a six pack", he boasted. "We can't do that, the coaches are going to squeal to our parents", said Kris. "My brother says the same shit, and he's eighteen", said Marcel. The group continued drinking beer and talking until it was time to enter. Claude threw away the beer cans and the Styrofoam cooler as they went inside, showing the security their tickets. The boys went towards the arena and found their seats as the fans slowly trickled in, the boys looking not unlike their mostly male, long-haired, jean and t-shirt wearing fellow metalheads. The band was going through their final soundchecks as the fans still trickled in, the seats near the stage having been removed for the pit. Above in the rafters were numerous red banners with the championships and retired numbers of the Montreal Canadiens, looking out of place for a metal concert. The house lights dimmed as the crowd murmured in anticipation, a banner falling from the top of the stage with the Reinventing the Steel album cover, Pantera coming on stage and launching into Revolution is My Name. The pit immediately started in front of the stage, arms and legs flailing everywhere while a circle pit formed nearby: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpiDJRQg-nI 68' into the world born And the Seventies, a breath after the war Life was confusing because of my age Should my eyes open for tomorrow's gains? I can't help the way I am There's no trust and there's no end What is my name? It will never change So here it stays Forever is my name From now on, can't look the other way Keep in mind and listen to what I say Take under wing all the ones who are lost Build up around them an infinite wall Don't you know just who I am? Take the hand of wisdom's friend What is my name? It's time to change It can't stay the same Revolution is my name It will never change So here it stays Forever is my name What is my name? Forever... What is my name? Revolution... "How are you doing, you French motherfuckers? I want you to make some fucking goddamn noise, I wanna see some ass-kicking in the motherfucking pit, motherfuckers", ordered Phil Anselmo as the band played I'm Broken: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1fUgpYSdpo I wonder if we'll smile in our coffins while loved ones Mourn the day, the absence of our faces, living, laughing, Eyes awake. Is this too much for them to take? Too young for ones conclusion, the lifestyle won. Such values you taught your son. That's how. Look at me now. I'm broken. Inherit my life. One day we all will die, a cliched fact of life. Force fed To make us heed. Inbred to sponge our bleed. Every Warning, a leaking rubber, a poison apple for mingled Blood. Too young for ones delusion the lifestyle cost Venereal Mother embrace the los$. That's how Look at you now. You're broken Inherit your life. The band ended their set with Goddamn Electric, the pit still going strong and the circle pit just as vicious as ever: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKWCbtb5R8Q There is a part of me thats always sixteen Ive found the secret of eternal youth Some get high on life or money, but theres an Escape, drop out of the race. - to walk through the world by ones self, you cant be Protected... your trust is in whiskey and weed and Black sabbath - its goddamn electric Dont waste your time, embrace it And then youll know yourself The change in you is goddamn electric The weight of the world has lifted and parted My eyes roll blind to sights that distracted Through tunnel-vision and dope-hair blinders Ill cut a path and evoke my will - to walk through the world by ones self, you cant Be protected... your trust is in whiskey and weed And slayer, its goddamn electric Don't fake your life - inhale it And then youll know yourself The change in you is goddamn electric Don't waste your time, embrace it And then you'll know yourself The change that is goddamn electric will focus The minds eye... One hand on the bottle, the other a shaking Fist, rejuvenated, isolated, no pressure From the outside, my sights goddamn electric And these eyes have seen a world Goddamn electric system... "Good night, you French motherfuckers! Remember to fuck good pussy, drink good whiskey and smoke good weed, good night!", bellowed Phil. |
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | May 7, 2012, 12:12 pm Post #105 |
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The Dundee cake looks yum :p The Pantra concert sounds like it was really awesome and fun
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Just came to say I'm still reading! :3 But had to leave for a trip two weeks ago, and had no internet, so I went behind for many days! ;_; I'm still catching up, just 3 updates to go. I've taken my time, 'cause I want to grasp every detail of fantasy to keep unveiling the mysteries! :3
Him and Ellen are my favorite couple! :3


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