Its a bit after 10pm est and I'm not the least bit tired. My imagination has been going wild on me so i feel the need to express some of this pent up creativity. Plus its also reflects my thoughts and complaints about what things should happen and such.

Anyway, being the big fan of Fantastic Four that I am, this story is about...Johnny! I have a small crush on Chris Evans so it helps with the creativeness I feel at the moment. Any way this story is about Johnny having a fight with his girlfriend, which has some reflections on events in his life and it leads him to making a choice about what he is going to do.

Disclaimer I don't own Fantastic Four or any of their characters. Marvel Comics owns them. I do own the fictional character of his girlfriend whose name will be revealed later on. Enjoy.

Whiskey and Craving

Chapter 1 Whiskey

By: xxPeanutxx

Nothing made wanting to forget feel good like a bottle of whiskey. The strong alcohol coursing through your veins as you take shot by shot till you can't think or feel. That's what Johnny Storm wanted. He didn't want to feel. Feeling meant admitting something got to under his skin. Something he wasn't really use to. He wasn't a cold hearted person. He was just... misunderstood. He did things with out thinking. Which often got him a great deal of lectures from Su. He often said things that hurt other people. That too caused some fights among his friends. They just couldn't see the light of things. He was telling them the truth that others wouldn't tell them.

Sighing he took another shot of the whiskey. The bar he sat in wasn't high class nor was it low class. It was pack and everyone seemed to be having a good time, everyone that is but him. Shooting them an glare he turned back to his whiskey. He used to be like them. Not having a care in the world. Partying till the sun came out and leaving with a different lady around his arm. He would be lying if he said he didn't miss those days. Sure, now that he was a super hero, Su preached that they had an image to uphold and the last thing they needed was a scandal story about him on the front page. However those days prior to the trip that caused him more fame than he could think of seemed so carefree. Mind you that they were still carefree for him after the accident and them defeating Doom. But as of lately things just don't seem to the way he would have liked it. After the defeat of Doom, he partied like there was no tomorrow. He had dated more than enough models that most men envied him. His beautiful face was plastered on Magazines and billboards. The women that came and went were nothing but fakes. He had been more than happy with that. The more bustier the greater the sex was and that's what mattered to him. Most of them he couldn't name off the top of his head. Half of the time he never even asked for their name. Usually it started off as small talk then a few drinks later, they would end up at her apartment and he would leave the next morning before she would awake. It had been that way for so long that was until she came into his life.

Thinking about her Johnny took another shot of whiskey. She frustrated him to no ends and that caused him to want to numb his whole persona. She changed his life from the bachelor comfort he has been so used to. The more he thought of it now the more he just didn't know what he saw in her. She was far from being supermodel like. If anything she was a bit shorter than him and she looked young for her age. Her dark hair went a few inches past her shoulders and it puffed out a bit unless she goes to get it done or wore it up in a ponytail. Her dark chocolate colored eyes were outlined with long lashes. Her skin a natural tan as a result of her biracial heritage had a few acne scars that were barely visible but they were there. Her nose was small, but she had a pair of lips that weren't too big but not small. She was rather plain looking. But she screamed out all American Girl. Her body was skinny and she had no curves what so ever. Now that he really thought about it, she was rather flat chested. Not that there was anything wrong with women who didn't have large breast. And he did have to admit that her tiny ass was cute in a pair of jeans. The thoughts that were coherent in his mind were going to the pros of her and at the moment he didn't want that. Taking another shot of the whiskey and feeling the need that that wasn't enough he took another.

'I could do so much better than her' he thought. A blond strolled up to the counter next to him. She wore a red cocktail dress that clung to her body showing that she was very much "all woman". She had creamy skin and her eyes a nice shade of blue. She lips were full and ruby red. She turned and gave him a smile. "Hey there cowboy. why so glum?" Her voice was sexy much like a porn stars so that gave him the impression that she had done this before. He gave her a sexy smirk.

"I was glum till you showed up. What's a pretty lady like yourself doing here all by your lonesome?" Now he knew that he was flirting, and never mind the fact that he did have a girlfriend. He couldn't remember the last time he had flirted with someone that wasn't her. "Hoping to find someone to take my lonesome away." She responded. She bent over closer to Johnny, giving him a view down her dress. Her breast were pushed up and very inviting. He wondered if she would left him run his tongue across them. He really knew those thoughts would get him into some trouble but the blond temptress in front of him was practically begging to be romped with.

His relationship with his girl friend had been on the rocks as of the past few weeks and here in front of him was the perfect excuse to call if off. To go back to the way things were. To be Johnny Storm, the man every lady dreamed to have. The taste of something he wanted was so close to him that he could breath it in. Not that he would stay with the blond after the night. No, Johnny Storm stayed unattached. Giving her another glance over he noticed that she had rather nice toned legs, ones he could see wrapped around his waist.

"How about we ditch this place and have fun else where?" She asked. She was straight to the point, she wanted him, and he wanted her. She would give him a great night. He stood from his stool, drank the last of the whiskey from the bottle and decided...

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Yes I am going to leave it at that. Check back for the second part of Whiskey and Craving