The Yearly 365 Challenge
Prompt #61 (Scenario) We both got in separate bar fights downtown and now we're waiting in the ER comparing stories.
"So I was saying that if you think it's a an acronym, you're not in mensa." Leaning back against the wall as he glared around the waiting space. "I can't believe that its dead here tonight and we are still waiting five fucking hours before they can see to us!"
"I have a feeling that is another reason why you got the crap beaten out of you." Dilton shrugged his shoulder and winced due to the pain.
"Shut the hell up." Nick rolled his eyes. "Before I shut it for you fucking punk."
"At least I'm smart enough not to try to start a bar fight with sayings like that." Dilton glared into Nick St. Clair's eyes. "Also by the way Nick whom are you kidding. You have no idea what Mensa truly stand for."
"What else was I going to do in the smart bar?" Nick laughed. "Come on Dilton think about it a bunch of baranic nerds whom can't get wasted in the other bars in the world … they have to get drunk in their own little hovel." He frowned. "It was literally filled with books. Lap tops on every table. There was a fucking giant calcutar where the pool table should have been." He grinned. "Those egg heads didn't know how to fight what so ever. Oh my God they had to read a book before they took each swing. I managed to beat the shit out of fifteen of them before one even laid one finger on me."
"They did manage to send you to the ER." Dilton rolled his eyes.
"This isn't because of them." Nick laughed loudly. "This is because I ran into Midge and I was fucking her against the street lamp. Moose of course caught us. Instead of him beating the shit out of the slut he decided to beat the crap out of me." He shrugged. "Doesn't matter. I already had my cock deep into the slut."
"Moose and Midge broke up." Dilton frowned. "Moose is gay Nick. He wouldn't give a crap if Midge fucked the worst guy on the street." He stood to his feet.
"Not the Moose that is up to our time Manson." Nick rolled his eyes. "Moose from 1980s came to our time. You know the over weight dumb as thumb tack Moose Manson whom only knows the word 'Duh'." His lips fell lackjacked and drool rolled down his chin.
"Big guy had to be able to get one good shot in." Dilton nodded in approvel.
Nick looked over at Dilton. "So what is your fucking bar story?"
Dilton sighed. "I was bent over the bar stool getting butt fucked by this he-man with the tiniest of all dicks and his girlfriend walked in; she jerked him out of me and turned me around. She was punching and biting me as she rammed my lackluster cock deep into her pussy." He shrugged. "I just need a shot of …."
Nick's eyes widen. "You got laid."