Guy's Night Out
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in Rurouni Kenshin, but I occasionally borrow them for my own selfish purposes. They all belong to rich, litigiously-minded folks who apparently like to be sucked up to in a big way.
Sano: Oi, Gina-sensai, what does "litigious" mean?
Gina-sensai: It means that they'll sue yer ass off given half a chance.
Sano: Gotcha. I'm just a gangster, babe, knock off the fancy talk.
Gina-sensai: Okay, anything for you, rooster-head.
Sano: Jest write the damn story, woman! Kami-sama, you talk too much.
Chapter One
Sanosuke Sagara, former fighter-for-hire, bad-ass, well-known free-loader was walking to his friend's home to pick him up for a night of what he called, "purely male entertainment".
Now, get your mind out of the gutter, he and his friend Kenshin Himura were going out for a night of dice, sake and conversation free from feminine concerns and sensibilities. You know, doing and saying things that women try to pretend men are above, but they're not. Even "nice" men like his buddy Kenshin. Or as he thought of him sometimes, Kenshin no Baka, the worlds most clueless rurouni when it came to flirting, having fun and cutting loose.
That oro-ing paragon of male virtue incarnate. So pure-minded and chivalrous that even the notion of holding a certain cute female kenjitsu instructor's hand made him blush like a pimply faced kid learning the facts of life for the first time.
Sano grinned lasciviously as he strutted along with his usual long-legged strides. "What that guy needs is a little corruption in his life, and I'm just the man for the job."
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in Rurouni Kenshin, but I occasionally borrow them for my own selfish purposes. They all belong to rich, litigiously-minded folks who apparently like to be sucked up to in a big way.
Sano: Oi, Gina-sensai, what does "litigious" mean?
Gina-sensai: It means that they'll sue yer ass off given half a chance.
Sano: Gotcha. I'm just a gangster, babe, knock off the fancy talk.
Gina-sensai: Okay, anything for you, rooster-head.
Sano: Jest write the damn story, woman! Kami-sama, you talk too much.
Chapter One
Sanosuke Sagara, former fighter-for-hire, bad-ass, well-known free-loader was walking to his friend's home to pick him up for a night of what he called, "purely male entertainment".
Now, get your mind out of the gutter, he and his friend Kenshin Himura were going out for a night of dice, sake and conversation free from feminine concerns and sensibilities. You know, doing and saying things that women try to pretend men are above, but they're not. Even "nice" men like his buddy Kenshin. Or as he thought of him sometimes, Kenshin no Baka, the worlds most clueless rurouni when it came to flirting, having fun and cutting loose.
That oro-ing paragon of male virtue incarnate. So pure-minded and chivalrous that even the notion of holding a certain cute female kenjitsu instructor's hand made him blush like a pimply faced kid learning the facts of life for the first time.
Sano grinned lasciviously as he strutted along with his usual long-legged strides. "What that guy needs is a little corruption in his life, and I'm just the man for the job."