Disclaimer: nothing is mine
A/N: Please, please don't hurt me. Really. Thanks to Chas and her unknown friend. ::evil giggle::
Sabretooth, otherwise known as Victor Creed, pulled his Corvette onto the interstate. As he maneuvered the sleek car through the heavy traffic, he realized something.
He no longer felt nervous about this. He was going to knock 'em dead. No problem. He hummed along with the radio as he readied himself for what was ahead tonight.
After a short drive, he took an exit off the interstate, and after a few close calls with the slower moving vehicles on the road, including an elderly lady who flipped him off, he arrived at his destination. It was a smallish building in the commercial section of town, with McDonald's on one side, and Bill's Bail Bonds on the other.
Parking his car in a handicapped spot near the front entrance, Sabretooth briefly looked over the other cars in the lot. None familiar, all the cars were generic sedans of varying ages. After hitting the alarm button on his keychain (he'd hate to have to put some poor thief out of commission for doing his job), he headed to the door. A sign hung over the door, but Sabretooth didn't bother to read it. He already knew what it said.
Once inside, Sabretooth took seat at one of the many tables in the room, choosing one in the back so that he wasn't as conspicuous. The small room was crowded, dark, and filled with fake smoke that came out of a machine in the corner. Sabretooth leaned back in his chair, surveying the scene. No challenge here. He rose from his seat, and headed toward the front of the room.
Stepping up on the platform in front corner of the room, Sabretooth shoved the skinny human male off the stage, careful not to harm the pitiful creature, and stepped in front of the mike.
He spoke into the mike briefly before he began, aiming his comment to the DJ.
"The usual tonight."
The DJ nodded somberly, and hit a button. The first strains of music wafted out of the speakers, and everybody in the room turned to look at Sabretooth. A few cringed, recognizing the huge man, but kept their internal anguish to themselves.
Sabretooth began to dance to the atrociously peppy music them, and his garbled soprano drifted over the crowd.
"Oh
I feel like I've been locked up tight for a
century of lonely nights
Waiting for someone
To release me
You're licking your lips and blowing kisses my way
But that don't mean I'm gonna give it away
Baby baby baby (baby baby baby)
Oh whoa
My body's saying lets go
Oh whoa
But my heart is saying no
If you wanna be with me
Baby there's a price to pay
I'm a genie in a bottle
You gotta rub me the right way
If you wanna be with me
I can make your wish come true
You gotta make a big impression
Gotta like what you do
I'm a genie in a bottle baby
Gotta rub me the right way hone
I'm a genie in a bottle baby
Come come come on and let me out..."
In the audience, a blond leaned over and whispered to her friend, "Does he sing here often?"
On stage, the huge mutant was doing all the belly-dancer moves that are done in the video for 'Genie in a Bottle.'
Her friend replied, " Yeah, about once a week. But usually he sings Britney Spears or "Like a Virgin."
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I am evil. I also have an evil muse, which does not help in the least. Oh, and before you start thinking I actually like Christina Agulara, I just copied the lyrics off some website. I think pop music is one of the signs that the world will soon end. Well, tell me what you think. Reviews give me a warm fuzzy feeling inside. Thanks!
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A/N: Please, please don't hurt me. Really. Thanks to Chas and her unknown friend. ::evil giggle::
Sabretooth, otherwise known as Victor Creed, pulled his Corvette onto the interstate. As he maneuvered the sleek car through the heavy traffic, he realized something.
He no longer felt nervous about this. He was going to knock 'em dead. No problem. He hummed along with the radio as he readied himself for what was ahead tonight.
After a short drive, he took an exit off the interstate, and after a few close calls with the slower moving vehicles on the road, including an elderly lady who flipped him off, he arrived at his destination. It was a smallish building in the commercial section of town, with McDonald's on one side, and Bill's Bail Bonds on the other.
Parking his car in a handicapped spot near the front entrance, Sabretooth briefly looked over the other cars in the lot. None familiar, all the cars were generic sedans of varying ages. After hitting the alarm button on his keychain (he'd hate to have to put some poor thief out of commission for doing his job), he headed to the door. A sign hung over the door, but Sabretooth didn't bother to read it. He already knew what it said.
Once inside, Sabretooth took seat at one of the many tables in the room, choosing one in the back so that he wasn't as conspicuous. The small room was crowded, dark, and filled with fake smoke that came out of a machine in the corner. Sabretooth leaned back in his chair, surveying the scene. No challenge here. He rose from his seat, and headed toward the front of the room.
Stepping up on the platform in front corner of the room, Sabretooth shoved the skinny human male off the stage, careful not to harm the pitiful creature, and stepped in front of the mike.
He spoke into the mike briefly before he began, aiming his comment to the DJ.
"The usual tonight."
The DJ nodded somberly, and hit a button. The first strains of music wafted out of the speakers, and everybody in the room turned to look at Sabretooth. A few cringed, recognizing the huge man, but kept their internal anguish to themselves.
Sabretooth began to dance to the atrociously peppy music them, and his garbled soprano drifted over the crowd.
"Oh
I feel like I've been locked up tight for a
century of lonely nights
Waiting for someone
To release me
You're licking your lips and blowing kisses my way
But that don't mean I'm gonna give it away
Baby baby baby (baby baby baby)
Oh whoa
My body's saying lets go
Oh whoa
But my heart is saying no
If you wanna be with me
Baby there's a price to pay
I'm a genie in a bottle
You gotta rub me the right way
If you wanna be with me
I can make your wish come true
You gotta make a big impression
Gotta like what you do
I'm a genie in a bottle baby
Gotta rub me the right way hone
I'm a genie in a bottle baby
Come come come on and let me out..."
In the audience, a blond leaned over and whispered to her friend, "Does he sing here often?"
On stage, the huge mutant was doing all the belly-dancer moves that are done in the video for 'Genie in a Bottle.'
Her friend replied, " Yeah, about once a week. But usually he sings Britney Spears or "Like a Virgin."
**********
I am evil. I also have an evil muse, which does not help in the least. Oh, and before you start thinking I actually like Christina Agulara, I just copied the lyrics off some website. I think pop music is one of the signs that the world will soon end. Well, tell me what you think. Reviews give me a warm fuzzy feeling inside. Thanks!
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