So I'm pretty much not updating and shits going on that makes me not want to do anything but sit around smoking and hallucinating, and I suddenly got the urge.. to WRITE. Jets having a 'fun' dream about a chick he met inna bar. I wrote this, then had a nose bleed. EPIC.

I DON'T OWN CYBORG 009 OR ANYTHING ELSE.

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Jet groaned, slow and ragged a he slept memories of a nearly forgotten evening churning in his mind and awakening feelings he'd since buried. In his minds eye he saw a thin, almost frail young woman squirming beneath him as he wrapped his tongue around her earrings and nibbled, breathing slow and deep against her neck earning him a few short, quick breaths. His hands tugged her short, matted hair, forcing her head back so he could move his roving mouth over her neck and down her collar bone, the black ratty hair getting caught between his fingers as Jet dragged his rough hands down her sides, pulling numbly at the hem of her wife-beater. He could feel her hands dragging over his back, down his sides, up his shirt and out the top, gripping the cut-out neckline near his shoulders and pulling him lower so she could trace his lips with hers. As the kiss became more than a quick peck he smelled and tasted the liquor and cigarettes on her;

"'Ey! You two wanna step out?"

Their kiss and focus broken, they wandered out of the bar, his arm around her slim shoulders and one of her hands gripping the inside of his shirt. Quickly, the spell of intimacy was broken as the feme fatal loosed her hand from his shirt and turned towards him as she leaned casually albeit drunkenly on the faded red brick of their watering hole.

Jet hadn't thought alcohol was a threat to his artificial liver until he ended up outside Paul's with a woman he'd never met wondering if he should even ask her name before taking her to his place… his muddled thoughts were shaken as a match was struck in front of him and illuminated the face of his 'date'. Her green eyes and dark make-up were bared before him, along with her thin cheek bones and deliciously puckered lips as she lit a smoke, quickly dispensing the used match and taking a long drag. As she exhaled, and the smell of Marlboro filtered through the air around him, he noticed a glint of silver and realized her eyebrow and nose were pierced. A slim hand was extended toward him, offering; he took the cig and took a deep drag before handing it back. As she reached for her cigarette, his hand caught hers and he introduced himself.

"The names Jet."

Not wanting to be outdone, she wrapped her fingers around his and smiled,

"Marlena."

COLD COLD COLD MOTHERFUCKING COOOOOLD!!!!!

Albert stood above him with a glass in his hand frowning.

"What the fuck did you do that for you faggot communist?!"

"I'm from Germany, but that doesn't mean I believe in communism."

"But you're still a goddamn faggot!"

"Sorry to disappoint you, but 'I don't swing that way'."

"Asshole… I'll bet you corn-holed Nazi's all the fuckin' time!"

"I'll bet you were a chronic masturbator by the time you were 7."

"Fuck you!"

"I bet you'd like that."

Jet sat wiping the icy water from his face mumbling retorts while Albert continued,

"And the next time I have the decency to wake you up from a nightmare-"

"NIGHTMARE?! I was about to get LAID!!!"

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LOLZ Albert's awkward.

Albert: *leaves*