April 19th 2016, 2330, Washington, DC
The loud, sleazy hard-rock music blared in Leon's ears as he downed his umpteenth Jack & Coke. Behind him, girls danced and took their clothes off underneath dim 'mood lighting' for the sweaty, desperate men in attendance who prayed that this would be the night that they would find a cure for their blue-balls. He waved his hand, signalling for the bartender, a large, and rotund, Hells Angels looking gentleman, to come over and refill his glass. The man sauntered over and pulled the bottle of Jack and the soda gun out from underneath the counter.
Leon creased his brow and glared drunkenly at the bartender as he mixed a very Coke heavy Jack & Coke. "I paid for alcohol, not soda." He slurred.
The bartender crossed his arms, his lip twitching. "You've had more than your share tonight, bud. This is your last drink and then you're cut off. Understand?"
Leon looked at the disappointment in front of him; referring to both the drink and the bartender. "You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me." He grumbled, taking a sip of the drink. He had half a mind to smash the glass on this shitbird's head, but reconsidered because he didn't feel like getting kicked out of his favorite strip club.
"Why don't you go spend your money on one of the girls?" The bartender asked, polishing a glass with a rag. "You look like a lonely motherfucker."
Leon took another sip of his soda. "I don't come here for the girls. I come here for the cheap drinks and thrilling conversation." He joked, smirking as he tipped his glass to the bartender. The man merely shook his head and sighed, walking off to pretend to do work. Leon spun around on his stool and looked out at the club.
There was a main stage with a single pole, and several smaller stages scattered around, each with a girl dancing on it. There were red velvet chairs as well, some with overweight, most likely married men, sweating through every orifice as gorgeous, young women gyrated their bodies on top of them. A VIP area sat out of the way, the curtains drawn shut. The whole place stank like cheap sex, and even cheaper cologne; it was the kind of place that suited Leon well.
Two college boys, most likely belonging to some kind of Phi-Fucker-Shithead fraternity, sat down beside him, loudly exclaiming about the breast size of one of the girls and trying to decide who was going to attempt to take her home. They laughed, and Leon groaned; it was one of those meathead laughs. The kind that makes one wonder if their family tree actually branched out or if it was simply a bush.
A young woman, dyed lime green hair with bits of light blue, tanned skin, dark blue eyes, and negligible clothing, approached him. "Hey, handsome," she said lustfully, "you look lonely. You want Jade to keep you company?" Her tongue traced a line on her lipstick green lips.
Leon looked her up and down; she certainly was attractive and was most definitely his type. She had a beautiful face and a tight body. If she was a redhead he would have jumped at the opportunity. "How old are you, Jade?" He asked, drunkenly swaying on the stool.
"Old enough to show you a good time. Whaddaya say?" She breathed into his ear, pulling back and biting her bottom lip. She reached out and grabbed his hand, trying to pull him off his stool.
Leon pulled his hand away, taking another sip of his drink. "Sorry, kid. Go find someone else to take money from." He turned back towards the bar, finishing his drink in one quick motion.
There was a part of him that wanted a dance. A part that wanted to feel the warm, soft touch of a woman's hands on his body, to feel the compassion of someone who loved him, even if they were only doing it for the money. His body desperately ached for human contact, and not just the kind that he brought home every other night and gave them three minutes of what he referred to as 'Heaven'. He wanted more than just sex. But he had come to realize that that wasn't meant for him in this life. At least, not anymore.
"Hey, sexy," one of the frat boys called out beside him, "how about you come over here and give us both a dance?" He flashed a wad of cash. The two frat boys were the traditional, popped collar, backwards cap wearing, live-off-daddy's-money type frat boys.
Leon smirked into his empty glass. 'Not smart, pal.'
The girl walked over, her hips sashaying from side to side. "Well with all that money, how could I say no?" She breathed, biting her lower lip.
The two frat boys chuckled, letting out a simultaneous 'Awesome!' as they fist-bumped each other.
"50 bucks each, or 100 bucks each and we go somewhere more…private." She said, playfully biting her finger with a smile. The frat boys both looked disgusted.
"50 bucks!" One of them screeched, drawing unwanted attention towards them. "Bitch, you have to be fucking insane. Right, dude?"
"Yeah," the other screeched, his ego practically bursting out of his head like his muscles were through his pink polo shirt. "What do you think we are? Stupid?" He tapped his buddy on the chest. "This bitch thinks she can extort us!"
Jade crossed her arms over her dangerously close to spilling out chest. "Common rates, sweetheart. You wanna play, you gotta pay." She said, attempting to keep her cool as best she could.
Leon sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Maybe you shouldn't have flashed that big wad of cash you jack-fuck…" He whispered.
"Fuck you say, old man?" Muscle-head #1 bellowed, jutting his chin out aggressively. Apparently Leon hadn't whispered so much as replied at a regular speaking volume. "You got something to say to me?" He said, snapping aggressively into Leon's ear.
Leon rolled his eyes, preferring to stare into his empty glass rather than look up at the steroid junkie before him. His hot breath reeked of booze and chicken wings and the million-dollar cologne he wore - which would have been a refreshing change to all the cheap stuff he smelled - was practically drowning him. There was a part of the old Leon that wanted to come back with a witty one-liner and have this creep blubbering and turning 1000 shades of red. But he didn't.
"No," Leon replied, his jaw clenching, "I didn't say anything." He felt the jock smile.
"Yeah. That's what I thought." Muscle-head #1 said. "Hey, bartender, bring this old man a drink! He looks like he needs another one." He belted out over the screechy vocals of 'Girls, Girls, Girls' and ruffled Leon's hair.
The bartender looked down the bar and visibly sighed. "He's been cut off! He's been drinkin' doubles all night." He called back.
The frat boy held up two, one hundred dollar bills. "It's on me!" He replied, slapping the money on the table. The bartender came by and picked them up reluctantly, eyeing Leon warily. Leon shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand meekly, a grin on his face.
Jade uncrossed her arms and put them on her hips, popping one slightly. "Do you want a dance or not, boys?" Her temper clearly wearing thin.
Muscle-head #1 & #2 had a look of disdain on their face; clearly they were not used to being challenged, especially by a member of the opposite sex. Muscle-head #1 stood off the stool; he was big. "Yeah, I want a dance. But you're gonna give one to me for free!" He grabbed her roughly by the arm. "How do you like that? Huh, bitch?"
Jade pulled at his grip. "Let go! Security!" She called out. Almost immediately, two large men appeared near her. "Let go!" She yelled, gripping the hand that held her and digging her nails into him. The jock gripped tighter; with the watermelon sized hands he had, it wouldn't take much to tear the little girl's arm off.
The bouncers moved to pry him off her. "You know who I am? You put a hand on me and my dad'll have your jobs! He owns this club!" The jock threatened. His buddy remained on the stool, laughing heartily at the threat and the apparent fear and pain in Jade's eyes.
The bouncers backed of, fearing the threat of this kid's daddy coming down on them. Leon turned around on his stool; he had heard enough and the alcohol was making him feel adventurous tonight. "Hey, jack-fuck," Leon said, reclining calmly against the bar, his drink in hand "why don't you get your big meat-hands off the talent and go play with your boyfriend behind the dumpsters out back."
The jock practically exploded; he was clearly used to being the alpha male in confrontations. "What the fuck did you say to me!?" He growled, letting go of Jade and taking a big step in front of Leon; He was a big boy, that was for sure.
"You heard me. Or are your muscles clogging your ears?" Leon replied, finishing his drink in one big draw. He stared up at the man, his eyes begging for him to take a swing.
The jock grabbed Leon by the collar of his black leather jacket, getting right in his face. "Listen here you little shit." The jock said. "You better fucking apologize or I swear to God you're gonna be drinking all your dinner through a-"
Leon cut him off, the hand that still held his glass connected with the jock's left temple, shattering into little pieces of glass shrapnel and dropping him like a bag of hammers. The jock's boyfriend, muscle-head #2, charged forward, looking for revenge for his stricken down lover. He threw a predictable left hook; Leon scouted it a mile away, easily ducking under it. He whirled around, meeting the new threat head on, face to face. A mist of alcohol and soda shot out of Leon's mouth, blinding #2. There was a part of Leon that was angry that he didn't finish the entire drink, but it was a small and easily ignored part. He threw a desperate right haymaker, trying to take Leon's head off; it didn't work.
Leon lowered his body and threw a vicious side kick directed at the midsection. He knew that he had been eating chicken wings and drinking beer all night, so that wasn't going to sit too well. Almost as if on cue, #2 fell to both his knees and started heaving. Leon smiled, almost malicious in nature. He pulled his right leg back, his hips turning on instinct, and fired. It impacted on the left side of #2's head, dropping his face to the dirty and VD laced carpet.
It was the bouncers turn now. One of them gripped Leon around the waist and lifted him off his feet. The crack of his broken nose was so loud the doorman outside could have heard it, as Leon rocketed his elbow behind him. Needless to say, the bouncer let go. Grabbing the bouncer's arm as Leon regained his footing, he turned his body and thrust his right hip into his waist. He kicked his foot back, tripping the bouncer and throwing him over his body and onto the ground. The remaining bouncer decided to try his luck, grabbing Leon by the arm and twisting it behind his back, forcing Leon to his knees.
Leon grunted as the bouncer torqued his arm violently. He heard him say something but it was all a blur at that point. He kicked his leg behind him, finding purchase directly on the kneecap of the bouncer. The knee folded backwards, the bouncer howled in pain and instantly let go of Leon's arm to grip at his own knee. Leon stood to his full height, rolling his shoulder and wincing lightly. He turned around, driving his knee into the face of the more recent attacker, rendering him unconscious.
Leon's chest heaved in and out, his heart pounded to the beat of the music that still blared despite the violence occurring. Nobody seemed to notice and it was probably for the best anyway. He was brought back into reality by a battle cry.
Leon turned around just in time to see his first opponent, muscle-head #1, the jock, bury his shoulder into his gut, shoving him back against the bar. The air evacuated his lungs, causing him to suck desperately . He drove his elbow down into the back of his opponent's neck not once, not twice, but three times; only then did the grip loosen. Leon let out a grunt, driving his knee into the face of the jock twice.
He risked stepping away, seeing no aggressive movement from his quarry. He let in more ragged breaths, wincing as he surveyed the carnage around him. Four targets down, Jade had taken off long ago, and the bartender was most likely hiding behind the bar after calling the cops.
"Freeze!" A deep voice commanded. Speak of the devil, right?
Leon looked over towards the door, where the voice came from. Four armed police officers stood, with guns drawn, ready to open fire should he make a move towards them. Another little part of him reared its ugly head but he quickly put a stop to it.
"Get down on your knees and put your hands on the back of your head!"
Leon looked over at his jock friend; it looked like he was in shock. Leon moved slowly, careful to not give the officers a reason to blow him away. He gripped the jock's wrist with his hand, holding it tightly. "Hey," Leon said.
The jock looked up at him, his face bruised and bloody; his nose clearly broken, his lip clearly split. "Fuck you, man." He managed out through his swollen lips and face. He spat blood on the ground.
Leon rolled his eyes. "I was going to say I'm sorry for all this, especially what I'm going to do next, but now," he said, twisting the jock's arm, his elbow facing upwards, "I really couldn't give a shit."
"Just get the fuck out of-" The jock began, his words were cut off by his screams.
Leon brought his foot down hard on the elbow, shattering the bone and causing the jock's arm to bend at a disgusting angle with a sound that resembled wood splitting. The high-pitched screams of pain caused Leon's ears to sting.
The police officer's advanced on him, guns still drawn. Leon moved slowly, his arms held at equal height to his head. He dropped to his knees, interlocking his fingers behind his head; a grin stretched across his mouth.
"What the hell are you smiling about?" One of the officers asked, slapping the handcuffs on his wrists rather roughly.
Leon winced as one of the officers pulled him to his feet. "Nothing." He said, his grin still plastered on his face like a madman. "Just feels...good."