Primary inspiration for this was based on the Grand Mal limited series
After a string of rough missions, Allie got Shanna, Linna and Nene together for a girls' night out at a local bar in town just to let their hair down and get blasted. She also extended an invitation to Priss and Courtney, who gladly accepted while one was extended to Sylia who turned it down as she was way behind on her paperwork. But told them to have a good time and Priss to behave herself.
"Are you sure this is a good idea Allie… we are talking about Priss." Linna asked as Allie pulled her car into the parking lot of the bar.
"Oh come on, Linna, relax," Shanna quipped, "we're here. And I know Courtney has her whipped."
"Uh, hello." Nene chimed in, "Priss. A bar. Remember last week when she knocked Gung-Ho flat on his ass." Nene was coming off duty looking forward to having Mai Tai only to see Leatherneck flying out the door of the club while Priss was holding her own in a brawl. That's when she did an about-face and walked away while MPs in riot gear moved in. "That gorilla!"
Soon Nene's eyes widen in fear and panic as she heard the familiar rumble of Priss' motorcycle as it pulled up with Courtney riding behind Priss in a matching riding suit; praying to god Priss didn't hear her.
"Yo. Thanks for the invite Allie. I just hope this dump doesn't have karaoke. Last time Nene got shitfaced she was worse than a Japanese business drunk off his ass."
"Love," Courtney sweetly chimed in, "You promised to behave yourself."
"Did I?"
"Yes," Courtney whispered sweetly, the other four woman couldn't help but smirk and giggle at Priss' face turning pale, knowing that Courtney was threatening to withhold sex from Priss.
"That long?"
"That long, my love." Then Priss gave an angry glare at the other four Joes which cause them to snicker harder at her. "Yeah, keep it up you four; you'll be desperate and horny on a lonely Saturday night and I'll be scoring!"
Inside, the interior was something Priss was used to, the place was a dive with cheap beer and decent booze and a raucous atmosphere. Once at a table and drinks in hand; Allie and Shanna were drinking tequila. For Priss, beer and tequila shooters. Courtney opted for just beer but paced herself knowing that she'll have to take Priss' keys. While Nene was drinking a zombie which Priss grinned at Nene's choice. While Linna opted for a Mai Tai.
The conversation went from girl talk, crude jokes (which Priss' were even cruder) to discussing sex lives. Normally Priss was mum about the subject but the company she was with and Courtney present it was okay. "Priss," Nene groaned, "Do you ever realize how much sleep the rest of us lose because of you and Courtney."
"Can I help that I'm horny, especially after a mission?" Priss quipped as the beer and tequila were setting in. "Back in Kosovo I had this one fuck buddy. Man, was she a demon in the sack!" Priss noticed as Courtney spat out her beer. "Problem babe?"
"When were you going to tell me this?!"
"Uh-oh, watch as Priss winds up in the doghouse!" Allie snickered.
"Come on Court, it wasn't like she was a girlfriend… besides it was before we met."
"And how many other conquests will I learn about?"
"When is Priss not in the doghouse with Courtney," Linna chuckled. "Remember Ace put us through Astronaut training which we through the centrifuge. Courtney her lunch when Priss felt like having Mexican for lunch."
"Oh yeah," Shanna remembered, "Courtney told me she had Priss sleeping on the couch."
"I'll get the next round! Maybe I slip you guys a mickey!" Priss grumbled as she got up to order an around of drinks at the bar with Courtney following her. Several women drunk or not gave off whistles, cat calls, and even made passes at the Knight Saber. "Sorry girls, she's spoken for."
"You're not angry are you babe?"
"No my love," She smiled, "just surprised. I know you would never cheat on me." Courtney amused herself with the thought of getting a tramp stamp tattooed on Priss that read: Property of Courtney Krieger.
Priss leaned against the bar while Courtney ordered the drinks. While waiting Priss flagged down another bartender for a glass of tequila. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a news report about Extensive Enterprises. "Those fuckin' twin bastards doing the goody-goody routine again." She grumbled as she sipped her drink and smoked a cigarette.
"Hey bitch!" bellowed the construction work next to her. He was a big burly man with an obvious beer belly and more obvious that he was really pounding the beer. "Don't go dissin' Extensive Enterprises. Don't go dissin' them. They saved this town and gave me a job!"
Priss just blew a cloud of smoke in his face as he got in her face. The female Joes looked from their table to see the potential of a brawl about to break out.
"Priss, love, he's not worth it. He's drunk."
"Oh yer goin' have yer dyke, pussy girlfriend stick up for ya?" He yelled at Priss as she took a sip of her drink.
"Better cool down, dickweed, before ya' really piss me off!" Priss yelled as she tossed her drink into his face. While he was reeling, she stripped off her jacket; some of the patrons took notice of her 101st Airborne tattoo. "And don't insult my girl."
Recovering from the tequila in his eyes, the drunk drew a large, curve bladed knife as Priss took to a fighting stance. "Courtney get out of here, I'll handle it."
"No way, my love, you might need the back up."
Charging at Priss, the dunk readied his knife. Despite being tipsy herself, Priss was not only a seasoned hand-to-hand combatant but she'd been street fighting since she was a kid; grabbing his right arm, with a quick elbow slam to the joint between the upper and forearm, the knife fell from his hand. Once been Disarmed, Priss ripped a hard right cross into his face sending him crashing into other patrons.
"Mess with me," Priss sang as she fought, "And you're getting into a high intensity conflict!" She threw a female patron off Courtney and grabbed the patron by the collar, "A nightmare scenario! With a low probability of survival!" She threw the patron over the bar, "'cos I'm a weapon, baby! A WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION!"
"You go, you gorilla!" Nene drunkenly cheered
"How many zombies did Nene have?"
"One." Both Shanna and Linna said in unison.
"Shit! What a lightweight."
Much like a wildfire, the fight expanded to where the other four Joes were sitting. "Well, Allie you said you wanted to blow off some steam!" Shanna drily remarked as she gave a hard kick to her attacker's midsection. "Linna on your left!"
Not being the most proficient fighter and drunk was not a good combination for Nene as the red-headed hacker tried to fight only to get knocked flat on her ass. "Maybe drunken boxing isn't forte there, Kiddo, but keep your guard up." Shanna joked as she helped Nene up as the brawl continued. Linna fought like a ninja taking down her opponents with ease and not taking a hit herself. Considering that she always sparred with Snake-Eyes.
Dial Tone sat as his duty station bored out of his skull. "Wish I brought a deck of cards or a comic book. Or something to break the monotony." The phone started ringing which he considered an answered to his prayers. "Hello. This is Corp. Morelli." Dial Tone answered as Duke entered the command center as duty NCO with Flint in tow. "Yeah, I'll put my duty NCO on."
"Who is it, Dial Tone?"
"The local police. Wolf is in jail."
"Not surprising. The bank just approved our loan for the bail fund." Duke shrugged considering Wolf, Gung-Ho, Shipwreck and Leatherneck have all but bankrupted the fund.
"Well," Dial Tone rolled his eyes amusingly, "Scarlett, Lady Jaye, Cover Girl, Dagger and Cypher are also in jail." He wanted to laugh as he saw both Duke and Flint blanched at their girlfriends behind bars.
The two looked to each other at that thought. "Well, I wonder if we should wake the Lt. considering her Knight Sabers are behind bars."
"Don't look at me," Flint pleaded, "I don't have a death wish."
"Neither do I… we need someone with not much to live for."
Then Beach Head entered.
"Oh do you two have be so lovey-dovey at a time like this!" Nene yelled despite she spent most of their jail time puking her guts out in the toilet. Priss and Courtney sat on a bench their hands intertwined looking into each other's eyes sporting cuts and bruises.
"Hey, if you want quality time with your best gal, by which I mean your right hand go nuts!"
"Priss… don't be crude." Courtney sweetly requested as she kissed her lover.
"Did we ever get our loan approved on the bail fund?" Linna asked.
"I wonder who going to bail us out," Shanna wondered
Soon the sounds of footfalls echoed over the cell area with voices also filling the area they heard 'they're right this way Lt'. Suddenly, they were greeted by the annoyed visage of Lt. Sylia Stingray, the six Joes got up, looked to each other and then back to Sylia's angry glare. "We're so dead." The six said in unison.
