Crosspost from AO3. I don't really give a damn anymore, tbh, I want this to get out.

The night passed quickly when flavored with booze. Well, all things passed quickly when drunk.

At around 3 am, he was beyond wasted. Snake already left him to struggle back home. Pussy.He was insufferable ever since he came back, but Ace thought it'd break too much the rhythm of the gang if both split. The band was the start, but he knew he couldn't move forward if he was always acting contrarian to him. First the act, then the dump, now this. I'm no one's bitch.He gulped down another glass in one shot, and asked Tom for more.

He would drink more, wouldn't be the first time he slobbered back to the dump alone, but something stopped him. No, rather, someone.

Someone with long black hair, a white blouse and slick black pants, and tits the size of melons. He wouldn't have focused his sight on her had she not laid a hand on his arm.

And he definitelyshouldn't have locked eyes with her. Eyes so blurry, so shiny, so fulfilling…

"Hello, handsome." Even her voice felt smooth at his touch.

"…Hello…" He wasn't one to be shy, but his speech was beyond slurred at this point. Each glass made the world turn and swirl faster and faster.

"Oh, you're new here."

"I come here often with the boys, toots. Maybe you're the new one."

The woman lowered her eyes as she focused on his hand. He sighed, bored. Here it came, he was ready for it, every single time, like clockwork; it never failed. Yesyesyes, I look dead, I know, now say your witty comment and leave.

But she just shrugged and raised her head again.

"Well, it's true they say you often end up finding new people in every corner of life. Even in places you wouldn't suspect."

"They say that?"

"One of Tom's drunken clients. In vino veritas, after all."

He turned around. As one of the many bars that plagued the downtown of Townsville, it was common to find many of the more…unusual habitants of the city. Robbers over there, one eyed monsters on the left, witches on the right… Well, why not? Was there a law that obliged only "ordinary citizens" to drink and have fun in their free time? If it existed, Townsville would've passed the law much earlier than that.

Even a small, known violence sprung the moment the gang entered into the bar, only to then diminish as the group took its usual spot. Granted, the band had been a start, but their soiled reputation was still too well-known amongst the city, for a simple music gig to wash out all the bad years. Good, it's either shank or be shanked in these dumps, a guy has to have a small level of respect after all.

And of course, you could also find "normal" people amongst the customers. More than one group of barflies, friends chatting over a cigarette ashtray about work, some miserable souls aching about life, and of course…the ladies.

He had tempted with the idea before, for it was rare for girls to approach the gang as they were. Sure…Snake would "help" some nights, but even Ace yearned for the feminine touch again. Snake could just fulfill one wish, but not the other. Plus, he could be so damn annoying 80% of the time…

But considering his life choices, this was the only option left. Money was a surer route to success than love in this case.

Ace took another shot.

He locked eyes with her again. Green…I'm in trouble now. Coincidences just kept piling up.Still, if she was willing to keep talking with him…

"What kinda accent is that?"

"Foreign."

"Oooh, you've travelled the world haven't you?"

"World, cities…Pretty much the same thing."

"Kinda, kinda."

"All men want the same thing, no matter the language. The trick is knowing how to say cock, fuck and cunt well."

Ace smirked. He was starting to like this girl…Finally one who wasn't screaming or babbling out idiocies at him. Then again, maybe the booze clouded his judgement.

"Name's Ace."

"Jordan." She smirked. "Ace…Are you…?"

He shook, knowing well what she meant.

"No, no, not my thing." He fucked too much to ever consider the other possibility. Even playing alone was enough to disprove that.

"Ah, I see…An Ace, a Champ…You must be a real beast in bed."

"Weeeeell, they say you shouldn't brag, buuuut…"

She laughed.

"A man like you in a place like this, I can't believe it. The others are losing their hair, while you…"

Well you must hide that well. The secret is a good brushing.But that was a tip he wouldn't reveal too soon.

"I'm just a regular guy, all guys like to drink, as they would. Or what, male models are a rare occurrence here?"

"Well, not most of them are like you…"

"Yeah, well, not everyone has decaying skin…"

Jordan arched an eyebrow and didn't follow suit. As Ace's laugh continued, her eyes also widened. He soon realized his mistake.

"I'm joking."

Her pause hovered for a moment, doubting, until she rested and accompanied his laugh with her own loud chortle.

He felt suddenly brash, bold even. Was it the drinks? Probably, for the next thing he knew, he took hold of her hand and grew closer to her figure.

"How about we go to my place, and continue from there? The night's too short, and I wanna keep talking…"

"Only if you pay."

"Well, the drinks…"

No, he had to pause. Her voice went from smooth to stern, and much of the playfulness vanished from her eyes. She wasn't kidding.

"You must pay."

Pay what, exactly? The drinks, the night at the…Oh, ooooooooh….Now he felt stupid. Act as charming as you want, Ace, but the only ones who'll ever approach you for bed are like her.He sighed, even the music gig hadn't been enough to shave the "monster" look. Well, better than nothing at least. And hey, as long as he was respected…

"…Sure…"

She nodded, suddenly glad. The laughter returned to her eyes and her smile relaxed.

"You won't regret it, you'll see."

"I could say the same to you!"

She took a hold of his arm and turned towards the bartender; a burly, hairy man who was busying himself cleaning a set of glasses. By the color of his hair, Ace often wondered if he was in any shape related to Billy; but he guessed the giant would've declared something about it sooner. Billy was everything but subtle.

"Tom, we've got the night busy."

"The red room on the second floor, near the bathroom."

"Thanks, love." She turned to Ace. "Grab some of the bottles, we can continue the party upstairs."

"Hey, but I said to go…"

"And this is much closer than your home, don't you think?"

Well, he couldn't deny that, either. It was either cozying up in the velvet covered room, or walk a few miles at 4 am in the middle of downtown Townsville. Of course, nobody would dare attack him, but…He saw her reasoning. A random call girl with no superpowers of her own, walking alone at night…The chances seemed very slim.

Plus, even he noted how the booze tired him.

He collapsed onto the bed as the girl placed neatly the bottles and the glasses in the small, ebony table.

"Don't go to sleep yet, we promised to have a little more fun…"

The next move made him yelp. She threw down her hand at his ass, and smacked enough to get him fully awake.

"You know, tugging at my ears is enough…"

"Ears or nose? Both are pointy…"

"I'd tell ya, babe, it's a point of pride for me." Heh, point.

"Well, the monster look is hot, what can I say." She smirked. "Then I can brag to my friends about being a monster fucker."

"That isn't hard to do in Townsville…"

"…True, true, but imagine screwing someone like the one eyed fish giants. Do you imagine? Must have nerves of steel."

"Or you're another 30 feet tall monster."

"Hmm, is that how much they stand?"

"Dunno, do I look like a doctor monster expert? I'm a musician."

"Oh? Now that's attractive. What do you play? You sing, probably."

"A little, mostly the bass. Had a gig with a band outside town some years ago."

"You know, my interest has increased."

If she wants me to sing for her she's gonna be so disappointed.At least, he wasn't in the mood for singing at the moment.

"So you weren't havin' fun before?"

"Well, Ace, is not many days you find a green gentleman like yourself…Who alsois a musician…"

"You don't know who I am."

"Should I? Maybe to know your discography…"

Well, anonymity would protect her and benefit him, in a way. He guessed bad press wasn't as widespread as he imagined. Or maybe she was lying, that worked too.

"Of course, tho, if you're a serial killer…Well, wouldn't be the first."

"…The first."

"In this beautiful town, seeing the kind of scum that walks around freely…That's why mommas always should encourage their girls to learn to use a knife."

"I agree with your momma."

"We're not here to talk about mothers, no?"

"No, nor monster sized dicks."

She released a hearty laugh then, one so loud that for a moment deafened the muffled 2000s rock song coming from the bar. The drunks would continue on with their own woes and music, but they had their own soundtrack up there.

The room was small, he then noticed; cramped, red and smelling strongly of some potent oil. In the moments where he was distracted, she might have lit some candles or incense sticks. The barely lit room, the strong scent, the moon timidly crawling over the window to reflect her light on them…

It was there where he jumped over her and planted his kiss. She welcomed it, eating it, craving it. And he realized how much he had waited for that moment…He should've been faster.

She smelled of cigars and cheap perfume, nice. She'll be right at home.His lips lowered and passed down her chin, her neck, leaving a trail behind as her moans observed him.

He grabbed her by the waist and ravaged her into the table, her squealing like the hungry bitch she was. Oooh, now her blouse unbuttoned, and her boobs were jumping against his mouth, tender and plump and right for ripping. He pierced her, and held her to avoid falling. He would drown in her bosom before either of them could realize what happened. But good, if he would ever allow himself to drown, better in a bed over any body of water.

"Yes, yes, yesyesyes…" She moaned, and her words drowned amidst her sighs. Her whole body tasted of cigarettes, but Ace wanted that taste as much as her juices; she was delicious. He quickly took her pants off while she busy with his belt.

Once he was bare, she looked at his scars, at his dozen tattoos; and licked her lips obsessively. Without a moment to pause, she jumped over him and their kiss tango continued. Ooh, if she would just go lower…

"…Oh, take me there, there there there…Yess…"

He pulled at her hair, and only later on would notice how he had pulled extensions instead, and wondered how he had fell for such long hair to be authentic. But he'd think that later, after the rush of sex had fully vanished from his mind, and the night was just a small memory…

As he mounted her, she gasped with every stroke, but held on to him, digging her nails onto his skin. She was so warm, and her tongue was still imprinted on him…

It was good, pretty good. It wouldn't be the first time he fucks on the table, but he always enjoyed the after party. If she was covered in his cum, then the night was a success. At least he had something to tell the guys next morning (and Snake would just have to deal with it).

Once finished, they talked again. She turned to him as she brushed her messy hair.

"You're fun, Ace."

He shrugged.

"You always say that after sex?"

"You want a new script?"

"Sometimes, the old ones are classics for a reason."

He nodded, stroking her face softly. The night was clouding his mind, and soon he'd fall into the world of dreams…But to have another go, before either of them would fall asleep…

"…Jordan…"

But she playfully laid a thin finger on his lips.

"Maybe another night, my sweet. You know where you can find me."

"Tom better be hiding you well."

She snickered, her green eyes holding him. Green eyes, why did they have to be green!? Was the world planning his downfall? Were they just contacts and she was just lucky to find his weak spot?

Oh, who cared at this point. He held her by her hair and stole a last kiss from her cherry lips. He better remembered the night for what it was.