SHOTS
By: Sage360
Disclaimer: M-X, Don't own them. Enjoy!
Thank you for all the reviews, especially REDHEAD2! I love seeing you guys reflect your perspectives! Here is another installment. And PLEASE bear with me! This piece started as attempted to stop a writer's block for CLUBLIGHTS. It will get done before 2005, I promise!
This chapter is a little different. As you already know, I love pushing all the possibilities of a what-if situation, so let me know what you think. ^-^
INTERUPTED
Jesse could tell the alcohol was taking Brennan over. He would never get the answers about Adam.
Brennan leaned forward on the countertop, running a hand through his dark hair. In contemplation, he stared at the glasses lined up before him. Eight in a row, they begged the man to continue. But the lights soon flashed, pulling the man from his thoughts and out of the corner of his eye a curvy pair of tan legs began to strut the stage. The elemental was slowly coming back.
This dancer was jolting. A petite blonde with dangerous curves, she wrapped the pole like a missed lover, taking Brennan's gaze with her in the process. Jesse took one look and knew instantly what he saw. With liquor in his veins the dark haired man sat back, watching with a deadly interest, only seeing what he wanted to. She reminded him of the Feral.
But obviously, it wasn't Shalimar. Jesse could tell that this woman was a bottle blonde. Her eyes were crystal green and piercing through his friend. By movement alone, she could have been a feral. Her spine had a liquid fluidity, curving easily before every person in the club that night. What there was of her clothing seemed to dissolve from her skin, landing on the stage in a most silent gesture. Brennan mumbled under his breath and Jesse swore he heard him say 'Shal'.
"Brennan?" The molecular more so stated. "It's time to cut out the drinks. Lets-"
"No," the man muttered. His hand had reached into his jeans, pulling out a twenty for the dancer. With glittering eyes, she leaned over backwards from her hold on the pole, and took the bill with her teeth. The elemental smirked in defeat. "I can't go home."
"You mean you won't."
"Damn straight."
Jesse sat back, watching the man defiantly take another hit of the alcohol. Suddenly, it occurred to him just how blind Brennan was too his own oblivion. The dancer now seemed to only move for him, an action that had other occupants restless till more women came onto the stage. Readjusting in the chair, the elemental reached a hand out to her, helping the woman off stage- intent on getting a lap dance.
"Brennan." Jesse said for the millionth time. "You're out of it."
The elemental only smiled. However Jesse could see the mask of haze in his eyes. He was in his own world while still having a hand in their reality. "But I'll be out of it inside her." Brennan was only seeing whom he wanted to.
"Dude, she's not Shalimar. You do see that don't you?"
He didn't answer.
Beaten, the molecular sat back, taking another shot of his own drinks. Of all the outings the two has 'shared', none had ever ended like this. None had ever come close. On his own accord, the man known as Brennan Mulwray would leave the chosen establishment on his feet and with his right mind. Tonight, he simply didn't want to. Jesse could do nothing about it.
Just give him the time he mentally compromised. He'll come around. That was the way it had always been with his teammate. No matter how deep he or they got in, Brennan would always seem to surface first, and pull the other(s) up with him. Only now, with the woman curving in his face and between his thighs, surfacing was the last thing on his man. The man was begging to drown.
And all he wanted was Shalimar Fox.
"So fuckin' simple." Jesse muttered to himself. "Yeah, right."
Ten minutes later, the elemental had fed the stripper (Jesse couldn't remember her name) several large bills. With one arm on the chair, the other reached with perfect timing for each shot of Tequila. His eyes never left the woman, and his words had become a sporadic mutter to his teammate. The molecular, leaning into a propped up hand could only watch and not in approval. This one girl, though not quite, seemed to look a little too much like his 'sister'. Thoughts of the early conversation came back, and suddenly he needed another hit of alcohol.
With a hand shooting through his long hair, Kilmartin knew that if he didn't do something, Brennan would possibly sleep in his chair - or under the stripper. "Bren." He started, exhaling when the woman pulled away. She'd gotten what she wanted. Sparky, however had not.
"Where you goin?" He drunkenly muttered. Jesse knew Brennan could hold much more liquor than he'd taken in. The dark man grabbed the woman's arm in an attempt to pull her back.
"Bren. Let her go." Jesse warned. He knew the man wouldn't intentionally hurt her. But fear flashed in the green eyes, and he knew if he didn't interrupt, bouncers would be on their way. The last thing they needed was a drunken brawl.
"Shal,,, come back."
"Dude, she's not Shalimar." The molecular reiterated. Some how, he managed to pry the woman from Brennan's grasp. "You know that." The blonde man continued, trying to pull his teammate's focus.
"What the fuck," The elemental whispered. "Shal's,,,Shal's always runnin' off."
"Okay let's go." Jesse helped his friend up, swinging a thick arm around his neck for support. "Night's over. We're goin' in."
"Not the rock,,," he blurrily replied to Sanctuary. "I can't deal with Shal and Lex right now."
"Okay, okay. Let's just go."
Jesse was halfway to the door with his 'brother', whom kept calling to every dancer they passed. He was in the home stretch, and just at the door when another blonde just had to cross them. Brennan broke like a wild animal.
"Shall,,, where you goin' ?" Though intoxicated, he somehow had surprisingly stable coordination. Must be the Martial Arts, Jesse thought. Again he interrupted the slurred conversation, allowing the woman to escape. But this one wasn't over.
"Shalimar,,,"
"Your friend had to leave." A bouncer said purposely walking up too close. Jesse complied easily.
"Sure. We're going."
"Fuck off!" The elemental slurred into the man's face. "I was talkin' to my girlfriend."
"That woman doesn't know you, son." The large man's tone meant 'son' more so in disrespect. "You're harassing her."
"I'm not harassing N-E-BoD-E." Brennan continued into the man's face. Jesse's attempts to pull his arm, where getting nowhere.
"Dude!" The molecular demanded. "Let's go!"
"Shut up, Jess."
The bouncer stepped forward. "IF you and your friend don't get out, I'll put you out."
"I doubt you could do it." Jesse smirked. "But we're leaving."
"The hell we are." Brennan grinned sloppily. "I was talking to Shal, and YOU," A long finger poked into the bouncer's chest. "You interrupted me. Now I have to go find her,,, SHAL- I- MAR!!"
"Shit! Brennan, lets go!" Jesse snapped, finally pushing the man out the door. Somehow, he knew it was too little too late. He bouncer, accompanied by two other, followed them into the street. Jesse cursed under his breath, lugging the large man along. "Dude, just keep going."
"Whatever man. I'm not runnin' from flashlight cops."
"Just go!"
Jesse pushed his teammate up the better part of the block, constantly looking back to see the trio. Now, they wanted a fight. "Dude, no powers."
"What?" The elemental whispered. Alcohol was pumping in his veins now, mixed with adrenaline and the cold night air. Edginess crawled his spine in a dangerous curl. "No powers."
"You would get me into a fight." The molecular muttered. Mentally, he damned these 'guy's nights out.' If he COULD trust anything, it was Brennan's reflexes in a battle. "Here they come."
The dark man smiled, suddenly sobering at the reality. Footsteps increased on the pavement. "And here we go."
Before he could turn, Jesse's fist had landed in the first man's face. The elemental dodged past them before ducking at an oncoming swing. His elbow retaliated to the back of the man's head, knocking him downward. Brennan could sense the one behind him and again ducked before sending a foot into his stomach. He flew into the side of a dumpster, knocked out cold.
Jesse was dodging his own onslaught as they continued. Just missing a fist to his ribs, the molecular sent another punch into the man's chest. Rumbling echoed in the Mutant X members' ears as they finished the three men. Soon, they were only a pile of moans on the concrete. Jesse and Brennan stood back smirking.
"It's good to see you sober NOW." The molecular stated sarcastically.
Brennan could only smile. "I always 'straighten up' for a fight."
"So that's what you call it?"
"Dude," The elemental looked around. "I just lost my head for a minute. Mexican alcohol, what can I say?" He patted the man on the arm. "Let's walk. They'll get up soon."
Jesse found himself grinning before following the man towards their car. "We seriously have to talk about your tolerances."
"Whatever, man. Just not here, and definitely not at Sanctuary."
By: Sage360
Disclaimer: M-X, Don't own them. Enjoy!
Thank you for all the reviews, especially REDHEAD2! I love seeing you guys reflect your perspectives! Here is another installment. And PLEASE bear with me! This piece started as attempted to stop a writer's block for CLUBLIGHTS. It will get done before 2005, I promise!
This chapter is a little different. As you already know, I love pushing all the possibilities of a what-if situation, so let me know what you think. ^-^
INTERUPTED
Jesse could tell the alcohol was taking Brennan over. He would never get the answers about Adam.
Brennan leaned forward on the countertop, running a hand through his dark hair. In contemplation, he stared at the glasses lined up before him. Eight in a row, they begged the man to continue. But the lights soon flashed, pulling the man from his thoughts and out of the corner of his eye a curvy pair of tan legs began to strut the stage. The elemental was slowly coming back.
This dancer was jolting. A petite blonde with dangerous curves, she wrapped the pole like a missed lover, taking Brennan's gaze with her in the process. Jesse took one look and knew instantly what he saw. With liquor in his veins the dark haired man sat back, watching with a deadly interest, only seeing what he wanted to. She reminded him of the Feral.
But obviously, it wasn't Shalimar. Jesse could tell that this woman was a bottle blonde. Her eyes were crystal green and piercing through his friend. By movement alone, she could have been a feral. Her spine had a liquid fluidity, curving easily before every person in the club that night. What there was of her clothing seemed to dissolve from her skin, landing on the stage in a most silent gesture. Brennan mumbled under his breath and Jesse swore he heard him say 'Shal'.
"Brennan?" The molecular more so stated. "It's time to cut out the drinks. Lets-"
"No," the man muttered. His hand had reached into his jeans, pulling out a twenty for the dancer. With glittering eyes, she leaned over backwards from her hold on the pole, and took the bill with her teeth. The elemental smirked in defeat. "I can't go home."
"You mean you won't."
"Damn straight."
Jesse sat back, watching the man defiantly take another hit of the alcohol. Suddenly, it occurred to him just how blind Brennan was too his own oblivion. The dancer now seemed to only move for him, an action that had other occupants restless till more women came onto the stage. Readjusting in the chair, the elemental reached a hand out to her, helping the woman off stage- intent on getting a lap dance.
"Brennan." Jesse said for the millionth time. "You're out of it."
The elemental only smiled. However Jesse could see the mask of haze in his eyes. He was in his own world while still having a hand in their reality. "But I'll be out of it inside her." Brennan was only seeing whom he wanted to.
"Dude, she's not Shalimar. You do see that don't you?"
He didn't answer.
Beaten, the molecular sat back, taking another shot of his own drinks. Of all the outings the two has 'shared', none had ever ended like this. None had ever come close. On his own accord, the man known as Brennan Mulwray would leave the chosen establishment on his feet and with his right mind. Tonight, he simply didn't want to. Jesse could do nothing about it.
Just give him the time he mentally compromised. He'll come around. That was the way it had always been with his teammate. No matter how deep he or they got in, Brennan would always seem to surface first, and pull the other(s) up with him. Only now, with the woman curving in his face and between his thighs, surfacing was the last thing on his man. The man was begging to drown.
And all he wanted was Shalimar Fox.
"So fuckin' simple." Jesse muttered to himself. "Yeah, right."
Ten minutes later, the elemental had fed the stripper (Jesse couldn't remember her name) several large bills. With one arm on the chair, the other reached with perfect timing for each shot of Tequila. His eyes never left the woman, and his words had become a sporadic mutter to his teammate. The molecular, leaning into a propped up hand could only watch and not in approval. This one girl, though not quite, seemed to look a little too much like his 'sister'. Thoughts of the early conversation came back, and suddenly he needed another hit of alcohol.
With a hand shooting through his long hair, Kilmartin knew that if he didn't do something, Brennan would possibly sleep in his chair - or under the stripper. "Bren." He started, exhaling when the woman pulled away. She'd gotten what she wanted. Sparky, however had not.
"Where you goin?" He drunkenly muttered. Jesse knew Brennan could hold much more liquor than he'd taken in. The dark man grabbed the woman's arm in an attempt to pull her back.
"Bren. Let her go." Jesse warned. He knew the man wouldn't intentionally hurt her. But fear flashed in the green eyes, and he knew if he didn't interrupt, bouncers would be on their way. The last thing they needed was a drunken brawl.
"Shal,,, come back."
"Dude, she's not Shalimar." The molecular reiterated. Some how, he managed to pry the woman from Brennan's grasp. "You know that." The blonde man continued, trying to pull his teammate's focus.
"What the fuck," The elemental whispered. "Shal's,,,Shal's always runnin' off."
"Okay let's go." Jesse helped his friend up, swinging a thick arm around his neck for support. "Night's over. We're goin' in."
"Not the rock,,," he blurrily replied to Sanctuary. "I can't deal with Shal and Lex right now."
"Okay, okay. Let's just go."
Jesse was halfway to the door with his 'brother', whom kept calling to every dancer they passed. He was in the home stretch, and just at the door when another blonde just had to cross them. Brennan broke like a wild animal.
"Shall,,, where you goin' ?" Though intoxicated, he somehow had surprisingly stable coordination. Must be the Martial Arts, Jesse thought. Again he interrupted the slurred conversation, allowing the woman to escape. But this one wasn't over.
"Shalimar,,,"
"Your friend had to leave." A bouncer said purposely walking up too close. Jesse complied easily.
"Sure. We're going."
"Fuck off!" The elemental slurred into the man's face. "I was talkin' to my girlfriend."
"That woman doesn't know you, son." The large man's tone meant 'son' more so in disrespect. "You're harassing her."
"I'm not harassing N-E-BoD-E." Brennan continued into the man's face. Jesse's attempts to pull his arm, where getting nowhere.
"Dude!" The molecular demanded. "Let's go!"
"Shut up, Jess."
The bouncer stepped forward. "IF you and your friend don't get out, I'll put you out."
"I doubt you could do it." Jesse smirked. "But we're leaving."
"The hell we are." Brennan grinned sloppily. "I was talking to Shal, and YOU," A long finger poked into the bouncer's chest. "You interrupted me. Now I have to go find her,,, SHAL- I- MAR!!"
"Shit! Brennan, lets go!" Jesse snapped, finally pushing the man out the door. Somehow, he knew it was too little too late. He bouncer, accompanied by two other, followed them into the street. Jesse cursed under his breath, lugging the large man along. "Dude, just keep going."
"Whatever man. I'm not runnin' from flashlight cops."
"Just go!"
Jesse pushed his teammate up the better part of the block, constantly looking back to see the trio. Now, they wanted a fight. "Dude, no powers."
"What?" The elemental whispered. Alcohol was pumping in his veins now, mixed with adrenaline and the cold night air. Edginess crawled his spine in a dangerous curl. "No powers."
"You would get me into a fight." The molecular muttered. Mentally, he damned these 'guy's nights out.' If he COULD trust anything, it was Brennan's reflexes in a battle. "Here they come."
The dark man smiled, suddenly sobering at the reality. Footsteps increased on the pavement. "And here we go."
Before he could turn, Jesse's fist had landed in the first man's face. The elemental dodged past them before ducking at an oncoming swing. His elbow retaliated to the back of the man's head, knocking him downward. Brennan could sense the one behind him and again ducked before sending a foot into his stomach. He flew into the side of a dumpster, knocked out cold.
Jesse was dodging his own onslaught as they continued. Just missing a fist to his ribs, the molecular sent another punch into the man's chest. Rumbling echoed in the Mutant X members' ears as they finished the three men. Soon, they were only a pile of moans on the concrete. Jesse and Brennan stood back smirking.
"It's good to see you sober NOW." The molecular stated sarcastically.
Brennan could only smile. "I always 'straighten up' for a fight."
"So that's what you call it?"
"Dude," The elemental looked around. "I just lost my head for a minute. Mexican alcohol, what can I say?" He patted the man on the arm. "Let's walk. They'll get up soon."
Jesse found himself grinning before following the man towards their car. "We seriously have to talk about your tolerances."
"Whatever, man. Just not here, and definitely not at Sanctuary."