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Chapter seven

Vinnie whistled at his bike and they drove to the only bar on Mars. Inside, he was greeted by some old friends. Vinnie, still agitated from the conversation and his punishment, quickly greeted them back and sneaked to the bar. He ordered a big glass full with Martian Liquor and sat at the bar next to a young, female mouse. Vinnie looked at her from the corner of his eye. Her fur had the colour of caramel and she had long, black hair witch was tied in a messy bun. She wore a tight pants and biker boots. Above that, a big black sweater. Casual clothing, but with her curves.. really sexy. She looked at Vinnie and he saw big, green eyes, sparkling.. Vinnie swallowed. Those eyes… the same colour like Charley's. He could feel his chest tighten and he ordered another drink.
The girl looked at him again. "Either you are really thirsty or you really need to get drunk", she said with a low, husky voice.
Vinnie almost drowned in her eyes, but he gave himself a mental shake. Stop it, loverboy, before you have the next lady you can fail.
"I'm just really thirsty", he said and looked away. But the presence of the girl was hard to ignore. Vinnie suddenly got an idea. He really needed a good lay, so why not? No mushy, romantic stuff, but rough sex and after that… nothing.
"Can I buy you a drink, doll?", he asked with his most charming smile.
It worked. It always worked. The girl smiled back. "Sure, why not?"

After an hour they were both very drunk.
"I really need some fresh air" and the girl stumbled to the door.
"Let me help you, sweetheart", and Vinnie hooked his arm into hers. They both made it outside, but then the girl tripped and dragged Vinnie with her in her fall. She ended on her back with Vinnie on top off her.
"Umpf, not really comfortable", she puffed under Vinnie's weight. He pushed himself up on his elbows so the girl was able to breathe.
"I can make this very comfortable if you want, doll", and he wiggled his eyebrows. The girl laughed, a husky sound.
"Well, show me hot stuff."
That was all the encouragement Vinnie needed. He pressed his lips on hers, and it ended in a very passionable kiss. They broke apart for their need for air.
"Let's go, sweetheart", and Vinnie helped the girl on her feet. He whistled for his bike, jumped on it and wrapped his tail around the waist of the girl. He gently placed her behind him, trying very hard not to think about Charley. The bike drove them back to the base and they stumbled through the hallway to Vinnie's room.
"We must be very quiet, because I'm not allowed to bring company without telling the general."
The girl giggled. "You are a very naughty boy, aren't you?"
"Oh, you don't know the half off it", and Vinnie scooped her in his arms en pressed her against the wall. He kissed her passionately and looked into her beautiful eyes. Those eyes… He pressed himself against her, his hands flying over her body.

The sudden sound of footsteps made him stop and he looked at the end of the hallway. There was Modo, with a surprised look on his face to find two mice almost making out in the middle of the hallway. But when he recognized Vinnie, he wasn't really surprised anymore. Modo smiled to himself.
Vinnie looked at him, putting his finger before his mouth.
"Ssshh big fella, you haven't seen us", and he dragged the girl to his room. The door shut with a loud bang.
Modo shook his head, he couldn't help but smile over his youngest bro. He walked to the cafeteria and joined Throttle and Stoker.
"What was all that noise?", Throttle asked curiously.
Modo smiled again. "A drunken Vinnie with some company."
Throttle and Stoker laughed.
"No surprise there", Throttle said, while shaking his head.
"That punk really has a way with the ladies, huh? Don't tell him I've said that." Stoker took a sip from his drink. "But without joking, how is he holding up?"
Throttle sighed. "As you can see for yourself, not good. He is holding up a act, pretending that he is doing okay. But he isn't. I never saw him so upset like he was that day. Of course, he always has been hard to control, but this time, he just snapped. I did everything I could do to stop him, but it was no worth. And now he is pushing everything and everybody away, and there is nothing I can do. I can't force him to talk about how he feels."
Stoker give him a pat on the back. "No worries Throttle, it is not your fault. Let's just hope that Vinnie comes around and stops acting like he is doing fine. But like you said, we can't force him. We'll just have to wait and see."
Throttle and Modo agreed, knowing that they didn't have a choice. Forcing Vinnie will have the opposite effect, that was something they'd learned the hard way. They dropped the subject and talked about Mars, war and the Freedom Fighters. It was a nice and peaceful evening.. Well, at least for some of them.

Vinnie woke up at six. He slowly opened his eyes and could feel a pounding headache already. He looked around his room. His clothes were lying everywhere, furniture was moved or upside down. He stared at the scene before him and wondered if he was robbed or something. But then, it all came back. The girl with the green eyes, the hot steaming sex.
"Whoa", Vinnie moaned. How could he possibly forget that? It was one of the best nights of his life, and that was saying something. What could he say, the ladies digged him.
Vinnie noticed he was alone in the room. The girl already left. Good, he thought. That was gonna make things a lot easier. Just another meaningless one night stand. But a good one, he had to admit. There was something about this girl that gave him a weird feeling. Almost like he already knew her his entire life. But that was impossible. He was sure that he would remember her if he had met her before. He didn't even know her name. Well, that's probably for the best.
Suddenly, the pain in his chest came back in full force. Charley… He squeezed his eyes. How was it possible, that four days after she died, he lay here thinking about the girl from last night?
"Men, talk about being insensitive", he growled and he let his mind wonder to the times they had with Charley. How she helped them upgrade their bikes, or going undercover and got caught almost every time. How many times did he save her? Too many times. Vinnie smiled, thinking about how stubborn she was. Always on the front row to help in a fight, and they always trying to protect her. Oh god, he missed her so much.
He almost fell asleep again, but then he remembered his task.
"Ah man, fuck my life", and he dragged himself out of bed. He stumbled to the bathroom, feeling sick to his stomach. He really gotta lay of the alcohol. He looked in the mirror and flexed his muscles. By doing that, he felt something sting on his back. Vinnie turned around and saw scratch marks on his back. He stared at them.
"Well, I'm glad she enjoyed it too. Now I have to wear a t-shirt, dammit".
He took a quick shower and removed the bandage from his arm. The wound looked good and the stitches had survived his wild night.
He put on his khaki pants from the Freedom Fighters and a black shirt. Over the shirt his bandoliers. He tied his bandana around his neck and put his gun in a holster on his right leg. A quick glance in the mirror learned him that he was looking good as always. He put on his boots (after a search through the room) and left his room.

Vinnie walked to the cafeteria and the smell of food made him even more nauseous. He took a bottle of water and searched the room. He saw Throttle and Modo and walked over to them.
"Soooo, loverboy, did you sleep well?", Modo asked innocent. When Vinnie took his seat, he gave Modo a dirty look, but didn't say anything.
Throttle smiled. "Yeah, and why are you wearing a shirt, Vin man?"
Vinnie sighed but still said nothing. He opened his bottle water and drank it empty.
"Aahh that's better. My head is killing me", he complained.
"Yeah well, maybe you gotta lay off the alcohol, Vinnie", Throttle answered, pulling on Vincents ear.
"Aautsj, easy on the merchandise Throttle!", Vinnie yelped. Modo and Throttle just laughed.
Vinnie looked annoyed. "I get no respect here."
Modo patted him on the back and Vinnie tried not to flinch, but failed. Modo looked at him curiously, but decided to say nothing.
"So, bro's… what are you going to do today?", Vinnie asked.
"We are going on a patrol, to check out an Plutarkian hideout", Throttle answered.
"Aahh man, and I'm stuck here and miss out all the fun", Vinnie growled and slammed his fist on the table. His empty bottle bounced up and hit Modo full on the nose.
"Oops, sorry bro", Vinnie smiled sheepishly.
Modo glared at him and punched Vinnie on his arm. Vinnie punched back and before anyone could react to avoid it, another wrestling session started.
Throttle tried to settle it down. "Bro's, bro's! Take it easy or take it outside!"
Modo and Vinnie didn't listen. Carbine marched into the cafeteria.
"MODO! VINNIE! Cut it out!", she demanded. "You guys are destroying half the building!"
Modo and Vinnie untangled themselfs.
"Sorry, Carbine ma'am", Modo blushed. Vinnie could only smile. He was lying on his belly and his shirt was moved in the fight. The red scratch marks on his back were very clear to see now.
"AHA!", Modo yelled cheerful. "So that is the reason you are wearing a shirt. So it was that kind of night, huh?"
Throttle tried to hide his smile. Vinnie jumped on his feet and pulled back his shirt with red cheeks. But before he could say anything, Carbine pulled on his tail.
"Come on Vinnie, to my office. Your group is waiting for you."
Vinnie followed and waved at his bro's. Throttle and Modo watched him leave the room.
"I wonder if Carbine is gonna give him a hard time about last night", Modo wondered out loud.
Throttle shrugged. "Who knows? Knowing Carbine, she will. Let's go, big fella."

They left the room to find the rest of the patrol group waiting in the massive garage. When everybody was on his bike, all engines started. Throttle checked if everybody was ready and gave the signal.
"Let's rock… and ride!" and the group drove out into the desert, with a cloud of dust behind them.

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