"Oh, owww! That hurts!" I groaned. Stupid nose. Stupid Whore. Stupid Russel. Stupid 2d. Stupid WORLD. Oww. My nose. I need a drink. Natures best medicine. Ya, I could go for some shots. And Whiskey. Local pub, here I come.
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"Murdoc? The hell are you' doin' 'ere? Oh, you can' just leave me in peace, is tha' it?" Wow is this bird really that conceded? Sweet satan. I gestured to the bartender, and he imeadiatly brought me a scotch. My usual. I sat few seats from Paula. She kept looking at me, it was kinda freaking me out. I finally snapped. " The 'ell you lookin' at, slut?" She reddened at the insult, but came fighting. " A gigantic freak show, Muds." I hissed, using my tongue to freak her out. Girls got good comebacks, I'll give her that. Like I said, she's a good lay, just too big a mouth. Ha, she was a good lay. I'll admit, one of my best. Paula looked at me, and scooted a stool closer to me. "I met wha' I said. I do feel something fo' you. I know you feel the same..." That's when I cut her off. "How do you know? I could be just mind-fucking you." "But your not. You know, Muds, you are a pretty easy person to read. I see the passion in your eyes." I just looked at her. Was I really that open? Wow. I really need to work on that. " You caught me. Lets toast. To our stupid feelings." She smiled, and raised her glass.