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Darth Loki Megatron IV Jr. Jr. : And me too!
*pushed the crazed fan away* I hope you enjoy this next chapter!
Special Thanks to My Beta Reader, Kipp Antonymous Warner. I couldn't have done it without you!
Las Vegas, the City of Sin...a place of excitement and fun. Or a place of torture, thought Jackie. Wiping the counter, Jacqueline Katherine Moore (commonly known as "Jackie") wondered where her life went wrong. She grew up in a quiet part of Miami with her parents and younger sister. She even attended at the Dade Medical College. Now, she was stuck working in a third class bar, trying to pay the rent. How did I get here? wondered Jackie.
Suddenly, a group of washed up people stumbled into Joey's Bar & Grill. Abandoning her musings, Jackie examined the group. There were two men and three women, all dressed in ridiculous green leprechaun costumes. However, Jackie wasn't surprised, given that it was St. Patrick's Day. One of the two days of the year (the other being New Year's Eve) which brought large masses of idiots into a bar to get drunk. The group swayed dangerously to and fro, laughing stupidly at anything, sometimes absolutely nothing. When they ordered a round of shots, Jackie rolled her eyes. "Another puke fest coming up," she muttered as she snatched their drinks. Working since 11 P.M., Jackie had been swamped with orders of beers, margaritas, vodkas, bloody marys, scotch, grasshoppers, and every drink one could possibly imagine. She had no time to ponder upon her failed life. Jackie glanced at the clock. Her shift didn't end till six in the morning...and it was only 2 A.M.
With a sickening noise, Jackie's greatest fear was fulfilled; one of the chicks threw-up on the newly mopped floor. The bartender grimaced. "Great," she groaned, "This day couldn't possibly get any worse."
Before Jackie could clean the mess, one of the drunkards winked at her. "Hey, swee'hear'. Can ya g've a lone'y guy a kiss?"
Jackie shuddered. His breath was awful and the aroma of liquor hung about him. The dude was definitely wasted. With a grunt, Jackie replied, "Sure. Just jump off a cliff, asshole."
The man just gawked his glassy eyes at her, still not fully comprehending what the short woman had told him. Once he understood her meaning, his expression faltered to drunken disbelief. "Bu' swee'hear'!" he said loudly, his hands landing on the counter with a slap. "Y'u can't tal' ta m-...tal' ta me-e li'e...li'e-..." The man wobbled on his feel for a moment, tipping every which way, and then his eyes rolled back into his skull.
Before he could finish his sentence, he fell onto the floor with a thud. Stepping over his unconsciousness body, Jackie grunted, "Sweet dreams, pervert."
Grabbing a mop and bucket, she started to clean the chick's puke on the floor. Wiping a strand of blond hair from her ice blue eyes, Jackie grumbled angrily, "Why can't that bitch clean her own shit?"
After wiping up the last bit of digested chunks and putrid bile, Jackie strode past the counter. Her coworker, Danny Rheinhart, was washing some of the of margarita glasses. Tall and unusually skinny, Danny was one of Jackie's few friends. His hair was shaggy and mangled while his eyes were a chocolate color. With his large glasses covering his dark freckles, Danny reminded Jackie of a shy nerd. He was an excellent listener and never asked unnecessary questions. Noticing Jackie's presence, Danny glanced at her, then looked shyly away. "Another-...um..mess?" he stuttered.
Jackie's face darkened with anger. With his brown eyes glued to the tips of his shoes, Danny muttered, "That bad, huh?"
Snatching alcoholic ingredients, Jackie nodded with furiously. Worried about his coworker, Danny whispered, "Jackie, wh-what are you...ah, doing?"
Pouring the contents into a glass, the barmaid snapped, "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm getting a drink!"
Danny shook his head and continued his task.
Almost there.
Immediately after Thor left his cell, Loki started fiddling with the lock on his wrist with the scrap of metal, resolving to escape that day. He did not know how long he had worked on the lock, but after a while it released with a quiet click. Loki smiled. With an arm free, he started on his other wrist. Soon, both hands were unbound. After he released his legs, Loki lay on the cold, stone flooring for a minute, letting his muscles relax after being held in one strenuous position for a long time. He closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. The coolness of the floor beneath made him feel in control again, it comforted him, and nearly lulled him into a sleep. But before his mind drifted off, his eyes snapped open and he stood, walking over to one of the walls of the prison. He placed his warm palms on the cool surface, feeling it for any weakness, for any possible way out. There was none. With a growl of frustration, the god of mischief pounded his fists onto the stone wall. No way out? There had to be a way out! How else would have Thor strode in with his high morals? Calming his enraged mind, Loki devised a new plan of escape. Remembering that the guards knew nothing of his lack of chains, Loki leaned beside where he thought the door was. "When the guards arrive to take me to the cursed tree," thought Loki, "I will knock them out and make my leave." With an ominous smirk, he sat in the middle of the floor, patiently waiting for the time to strike.
Whew! And there's chapter two! Please tell me what do you think in a review!