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"Grimson"

Another glass of Grimson sat on the bar… ready to make it’s way to the liver or brain. Noevo wrapped his callused hands around the glass and threw the contents to the back of his throat. Without looking up, he ordered the glass to be refilled [Grimson of course]

The bartender was a man who blamed his lack of success in life on everything but himself. He blamed others for his failures and found sugar to be bitter additive in his coffee. He had almost been banned at SG more than once and could never articulate his pain in a way that would result in anything other than sound clubbing by the members of SG. Life sucked. He filled the shot glass with Grimson.

Mouse was looking good [as always]. Although it was a dirty bar in what some called the armpit of the world, Mouse found comfort in a very primitive way. She liked being the only woman in the place and it showed in the way she moved around the large room. Her seductive movements caught the eye of a mysterious stranger hidden in the shadows at the far end of the room. His eyes followed her every move.

Noevo threw the second drink to the back of his throat and as his shot glass hit the table, he demanded that it be filled. At that exact moment… the bartender decided to vent all his pinned up hostilities at Noevo in a final attempt to set his life on the right road. The dark stranger in the corner noticed mouse move in his direction and also noticed the low cut of her dress. It was spring time in the rockies and everything was coming up roses.

As Mouse neared the stranger, she suddenly recognized him as her old lover “Grimson”. As Grimson’s eyes were filled with the pure majesty of the rocky mountains, he suddenly recognized Mouse as the one who told him the next time she saw him he’d be singing with two less boys in his package. The bartender didn’t poor the Grimson. Noevo yelled “more Grimson” at the same time Mouse recognized her lover Grimson and yelled “Grimson”. It was like an echo from hell.

Grimson jumped from his table with both hands protecting his package. The bartender grabbed the bottle of Grimson and took a swing at Noevo. Mouse grabbed Grimson by his neck as Noevo grabbed the neck of the bottle of Grimson. Mouse and Noevo were neck and neck with Grimson. Grimson crashed to the floor as the pressure around his neck stopped the flow of blood to his brain. The other Grimson found it’s way to the side of the head of the bartender. Mouse and Noevo stood alone in the bar with Grimson at their feet.

The End.

That’s not a good ending. Lets have Mouse and Noevo head off to a cheap hotel for a little [your wife talks in her sleep Noevo] one-on-one. In addition… lets have Grimson [after he collects himself] bust into the hotel room and be shocked as he’s invited as part of a threesome. Yep that’s it.

The End