Post by Jack McArthur on Feb 18, 2008 0:35:46 GMT -5
" WHAT...THE...BLOODY...HELL! "
The loud roar from echoed through the club. Jack jumped, and his stool slammed right on to the floor. Great just great, his good pants were ruin even more. Attention from the whole club, and wet pants. This wasn't the sort of reputation Jack wanted from the public. He quickly turned around, facing his back to the unknown people in the club, and his front hidden by the counter. Now in rage, Jack turned his attention away from his good damp pants, and on to the Jenkins.
" What the fucking hell are your problems. Fuck..... l don't need this sort of thing tonight. Fuck fuck fuck. "
Wow, Jack was very repetitive that night. He stormed over to these fools, and slammed his arm right down on the bench, right next to the Jenkins, trying to get the bar keeps attention.
" Barkeep, give me your hottest water. "
The bar keep answer with a shrug, and made his way into the back. Tap, tap, tap. Jack's finger started to become annoying, but he needed something to help him ignore the two fools, who were now next to him, on the left. Three minuets later the barkeep came out, with a glass, filled to the top with hot water. The barkeep placed the glass in front of Jack.
" Thanks. "
Jack dipped his finger into the glass of water. Nice and hot. He picked up to the glass, and held it over Lester's head. Three..Two..One. With one flick of the wrist, Jack tipped the glass over Lester's head. The boiling water reacted with gravity, and went all over Lester.
" Ohh.....sorry. "
The loud roar from echoed through the club. Jack jumped, and his stool slammed right on to the floor. Great just great, his good pants were ruin even more. Attention from the whole club, and wet pants. This wasn't the sort of reputation Jack wanted from the public. He quickly turned around, facing his back to the unknown people in the club, and his front hidden by the counter. Now in rage, Jack turned his attention away from his good damp pants, and on to the Jenkins.
" What the fucking hell are your problems. Fuck..... l don't need this sort of thing tonight. Fuck fuck fuck. "
Wow, Jack was very repetitive that night. He stormed over to these fools, and slammed his arm right down on the bench, right next to the Jenkins, trying to get the bar keeps attention.
" Barkeep, give me your hottest water. "
The bar keep answer with a shrug, and made his way into the back. Tap, tap, tap. Jack's finger started to become annoying, but he needed something to help him ignore the two fools, who were now next to him, on the left. Three minuets later the barkeep came out, with a glass, filled to the top with hot water. The barkeep placed the glass in front of Jack.
" Thanks. "
Jack dipped his finger into the glass of water. Nice and hot. He picked up to the glass, and held it over Lester's head. Three..Two..One. With one flick of the wrist, Jack tipped the glass over Lester's head. The boiling water reacted with gravity, and went all over Lester.
" Ohh.....sorry. "
