|Benthesikymê | Βενθεσικυμη (deep_swell) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2012-12-04 23:30:00
|Entry tags:||benthesikyme, briareos|
Who: Benthesikyme & Open
What: Wave goddess out making waves
When: Tuesday night
Where: Dive bar somewhere
Warnings: Drinking, language, violence, homophobic slurs, anything else, TBD
When Benthesikyme got bored, bad things tended to happen. She might have been weak in terms of making literal waves, but she was more than a match for any human. Even if drunken fray boys tended to think she was a mere slip of a thing.
Tonight, Rhode had gone back to her husband, and she was left to sit alone and stare at the TV. Vicodin was busy doing something with his aunts, and he was coming over tomorrow, but she wanted something to do now. Fight or fuck, it didn't really matter. And there was a dive bar about half a mile from her apartment that would do the job nicely.
She got a cab, heading inside once she'd arrived and ordering a whiskey double, neat. Slamming it back, she got a second one and started scanning the room. There were a couple of good prospects, and she was very persistent. (Not to the point of her father, though. She did know how to listen to a definite no.) There was a smoking redheaded by the bar, and she walked up and introduced herself. They got to talking, and Benth had asked if she wanted to go back to her place. The girl didn't even have a chance to say anything before a man was pulling her next to him and saying, "Fuck no, bitch. She's mine and she's not a dyke."
Benthesikyme just raised an eyebrow at him. "Wow, what a narrow-minded little caveman you are. I'd just like to point out: I had no fucking idea you even existed."
"Stupid bitch," he growled, lifting his arm to shove her away and leave. She caught his arm before it could make contact, bending the wrist backward until he whimpered and tried to twist away.
"I wasn't even talking to you," she said calmly. "Didn't your mother ever teach you it's rude to interrupt a lady?" She kept bending until he was on his knees looking up at her, then pushed his hand away.
"Sweetie, if you ever change your mind, I'll be here," she told the girl, slapping some money onto the bar and heading for the door. Or she was, but she was yanked back inside by the caveman. "Bitch, I'm not fucking done with you," he said as he hauled her inside by her hair, throwing her against the bar.
There was a storm in the goddess' eyes as she looked up at him from her position half-draped over the bar. "Bitch, I was done with you before I even walked in here," she growled, right before she launched herself at him. They were soon nothing more than a dark blur with flesh-colored flashes, rolling around on the ground and doing their best to hurt the other.