Re: Digger & Izzy
That chemical cocktail was a pricey one to be sure; a heavy dose of Shok lighting up his nerves while forcing him to become so very alert and awake, the dose of Score just sending a cloud of euphoria across the man's body and brain, the Slo-Mo pill sparking up his neural pathways and causing the world around him to seeming slow to a crawl, BoF gelcap chaser further flooding his brain with the sweet chemicals that had his sex drive and sensitivity through the roof...to the point where the slightest feel of her arm on his thigh had the cop feeling so very good.
Most folks picked maybe one or two drugs to use, but Dig took the whole mix of injections and pills every weekend. Yet when morning came he'd be perfectly fine thanks to using Clean Slate. It was a pricey vice to be sure, but quite an enjoyable one too. In silence Riley leaned back a little; content to let the drugs take over while his kitten kept him company. Oh both would end up fucking like rabbits on speed for a few hours at least; thanks to the drugs pumping through his system. Still for the moment he merely laid back a bit and let the music wash over him.
The staff and gang members there knew better than to interrupt the two, especially when Digger was high as hell. However apparently there were still a few around the club that hadn't gotten that message. When the man approached the booth Dig just let out a soft sigh, yet it wasn't until the drunk douche bag made a pass at Izzy that Conners finally opened his eyes. Oh no one could blame the guy for desiring the dancer. After all she was breathtaking to behold. Still as the man with ponytail spoke to her about wanting a 'private dance' things started to spin wildly out of control. In truth Dig was calm and collected; even while high as hell, and the corrupt cop would've been perfectly fine letting the guy just walk away if he had been smart enough to take no for an answer.
However after being turned down the drunk patron reached out to roughly grab Izzy's arm, yet before she could be pulled away from the booth Digger was already on the move. Even drugged up his speed and power were still quite deadly, thanks to the implants he had had installed over the years. Before the poor fucker could even react Riley was on his feet; grabbing the douche bag by the back of his head and slamming the man's skull onto the top of the table. With a cry of pain the interloper went limp, still alive and moaning, but dazed as hell. "I'll be right back, kitten." Dig offered no additional words, and instead merely dragged the guy outside by the hair. Four minutes later the cop returned to the booth, letting out another sigh as he sat down again...oblivious to the bits of splattered blood now clinging to his sweater and face.