_sabretooth_ (_sabretooth_) wrote in no_good_deed, @ 2010-12-18 07:42:00 |
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Current music: | My Neck, My Back(Dirty Version): Khia |
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Who: Sabretooth (OTA)
Where: Some seedy, and we’re talkin’ trashy, strip club
When: Saturday night
Why: Making a pit stop on his road trip to find Logan
Rating: Well…we are talking strippers, drinking, murder(maybe) guess we’ll go R on this one.
It wasn’t a classy joint. The girls here would do just about anything for a dollar. While some men might hold their noses a little higher when they realized that, men like Creed were overjoyed. A self degrading woman didn’t make ‘im feel bad or want ta help her, make her see how much better she truly was, there was only one thing a man like Victor wanted ta do to a girl like that.
His humanity vanished a long time ago, he'd never tried to hunt it down and get it back. Like a cat soaking in the heat of a warm ray of sun, Victor was completely comfortable with the soulless beast he was.
He felt no guilt. He never stopped to question if something was right or wrong. To him it didn’t exist. The choices he made, the lives he took, were all based on if he felt like it or not, not if it was the right or wrong thing to do. His decisions were ruled largely by instinct. A dark, primal instinct that had no inkling about what morals were.
Right now his instinct was tellin’ him that the raunchy minx on stage three might just do the job fer the night. When he was done with her Creed would slap a shiny red bow on her head, leavin’ the remains fer Logan ta find. N' he would. Might be a newspaper clippin' or a news story, one way or another he wanted to make sure Jimmy knew he was still out there. N' he hadn't forgot about him. It'd been awhile since he'd made his presence known.
His thick, sharp talon rolled around the edge of the glass. Next to the tumbler of bourbon was the bottle of bourbon. Just a hair over half way gone. Given his size no one thought twice about letting him have the whole thing to himself. If they had, he would have just cleared the room of any objections and had a private show with these fine women of the night. That idea was soundin’ more and more appealin’ by the second. Way this girls legs hugged that pole made him growl, a wicked sneer maiming his face as his putrid black eyes devoured her from the edge of the stage where he sat. She wouldn’t look him in the eyes as she pranced around the stage rippin’ her clothes off to the tasteless rap music. The few times she had let her gaze slip in his direction the fear rolling offa her made his hellish smile get bigger.