Chapitre 1: The Beginning of the Night
From the top of the pole I watch her go down
She got me throwin' my money around
Ain't nothin' more beautiful to be found
It's goin' down down
"Remind me again why we are at this..human club?" a sultry voice left a man's lips. He was annoyed about many things and the club was just one of them. Maroon eyes glared at those dancing around him. His rugged jaw rested in his hand, his elbow propped up on the bar.
Hey, shawty must know I'm the man
My money love her like her number one fan
Don't open my mouth, let her talk to my fans
My Benjamin Franklins
"Celebrating Rodrick! Our last night without working with these...creatures on a daily bases. I hope I get a hot one." a bored voice growled. "I won't be getting one of these flies as a partner Mith." the bartender slammed their beers on the bar. "Ya know...us flies can hear ya." the bartender glared before turning away to other customers. "Fat fuck!" Mith laughed. Rodrick downed his beer.
Yeah, I'm spendin' my money, I'm out of control
Somebody help me she takin' my bank roll
But I'm king of the club and I'm wearin' the crown
Poppin' these bottles, touchin' these models
Watchin' they asses go down down
"At least they have good alcohol." Rodrick mumbled. Mith went to respond but was caught off by a woman squeezing her way in between them. "Hey Dom! Another round of shots more my table please! Make it pickle shots!" the woman ordered. "Hey bitch! Wanna move?!" Mith looked at her. The woman turned to him her blues meeting his gray ones. "I do wanna move. In a specific way. But...I dont think you would be much fun." she gave him a small pat on his head before she turned, her auburn hair hitting him in the face. Rodrick held back a laugh as the woman turned to him. "Now your friend over here..." her freckled covered pale hand grabbed his tie and wrapped it around her hand. "He looks like the kind of fun I could have." she pulled him close to her face and licked up his neck to his ear before letting him go. "Rickey. leave the demons alone." the bartender placed her shots on the bar. She gave them and gave Rodrick a wink as she walked away. "Hey...Hey!" Mith snapped his fingers in front of Rodricks face as he watched the human walk away. "Now Mith...I've never had a human make the first move." his eyes flashed with lust. "No no no! We made a deal!" "Sorry Mith...but I've gotta know more about what that tongue can do." Rodrick stood up from his bar and grabbed his suit jacket, swinging it over his shoulder.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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