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charisstomaFB3X Drabble Cascade #15 - Toys
Tell me why I couldn't come up with sparkly happy or sexy with this. *sighs*
I really detest reality shows.
MEEP read the tags.
Title: And the Next Reality Show Is…. (m/VVV, horror)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 594
Prompt: Toys
The music was loud, the lights low, and the air smoky inspite of local health regulations. Bobby had a reason for being here or he wouldn’t be in the bar, The Lonely Nymph. If you looked at the sign out front and the detailing above the bar you knew what the nymph was lonely for and it wasn’t for lack of business. You could say it stuck out bold as his brass balls. The clientele were said to be rough in all senses and of the paranormal kind. Bobby was here for the atmosphere. The media corporation wanted a new reality show, Bobby was scouting for ideas.
Paranormal was big this year. There were fictional shows with werewolves and witches and ghosts and vampires and zombies. He’d rolled his eyes, when his boss wasn’t looking, as the execs had named them off. That was before they threw in a few series names that investigated paranormal beings. They wanted something new and then one of the execs looked right at Bobby, sizing him up, with the words The Lonely Nymph dribbling from his mouth. Dribbling was the right word. The guy’s face looked a little dead but maybe he’d tied one on last night because he had that green cast a good hangover will give.
“What can I get you sweet cheeks and if you spread ‘em I can deliver.”
‘Oh God save me, there’s no way that would make it past the censors.’
The hand that came across the bar gently cupped his chin, moving it up and down, while a thumb tenderly traced his lips. “Mouth like this needs something in it. I’m sure I’ve got something I’d be more than happy to give you … on the bar for the first round, all other rounds you got to find for yourself, I’m a working stiff.”
Bobby had been frantically scanning the lists of drinks available, conveniently posted between the Nymph’s legs, over the bar. Drinks whose names went like; Vampire’s Kiss, Vampire’s Juice, Virgin Whore, Violent Fuck, there were Voodoo drinks ending with dew, doll, lady and sunrise, there was Warm Witch’s Blood, a Well Greased Dwarf, a Wicked Apple, a Wolfsbane, a White Witch, a Yellow Bellied Sapsucker, and 6 varieties of Zombies*.
He asked, “What’s in a Vampire?”
And got a laughing, “blood mostly but the drink is raspberry liqueur, vodka, and cranberry juice.”
‘Okay, he could handle that one.’ He should have thought about what it would sound like when spoken, he realized his mistake as soon as it left his mouth, “I’ll have a Vampire then.”
Closed mouth smiles broadened as three Vampires ambled towards him. “Wait, I didn’t pay for it yet. I’ve changed my mind.”
“I’m so sorry but you aren’t the one paying,” the bartender smirked, “they are.” He turned to the vampires, “third door on the left is open. You know the rules; no killing, you clean up the mess and he has to be able to walk at least semi-straight,” The Lonely Nymph erupted into laughter. “That CEO from Media World is having him over for dinner tomorrow.”
The bartender looked over at Bobby, “I’d say I’m sorry kid but I’m not. Mr. Fleshman sends a lot of business this way and he likes his meals played with or shall we say tenderized first. Some paranormal was always going to get you whatever you picked but you’ll get your moment of fame. There’s cameras in there to record everything for some new reality show they’re thinking about on TV.” He leered, "Make it believable."
*Yes those drinks exist. http://www.1001cocktails.com/recipes/cocktails/cocktails_list.php3?&letter=C
Tell me why I couldn't come up with sparkly happy or sexy with this. *sighs*
I really detest reality shows.
MEEP read the tags.
Title: And the Next Reality Show Is…. (m/VVV, horror)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 594
Prompt: Toys
The music was loud, the lights low, and the air smoky inspite of local health regulations. Bobby had a reason for being here or he wouldn’t be in the bar, The Lonely Nymph. If you looked at the sign out front and the detailing above the bar you knew what the nymph was lonely for and it wasn’t for lack of business. You could say it stuck out bold as his brass balls. The clientele were said to be rough in all senses and of the paranormal kind. Bobby was here for the atmosphere. The media corporation wanted a new reality show, Bobby was scouting for ideas.
Paranormal was big this year. There were fictional shows with werewolves and witches and ghosts and vampires and zombies. He’d rolled his eyes, when his boss wasn’t looking, as the execs had named them off. That was before they threw in a few series names that investigated paranormal beings. They wanted something new and then one of the execs looked right at Bobby, sizing him up, with the words The Lonely Nymph dribbling from his mouth. Dribbling was the right word. The guy’s face looked a little dead but maybe he’d tied one on last night because he had that green cast a good hangover will give.
“What can I get you sweet cheeks and if you spread ‘em I can deliver.”
‘Oh God save me, there’s no way that would make it past the censors.’
The hand that came across the bar gently cupped his chin, moving it up and down, while a thumb tenderly traced his lips. “Mouth like this needs something in it. I’m sure I’ve got something I’d be more than happy to give you … on the bar for the first round, all other rounds you got to find for yourself, I’m a working stiff.”
Bobby had been frantically scanning the lists of drinks available, conveniently posted between the Nymph’s legs, over the bar. Drinks whose names went like; Vampire’s Kiss, Vampire’s Juice, Virgin Whore, Violent Fuck, there were Voodoo drinks ending with dew, doll, lady and sunrise, there was Warm Witch’s Blood, a Well Greased Dwarf, a Wicked Apple, a Wolfsbane, a White Witch, a Yellow Bellied Sapsucker, and 6 varieties of Zombies*.
He asked, “What’s in a Vampire?”
And got a laughing, “blood mostly but the drink is raspberry liqueur, vodka, and cranberry juice.”
‘Okay, he could handle that one.’ He should have thought about what it would sound like when spoken, he realized his mistake as soon as it left his mouth, “I’ll have a Vampire then.”
Closed mouth smiles broadened as three Vampires ambled towards him. “Wait, I didn’t pay for it yet. I’ve changed my mind.”
“I’m so sorry but you aren’t the one paying,” the bartender smirked, “they are.” He turned to the vampires, “third door on the left is open. You know the rules; no killing, you clean up the mess and he has to be able to walk at least semi-straight,” The Lonely Nymph erupted into laughter. “That CEO from Media World is having him over for dinner tomorrow.”
The bartender looked over at Bobby, “I’d say I’m sorry kid but I’m not. Mr. Fleshman sends a lot of business this way and he likes his meals played with or shall we say tenderized first. Some paranormal was always going to get you whatever you picked but you’ll get your moment of fame. There’s cameras in there to record everything for some new reality show they’re thinking about on TV.” He leered, "Make it believable."
*Yes those drinks exist. http://www.1001cocktails.com/recipes/cocktails/cocktails_list.php3?&letter=C
