Let's KICK it, baby! {Open}

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

They say she low down
It's just a rumor and i don't believe em'
They say she needs to slow down
The baddest thing around town

She's nothing like a girl you've ever seen before
Nothing you can compare to your neighborhood hoe
I'm trying to find the words to describe this girl
Without being disrespectful

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It was night, it was quiet, and if the lithe shadow standing up against the bus stop at the side of the street had balls, they’d be a melted pile of weird colored goo at her feet.
Summer. How she hated the season.

“I can’t believe that bitch!” The figure growled into the cracked mouthpiece of her cell phone, a used dark blue Razor that’d seen more air-time than any commercial plane. “I didn’t even hit the guy, really! Oh, wow, the big biker got his teeth knocked out, big whoop. Cry me a river. All I wanted was a drink; I didn’t ask him to grab my ass! Even if it’s a fine ass! I wanted to shoot someone, Lu.”

“You broke the woman’s rules, Raven. Now stop whining. This volume on the phone makes my ears hurt.” Lucien Calugarul, her best friend and fellow Fed, growled in that familiarly gravelly cadence of his. Nearing the big 4-0, the guy had the face of a gargoyle, and the uncanny ability to make pretty much everyone of the opposite gender turn into a puddle at his feet.
It was SUCH a good thing that she was from a family of survivalists, and had thicker skin than most people.

Moving a cigarette from one side of her rusty-red colored lips to the other, she rolled dark chocolate eyes at the lamp post in front of her. “The Pit. Ha, like that place is any less tame than Disney World. I need a drink.”

“Just do not kill anyone this night, Raven,” Lu replied, a dark laugh echoing in the silence surrounding her. “I have no wish to speak to the Commander on your behalf when she is angry. Again.”

Oh yeah, like she was afraid of her angry CO. Raking some similarly dusky red nails through her shoulder length brown hair, she took a drag of the cig before letting it drop to the ground, where one black work-booted foot proceeded to crush the life out of it.

Wearing a pair of ripped blue jeans equipped with a tight black turtleneck- “It wasn’t me!”, the white words scrawled across her chest read, and it would have been comical if she didn’t actually use the phrase from time to time- and a leather biker jacket, she made an interesting sight.
On any casual glance, one would pinpoint her as a rebellious youth- for she couldn’t be any older than 21, and 25 was pushing it. Certainly not a member of an elite FBI task force, whose conscience had long since died a horrible little death, leaving her to rot with that satanic little voice on her opposite shoulder.
She was immoral, she was damn good at what she did…

…And currently melting into a soldier-sized puddle. Gah. She just HAD to be cursed with the ‘Death-Touch.’ The damn God that hated her father’s bloodline had no consideration of a girl’s body temperature…or the fact that the closest she’d ever gotten to heart-stopping orgasms was through batteries. Oh, to actually feel another person under her…over her…

Damn, there she went again. Stupid hormones and stupid curse. She REALLY had to get a drink before she hurt someone.

So- as unhappy about it as she was- there she was; standing beside the local bus stop with her phone plastered to her ear, as her friend blathered on and on about ‘the last time’, and ‘not getting too trigger happy’.

Her, trigger happy? Ha. Try trigger-obsessed. Touching back on that ‘soldier’ concept, Rae was none other than the world’s most notorious guns for hire, specializing in Dickhead-Extermination.
They ticked the right people off, she shot ‘em dead. It was as simple as that.

“Just remember that one more strike has you back with head-shrink woman.” Lucien went on, referring to their group’s psychiatrist. A retired shrink for the local maximum security prisons’ more penitent of convicts, the shrunken woman tried to keep most of Kat’s guys and gals in semi-sane condition.
Then again, they killed people for a living. Didn’t that mean that they were already just a bit off the reservation? But whatever. As long as she got paid, she could give two farts.

“Yeah, yeah I’m cool, Mom. But only metaphorically, so I’m gonna head out and get a drink. Cool down. It’s friggin HOT, Lu.” Whining was never her forte, but she pulled it off just fine. Laughing at the growl that followed, she flipped the phone shut and trotted across the empty street, heading for the bar she’d passed on her way to the bus stop.

Screamer’s came into view as she sauntered down the sidewalk, throat practically closing with want of something cool. With its smoky atmosphere, pounding music and grungy clientele, she felt right at home.

The only problem was making sure that the locals didn’t come too close to the skin area. Even if every single damn touch she received had her practically panting with pleasure. Hell, starve a person of close contact and they cherish every moment, alright? But that was what the damn turtleneck was for, even if it chafed. The things she did for humanity.

Fighting her way through the crowd in the only way she knew how- aka shoving fools away from her and practically snarling at anybody who made something of it- she managed to make it to the bar. Plopping down in one of the stools facing the door, she slapped her leather-gloved-hand on the counter to catch the attention of one of the resident bartenders.

“Gimme a scotch on the rocks, Whoever-You-Are, my love.” Rae chirped with a grin, whipping another cig out of the pack in the pocket of her jacket. “And make it a double. I’ve got a long night ahead of me.”




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[John Sheppard]

I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space


Screamers huh? Well he wasn’t drunk of his ass and screaming and hanging from the ceiling…yet, but he was getting there. A guy had to blow off some steam after all when Kat didn’t give him anything to blow up or some big baddie for him to put a bullet hole between the eyes, John ‘Bullseye’ Sheppard got restless, and nothing good ever came out of it.

The psychiatrist said he was completely insane, but when a guy gets paid to kick the ass of the evil things that bump into the night, what the hell did she expect? Oh yeah, and that was that psyche babble about how watching his fiancée being eaten by weres snapped his mind…no shit. Where did she get that info anyway? Wasn’t at least half of his life supposed to be classified? So who gave the psyche bitch that bit of story? Because he sure would like to have a little talk and ‘share’ his feelings with the one who did.

Insane, HA!

He was probably the only sane guy in the team. Commander was a bloody damphir, they had a guy who could turn into a freaking dog, a girl who could kill you with a single touch, a moody Romanian merc and what kind of guy had ‘Curse’ as a callsign, right?

Sure he went by ‘Bullseye’ himself, but that one was freaking obvious right? He could easily take down a guy from a fifty yard range with no trouble.

So back to the task at hand.

It wasn’t as fun as blowing up a ten thousand years old leech’s head off, but what you gonna do? Making a throwing motion with his arm, he let it rip and the dart reached the bullseye. Big freaking surprise!

Just one more to get a perfect score and impress the crowd gathering around, but first turn around and give a smile to the cute waitress bringing his whiskey and beer chaser. “Thanks baby,” he nodded with that trademarked smug smirk of his, reached for the whiskey downing it and then took the bottle and a healthy gulp. And then just for kicks without turning around, toss that last dart over your shoulder without looking back and hear the crowd cheer him up, another bullseye, who would guess? HA!

Now place one arm around the cute waitress waist, make a little dipping motion, speak the words “Give me some sugar baby!” before giving her a kiss that would leave her weak on the knees and give her a slap in the rear and send her back to the bar with a big smile on her lips…yeah, that’s it. Only one thing left to do, collect the bet money from that pissed moron over there and presto, enough cash to get hammered and forget about the stuff the psyche bitch was babbling about Olivia earlier, she’d call his behavior ‘depressive and self-destructive’…could he blow her up?

His eyes caught glimpse of a familiar face at the bar.

Not that she wasn’t freaking hot, because she was. Not that it didn’t sound like a good way to go, because it did. But no, he’d rather go down in a blaze of glory, bringing down some old evil badass motherfucker down with him.

Looky but no touchy, that woman should wear a warning sign. He was never good at paying any heed to warning signs, but this was one he’d better heed to, he wasn’t ready to die just yet when there were so many evil things waiting to be slain out there…and if any was a freaking were, all the better.

Moving next to her in the bar he signaled the bartender to hold on. “No man, get us that green stuff instead, scotch is for wussies,” he said with a grin and watched the bartender fill a couple of glasses before sliding one to her. “Try this, its boom-boom. Courtesy of that sucker over there,” he added with a laugh, pointing to the pissed guy in the corner. “A fool and his money part ways way too easily.”

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

With a sideways glance as a familiar voice spoke up, Rae couldn’t help the grin that spread over her lips. Aw, one of her FBI-friends had come over to say hi. How cute! She should return the favor.

“Heya, Sexy Buns! You having fun with the locals, too? Ooh, not bad work over there. I think that guy’s gonna cry soon. Think he’ll want a re-match with a girl later?”

Taking a tiny sip of the now fully filled glass- the bartender knew better than to give her one of those pansy-ass shot glasses with a thimble full of alcohol. The last time he’d tried it, she’d hopped over the bar, stolen a couple bottles and threw a party in the alley behind the bar- Rae proceeded to spy on the people sitting around her. If there was one thing a merc was good at, it was listening in on other peoples’ conversations.

“No, Johnny…I only slept with him one time.”
“Oh, hey Mom. I’m…uh…at Michelle’s house studying.”
“Dammit, Mary, I love you! Why won’t you believe me?”

There was just so much angst in the world, that sometimes, when she wasn’t expecting it, the insane urge to give up her calling and join a convent was almost too strong to bear.
Thank Whoever for the knowledge that no sane priest would ever let HER through the church gates without an army standing by at the ready. So, in an attempt to make that cross a bit lighter on her shoulders, she contented herself with the reassurance that she was not the only messed up person in the universe.

The sudden squeal of a bar stool behind pulled back pulled her out of her reverie, and blowing a line of smoke out of the corner of her lips, she switched her attention back to John. Mmm, he was a tasty little morsel. With those dashing features and manly hands- she wondered if that old wives’ tale about the size of a guy’s hands were true…hmm- she could really have some fun with those empty five hours before she hit the barracks.

…Yeah, she loved her libido too.

“So what’re you doing out in the big, bad world tonight?” She asked with a grin, taking another sip of the liquor. Oh yeah, John had good taste in booze. “Lookin’ to give your blue balls a breather, big boy?” She couldn’t help but throw in that last bit, a snicker forming on her lips. The Explosives Expert was always throwing lines out at the Commander, only to be shot down each time. Poor stud. Now, if she didn’t kill everybody that touched her—

“Heeeeey, baby. You wanna partay?”

Looking up from the stained body of her glass of scotch, Rae did her best not to gag and dropkick the owner of the voice. Standing a few inches taller than her, with the face of one of those disgusting ‘pretty boys’- and that breath! WHOO, give her a lighter!- it was obvious that the younger man was drunk.
As a skunk.

And HITTING on her. Ewyuck. While she craved human contact, she did have her standards.

“C’mon, baby. What? Cat gawt your tongue?”

God, she hated some people. WHY couldn’t they just leave her the hell alone? She hadn’t done anything to anybody, so what was with the drunken welcome? Really, it was like someone had taped an ‘annoy me!’ sign onto her back that only idiots could read. Yeesh.

…And if someone had to be coming onto her, why couldn’t it have been Mr. Hot-Pants sitting next to her? Life just wasn’t damn fair.

But hell, she’d take all the entertainment that she could get. She shot a grin at John, held up a ‘please hold’ finger and turned to the poor SOB with an evil grin.

“Yeah, buddy, cat’s definitely got my tongue. It has it in such a tight grip, that I just might take yours to make up for it. Do you mind?” A gloved hand shot out to grab the man’s lower jaw, jerking it open. The other moved in to grasp that disgustingly wet tongue and pulled it out slightly, a laugh bubbling from her chest as his drunken eyes widened considerably. Moving in close, she lowered her face to his, the need to feel his cheek against hers almost too much to bear, as her knee pressed up in a very uncomfortable place.

“You gonna leave me alone now, darling?” She purred into his ear, tongue sliding out to tease the offending lobe dangling there. She’d learned that a lick or two wasn’t enough to kill, after a few ice cream swipes back in the army.

With a gurgle, the man nodded, jerking backward as she released him.
…What? He’d asked for it, and she’d never been able to control those unladylike urges.

She started to reach into the inner pocket of her jacket for the gun- she had filled the clip before crashing last night, didn’t she?- but the poor drunk turned around and stumbled off as fast as his shaky legs could carry him.

Her laugh, though lost under the din of the bar, was a grating, unusual sound, and covered with a layer of metaphorical dust. The adrenaline she loved so much pushing at the front of her mind, she stood up and slid back onto her stool, stretching her arms over her head with a satisfied sigh. That dramatic little show of calm finished, she leaned one elbow on the bar counter, turning her face in John’s direction.

“And that goes for you too, buddy and friends.” She said over his head, directing the warning to their fellow patrons. “Now shoo, run along and drink some more beer. The nice man and I are getting a bit tired of your presence.” With a dramatic sigh and shooing motion, she made a show of ignoring the others around them- four guys had stood and stared, one going off in an obvious attempt to collect his friend, who was standing over near the door gagging…the poor thing- in favor of the interesting stranger.

“Boys these days. What’re ya gonna do, huh? Now, pour me another shot’a that green stuff, big man. I’m thirsty.”

[John Sheppard]

There was a smirk upon his lips as he watched the guy in the corner throw him an annoyed glance. Well, if the guy had the balls to walk up to him and try to throw a punch at him all the better, but unfortunately it seemed Rae was right, he was probably going to cry and run to mamma.

“You know what? I think you’re right. But if he is stupid enough to take you on, he will deserve whatever he gets…fair warning though, I don’t think he has much money left.”

It was the guy’s own fault for challenging a guy who could hit a grape form a hundred yards, right?

Taking the glass in his hands, he glanced down at the green swirl before taking a hefty gulp. That thing gone straight to the head, great it was just what he wanted. Things in life seemed oh so simpler when he was with a hazy mind. Off course it would take more than a few of those shots to get him wasted, but he was a persistent bastard.

Rising a brow at her remark, John rolled his eyes. Yeah, that damphir he called commander. She was hot as hell, had curves that would get any red blooded man drooling. Every time he saw her blasting some baddie away he had those dirty thoughts hovering around in his brain. And how many times she had shot him down already? Around four dozen times already…yeah, he could tell she wanted him.

If he wanted to babble on about his sex frustration he would stay back at the base with the psych bitch. Heck, if there wasn’t that touch and die warning hovering over Rae’s head, he’d work out his frustrations with her right on top of that bar, he always been more of a doer than a talker.

With a shrug he smirked. “All work and no play makes John a dull boy, so I’ve decided to go out and find me a decent spot of fun. What about you? Still freaking out every man that isn’t smart enough to resist temptation…?”

Just as he finished his sentence he watched that boy approach her and chuckled, he didn’t need to see the future to know the guy would crash and burn in the worst way.

“Apparently not.”

Downing the rest of his liquor he watched her as she dealt with her admirer in her fashionable way and was disappointed when his friends didn’t seem interested in making a fuzz about it, what a bunch of pansies. He was the only one with the guts to be thrown out of that bar? It was too much to ask for a little scrap when his companion humiliated some poor idiot? Don’t tell him they were intimidated by his look alone…people those days, huh?

“Hey man, you heard her. Two more shots, and you can leave the bottle.”

That stuff wasn’t for beginners, but they were downing it like it was water, it was nice to see she could hold her liquor like that. The guy he had just played darts with had tried to drink that stuff to look though and ended up coughing for five minutes as if his throat was on fire. Heck, if he was looking for something healthy he would be looking for a glass of milk, so bottom’s up.

Giving a wink to the cute waitress on the other end of the bar, he watched her giggle even if she was visibly scared of the woman next to him. It was good to know that his charm overcome the scary factor. Eh, if she knew who he really was and what he did she would probably be running for the hills by now.

“You can certainly get your point across Rae,” he admitted with a smile, “and no one died…I’m slightly disappointed at that.”

There was that smirk on his lips that told her he was teasing, sort of.

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

“Oh my gawd, you’re such a dickhead,” Rae couldn’t help but laugh as she watched the soldier toss a wink at a blushing waitress down the bar. “Mooning over the Commander AND flirtin’ with everything with a skirt. Did I mention that I really like you?”

With a toothy grin, she tossed back the offered shot and poured herself another. Ah, she did love the good burn of the liquor as it coated her belly. She’d probably be paying for it tomorrow during training with the CO herself, but hell, she’d fought with worse things than hangovers.

And anyway, being fucked in the head was fun! Why not make it both painful AND psychological?

Leaning forward, she let one gloved finger trail along the side of his arm and shoulder. “Of course I get my point across, honey buns,” She said, voice a sultry coo. “People are too stupid to understand sarcasm. Oh, baby, if only you didn’t like your girls hard ass and liking blood. I’d so tap you.”

With a cackle, she sat back, making short time of yet another shot. Damn, and he thought that this shit was strong? She’d drank battery acid with more kick than this! Snatching the bottle away with a snarl as the bartender tried to take it away, she squinted at the small lettering on the side.

Hell, it wasn’t even American! Damn, this was no booze. Only moonshine did it for her screwed up disposition, and this wasn’t getting her any…where…

Whoa, never mind. A grin came onto her face as she held onto the counter, watching the room do a quick turn around. Finally, the kick!

“Shit, man, this crap’s like a kick in the gnads! I like it.” She said on yet another laugh. Amused as all hell at the way everything in the bar proceeded to take on a fuzzy shine, she made a claw and hissed at the waitress sending ‘UNSEX ME!’ looks in John’s direction.

With a very audible ‘yeep!’ that they could hear over the sounds of the bar, the woman immediately found something to clean.

Damn, she loved this. Staying on the compound and learning to be a good soldier was so damn overrated. “Ugh, I so miss this,” She informed her fellow soldier. “Me and the boys, when I was working freelance, would get done with our mission and hit the bars ‘til nobody knew each other’s names. Then I came here, and it’s all ‘rules’ this and ‘rules’ that. Seriously, John, this ‘save the world shit’ is just dumb. Hey, there’s a toast!”

She picked up her shot and grinned at John. “To shitty ass jobs, and the poor mofo’s who have to do ‘em! SALUD!”

[John Sheppard]

It was with a laugh that he welcomed her comment.

“Come on Rae, what am I supposed to do when Kat turns me down for…what, forty times or so? Crawl under my bed and cry like a baby? Hell no!” he asked before tossing back his shot and grinning as it went burning down his throat.

Sure the commander was the woman for whom he’d send all the others away for. But if she was going to kick him in the balls every time he tried a move at her, he wasn’t going to listen to sad country songs and cry himself to sleep. Heck he hated country music.

“Like you too Rae, you’re almost as insane as me,” leaning back on his stool he checked her behind, “but with a better looking ass, I will give you that.”

Sure he was supposed to be back at the base, getting some rest before the next training section, both of them should. But for John, what he was supposed to do and what he’d do where two distinct things. He didn’t got this reputation for driving his CO’s crazy by accident, but before now they were all old bastards instead of hot half-vampires girl who’d drive him crazy.

“I’d take you on that…if it wasn’t for the pesky detail of dying for doing it.”

He didn’t even so much shiver as she run a finger down his arm, John wasn’t afraid to die, but if he was going to die for sex – and that would be a great way to go in his book – he’d want for it to last more than a few seconds. He’d seen how quickly the bad guys in the field died after she’d give them a lip lock.

Pouring himself another shot, he smirked at her when she held on the bar for support. “Told you,” he replied rising his glass in a salute, “Scotch is for wussies.”

And with that he downed another shot. Yeah, that shit was good.

A few more of those and he’d be happy and laughing after they’d kick his ass out of there for misbehaving.

But there was a frown in his features as Rae scared off the waitress. “Hey, why did you scare away the hot little waitress? Not cool! I was going to ask her if she was up for another quickie on the parking lot…”

Giving a disappointed sigh, he shook his head and then shrugged. “Oh well, it wasn’t going to last anyways.”

And then next when she mentioned about rules, he laughed and rolled his eyes before pouring himself another one.

“No Rae, you got it all wrong! The rules are cool…when you get people mad by breaking them. You’ve got to kick some baddies ass, act all crazy and then sneak out and get hammered to get back and see the CO’s dirty glare…yeah, she wants me.”

Grinning he raised his glass to her toast.
“I will drink to that!”

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

“Yeah, so instead of finding out what makes her tick, you’ll just screw everything without a dick. THAT’D get you to your goal, you sorry ass mofo.” With a fond little smack of his arm, Rae couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she tipped back her drink.

Thank ALL that was holy that there was someone in the Team who knew how to have a good time, was all she could say. The other guys and girls were just so…tightly clenched, as far as she could tell! And, if not, they were just too damn sexy for their own good, which meant that she had to keep on her guard or chance another trip to the hole. At least with John, she felt like she could crack a joke and count on it being taken the right way. Not like with those other serious Joe’s and Jane’s, with their ‘Raven, you can’t say things like that!’ and shit.

Ugh, talk about being a bit too straight for a person’s own good, man. So what, a girl couldn’t speak her mind…even if her mouth sounded worse than a sailor in a strip club? Around the rest of the team, Lucien included, that seemed to be the case. No, Raven, you can’t say that. No, Raven, you can’t curse and have people recognize sarcasm! No, Raven, you can’t kiss that random dude on the street and watch him convulse because you want to see the cartoon dragon on his shirt dance. Talk about boring!

GOOD GOD, two year old as it may sound, she was really starting to hate that ‘N’ word. She’d never had to deal with it before, so now that she was in a metaphorical time out with the rest of these schmoozers…ugh, it was just too much to bear, sometimes.

Which was why she just loved these change outings to the wide world. Hello, booze, old buddy. You know how to treat a woman right, don’t you?

Wiggling her butt as he bent over to take a peek, Rae couldn’t help but cackle as she brought her drink to her lips. In a blink, the shot was downed and another was poured, waiting for a second toast for the night.

With a little slam of the glass down on the counter that made the bartender practically cringe, she shook her finger at her drinking partner. “Hey, if I have to go dry, you have to too; it’s the rules. And as for dirty glares; get over it! She SO wants you, you dufus! She’s just one of those goody-goodies, who don’t wanna hurt you and blah, blah, blah. Now, what you need to do is make her jealous.”

Leaning forward with a very obvious waggle of her brows, she couldn’t help but grin. Yeah, like her stick in the mud Commander was going to take to that dog and pony. One little flirt with another woman, and the lady was likely to tighten up even farther and convince herself that it was ‘for the best.’ Man, if it wasn’t tempting to play the matchmaker and see how big the explosion ended up being! Not that she needed to do anything, given those smoldering looks thrown back and forth when either thought no one was looking.

Ah, le amore. She’d settle for one of John’s back-alley-quickies, but a girl could sigh like a teeny bopper if she wanted to.

Another laugh escaped her as she swiveled in her seat, leaning her elbows back on the counter behind her as she surveyed the crowd.
“But whatever, man; I sure as hell didn’t come here to quiz you on who you wanna bang. Let’s have some FUN! Wanna bet twenty that I can make every guy in this joint want to kick our asses? HEY, ALL YOU GUYS IN THE CORNER! YEAH, YOU WITH THE POT BELLY! MY FRIEND THINKS YOU’RE A PANSY!”

[John Sheppard]

Heck, he liked her company. Around her, John could be an ass and not worry about her getting annoyed. While most women would slap him, she ditched it back to him. Got love that misfit, to hell with the rules attitude they shared. Playing nice was so damned boring, being the crazy jerk was much more fun. And the girls did love the bad boy attitude, so it was all good.

“That’s the plan Rae,” he raised his glass in a mock salute and downed it. “Well, the pretty ones that is…at least while I’m sober,” he added with a smirk.

Everyone had their way of handling their issues. Slip out of the base to get drunk, start a fight and get laid was his. It was better than any therapy the psych bitch whined about him skipping and he would be good as new in the next morning. Well, minus the hangover off course.

Why the hell he’d have to have the hots for the commander? He was perfectly happy banging the random hussies and blowing up the bad guys. But no, there had to come along this sexy as hell redhead that could kick his ass wit that body made for sin of hers. He’d have to develop freaking feelings for her? That sucked.

But thank God almighty for the booze.
Pour another dose.

Grinning as she wiggled a little, there was another thing John would give graces for, a fine female form. He had enough of monsters, demons and damned weres at work, so his eyeballs deserved the peek – ah, what the hell, give it another one.

Shaking his head when she mentioned driving the commander jealous, John snorted. He could tell she shared his attraction, but it was so infuriating that Kat would get all rules about it. It should be his damned choice if he wanted to risk dying while on the sack, shouldn’t it? Dying with a smile on his lips was a good way to go.

But she was too uptight to give him that choice, and as far as making her jealous, yeah she would say it was for the better if he was to try it.

Grabbing the bottle, he poured then both a fresh dose.

Tilting his head, John raised a brow at Raven when she shouted he believed the big guy in the corner was a pansy. Watching the guy rise from his seat – damn he was big and had a lot of nasty looking buddies – he gave her a dirty glare.

“HEY, HEY! WAIT, I NEVER SAID HE WAS A PANSY!”

Shaking his head he eyed Rae and grinned.

“I SAID HE WAS A SISSY!”

Next thing he knew the big guys were charging at him with a pissed look on their faces. With a laugh, John threw a punch at the first one that reached him and tossed himself into the fray with happy abandon.

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

Leaning back against the bar, Rae couldn’t help but look proudly out at the bar fight she’d just started. Talk about their not being the only tightly wound springs in the world that night…but her friend looked like he needed some worthy distraction, so that’s what he’d get. A bar fight always out weighed some dingy little waitress.

And speaking of ‘dingy,’ hello biker guy with tats coming out his ears. Were those skulls and crossbones on the back of his shaved head? Not bad…he looked like he could withstand her curse for a full five minutes!

“Hey John,” She called out happily, completely content to sit there and watch as John took on half the bar. Man, she knew she’d liked this guy from the first time he’d ogled her ass. She’d SO regret that feeling later, she just knew it, but hell if she couldn’t help it. “Don’t kill the one with the snakes around his neck! I might wanna use him later!”

With a cackle as the man in question whipped around to stare at her, then got himself kicked in the stomach by another bar brawler for his efforts, the soldier rested her elbows on the counter behind her and got comfortable.

The place was in full swing now, with the owner behind her practically wailing about the damages. Some words were mumbled about the dark haired guy starting it all, and with a half twisting move that made her back crack something awful, she caught the short guy by the throat and hauled him up onto the bar.

“You go and tell the cops that my friend started this fight- ‘cause my friend’s the dark haired guy- and I’ll kill you,” She purred in his ear. The older man was practically peeing his pants, she noticed with a wide grin. She tightened her hand around his neck just for fun, then threw him back when he wiggled.

Turning back to the fight, she shouldered her way through the crowd, aiming a few choice punches and dodging flying pool cues until she got to John, the man himself and the bikers trying to kick his ass. “Jesus Christ, Shepperd, I give you a few guys to beat on, and the whole frikking bar explodes.” Making sure that one of the bikers would be nicknamed ‘One Nut’ in the future, she flashed a crazy grin in his direction. “Not that I’m complaining, but the owner called the cops. Who here don’t wanna get stuck in the hole for a week?”

[John Sheppard]

It was like taking candy from a baby.

Punch, dodge to the right, kick, another kick, elbow the sucker trying to grab him from behind, turn around with a spinning kick and grab his head as he stumbles back to pull it down and introduce him to his knee. Better not forget to throw a right hook straight in the next guy’s jaw.

Oh, that was one of his teeth flying?
Groovy.

Like taking candy from a baby.

If said baby would pick up a bottle, smash it in the back of his head and kick him in the ribs while he was down.

And John? Heck, he was having a blast!

Grabbing the guy’s foot as it moved against him again, he pulled him back into that table with those tattooed bald biker guys that looked like oh-so-nice buddies that would get the whole place in full swing. The more the merrier, that was for sure – Time to get off the ground John, you’re missing all the fun!

So bending his knees and planted his foot on the ground, using the momentum to pull himself back on his feat in one leap. Not only hand but looked cool. And no longer than three seconds after he was up, four guys were down. Now it was really a freaking party! Okay, duck to dodge the pool cue or he would have to call it a night too early.

Now there was number five down, number six, seven…he got two with that last spinning kick, this counts as one or…ah what the hell, why keep tabs, just knock the damn fools. Drop them like flies with any sense of tactics…even if John fought like a crazy assed kamikaze there was a method to his madness and that was why he was still standing.

As the guy with snake tattoos in his neck came into view, John let his fist rip at his jaw and watched him fall out cold. “You meant this guy Rae? Sorry, he has a glass jaw!”

As another big tattooed biker came at view, he grinned. “Hey friend, did your face meet my knee yet?”

Big, clumsy and soon to be unconscious.

Grinning at Rae’s words, Sheppard shook his head. “You know, the psych bitch keep saying I need to learn moderation…”

It was then that a punch sent him on his back on top of the bar, but before he retaliated his eyes caught sight of the waitress cornering behind the counter and wiping around, he pulled her up, gave out a grin and once the “Give me some sugar baby,” left his lips, he locked her into a kiss that had her knees wavering and a grin on her as he stepped back and reached for a fresh bottle of boom-boom.

“It was fun darling, but I think this is my cue to leave…mind if I take this?”

As the waitress shook her head and smiled, John took a hefty swig and stumbled towards the door. Not before stopping for a sec to cup a feel of Rae’s ass.

“Just wanted to do this since the first time I saw you…not bad by the way.”

Taking another swig from the bottle, he stumbled his drunken ass out of the door. The cops would be there any minute and he had a little problem with authority.

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

With a roll of her eyes, Rae watched as her fellow soldier took out most of the bikers and proceeded to kiss the hell out of a passing waitress. The woman looked like she was ready to pass out once she was allowed to breathe, and damn if she didn’t feel that burning wave of jealousy.

She’d never been kissed. Was it as hot as she’d heard? As beautiful? Not caring that she was probably being just a tad childish, she made sure that she hip chucked the poor stranger into the bar on her way out, curling her fingers in a pretend hiss. The woman looked like she was ready to call the cops out of revenge, but with one raised brow at the bartender, the situation was contained.

And her ass was pinched. Oh MAN, if that didn’t turn her on like a motherfuck. She was so freaking easy these days.

Following John out into the night, she stretched her arms and smacked a grin back onto her face. “You SO did not just quote Army of Darkness,” She said with a laugh, hooking a leather covered arm around his shoulders. “And the next time you grab my ass, make sure you aren’t mooning after another woman so I can jump your bones. Believe you me; you will die a happy man.”

As a police cruiser came screaming down the sidewalk, she let loose a happy cackle. The cops would clean up their mess, and they’d find another bar to have some fun in. She did love stolen break times out of the base.

After grabbing his bottle, chugging down a few pulls and handing it back, she pointed out another serene looking bar a few blocks down. College kids milled in and out, and she couldn’t help the feline grin from falling onto her face. Aw, kiddies. They made her feel all young and hopeful inside.

“How about we hit up that place next?” She said, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I think it has some potential. But I’m telling you this now, Sheppard; if you kick the shit out of the guy I wanna drag into a corner, I will end you. Ooh, look at all those college kids. Nice, tight asses…”

With a giggle and some grabby hands, she slid her arm from his shoulders and skipped toward the bar, not bothering to look back and see if he was following. With or without her new found nightlife buddy, she was going to have a good time tonight.

And damn the consequences.

[John Sheppard]

Damn he was good! And he dared anyone to say otherwise.
He might not have the hottest ass of the pair, but what the hell…

Laughing at Rae’s comment, he smirked, taking another gulp from the bottle. “Hail to the king baby!” he told her with a chuckle. Got to love the nasty deadities and the psycho guy with a chainsaw for a hand that tear through them with the best one liners in history, right?

It was a shame Kat’s bed was the only place John ever considered for a happy death or he would take Rae’s invitation.

Oh and there was the cavalry, late as usual, but that was lucky for them. The commander and the general would kick their rears if they ended getting in trouble with the law, especially when the two of them were supposed to be back at the base, playing the nice GI Joe and GI Jane that respected rules and were getting a rest before tomorrow’s training section.

Yeah, like any of them would be in shape for training tomorrow.

Taking the bottle when she returned it, John took a long hard pull that had his throat burning for a while, that was a lovely feeling.

But leave it to Rae to pick a frat boy bar to pick for them to hit next. Like hell he was going into a place that had stupid ass college kids for customers. What, they were out of pissed off biker guys who wouldn’t run off to mamma if they started another fight?

And please, he didn’t care about frat boy’s asses…

But oh, wasn’t that girl heading towards the bar that just smiled at him a little hot thing?

“Hey Rae, wait for me!”

Yeah, he was shameless, stubborn, irresponsible, crazy and drunk…didn’t that all amount for a heck of a good time?

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

Rae laughed as the last dredges of Bruce Campbell echoed in the semi-empty street. Man, oh man, she was really starting to like this guy! Pretty much everyone else on the Team were so damn into themselves, with the ‘brooding, uber-soldier’ thing going on…man, it just got boring after a while!

Sure, Curse knew how to have a good time and it was more than a little fun to tease the Mouse…but really, nobody in there was EVER willing to take her up on a night on the town. Lucien was always going off about ‘being good,’ and pretty much everyone else thought the Commander’s shit didn’t stink, and followed her orders to the T.

It was freaking awesome to know that she wasn’t the only sane person on there. Man, it was enough to make her whirl around, grab hold of the drunk dude’s shirt and haul him up into a tight little bear hug.

If only he wouldn’t die when she was done. Man, her curse really did suck balls sometimes. She couldn’t hug, she couldn’t kiss, she couldn’t have sex without making happy with a corpse…whatever her family had done to piss Someone off, she was freaking sorry already!

When she managed to get inside the bar, however, all such thoughts immediately disappeared. Unlike John, who’d so obviously managed to get tipsy in their previous hideout, she hadn’t hit the boozer mark yet and it was slowly starting to piss her off. Making her way over to the bar- she did so love it when the guys jumped under questing fingers- she chose a seat and put one booted foot up on the stool next to her, cutting off a couple looking to take a breather.

“Sorry, this’ saved for my buddy,” She said with a smirk, shaking a finger at the woman giving her a death glare. “He’s gonna be over here in a minute, once he stop groping the under-aged girls. So go on….run along. Get those fake ID’s ready and everything.”

As the couple stormed off, she caught sight of her friend and waved him over, rolling her eyes as she caught him staring at a particularly friendly looking college girl. “Yo, King,” She called out with a laugh. “Buy me a drink, THEN ask her to hail your ass, okay? I ain’t drunk yet and it’s making me very unhappy!”

[John Sheppard]

Ah, why didn’t he have done that before? Bar hopping with the crazy chick in the team?

Curse was his pal, his best buddy, he would say that they weren’t supposed to leave the base and that the commander would be pissed, that they would end up in the brig and all that…and he would have come along for the ride anyways. But for all fun company the guy was, he would be the one stopping John from doing crazy shit when Rae was encouraging him to. That girl was helluva fun...and way hotter than Curse.

He’d wouldn’t know that when she hanged about Lucien who had that forever constipated look on his face. And he didn’t like when John picked on him…go figure! He was practically begging for it, right? Riiiiight!

And the alcohol was doing quite a cool number in his system. Like preventing him from feeling pain in his ribs that would be covered with lovely shades of black and blue the next morning from being kicked in that bar fight back at Screamers – he doubted they would led him back in that place anytime soon. What was that anyways? The sixth place in town he wasn’t welcomed anymore? Hey, one more and he was entitled for a free beer?

No?

Stumbling towards the bar, he took the sit next to Rae and looked up at the cute bartender girl. “Uh, hail my ass?”

He couldn’t stop laughing when she looked at him wide eyed before she turned to get a beer for one frat boy.

“Damn, you too have a hotter looking ass than me girl,” sure enough the bartender gave him another wide eyed look before he shook his head with another laugh. “Hurry woman! Get us drinks, you don’t want to see her in a bad mood, trust me!”

The woman nodded and wasted no time into placing a couple of beers before them…and taking one slow step backwards.

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

Rae burst out laughing at the look on the bartender’s face as John proceeded to Bruce Campbell her to death. Joining in with her friend’s cackling, she picked up her beer and proceeded to guzzle down half. She was dimly aware of someone yelling ‘CHUG, CHUG’ from behind her, and grinned at the sound. She’d have to go tap that later, and maybe steal a frat boy or three before the sun started to rise.

She did so love to go into these teeny bopper bars. With all of the random jokes, the happy young faces, the flirting girls in the back; it reminded her of her younger days, back when she lived with her crazy ass family in the Virginian Mountains. Ah, memories of times spent in that back water bar, dancing with her father’s survivalist friends and flirting with the uber-religious guys drooling in the back.

Shaking her head, she returned back to the present and looked back to her new found friend, leaning her head on her arm. “You’re kind of bad at this flirting thing,” She said with a teasing grin, nodding at the bartender, who was keeping a good distance between them. “These kids like to be wooed and shit, man. You can’t just walk up and say ‘hail my ass.’ They’ll call the cops and have you put away for attempted rape, or something.”

For a minute, she fell silent, craning her head so she could watch a nice pair of gluts parade down to the pool tables in back. With a happy noise, a ‘ooh, I want,’ and some grabby hands, she finally turned back to John.

“Okay, so I’m bored; go entertain me. I don’t think we should start another fight just yet, so…wanna go kick some prepubescent asses at pool? I think I could use some pocket cash.”