Let's KICK it, baby! {Open}

[John Sheppard]

Ah beer, the cause and solution to all of life’s problems.

And after giving the woman behind the counter a dismissive roll of eyes, John dried the bottle in t minus five. Sure he was already a good bit drunk, but it took him a lot more than that to get him on his ass and incoherent…well, less incoherent than he normally was.

Giving a smirk to Rae when she foul mouthed his charms, he shook his head. “There is nothing wrong with my flirting skills. Count me out of the wooing, that crap is for the pansy and the weak. Besides I’m not into girls, I always preferred women. And let me tell you, real women love my bad boyish crazy assed charm. Just look at yourself, you can’t stop drooling! I think you scared that waitress back there away just so you could have me all for yourself, you know?”

With a teasing laugh, he asked the bartender for another beer. She glared at him, he glared back and she placed another bottle before him. Looks like he won the glaring contest.

And oh look, the cute girl in the back was staring at him and giggling, what was Rae saying again about his charms?

Rising a brow, he turned back to Rae.

“Playing pool against college kids? Man, that would be like shooting fish in a barrel. Maybe we can make them cry? That would be fun.”

Pushing to his feet, he was a bit wobbly as he pulled Rae with him towards the pool table. The frat boys were laughing thinking he would be easy prey. They didn’t knew he could still blow the wings out of a fly with one bullet even completely wasted, did they?

He didn’t get his callsign of Bullseye for nothing after all.

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

Well, he kind of had a point there, Rae thought with a little moue. All that wooing crap was for teenagers and morons, as far as she was concerned. The bottom line was always a roll in the sheets, wasn’t it? So what good did all that lovey-dovey crap do for a few horny peeps needing some refreshment?

Hell, it sure wasn’t doing anything for her…but, then again, she was just a bit on the crazy side. Not many men could deal with her on a level above friendship, after all. And if they could…well, the story always ended the same way;
Girl meets guy, girl likes guy, girl practically leaps on guy…and guy dies in some messy, gooey way right in front of her.

Yeah, so she was a mercenary and all, and dealt with death every day. But there were just some moments where it wasn’t so much fun, and sex was definitely one of them!

Shaking her head to bring her brain back to reality, Rae just rolled her eyes with another laugh. “Damn, boy, you think you’re God’s gift to women, don’t you? Bad boyish charm my ass! All those women just wanna add on a soldier notch to their bedpost!” With a teasing cackle, she leaned forward and noogied his head with her gloved hand. Damn, what was it about this guy that made her feel so goddamn relaxed? He was a soldier, and she hated most soldiers!

But this John guy was pretty cool. Strange…it got her thinking about the others on her Team. Were they cool too?
Nah shit, now she sounded like a girl. Somebody shoot her.

“Oh yeah, like I’d want your craggy ass to myself,” She said once she released him, dancing away on the off chance he tried to retaliate. “Now, that big muscley guy over there at the tables? That’s more my type. Hey guys, you wanna learn to play a real game of pool?”

As the kids in the back made room for their older competitors, Rae went into full flirt mode, loving the attention. She bent over low onto the table for shots, did those waggly eyes at the grinning boys, and when a waitress brought over her beer? Whoops, did she just spill some on her shirt? Aw, how clumsy!

And, all the while, she set up every shot for her friend, pretending that she sucked at the game as much as the others had thought. “Got almost three hundred on this one, Bullseye,” She drawled, eyeing the little stack of cash on the side of the table. “Let’s make these cute boys cry, shall we? I could use another butterfly knife for my collection.”

[John Sheppard]

“Whatever gets them between the sheets, I’m cool with,” John smirked as Rae hold him. Hell, he couldn’t care less about the wooing or if the girl in his bed was just there to say she slept with a soldier. There was only one woman he was truly interested after Livie died and she had red hair, fierce eyes, a heavenly ass and had wiped the floor with his face every time he tried anything. All those women were just warm bodies in a cold night.

Blowing up stuff, being an ass, getting wasted drunk and getting laid seemed like the only things he knew how to do right, so it seemed like it would be a waste of a God given talent to act otherwise.

Self destructive behavior! The psych bitch could just kiss his ass.

Oh yeah, one dirty note about the bitch: for all her psycho babble and saying he had to change his ways to be happy and healthy…like Rae had said, she too had added his soldier notch to her bedpost.

She was a bitch…but she was kind of hot.

With a smirk in his lips, he moved towards the table. “You’re talking about the big guy in a silk shirt and tailored paints? Please, this guy is obviously a mamma’s boy…and certainly gay.”

Like he would lose the chance to yank her chain as well.
As John moved, he made no effort to hide his drunkenness. He held on to the pool table to stop himself to fall on his ass when he stumbled on his own feet. Yeah, mamma’s boy was laughing, thinking he was easy prey. He knew the guy was off, since he was eyeing John instead of Rae as she bent over the table to take her shot.

And then it was his turn. Scratching his cheek nonchalantly, John eyed the game for the first time. Rae had just lined up the game for him, nice girl. It wasn’t needed at all, but that was still nice of her.

Lining up his shot, two balls went smoothly to the back pocket. Then another one, and another. When he had next an easy shot, he turned his stick around and aimed towards the opposite side of the table, that one that the frat boys started saying it was an impossible shot.

John raised his head, took out a couple of hundreds from his pocket that he had earned earlier at that darts game and placed them on the table. “I have extra two hundred that say I nail it.”

The frat boys eyed each other, laughed and placed the money on the table.

John smiled, took the cue back into position and lined up for the ‘impossible’ shot. And a grin appeared on his features at the flabbergasted look on the boys when he nailed it with perfection. Man, no one in his right mind would challenge bullseye’s aim. But then again, they didn’t know him. Ah hell, like that would excuse them for their stupid asses.

As a sexy little waitress passed next to him, he moved his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. The woman gasped and resisted slightly when he pushed her against him.

“Give me some sugar baby!”

Her resistance disappeared as his lips met hers and she melted against him.

[Raven 'Amunet' Neftari]

Ah, she did so love beating the hell out of children. Hopping up onto the side of the pool table, Rae watched as John sank every shot handed to him. He really had a reason to call himsef 'Bullseye,' didn't he? Jesus Christ...AND while tipsy! The soldier suddenly snorted in amusement as she pictured herself trying that while drunk, or, better yet, being on an op like that! Hehe...she'd probably end up killing her teammates instead of taking out the bad guys.

It was why she wasn't knocking back the booze like 'ol Johnn boy over there. Where he seemed to be a happy drunk, she tended to take a very different route, involving lots of screaming, fighting and killing.

Yeah...that seedy bar in the Quarter was probably still trying to clean that poor guy's brain out of the wall...

With a loud, obnoxious 'BOOOOO!' when John grabbed a leggy waitress, Rae couldn't help but cackle out a laugh. Man, this guy and his Bruce Campbell fetish...if he tried putting on forty pounds and took on really cheesy movie deals, she might have to kill him for the good of humanity.

And while John did some tonsil spelunking, one of the frat boys moved over to her, crowding right into her bubble with his hands to either side of her waist. Dammit, he was SO not gay!
"Your friend's pretty good," He said, a nasty grin on his face. "Good thing that I didn't put any money down. But how's about you make us feel better about losing, huh? Looks like your boyfriend's a bit distracted."

Rae just leaned back on her hands with a sigh. God, she wanted to take him up on his offer! Okay...so maybe not the 'friends' part, 'cause she was kinky, but not THAT kinky... Dammit, this was torture. While the guy tried to do a leer, his friends laughing behind him, she reached up and brushed his lips with her gloved hand. What did they feel like, she wondered. Ever since she was a baby, and killed the midwife coming out of her mama, she'd never actually been touched before. She knew what her own lips felt like, and from those one or two times when she'd splurged and kill her partners...but that didn't count. Was the kid's lips soft? Was his skin? God, she wanted to kiss him so bad, her mouth watered.

She'd be riding the hole if she killed him public...but Jesus, everyone else was allowed to touch! Why not her!

"JOHN!" She practically howled, slapping a gloved hand over her eyes. "COME STOP ME BEFORE I DO SOMETHING STUPID, PLEASE."



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((Blah, random. XD I'm trying to think of what these two should do next. lol ))