Runaway Brain (iZombie/Flash fanfic)

Chapter 1

Central City

The bar stank of spilled beer and stale cigarette smoke as Morris Jordan, better known to his friends as Mo, sat alone at a table in the back. He drained his double scotch with a grimace before slamming the now empty glass on the table. The ZaZa Bing was opened decades ago by life and business partners Luciene and Cat. When it first opened it was a kind of lesbian-biker bar, but as homosexuality became mainstream their clientele shifted. Now it was the type of place people who didn't want to socialize went to drink in peace. Mo had become a frequent customer as of late. Ever since the party. Damn that party.

Mo was the Director of Marketing over all of Central City for the wildly popular energy drink company known as Max Rager. Max Rager was famous for throwing wild promotional parties and events aimed at college students and young professionals. The parties were fantastic. Paid celebrities were normally in attendance which attracted beautiful young men and women. Mo couldn't believe what these college girls would do for an introduction to rock star Lowell Tracy.

Mo's life was good—great even. Up until the last party that is. Jesus. Everything was going great just like usual. Some crappy little band known as the Asshats was playing terrible music, but that didn't matter. Everyone was having a terrific time, especially once the company's party queen, Kirsten, got there. Kirsten was phenomenal at her job. Everyone adored her. She was fun, exciting, but Mo's favorite quality was her ass. Especially in the tight skirts she frequently wore. You could bounce a quarter off that ass.

Despite all of that, the best thing of all was that Kirsten brought her friend Mateo to the party. Mateo dealt utopium, a new designer drug that the kids couldn't get enough of. Talk about a ride to heaven...or Utopia. Mo had never done the drug himself, he preferred booze, but he loved to have it at his parties. Mainly because of how frisky the ladies got when they were on it. Any and all inhibitions went flying right out of the window. Yes, life was perfect. Until the last party, when everything went to hell. No matter how much Mo drank he couldn't get the images out of his head.

Mo glanced up from his now empty glass and waved his hand at the cute, young waitress standing near the bar. He saw her glance at the bartender before slowly crossing the room to him. She forced a smile when she reached his table.

"All done?" the waitress asked sweetly as she reached down and took the empty glass.

Mo smiled up at her. He was clearly drunk, having already consumed four other double scotches. "I'll have another," he said through slurred speech.

The waitress bit her lip as she placed a hand on her hip and turned to glance over her shoulder at the bartender. The bartender shook her head as she made a slicing sign across her throat, indicating that Mo was cut off.

The waitress turned back to him. "I'm sorry sir, you've had enough."

"What?" Mo asked as the smile disappeared from his face. "I'm fine. Trust me—I can hold my liquor."

"I'm sorry, but Michelle says no, and she's the boss."

Mo leaned over in his chair to look past the waitress and at Michelle who stood with her arms crossed over her chest. She watched Mo intently, waiting to see if he made a scene. Dammit! Why couldn't it be Angie and Angel working tonight? They didn't care how much paying customers drank. Realizing he would get nowhere with the bartender, Mo looked away and turned his attention back to the waitress. She sure was hot. Young too. Mo liked them young. Pretty, young girls were so easily persuaded to do just about anything.

The smile returned to his face as he pulled a wad of bills from the pocket of his expensive designer pants. He flipped out a hundred dollar bill and laid it on the table.