Hell's Queen

Geno

I glared at the female bartender as I gulped down Reaper's drink. Reaper had originally ordered me a Bloody Mary, but after drinking at least four of them, he gave me some of his Whiskey.

I don't know why he did that, but all I care about was the fact that I like the girl. She had been flirting with him for the past hour I think... She was even trying to get her flat chest out of her already skimpy shirt! But, I hated it how he kept giving her attention!

I tried a few times to get his attention, but he just went back to talking to that girl!

"So, wants your favorite place to hang, Hotstuff?" The girl purred, me just barely able to hear her over the music and the loud noises of the place.

I bit my tongue as I sent a glare towards them. Neither of them noticed nor cared. Which didn't help my mood at all.

"Anywhere's good. But a great place to be is-" He leaned in closer to her, whispering something in her ear.

Her cheeks went to a red color, her lips curling into a lustful smile.

"We can go there tonight, Sugar~" She bit her bottom lip in that "sexy" way.

A scowl formed on my lips as I clumsily placed the mug onto the wooden counter.

"Back off." I hissed at her, immediately leaning closer to Reaper.

The woman looked down at me, a small sneer reforming her lips.

"Sorry, who are you?" Her voice lost any form of sweetness and flirt. "Are you his boyfriend?"

I glared at her, staying silent. I wasn't his boyfriend... And that stung.

The lady scoffed, as if to say "That's what I thought.".

She instantly went back to talking-flirting- with my roommate... Which pissed me off! Can't she just leave him alone, damnit!

I grabbed the dumbass by the collar of his jacket and forced him to look at me.

His cyan eyes widen, his mouth opened to say something, but I guess I may have drank a little too much... Cause I kissed him, shoving my tongue into his mouth.

For a second, he didn't respond. Though when that second passed, he gave me what I wanted most from him. His attention.

He swiftly placed a hand on my hip, pressing his mouth on mine, his tongue tangling up with mine.

I lightly gasped, letting my hands relax on his jacket, slipping around his neck. I glanced at the bartender, feeling victorious at getting his attention away from her.

Another gasp left me as one of his hands were roughly placed on my ribs.

He pulled back at that, his eyelights glowing an odd blue color, like a form of blue I had seen before but forgot about...

I shook it from my head as he placed a two hundred dollar on the countertop, picking me up in his arms and making his way out.

I most likely wasn't going to be walking tomorrow... But who really cares, he's mine for the night.