Hideous Crybaby

"I can be your boyfriend." The intoxicated male hiccuped. He gives me a sloppy smile, reaching over and grabbing on to my junk in the trunk.

I casually take another shot. Without thinking twice, I punch the male with all my might. It's lustful eyes changed to blazing anger. Before I can progress what's happening; I'm placing my hand behind its' head. I force it down to the counter, blood splatting onto his cup. I lift his head up, giving him another powerful punch that knocks him out cold. I push him onto the floor, resting my boot on his chest.

"Anybody else wants to be my boyfriend?" I flash a toothy grin to the crowd. Nobody answered me. I walk out the bar, my hips swaying with each step.

"I sure as hell want to be your boyfriend," A voice beamed from beside me.