Battle of the Babes

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

The Jack Kit was like home to Cheyenne. After a long day there was really only one place to go, and that was the Jack Kit. For her it was like transforming herself into a character from cheers. That bar was where everybody knew your name, or that's how Chey liked to think of it. Plenty of folks there, mostly male, did know her name. She could easily find a drinking partner, a dancing partner, and if she really felt like it, she could find someone to take her home. The booze ran a plenty, and often at a small tab for her. It was where she went to unwind and be herself, to be among other Therians even if she couldn't pick them out of a crowd. It was their hot spot and she knew the owner liked to keep Therians around considering he was one himself. In fact, he was the only one she had really shared her secret with, and it was mainly because she knew he was one too, the dirty dog! Literally..

Dressed from work, even though it was Sunday, Cheyenne entered the bar and looked around, taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out. Home, sweet, home she thought to herself as the familiar smell of dirty beer wafted towards her. She recognized a few people and smiled and waved, even going out and dancing with Max since he gave her that cute pleading look. Max had been a one time hookup and she knew he was biting at the chance to have a second go around, but truth be told he sucked in bed.

Cheyenne was picky about who she allowed to come home with her more than once. First time? Sure! Let's go, get a move on, but second time? You needed to impress her to come home with her twice. Like Gavin.

As she danced with Max she eyed the bartender up as he poured drink after drink, fetching beers and wiping down the counter that could never get clean enough. He was cute. There was something boyish about him that grabbed at Chey, and he was sweet to boot. Sweet wasn't always a perk in Cheyenne's book, but he pulled it off nicely. He was an all around perfect package; single, wanted to stay single, good in bed, respectful, and eager to please but not in an obnoxious way. He never came off too strong or desperate, and had no problem making fun of himself. He was a good friend, the kind you could sleep with and things didn't get awkward.

When she finished her dance she bid Max a temporary farewell, since he whined about her leaving, and headed to the bar, sliding onto a free stool. She waited for him to notice her and come over, smirking at him playfully from her spot at the bar. "Hey, slacker. The usual." She said with that little grin, folding her elbows onto the bar and looking around. When he came back she finally gave him her attention. "Where's Kit? What's he doing leaving you out here all alone?" She asked, a mischievous spark in her eye. "What if I needed you out on the dance floor for an emergency?" She was mostly teasing, knowing he wouldn't go anywhere with her on the clock. "Or the bathroom?" She asked a little softer with a laugh.

[GAVIN BROOKS]

The bar was as crowded as it normally got on a Sunday, which was enough to keep him moving but not enough to make him crazy. At the moment he was the only one on the floor since Jake was dealing with a little barf in the bathroom. He never understood how people got all the way to the bathroom to toss their cookies and then missed, often in the stall. Was it because they were uncoordinated? Inconsiderate? Stupid? All the above? He would never know. Gavin didn't like to get so obliterated that he was at the point of seeing the liquor he just ingested. He did enjoy a few too many beers now and then, though.

The boy pulled out his phone and checked it, having been texting his newest "friend" most of the day. Nicole said she'd be stopping in some time during his shift, and he hoped she would invite him home afterwards. Otherwise he might do the inviting. He had enjoyed his day with her far too much and he wanted to do it again. She was fun, and damn was she hot! But when he looked at his phone he had no new messages. He slid it back in his pocket and tended to the two guys who were sitting and watching the game on the TV despite the loud country music jamming in the bar.

When he noticed Cheyenne at the bar, his mood lifted. She was a fun regular who most of the guys in the bar knew a little too well. It was a bit of a turnoff in itself, but Chey was a fun girl and he actually enjoyed her. There was more to her than her looks he had found out early, thus making her more appealing to hang around. When she asked for the regular he mixed her drink and made it a double, tossing his rag into the hem of his pants and standing in front of her, meeting her grin with his own.

"Where's Kit? What's he doing leaving you out here all alone?" His smiled widened and he raised a brow. "He's in the back and Jake's here, too. He's in the bathroom." He explained. "What if I needed you out on the dance floor for an emergency? Or the bathroom?" It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what she was insinuating.

"Well, even if Jake were here I'm workin', doll." He shot back, his eyes moving past Chey and towards the door. She should be here soon...shouldn't she? She might be waiting until it was closer to closing time, but half the fun was hanging around the bar until closing! He looked back at Cheyenne and shrugged, moving closer. "Besides, he store room is way better than the bathroom."

[nicoleryder]

Nicole was a terrible texter. That's just how she was. She'd text someone, then forget about her phone for thirty minutes. You had to be pretty interesting to get her attention for a long period of time. Especially when she wasn't laying in bed doing nothing. Nicole was finishing up a bunch of school work for college, and had been multi-tasking with her phone all evening. Texting Gavin, of course. But she wasn't replying now for a reason. Just another tease. She hadn't told him an exact time when she said she'd stop by. She liked to keep her friends with benefits on their toes. Especially this one. She was far too amused by him.

She got ready slowly, taking twice as long as she normally did. Not because she wanted to look nice, but make him wait longer. The looking nicer part was just an extra perk! She finished curling her hair after pulling on a white camisole and a flannel over it. For some reason, Nicole always felt like flannel was needed when going to the Jack Kit. Maybe it was the cowboy part. She wore skinny jeans and her favorite red Toms shoes. She grabbed her lanyard and hooked her wallet to it before heading out the door. She didn't feel like bringing a purse of anything with her. She slipped it into her back pocket as she hit the sidewalk.

Luckily the Jack Kit was only a few blocks away.

Nicole opened the door with a half-smile, half-smirk on her face. She knew what was coming tonight, and she was ready to taunt him with it. If she couldn't convince him home with her this night then she might drag him. Well, no, she wouldn't drag him, but she'd be at least ticked. Nicole had made sure he had a great time last round. And obviously he enjoyed it if he stayed around that long the next morning. She shouldn't have any troubles. But, when she spotted him behind the counter talking to some blonde, she scowled. Not because she was jealous, not because she felt like he was "hers", but because that blonde was Cheyenne McLeester.

Nicole wouldn't give two shits if any other girl was talking to Gavin. Heck, she'd get a kick out of it. But Cheyenne? She wouldn't be surprised if she somehow lured him into her bed once. Even that didn't bother her. He could sleep with half of Scriptor Bay and Nicole would probably high five him! It was just the fact that it was Cheyenne. They were "friends" publicly, but on the inside... they both had their "differences". She knew now that getting Gavin into bed would be a battle. Maybe even physically. Nicole knew Cheyenne was hot, Cheyenne knew she was hot, heck, Gavin probably knew she was hot! That just made her fight that much harder.

She forced her expression to change to charming once more and quickly. She wouldn't let Cheyenne know she'd already ticked her off. She made a bee line straight to the stool next to hers, but not hurriedly. She took her damn sweet time. Nicole slid smoothly into the seat, "Jack and coke, Captain." She said, adding in a dash of that purr of hers. She smirked lightly before turning her head towards Chey, "Well look what the cat dragged in. How are you, Cheyenne?" She smiled slyly at her Therian joke. She almost laughed herself. This Lioness wouldn't, she suspected.

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

"Besides, the store room is way better than the bathroom."
She wrinkled her nose at him as she grinned, similar fashion to her sister. Cheyenne and Claire, though very different, shared many physical similarities. They often did the same gestures. "Naughty!" She teased, folding her arms and leaning on them.

The mood was just right; she was out having a good time, enjoying herself, the music was good and she was a few drinks away from bliss. Then, everything went to shit.

"Well look what the cat dragged in. How are you, Cheyenne?" She knew the voice. Cheyenne, for a brief second, scowled but then forced a large, fake smile on as she turned to Nicole. "Hey, sexy." She greeted. Frienemies to the core. She looked her up and down and then tilted her head to the side. Nicole was sexy. She was Cheyenne's competition there at the Jack Kit, even though Chey had been going there longer. Or at least that was her side of the story. Either way she got equal amounts of attention which drove Cheyenne nuts.

Chey was the type of girl who thrived on attention, especially from men. Sure, she found it annoying at times, but she needed it, like she needed air and food and water. Nicole threatened that balance. she wished the bitch would go find her own bar to stalk.

"What brings you out tonight? They having a bitches in boots competition again?" She asked and grinned over at Gavin, but one look at him and she knew immediately that he knew Nicole. She looked between them and then rolled her eyes with a laugh.

"Get. Out! You two are fucking?"

[GAVIN BROOKS]

Gavin smirked at Cheyenne at her little comment back. He sort of liked when she said he was naughty or dirty, or whatever other little not-so-subtle compliment she could muster. But when he saw Nicole he had to hide the fact he had gotten a little giddy. His mind became flooded with memories from the other day and how she had brought him over the edge repeatedly. If he didn't have to work, and if she didn't have classes, he was certain they would still be doing the horizontal tango in her bed.

"Jack and coke comin' up." He told her, loving her nickname for him. Why the hell was he so head over heals for her? It wasn't even like he wanted to date her, he just couldn't wait to hop back into the sack with her. He mixed the drink watching the girls go back and forth.

"Chey!" Gavin scolded when she teased, even though they did actually have that competition once. Even though it had been a legit thing, he sort of knew she was being a bitch to the other girl. Not cool.

It seemed his outburst had somehow given something away, something he couldn't have ever thought it would. "Get. Out! You two are fucking?" His jaw dropped. How the hell could she know that?

Gavin's brows furrowed and his mouth turned into a thin line. What the hell, was she jealous? Annoyed, he turned away, helping another patron who was waving for a little service. This was between them. He wasn't about to get involved in some girl drama.

[nicoleryder]

"They having a bitches in boots competition again?"

Hah! Nicole burst out into laughter. It was her full-on contagious laugh. The one that almost crippled her over in stomach pains. Her abs screaming from the use. She was in hysterics! Cheyenne obviously meant it as a insult, but Nicole couldn't help herself. That was hilarious. She tried to calm down, giggling between breaths. Nicole even dabbed at her eyes, tears from her laughter trying to escape. "C'mon, you could've done better than that! I'm not even wearing boots." She gestured to her simple Toms before continuing. She was all smiles, amused and still trying to keep down her laughter. But when she spoke next, her voice was smooth and her lips curved into a sly smile. "Plus, boots aside, we know you'd win the bitch gold medal."

With that, she took a swig of her drink. Allowing the mixture to slowly drip down her throat. All cockiness was gone when Chey spoke next. "Get. Out! You two are fucking?" Her lips practically mimicked Gavin's. Not on purpose. Her pursed lips and stinging glare were a dead giveaway for her mood. She wasn't pissed that Cheyenne figured it out. Her tone sounded as if she hasn't fucked him. As if she hasn't fucked every decent looking guy in the place! Of course Nicole got around herself... But she was pickier. Nicole couldn't control, or hide, her emotions as well as Chey. Her heart needed better protecting. Thus, a lot less flings for her. She normally had one guy to focus on at a time. Then, when her hormones and urges were settled, she'd let him go. Nicole always found another to use after a short break.

Nicole wasn't embarrassed from Cheyennes outburst, obviously, just look at him! Her wit fired back as Gavin walked away, "What, like you haven't tapped that already? Are you just jealous he came after me, instead of crawling back to you for seconds?" She let that little comment sink in. Allowed her to think about it while she drank up.

This was going to be a long night, and if she wasn't going to beat back Chey for the night with Gavin, then she'd get plastered enough to get a different guy. She was feeling a bit more reckless than usual... Thanks to her frenemy. She was glad Gavin was stepping away, she didn't really want him involved. Even though this was partially about him. Even though most of her friends with benefits were cut off after about a week or so, Nicole had a feeling she'd keep Gavin around longer. There was something different about Captain America she couldn't put her finger on. And no, it wasn't just that sexy, strange accent of his.

Nicole glanced over her shoulder at the other patrons. A few were dancing to the country music but most were sitting down with a drink, like her, chatting it up. One guy, that she didn't know, was clearly staring at Cheyenne. He looked like a lost puppy. She almost laughed as she turned back to her blonde "friend". "Looks like you've got an admirer. Why don't you take him home tonight?" Nicole almost pleaded that in her head. She wanted Gavin more and more as she sat there. Cheyenne was clearly getting on her nerves. She had pulled back the bitter back-and-forth conversation for now... Maybe by cooling her down, Nicole could get some witty remark in that would leave her burned. Of course, that could be next to impossible. She's never seen Cheyenne back down so easily, though... Maybe she could use Gavin to her advantage.... In more ways than one.

She downed the rest of her drink and set it on the bar successfully. She wolf whistled towards Gavin before shouting playfully, "C'mon, Captain, you have to keep me wet." Her suggestive tone might've been a bit too much for him, but she wanted Cheyenne to squirm from her nonchalance. She bit her lip and lifted the glass up, gesturing to it with her sultry smile.

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

"Plus, boots aside, we know you'd win the bitch gold medal." She pursed her lips and looked like she was thinking and then shrugged slightly with a nod. Was that supposed to be an insult? She would win, and she'd be damn proud of it. It had only been intended to insult Nicole.

"What, like you haven't tapped that already? Are you just jealous he came after me, instead of crawling back to you for seconds?" YUUUP she thought, her mind reeling at the very idea of Gavin choosing Nicole over her, but doing her best not to show it. "Not at all." She lied, giving her a cavity inducing smile. "Just surprised you would crawl around picking up my sloppy seconds. Actually, scratch that. I'm not that surprised." She offered.

Hah!

When Nicole mentioned her "admirer", Cheyenne turned to look who it was. She'd seen him around. He was okay, but she had never taken him home, or gone to his. He wasn't bad, but he wasn't great looking either. Not even close to Gavin, who she knew could get the job done. She snorted, ready to make a witty comeback about how she thought she would prefer to take Gavin, when she heard the whistle beside her.

Her eyes narrowed and her lips slid into an annoyed, thin line when Nicole not-so-subtly hinted at sex. Sure, she was using the guise of wanting another drink, but any retard could see she was trying to get him in her pants.

Oh, two could play this. She thought to herself.

"Desperate?" She asked coyly, turning her gaze to Gavin. She needed to win this battle. She waited for the boy to come with Nicole's refill, sliding her elbows onto the bar and steepleing her fingers under her chin.

"Speaking of wet, You have any plans after work, Gav?" She asked, cocking a brow curiously at him. She would be more subtle. "I heard there are some sea turtle nests out at Megsy Isle. Might be a good night to watch to see if any hatch." She suggested. She did her best not to show her triumphant grin, wanting to seem genuine.

Gavin seemed like he might like that sort of crap.

[GAVIN BROOKS]

Gavin felt uncomfortable with the girls being together. He had no tie to either of them, other than he happened to have slept with them both. He didn't necessarily like one more than the other, but he did prefer Nicole. Cheyenne was great. She was funny, strangely intelligent, sexy and knew what buttons to push, but Nicole? There was something mesmerizing about her that he couldn't put his finger on. She had all the same wonderful qualities Cheyenne did, but he felt more drawn to her. Maybe because she had let him stay the morning after instead of making him feel like a splinter in her foot as Cheyenne did. She was obviously not interested in prolonging one night stands.

When he heard the whistle he was in the middle of mixing a drink for another couple of girls, but looked over anyway. "C'mon, Captain, you have to keep me wet." The way she bit down on her lip and grinned made him want to stop what he was doing and do just that; keep her wet. His eyes moved to her lips, wanting to bite them as well and he gulped, spilling some of the drink he was mixing.

He looked away, his cheeks slightly flushed as he finished his job, and then mixed Nicole's drink away from her, afraid of spilling completely with the taunts he knew he was about to receive.

The boy made his way over and slid the drink in front of her, grinning. "I'll keep you good and wet tonight, don't you worry." He winked and he felt a stirring in his pants at his own words, but when Cheyenne piped up, he felt it again.

Holy shit, they're fighting for me!

The realization alone made him giddy with amusement. I wonder if I could get them to agree to a threesome..

"Turtles?" He asked raising a brow. Surely she had other plans in mind. "Hmm..." He wasn't about to commit to anything yet, not until Nicole had a fair chance to barter for his tool. "I don't have anything planned yet, per se.." He said, looking at Nicole and raising a brow, smirking as if to tell her she was allowed to make a better offer. If she dared..

[nicoleryder]

Turtles? Nicole successfully ignored Chey's comments until her attempt to take him to the sea. She almost laughed. Sure Gavin was more sensitive and gentleman-like than most but he wasn't a complete softy. She had a good idea of what he wanted. It was the reason she was here! They both wanted the same thing. Nicole didn't know why Cheyenne was beating around the bush. Cheyenne did not want to see turtles hatch. Nicole knew enough about her to realize she was attempting to play the innocent, or at least subtle, act. She saw Gavin's little smirk and shook her head. He knew what was happening. And he was trying to get the most bang for his 'buck'. He was gonna get it tonight if she won this little game!

"Oh turtles are nice of course." She smiled over at Cheyenne, it was bitterly sweet, and her eyes shone like daggers. Her expression shifted dramatically as she turned her attention to Gavin, she held that playful gleam now, one that he knew well. "But I'm sure you'd like a bit more action." She said almost too innocently. She took another drink before continuing, "I mean, what if they don't even hatch?"

Nicole reached towards him then, her fingers grazing his forearm as she talked. "I don't think being bored was on your mind for tonight." She hoped he felt it. The difference in her skin. Her little touch was a reminder of just how she felt that night. "I had other plans for us, Captain. But if you'd like to watch eggs, be my guest." She dropped her hand then and shrugged. She forced the nonchalance in her voice perfectly. Her hand grasped the glass and swirled the contents before taking a drink.

She was taunting him. She had cast the bait and hoped he'd get hooked. She hoped by pretending Cheyenne wasn't there, it would be easier to reel him in. Maybe she'd go away... Fat chance. "You know, Chey, you could come along too." That was a risky line, but she couldn't help herself. She was a tease. And a threesome was probably in every guy's fantasy list. She made a mocked shocked face, her mouth open in "surprise" before laughing and downing half of her drink. "Hey we could all hit Cloud Nine!" Now this was a legit offer. She didn't even care if Cheyenne came with, Nicole had fun dancing. And when they weren't fighting, Nicole and Chey had some fun times. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer, after all.

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

Was he seriously about to rival them against each other? She found herself annoyed. She was clearly the better choice. Why was Gavin taunting her? Better yet, why was he giving Whornicole the time of day? Maybe he felt bad for her.

The turtles were of course just an excuse to get him alone on the beach. She would rock his world once they got there. beach sex was great, as long as you were careful not to get sand inside you. Sandy sex was like screwing a hunk of sandpaper. Never fun.

"Oh turtles are nice of course. But I'm sure you'd like a bit more action." Going right in for the kill, eh? Cheyenne thought. Slut.

What was Nicole's deal? She didn't like competition. She wasn't used to it. Normally she felt she would definitely win, but what guy in his right mind would pass up sex to see fucking turtles hatching? Even she preferred Nicole's offer. She hated her. She hated the way she touched Gavin and dubbed him "Captain". What a stupid nickname, and he was no doubt eating it up.

"You know, Chey, you could come along too." She was losing this battle. No one rivaled her! Nicole wasn't a match! Though, clearly she was, and right now even Cheyenne had to admit she was winning. Fuck!

She plastered a smile on her face though she was reeling on the inside. "A threesome, huh?" She turned her fierce, lioness eyes on her prey; the poor, naive little human. "I'm game." She said, using the word threesome easily, planting the seed in all of their minds. She would take Nicole to bed if it meant taking Gavin, and she waned them all to consider that. She wasn't all that interested in doing things with Nicole. The idea itself didn't bother her, the girl was hot and if she was going to fool around with anyone, she wanted her to be hot. Plus, the more she paid attention to Nicole, the more Gavin would pay attention to her.

Her eyes were locked on Gavin, a mischievous smile on her face. "When are you done work?"

[GAVIN BROOKS]

They truly were vying for his attention, or perhaps just his company that evening. He really couldn't believe two completely hot chicks were all about him. It was weird, and cool, and a total turn on. When Nicole mentioned action he felt a lump in his throat. Action sounded good.. it sounded better than turtles, but he wasn't stupid enough to think little miss Cheyenne was interested in those crummy turtles. She wanted him alone on the beach. It had potential! Plus, the turtles weren't supposed to hatch for another month or two.

"I don't think being bored was on your mind for tonight." He loved Nicole's sass. The girls were similar, but in the end Cheyenne had a bitchy streak and an ego, where as Nicole let everything slide off her shoulders, and though her ego was large, she didn;t quite show it the same way Chey did. He chuckled at her comment and noticed the annoyed look in Cheyenne's eyes.

"You know, Chey, you could come along too."

"A threesome, huh? I'm game."

Were they seriously having this discussion? Did Cheyenne say threesome loosely or...was she insinuating they all get down and dirty together? He cleared his throat, his jaw slack as he looked between the girls. He would never in a million years pass that up. No sane man would.

"When are you done work?"

It took a minute for him to register Cheyenne was talking to him as his mind wandered to the possibilities that awaited him. Or maybe he was just getting excited over nothing. Nicole mentioned Cloud 9 and his brows furrowed. "I'm closing tonight, ladies. By the time I'm done and out, Cloud 9 will have closed." He wanted to hang out, though! "Shoot.. uhh.... well, if you ladies wanted to come on over to my place or something? I have drinks. I am a bartender after all.." He offered. "Unless.. is Cloud 9 open later than us? When's final call?"

[nicoleryder]

She wasn't serious. Cheyenne actually took her up on her little joke. Nicole was fuming on the inside. This was not supposed to happen. She ran her fingers through her hair as she wiped an aggravated expression off her face. She allowed her curls to fall naturally, if a little mussed. She didn't have a problem with having a threesome... Sharing is caring right? But Nicole wasn't on planning on sharing with Cheyenne. Actually, if Cheyenne wasn't such a bitch Nicole might even be attracted to her. She has used the threesome excuse to experiment with girls before. And even got "drunk" enough to make out with her fair share. It was all confusing to Nicole. She knew she liked guys. Girls? Unknown. But basically, she liked to have fun. No matter what.

As Gavin was rattling on about Cloud 9 and his hours, Nicole tried to focus back in. He was closing eh? More time for alcohol. The more Nicole drank, the wilder she was in bed. At least that's what she's been told. "I doubt they'd be open much later... I'm sure you can entertain us enough back at your place." She didn't bother getting Cheyenne's opinion. In fact she was pretty sure she had control of this whole situation. Well, that's what Nicole liked to think.

She wondered what Gavin could possibly be thinking. Wait, no. Nicole definitely knew. His mind had to be reeling about the night he was about to have. Lucky bastard. She almost laughed, she was actually kind of happy for him. Why? She didn't know. She wasn't sympathetic for the guy. Obviously he could get any girl in here. Including Nicole and Cheyenne... Combined apparently. But that's exactly why she was glad for him. Nicole subconsciously thought Chey and her were the hottest chicks in Scriptor Bay! And clearly some of the more... experienced. If this wasn't a match made in "heaven" she didn't know what was.

A thought crossed her mind. Could she out-drink Cheyenne?

Nicole debated this in her head. Nicole's been drinking years longer than her, due to her being a Blurr. But she has seen Chey hold her own liquor. Though Nicole was shorter than her. Although they had similar builds, that still could give her an advantage. She'd try it. If from nothing else, Nicole's experience should give her an advantage Shouldn't it? If Cheyenne drank enough... Maybe she'd pass out and Nicole could have Gavin all to her self. A selfish thought... but so was Chey! Maybe even more so. They got off on the wrong foot right off the bat when they met. Nicole had a feeling Cheyenne didn't like having her on her feeding grounds.

She smacked the table then, an excited, almost feisty look in her eyes. "Well lets get this started right!" Just then she gulped the rest of her mix and slammed the cup back down. She glanced at Gavin for her order, then to her blonde enemy, "Two Jager Bombs. This one's on me, skank." She said to Cheyenne, elbowing her and smiling as if they were best friends. She had to admit, though, if this plan didn't work they were going to have one hell of a night.

[CHEYENNE MCLEESTER]

Gavin looked more than happy at the thought of accommodating them both at his place. She couldn't really blame him. The thought would be exciting to her, too, and if he was as clever as he seemed he would surely realize they would be vying for his attention, which meant not only would he have two women in his bed, but two overly eager ones.

She gave Nicole a look that meant one thing; it's on. Cheyenne could out fuck Nicole any day of the week. It wasn't even a matter of her wanting Gavin that bad. She could easily take a night off, and she wouldn't really mind, it was simply the fact that Nicole was there and so very willing to please. How could she let her come and do that? She was head honcho. She, not Nicole.

"Well lets get this started right!" A wicked smile slid onto her face as Nicole ordered their drinks. "Bottoms up, whore." She shot back when Gavin poured their drinks, grabbing the shot glass and dropping it into her beer. She had no choice but to chug, tasting the strange combination of the yeasty beer mingled with the anise flavored liquor. They weren't her drink of choice, but they could definitely get you messed up quickly if you weren't careful.

Maybe that was Nicole's point. Oh, she wants to try and out drink me AND take Gavin. HAH!

She slammed her glass down on the counter and licked her lips, narrowing her eyes and smirking at her competition. "Delicious." She purred and turned back to Gavin, leaning on the bar, her arms folded and her breasts popping over the top of the counter. "My turn to buy drinks. Would you mix us up a couple of shots of liquid cocaine?" She purred, and then smirked at Nicole. Challenge accepted.

[GAVIN BROOKS]

Two equally sexy girls were coming home with him tonight. Gavin was in his element and could hardly contain himself. Had he cleaned? Did it matter? He had to fight the urge to sniff himself and make sure he smelled okay. He smelled like bar, like he always did when working. A heady combination of sweat, beer, and cologne. Personally, he liked it. It was manly, or so he thought.

He watched the girls have their little pissing contest, obeying their commands for drinks. The made their Jagger bombs and watched them down them with ease. Next he mixed their liquid cocaine's, shaking his head at the pair. Were they really going to fight for him like this? Get each other so drunk that they didn't know which way was up? Would they even be fun f they did that?

Gavin seriously considered this for a moment. He was beginning to let his own excitement cloud his judgement. He should stop the girls from doing what they were doing, despite wanting them both in bed simultaneously. A real man would stop them.

But I don't want to, his inner boy whined and it was all he could do to not pout there at the bar. He had to man up. With a sigh he gripped the bar between the girls, giving them both stern looks. "Alright, take it easy. I'll cut you both off in a heartbeat if I think you've had too much, got it?" He warned. Why the hell was he sacrificing the happiness of his favorite little friend for these women's healthy?

Because deep down he was actually a decent guy.

[nicoleryder]

'The drink slid down her throat without her tasting it. She had already had a drink stronger than just Chey's beer so she was already feeling slight effects. Maybe she shouldn't have started out with Jack's... She saw her cocky little smirk. Always cocky, she was. Always showing it off too! She saw Chey's chest almost knock over her drink. Far too obvious, she resisted rolling her eyes as she purred at Gavin. Nicole had the urge to backhand her. She restrained herself, for now, and when the drinks arrived she managed to knock it back easier than before.

"Alright, take it easy. I'll cut you both off in a heartbeat if I think you've had too much, got it?"

She mentally cursed Gavin. He chose now to be a gentleman! Silly boy... Now she had to deal with Chey in bed. No problem, she thought almost too cockily. She'd blow Gavin and Cheyenne's mind! "Aw, but Gavin... I would think you'd want to loosen us up a bit." She did pout. Partially cause that liquor was hitting the spot. Nicole had plenty of room left! Who did he think he was!

But Nicole knew. That sweetness he obviously got from back home (Nicole was very observant while he talked with his mom). This kid had some strange morals. He's probably bouncing off the walls in his head at the thought of a threesome, but apparently cares for the girls' health. She sighed, sliding her head into her hand. Or... Maybe he just wanted them sober enough to really give him a good time? Smart prick. He was cunning. Nicole almost laughed, it was something she would do. "Alright Captain, then one more drink for me. The usual Jack and Coke." Might as well end with a high note.

She glanced over at Cheyenne then, her body and mind relaxing from the alcohol in her system, an amused smirk on her lips. This bitch was going down. She was actually getting mad now. She should get pissed right? Right! This slut was trying to take her fuck buddy tonight. Making her share! Outrageous. Her eyes narrowed at her, exaggerating her despising mood. "You know," she started, her voice smooth and icy, "you can go be a cunt somewhere else." It was straight, blunt, and to the point. She didn't care right now! She was so frustrated it was ridiculous.