The Russian Tease...

[Morgoth]

OOC: Land-lease. Also I would like to update my profile. To the martial arts add Hap-kido and to history, he has worked in the KGB. He is completely loyal to his country however and cannot be bought. He is an expert sniper. And is best with a .22 Beretta.

IC: Dima walked up to Derek. "Hello. You do know that if you stay this quiet, I won't be the only one able to tell you are a mecenary", said Dima. "Would you mlike a glass of Votka?" he continued.

 

[Drake]

Derek:

My initial ambivalence towards this girl - Tatianna - that turned out to be American, of all things! - is fast turning into a grudging affection. Dammit, I'm beginning to like her, despite her blonde hair and tits-in-your-face attitude. If only she'd speak Russian, though. The American accent just doesn't do her justice.

There are drinks I'd rather have than lemon drops, but I must admit that the sugary taste on the tongue is quite pleasant, and also strangely erotic. I slowly lick my hand, not looking at her, and order the next round from the bemused bartender.
"How're you holding up, my dear?" I ask gallantly, with a gracious bow of the head.
"Just fine," she answers, drawing the back of her hand across her mouth. I look down at her other hand, which is clutching the bar. The perfect knuckles are white. Just fine...we'll see about that.
Let's see if I can goad her into speaking some Russian for me, I think with a mischevious grin.
"Charosho," I say with just the right inflection. Russian for "very well". Eyes glittering with enjoyment and alcohol, I wait to see if she takes the bait.

 

[Drake]

Derek:

I turn at the interruption, finding myself not indifferent, as I expect, but strangely irritated. Next to me stands that Russian guy, and I size him up carefully. He knows I'm a merc, which is hardly breaking news, although I must admit that I know hardly anything about him. A problem I resolve to correct in future.
"I'm afraid I'll have to pass on that one, mate," I say, keeping my voice under control and not slurring it with a bit of effort. "Spasiba". Thank you.

He looks irritated at the refusal, but settles down and orders a drink for himself anyway.

I turn my attention back to the intoxicated and intoxicating woman beside me...

 

[Morgoth]

Dima stands chugs his drink after the refusal and stands up. He pulls out his Beretta and shoots three times into the air and pockets it before anyone even hears the shots. Then he waits to see what the kids would do to evacuate the civilians. The people get into a panic and start running wild.

 

[Snowblind]

Chaos erupts around me. It appears that some idiot just shot three times. What was that sound...Oh, yeah...a nine millimeter. I continue sipping on my beer, until some civilian puke bumps into me, spilling beer all over me. Being somewhat manic-depressive, and drunk, and a little upset about being so far from my true friends, I snap. Nothing serious, however, I just punched him in the face to stun him, then twice again as he fell to the floor. He was unconscious, and causing quite the traffic jam as he lay there, getting stepped on.

"That was my friend, punk." I looked over my shoulder to see some guy who looked drunker than I was throwing a haymaker. Poor guy.

I stepped into his punch, grabbing his wrist with one hand and extending it. With the other I struck the backside of his elbow, shattering it. Everyone near me just looked at me as I sat back down and finished what was left of my beer.

 

[Morgoth]

Dima looked around him in awe at the idiocy of the students. He pulled out the pistol and fired. "Everybody freeze, Dima Zelin, CIA", he said, causing everyone, even some drunks to stop and look."I have KGB training, in case any of you are think of anything", he said. Still, somebody ran up behind him. Dima spun around and executed a perfect round house kick, sending the man on the ground with a broken jaw."I said don't try anything!", he shouted. "Now, everyone from that FBI school, student and teacher alike, get over here", he shouted.

 

[Snowblind]

Who was this guy? He holds no authority over me...I kick the two limp bodies out of the way and head to the bar.

"What'll it be, sir," the bartender asked, looking nervously at that maniac with the gun.

"Budweiser."

 

[Morgoth]

"Okay, Mercenary boy, i know you are a teacher, now get over here!" Dima roared. The students quickly began to run up around him.

 

[Snowblind]

I sit at the bar, letting my "temporary instructor" badge show, but I make no move to walk over to him. I have my orders, and they will not be overridden by anyone.

 

[Drake]

Derek:

I can hear the three shots clearly, and quickly identify the weapon as a Beretta pistol. I have an inkling of what this Russian idiot is doing, although it doesn't impress me. I roll my eyes at Tatianna.
"Apparently a severe case of a hyperactive hormonal system," I murmur to her, my eyes focussing a little lower on her body that I intend them to. She nods, and gives me a saucy wink.
"Da, tvarich," she replies, in perfect Russian. I grin and growl low in my throat, despite the pandemonium reigning around us as there is a general stampede for the door.

The CIA puke in the corner is beating the crap out of some poor civvie, and the irate (and doubtless drunk) Russian behind me is bellowing something about "mercenary boy". I have a strong urge to shoot him in the kneecap, but pulling stunts like that is not how I have established a reputation for playing things cool in the last four years. So I sigh, and slowly turn to face him.
"What the hell do you want, mate?" I ask, and fold my arms.

 

[Morgoth]

"I am one of the new instructors at the school. And all of you, students and teachers alike are in my class. Don't argue, I outrank you about twenty or so times. The next few months is going to be total hell for all of you, then it will gradually get easier. None of you should try anything in my class, or your going to have one sore body", he scrwamed."Now get over here, or I'll break a few bones!", he shouted. "You iditiots have the worst training an FBI officer could possibly have. When I shot into the air, that was a test. It showed me just how well you morons know how to stop a panic and evacuate citzens safely. Your score: a flat zero! Then, you were put to another test: following orders and being gullible!" suddenly his expression softened,"And I am glad to say that the students have a 100% for orders but a zero for gullibility and the teachers have tha direct oppsite! Though I have to label you all in my mind as dead men, you at least passed one part of the test", he shouted. "Now, tomorrow morning, you are to report outside to the main gate at 3:00 in the morning. Arguing will result in injuries", he commanded.

 

[Snowblind]

This was going to be the worst few weeks of my life. I hoped this guy wasn't in charge. If he was...

Well, anyway. I finish my beer, leaving the empty bottle on the bar. The bartender walked up to me, threw the bottle in the trash, and asked, "What do ya need?"

"Uh, nothing right now. I'm okay," he nodded. The chaos slowly died down as the untrained personnel in the bar evacuated. I was a little tired now, suffering from jet lag. I yawned, stood, and eased myself off of the barstool. I was ready to get into the bed, and to work at 7:00 tomorrow.

I was perfectly content in the knowledge that he had no idea as to why I was here.

 

[Drake]

Derek:

I decide that this Russian guy can talk big and do bugger all else. Possibly the world's biggest windbag, he thinks he's where it's at, but in fact is an amateur, with no idea. I studiously ignore his "orders" to leave and report tomorrow, and turn once again to the mesmerising Tatianna.
"I wouldn't take him too seriously," I suggest, polishing off another lemon drop.
"Don't worry, I'm not," she says, doing likewise.

The bar is clearing out now, but the two of us, at least, remain behind, determined to finish our drinking competition.

Idiots that actually fire live rounds in bars forgotten, I knock back another round, wondering how many more I can take. And how many more Tatianna can take. My affection for her has now been joined by a ferocious lust, which I struggle to keep in check. The last thing I want is for her to think that I want her.

 

[Morgoth]

5: 00 in the morning, next day.

The students and teachers filed outside. In front of them sat Dima. "Now, drop and give me 200. I will supervise that you do them correctly. If you don't you get hurt, understand?" he bellowed.

 

[Maniac9538]

Whispers into Tatianna's ear gently. 'You can take him...I'm betting on it.'

 

[ShyGoddess]

OOC:Enough with the power trip Morgoth. I was really happy with where this post was going. I don't know about anyone else, but I'm going to ignore his five a.m. post and go on with the drinking game. DASVEDANYA BABY!

IC: She heard the soft whisper in her ear and turned around to wink at him. "Thanks for the support, sugar." Tatianna was a little drunker than she wanted to admit and wasn't really thinking. She grasped him behind the neck and pulled his mouth to hers. She plunged her tongue into his mouth and swirled it around, making sure she tasted every part of it. When she was done she turned back to her drinking partner and downed another lemon drop. Derek was looking at her with his mouth open.

"What do you say we up the stakes a little?"

"Ummm..." he had to clear his throat before he could continue. "Sure, what for?"

"If you win, I give you and my buddy here the rest of this." and she proceeded give Derek the same treatment she had given her supporter.

"Well, think you can take me?"

Derek dropped another drink down his throat. "Deal."

 

[Drake]

Derek:

I wiped my lips with my hand, savouring the tingling sensation that remained from where Tatianna had kissed me. My brain was a swirling storm of alcohol and pure lust. The thought of bedding Tatianna was almost all that I could focus on, and I very nearly trembled in drunken excitement.

I raised the next shot, as Tatianna raised hers.
Together, we drank, then upended our glasses on the table.
I peered at Tatianna. Her cheeks were flushed, no doubt with alcohol and lust, as mine were, and her eyes glittered with the all too familiar combination of excitement, desire and drunkenness. I grinned.
"Keeping up okay, are you?" I asked, carefully making sure that my voice stayed under control.
"Just fine," she answered defiantly, although her vocal control wasn't as good, and the "just" came out a little slurred. I smiled again. Obviously I'd had more practice trying to control my voice.
"Great. Another round then, my good man," I said, waving at the barkeep, who grinned and shook his head as he poured two more. I glanced at the sexy woman across from me, then down at my lemon drop.
"Ready?" I asked.

 

[Snowblind]

Cool.

I could feel it as I left the bar. A tinge of sorrow touching my heart as I opened the car door. I looked back towards the bar. Shaking my head, I climbed into my Camaro SS and started the engine. I had a few drinks, and it was only about two blocks to my hotel that I was holed up in. I made it rather easily. It was going to be a long night, especially since I was so upset about being so far from home.

The ocean.

I opened a beer as I sat in my room, I listened to the sounds of my memories. The paddles slipping into the water, the crashing of the waves on the rocky beach. The harsh, barked commands from my superiors and those that I barked to my juniors. I raised my bottle to my memories of friends I had and friends that I lost.

Soon after I finished the beer, I slipped into a deep sleep, dreaming of fair seas and foreign shores.

 

[Syd]

Catching up....

Demi:

Suddenly feeling like everyone was watching us, that "they're standing a bit too close to each other for old friends" look...I threw my arms around Thor-one around his neck, the other around his waist- and gave him a big "good to see ya buddy" hug. With my chin resting on his shoulder, I whispered, "Saying goodbye to you was the hardest thing I've ever done". As I spoke I spyed the man who had caught my attention earlier. He was watching us. Our eyes met and he raised his shot in a toast to me, slammed it down in an instant and placed the shot glass in a line behind the several he had already enjoyed. I strum my fingers in a little wave.

Why did I just do that? I asked myself...Perhaps it's because I'm so glad to be back among American men. European men are fine, but there's nothing like an American man! And perhaps he's not so unapproachable after all. I figure he's an agent of little scrupples, but I am not one to judge...

I Break my hug with Thor and he motions to a booth in the far corner. We sit, side to side, facing the room. A candle and wall sconse are the only sources of light. I take his hand and slowly move my fingers over the top. "I'm here to teach a workshop. Believe it or not, it's called 'A Woman's Weapon'. I'll be showing the new female trainees how to hold back their sexual weapon and when to unleash it on the unsuspecting victim", I laugh. His eyes twinkle at me. I can't tell if he's listening to me or just watching my lips move. It's as if no time has passed. "God, I'm glad you're here. It'll make the next month bearable!" His face drops. "A month? That's it?" The twinkle in his eyes diminishes a bit.

A shot rings out, then 2 more. It's deafening. Thor covers my head and pushes me down under the booth. He starts out of the booth and I grab him. "No...wait! ...Please.. let him relax a bit. He'll just go more apeshit if he's approached." Having much experience (too much for my liking) with snipers and kidnappers, I figure the shooter's profile out the second he fired his round. He's a hot head, looking for attention. He is not well educated and he relies heavily on being tough. His father was probably overbearing and his mother was probably a whore. Those poor russian women, so many are thrown into prostitution to raise money for the family. He matches the profile of many KGB members, but this guy seems to be delusional. Then, everyone is on him and it's over in a flash. The usual fists are thrown, noses broken, but things settle down and we come up from our cover. I just want to be held...I want this crazy world to vanish!

Tyring to keep my cool, I say, "I need a drink and I need to move" I say with my voice shaking a bit. Getting up, I say, "I'll get us something". His smile reassures me, as it always had. "Sure honey, make 'em doubles!!", Thor winks.

Walking to the bar, tucking my tee in to my jeans, trying to straighten myself a bit... I did not expect this outburst tonight. My feeling of being safe was just a momentary lapse...but will I ever feel safe? I motioned to the bartender, running my fingers through my long hair. I take a deep breath, my breasts lift up and my stomach pulls in. I squeeze my butt and clench my fists. I exhale...As I release, I glace down the bar. The dancer and the man who had toasted me earlier are matching shot for shot. Her back is to me and I can see his face. His eyes are fixed on her...yep...sheer lust. I watch his tongue as it licks his hand. In what seems like slow motion, it pushes out of his mouth through his lips. His mouth opens as his tongue comes out more, his hand goes to meet it. His tongue flattens on his thumb and he licks with a long stroke. I am mesmorized, I can only imagine his tongue running up my... "What'll be? Whatever you want is on the house", says the bartender, pulling me out of my fantasy...

"Four slippery nipples ,please, 86 the grenadine". My request earns me the attention of this dark agent I've been eyeing. I flash him a smile then turn to see Thor talking to some of the other agents, his gestures mocking the idiot shooter. They all laugh at his retelling of the incident. I smile again as I watch him with his friends. The thought of losing him enters my mind, but I quickly push it right out. I take another deep breath, turning back to this man I am drawn to.

The bartender brings the shots, saying, you're new around here". "Well, I taught here a few years back. I've returned for a month to teach a workshop. My name's Demi." "Nice to meet you, Demi, I'm Pete". "Well, Pete, it's nice to meet you and I'm sure we'll become great friends! Can I run a tab"? "Sure Demi, anything for you". We laugh. Watching him walk down to the register, I think, man...he's cute!! What's wrong with me? Every man is turning me on!

I gather the shots in my nimble fingers in an attempt to carry them all. But I don't realize that my hands are still shaking a bit. The drinks almost completely slip out of my hands and clink back down on the bar. "Arggg"! I lick my fingers in hopes of getting every drop. A tad embarrassed, but not really caring, I look to see who saw me do that little piece of bad waitressing....


[Edited by Syd on 08-21-2000 at 09:57 PM]

 

[Thor's Hammer]

The clink of glasses at the bar momentarily draws my attention. The sound reminded me of......"No Thor, best not dredge up old memories. Sometimes ashes are better than fresh wounds."

Sweeping the scene, I notice that Demi has fumbled the drinks and is looking from the bartender to the drunken fool at the end of the bar....the one with 'tits.'" She is different, but why shouldn't she be? Musing to myself as I turn back to my old friends, "Years pass, and Camelot cannot be recaptured. The moth is inevitably consumed by the flame or the flame burns out."

My friends are so engrossed in an old war story about an operation in Laos, that they do not notice my far away look.

[Edited by Thor's Hammer on 08-22-2000 at 01:58 PM]

 

[Drake]

Derek:

I hear the tell tale sound of spilled drinks and avert my gaze from Tatianna just long enough to see the woman that was talking to Thor trying her best to waste several shots. I grin impishly at her and give her a saucy wink, just to let her know that I, at least, have seen her trip up.

The alcohol and my present state of excitement give me a new way of looking at the world, at least for a while. My normally clincal, cold view of people is replaced by a hypersensual, hedonistic way of seeing. When I look at the woman, who is wearing plain clothes, I see a kind of careless beauty, a marvellous body that has been contained within casual clothing in order to stop it drawing attention to itself. As I watch the woman's lithe fingers shake while they regain control of her drinks, I imagine those same trembling fingers running down over my chest, my belly, my...

I shake my head ever so slightly. If Tatianna has noticed me staring at this other woman, then she surely isn't giving anything away. An hour ago I was my normal self, reluctant to engage with anyone in the world. But enough drinks and "good" company have changed all that completely...

 

[Maniac9538]

Shakes his head clear after the kiss. 'Damn' Watches her kiss Derek and grins, drinks down both of his drinks and grins, liking the bet.

 

[ShyGoddess]

Tatianna:

She could feel the booze running through her system. It always made her extremely horny. It didn't help that she had two very sexy men near her.

"You two look like you need a dance. Bartender, one more round." Tatianna picked up her drink and took it with her to the dance floor. She looked and saw that they were about to follow her. She shook her head at them. "Uh-uh, stay right there." She started to sway her body to the music, never allowing her eyes to leave her two men.

 

[Syd]

Demi:

I manage a shrug and a smile before he looks back to the woman sitting just inches away from him. I laugh at myself...I need to stay focused...I cannot afford to get boy crazy! I wipe my hands on some cocktail napkins and attempt to pick up the glasses again. Ah hah! Got 'em! I turn to walk back to our table and almost bump into the woman in blue. I give her a polite smile and say, "excuse me". She's heading out to the dance floor alone. I glance back at her audience and see that they are glued to her movements. "Now"...I think to myself, "if she can do that out in the field, she will be a very effective weapon"! Thoughts of my workshop topics float briefly back into my mind...

Returning to our booth, I watch Thor with his freinds. I can't take my eyes off of him. He is so open with his trusted friends, but when it comes to strangers, he is so aloof and cold. I like the contrast in him, it makes him so very unpredictable. I see now that he is not engaged in the conversation, but somewhere else. I would love to be a fly on the wall of his mind. He is so intense...

I stare at him, trying to reel in his attention. Waiting for him to come drink with me, be with me, caress me, say sweet things to me... tears well up in my eyes as I think about the time we were together. I quickly dry them, trying to conceal my true feelings...

[Edited by Syd on 08-23-2000 at 07:16 AM]

 

[Thor's Hammer]

My sixth sense is sending me signals. Pulling myself back to the present, I turn slightly...and see Demi staring at me...from our booth - the drinks she fumbled at the bar sitting in front of her. Apparently no one else is joining her...."Oh how I wish I could roll back time..to those wonderful, intense times we had together. I should have....," and then think, "Thor, quit the coulda, shoulda, woulda stuff - you look forward, not back at things you can't change."

Gracefully extricating myself from my old friends, I walk....toward Demi....looking around the room - I just can't break the habit of being always on guard.

She is so lovely.......

[Edited by Thor's Hammer on 08-23-2000 at 07:44 AM]