Nightlife

Nightlife
"Mike!" gasped MILLIE as the whirling tangle of bodies made it hard for her to try and pick out some way that she was going to contribute rather than become an additional liability.

…only to fail miserably as Mike came flying, ass-first and upside-down, into her suddenly-frozen posture, like she didn't know which way to get out of the way in, just utterly useless after a few drinks and a belly full of expensive Japanese fare.

She landed in a tangle, nose-blood all over both herself and her new beau, wheezing along with him on the floor.

South Town
Well, conventionally, Weight classes are a thing.

Mike, suddenly feeling pressure on his hips and stomach, fights to keep his dinner down as he suddenly feels the world turning upside down.

WHEEEZE

He remarks in disbelief as the serving girl, doing a different kind of serving, launches him over her head.
His eyes close to help his inner ear and his equilibrium from going completely cattywampus, And whether MILLIE was quick enough or too slow, Mike had no say in the matter.

He either slams into her ass-first, or finishes the Tomoe-Nage demonstration and lands hard on his back.

If there was any wind left in his chest, it was jettisoned in the same moment his spine aligned with the tatami-mats.

Wheeze!, Mike says, incredulously.

South Town
Well, conventionally, Weight classes are a thing.

Mike, suddenly feeling pressure on his hips and stomach, fights to keep his dinner down as he suddenly feels the world turning upside down.

WHEEEZE

He remarks in disbelief as the serving girl, doing a different kind of serving, launches him over her head.
His eyes close to help his inner ear and his equilibrium from going completely cattywampus, And whether MILLIE was quick enough or too slow, Mike had no say in the matter.

He either slams into her ass-first, or finishes the Tomoe-Nagai demonstration and lands hard on his back.

If there was any wind left in his chest, it was jettisoned in the same moment his spine aligned with the tatami-mats.

Wheeze!, Mike says, incredulously.

Mr. Ranger collared Boo-boo

South Town
When Mike pushes off the ground to get back to his feet, He's still got his eyes on The World's Meanest Serving girl. She leaps at him, and he throws his hands up into the air, protecting his face in case she was looking to club him in the skull. His left leg, the one major Cybernetic he has slides back into a bracing maneuver, so instead of falling backwards, the utilitarian prosthetic supports the sudden increase of weight.

Leaving The Serving girl straddling Mike while he stood.

Mike, in a quick movement that has the added benefit of showing everyone in the room why weight classes exist, Brings his hands down to grab at her lean shoulders and clavicle,

And throw his arms forward while he drops his legs out from under him. Colloquially known as a powerbomb, He tries to send the Woman back of the head first through the floor. His arms pressing hard against her shoulders and neck, with his forearms as flat as he can against her chest.

Right before MILLIE launches herself at the woman as well. With any luck, she'd instead have full guard on Mike. Or out cold.

Anyways, on the bottom, which is not where you want to be in a fight. MILLIE could kick her right in the skull.

WHEEZE, Mike says.

Egypt

Nightlife
"You BITCH!"

MILLIE grabbed nothing, which was itself quite disappointing, but more than that she just watched the serving girl twirl through the air and then missile herself leg-first into Mike… only to kick him and then jump again!

In that time, she managed to get back to her feet, assessing briefly before taking advantage of the situation to circle, and then just rush forward again, just trying to grab her in some kind of rear bear-hug that should open her up for retaliation from EZ Mike, even if it looked like she was aiming for some kind of… bizarre… conception-lock with her legs.

It didn't matter to her that she was still dribbling blood down the bottom half of her face and most of her top, that blood was about to get everywhere in short order. Who knows who's hurt and how much, soon enough.

Believe it or not, I had never seen The Shining until
about 3 months ago. Weird, huh? I loved it thought.

South Town
Well, Mike figured he was the bigger, more threatening target, which meant that he should be the one focused on. Also, MILLIE was on the ground, and you holding a tiny knife and trying to get to her to do real, lasting damage would require you to crouch down over the moving, vermillion-haired vixen. Then you would have to find an artery or some other vital point that the small, scalpel-like blade would be the most effective. Simply slashing at her with Mike bearing down on you would not be the smartest move and the engagement of Mike first meant you weren't here to simply Assassinate MILLIE, in fact you attacked him first. So with that—

And then he gets kicked, full-force, in the chest. His breath explodes out of his mouth in a soy sauce spit mist. The wheeze of the air through the slowly bruising and swelling throat very apparent, even through the vocal "Huuuuuuuuuuuu—" that leaves his lips as he is tumbled off his feet and lands hard onto a table, which up-ends and sends a tablet with Karaoke suggestions flying across the room in a demonstration of a lever in action.

Mike, once again, is left breathless as he tries to climb to his feet. His lungs burned, and his eyes were watering.

At least you threw the scalpel away.

Happy Birthday!

Man, i love that song.

Rest well.

South Town
Well, Mike figured he was the bigger, more threatening target, which meant that he should be the one focused on. Also, MILLIE was on the ground, and you holding a tiny knife and trying to get to her to do real, lasting damage would require you to crouch down over the moving, vermillion-haired vixen. Then you would have to find an artery or some other vital point that the small, scalpel-like blade would be the most effective. Simply slashing at her with Mike bearing down on you would not be the smartest move and the engagement of Mike first meant you weren't here to simply Assassinate Mike, in fact you attacked him first. So with that—

And then he gets kicked, full-force, in the chest. His breath explodes out of his mouth in a soy sauce spit mist. The wheeze of the air through the slowly bruising and swelling throat very apparent, even through the vocal "Huuuuuuuuuuuu—" that leaves his lips as he is tumbled off his feet and lands hard onto a table, which up-ends and sends a tablet with Karaoke suggestions flying across the room in a demonstration of a lever in action.

Mike, once again, is left breathless as he tries to climb to his feet. His lungs burned, and his eyes were watering.

At least you threw the scalpel away.

The question is when will that day be Kisses for you sweetie

Rti

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Thanks Mona hands her a hundred!

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