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 Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 10:07 pm
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 10:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 7:58 pm
It was almost noon when the small bearded man awoke, head spinning and dry-heaving. Oh, what fun hangovers were. He was glad no one could see him like this. Most assholes would just find it comical to see some one with Dwarfism suffering from a hangover.
Eugene hadn't had that much to drink since his College days, and even then it was only one time. Agreeing to being the ball for midget bowling qualified as one of those undignified moves.
Slowly, he got dress, a blue dress shirt with his gray slacks, and slowly headed up stairs. He needed to talk to Jacky, just to make sure she was okay. He hadn't heard from her in a few days, but figured she was at least safe. Then again, she was stupid enough to get herself hurt.
"Erg...Jacky? Wake up. Its Eugene. We need to talk about the case." Eugene said, rapping his fist on the door as he rubbed his temples. Oh, sweet lord, even knocking was too damn loud.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 8:43 pm
Once more the afternoon had found Ms. Jacqueline fast asleep as her body slowly recuperated from her binge drinking. When Eugene wandered down the hallway and began knocking on the door, the smallest resident of the duplex hurried over to reply in his usual noisy fashion. Unfortunately, Brewster had not grown opposable thumbs during the night and was left to find another way to answer the door.
Brewster climbed on top of the large bed, walked past Nicky and climbed up on top of Jacky's back. He snorted at her and poked his cold nose on her face. "Nghhh! ......" Snort. Snort. "......." Jacky, still asleep, rolled over, knocking Brewster off the bed. Loud snort!
Brewster entered Stage 2 of his wake up process and began hopping and barking about in a circle near his owner's head, in hopes that it would rouse the lush girl. Today, it miraculously did. "Shut up, damniiiit." Jacky lifted her arm and grabbed Brewster's muzzle to shut it. "Yer always barkin' and knockin' at the door in the morning....For Chrissakes...." Slowly, the half asleep, and completely naked girl made her way to the door and pulled it open. "What the effen hell do you want Brewster?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 8:54 pm
Nicky was fast asleep, dreaming of back home. Sadly though, it was anything but a good dream. Shots rang out in his mind as an invisible assailant chased him down the back alleys of the French Quarter. As fast as he ran though, the assailant was always nipping at his heels. Barking at him...telling him that something important was going on...what? Nicky's bleary eyes snapped open and he awoke with a loud snort, almost loud enough to rival Brewster's as the fat dog fell. "Wha...? Goddamnit..." he muttered out, nuzzling his pillow. Besides the drinking and what happened a few hours ago, he was also sore just from trying to sleep normally in a bed with someone else. Between the barrel chest, his muzzle, and the tail, it was almost impossible to find a comfortable position to sleep in.
These minor aches and pains though were blown out of his mind when he realized just what was going on. He watched Jacky, completely nude open the door wide. He nervously licked his nose, pulling the covers up to cover himself. "Shitshitshit..." he muttered out, trying to calm his expressions.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 9:02 pm
"GAH! DAMNIT JACKY PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON THIS INSTANT!" Eugene barked the second he saw Jacky hungover, nude, and yet again addressing him with the wrong name. Typical.
With his fate beet red, he barged into the room, shooting a death glare at the obviously mentally challenged dog, before looking around. Oh, goody, some one else was there as well. What was he thinking; he couldn't leave her alone for a weekend let alone an entire week!
The hangover no longer his main concern, Eugene took it upon himself to pick up some of Jacky's clothes and forcing them into her hands, all the while ignoring Brewster's never-ending yapping. Then, his attention turned to the man in the bed.
"Hey! Slime ball! Wake up and get out! Taking advantage of a drunk woman...Sickening. Get the hell out! C'mon! Move it!" Eugene yelled as he turned on the lights and opened the curtains. If this man was any thing like himself, the man would NOT be fond of his yelling, insults, or light. Probably not in that order, though.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 9:23 pm
The loud screeching accompanying the whirlwind of light and clothes was rather much for the recently woken Jacky. She squinched her eyes and leaned against the wall, in an attempt to steady herself as she pulled on the panties she had been handed. Crazy people, and their clothing laws...
Wandering into the dark bathroom, Jacqueline decided now was the best time to try and figure out just what she had been doing up until she passed out. She remembered being hungry, and heading off to the cafeteria, then Nicky showed up looking like not-Nicky....Shaggin' wagons? Jacky shook her head. She couldn't concentrate with all the yelling and Brewster trying to get Eugene to take him on a walk.
"Will you all just shut up? Your barging in here isn't explaining why I'm suddenly aroused by the thought of rolling about on hamburgers!" She padded out from the tiled room and glared angrily at the three men.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 9:36 pm
This was going from bad to worse as he noticed the miniature suit barge into the room shouting out orders like he owned the place. He knew he could handle anything the lawyer dished out...so the yelling didn't bother him too much. It was the drawing of the curtains though that really pissed him off. He hadn't drunk that much the night before...still though, it was just goddamn rude. With a dark sigh, he swung an arm by the side of the bed and picked up his underwear and pants. It was a good thing the short b*****d hadn't started screaming about the way he looked...he may have had to blackjack the b*****d if that started. While taking his time, he began to put on his pants and accessories underneath the covers. He sighed once more as he glanced at Jacky as her fine self walk into the bathroom and came out much too fast. I treated her like a pair of gloves. When I was cold, I called her up...and it probably won't be the last time.
He completely ignored Eugene's rant and just glanced over at Jacky with a sly smirk. "You pay him to act like that?" he asked before licking his canine nose.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 10:08 pm
Eugene, finally seeing Nicky clearly, was stunned speecheless; some thing of a feat since he usually had some thing to say about every thing Jacky did. He remembered what Zach said, about the transformations and people becoming...Different. Like how Zach hadn't always been the large dragon. At the time, he thought it was a joke, but now? Oh, lord, it was like he had discovered karmic balance and it was GOOD.
"Heh heh...Well, yep, she sure does. I swear Jacky your standards have hit an all-time low with this one. I mean, I thought it was pretty bad when you slept with the plumber who looked like George Clooney, but...A dog? Hah! HAH!" Eugene said, laughing as he pointed at the muzzled man in an attempt to degrade him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 11:46 pm
Jacky glared at Eugene as she snapped on one of her lacy bras. She walked up to him and started to yell down at his face while situating herself inside the top. "I'm sick of you always bursting into my affairs! I'm not married to you, damnit! And you can't tell me who to ******** be with!" Jacky picked up Brewster and shoved him onto Eugene much in the same way he'd forced clothes on her. And what the hell is wrong with George Clooney?! The man is devilishly handsome! Brewster attempted to bark with his leash in his mouth, but ended up simply dropping the slobbery tether onto Eugene's chest.
Jacky rubbed her throbbing temples and looked over at Nicky and jerked backwards a bit, startled once again by his no longer human face. Th....that's right.... The island is haunted by poltergeists...or something... Why of all people did they have to possess Nicky? A once incredibly cute, and so far, constant source of non-judmental sex. Sighing, and with a good morning wave to the man on the bed, she wandered back into the bathroom.
The room length mirror didn't help her mood any. Her hair was a terrible mess from who knows what kind of freakish pleasures and her eyes had massive puffy dark bags under them. Pulling Brewster's blanket out of the way, she crawled into the tub and stared up at the shower head. This whole trip had been horrible. Eugene was being so damned, demandingly, bitchy and rude lately, and that wasn't in the agreement. Jacqueline Lamphear was entitled to act however the hell she pleased, not Mr. Mann, and his ridiculous last name.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 3:23 pm
And there it was, the little b*****d had finally noticed. How he could have missed it up till now was beyond Nicky, but realized it he had. I bet the shitling was positively overjoyed to have someone in a worse state of freakdom than he was for once. Must feel liberating. Too bad I'll never give him the satisfaction. In fact, the only real response Eugene got out of Nicky was a split second of his lips raising in a soft growl. Immediately after though, he had gotten himself under control and the snarl turned into that damnable smirk once more. He gave a glance to Jacky's direction, just in time to see that startled look...which threatened to cause his good humor to fail...until that is she waved and acted like nothing was wrong. That'a girl. He nodded slightly in her direction.
Nicky just turned that smirk back on Eugene and for the first time finally acknowledged his presence...of course, he waited until Jacky was back into the bathroom. "Well...what's that say about you then?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 3:29 pm
Eugene dropped the possibly retarded Brewster, and also waited for Jacky to return to the bathroom before he began his argument with Nicky to continue.
"Heh...It says I'm loyal to Jacquelin, while you, my good sir," he said, pratically spitting out the word sir, "are just some lowly b*****d of a dog. Heh, fitting though. Would fit a mutt like you perfectly." Eugene said with a smirk. He hated this b*****d; so what if he slept with Jacky? Most people slept with Jacky. It meant nothing.
"She'll never care about you. The most you'll ever be is a booty-call."
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 3:49 pm
Nicky just watched Eugene with an amused expression on his canine face, occasionally glancing at the wrinkly dog as it continued doing it's little doggy antics while hopping about the little person. "Sure it does...You see my diminutive friend," he began as he got out of the bed, fully clothed from the waist down. His tail swayed slowly from side to side, "there's a fine line between loyalty and a pathetic obsession. And you act as if I really care about that," he said as he began pulling on an undershirt, it pulling tight against his barrel chest making him look like a body builder.
"Just give up...and shut your mouth if you know what's good for you."
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 4:44 pm
"Erg...DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!" Eugene said, tackling Nicky unexpectedly. He didn't like to lose his cool, never did, but Nicky telling him to give up was just the straw that broke the camel's back. Eugene's short stature, plus Nicky's strange build, only helped the mentally distressed Midget attack the smarmy gangster.
Give up?! Give up?! A slimey b*****d like this has no right to tell me to give up!
"I'LL ******** KILL YOU!" he roared as his fist met Nicky's newly formed muzzle.
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