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Post by Sara Gallagher on Dec 5, 2009 14:04:23 GMT -8
Her punch connected perfectly with his face. heheheh... Just as planned... Her lips twisted up in a pleased smile and then she let out a grunt as he knocked into her and the two toppled to the floor. The crowd didn't know whether to laugh or cry as they continued to place their bets. Some now, were placing bets on who would pass out first as opposed to who would win. The waitress was smiling at the two with a motherly look on her face as she continued to write down the bets. The doors were locked, preventing any new people from entering, or people from leaving after placing their bets.
Sara laid winded under Matrim when he suddenly started to roll around. Her vision went sort of black and her mind kind of felt like it was sloshing around inappropriately in her skull. Probably not a good thing...
But that was ok, because a few seconds later, she seemed to come back to her wits about herself. As soon as she got on top with their rolling, she slammed her head forward into his. Her head exploded in pain, but he let go of her and she jumped to her feet, taking up a loose boxing stance and cracking her neck threateningly. "That it? Bring it on!"
What really happened: Sara attempted to headbutt Matrim, but managed to do it to soon and smacked her head off the floor before throwing her head forward at his. Her mind and her body were no longer on the same page... Or in the same book. "That zit you little buggery shit? You make me wanna vomit... I'm gunna be sick... No really, I'm gunna be sick..." And then she threw up.
One of the men in the crowd went nuts. "I won! She threw up first, I won!"
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Dec 5, 2009 14:14:10 GMT -8
Matrim had definitely knocked her against that wall, pressing her to it he would push her up along the wall higher and higher as he suddenly smelled something strange and felt a bit wet at the head, either way he ignored it as he pushed her up higher, his hands, "Give in Sara, you can't win," He would say as he laughed, he would pull back his right fist and punch her several times in the gut as the people cheered him on to win.....
Oh yeah, I'm kicking her ass....
But what ACTUALLY was going on was that Matrim was on his knees, on top of her, leaning down against her as she vomited on him, "That zit you little buggery shit? You make me wanna vomit... I'm gunna be sick... No really, I'm gunna be sick..." She had said, and where he thought he was pushing her higher against a wall, he was pushing himself down lower against her body, his face pressed against her stomach.
"Gib in Bbbbbara, boobabin." He'd say, his lips pressed against her stomach giving her a raspberry as he talked, where he thought he was punching her, he was actually grabbing her inappropriately in front of everyone... yeah.... he was definitely way too drunk to try and fight somebody. But maybe there was more than that? Who knew....
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Dec 5, 2009 19:21:56 GMT -8
Sara, on her back and pinned under Matrim, had thrown up all over her chest and on his head. Her head felt much clearer after vomiting, and the world seemed to stop spinning, thankfully, giving her a much better ability to think... about something other then being sick. But it didn't really matter anyways...
Sara watched him closely as he moved, her hands raised slightly in front of her defensively. Suddenly, he charged, catching her at the waist with his shoulder. She was strong though, stronger then he thought. She managed to keep her feet where they were and not be forced back as he started slamming his fist weakly into her abdomen. She let out a cruel laugh. "You've become weak Matrim! I can't even feel your attack, it's more like being tickled then hit!"
What was actually happening: Sara laughed and squirmed as he blew rasberries on her stomach, screaming girlishly as she tried to fight back. "NO FAIR! FIGHT FAIR! IT TICKLES, OH GOD IT TICKLES SO BAD! LET GO!!" His hands were groping her inappropriately and she grabbed at his arms trying to stop him.
As he continued to punch her, she moved to grab his arms and throw her knee into his stomach. As soon as it connected, she would push against the arms she had grabbed and send him away from her.
What was actually happening: Sara managed to work on foot between them and was using it like a car jack to try to push him off of her while she drunkenly tried to push his arms away from her goods.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Dec 5, 2009 19:33:26 GMT -8
"Oh god Matrim it hurts, it hurts so bad! Let go!" Sara screamed in his mind as he pinned her, punching her again and again, until finally her hand knocked his away, letting out a burst to do so by using her foot, kicking him in the chest, knocking him flying back, through the pool table. Matrim groaned as he looked down, his vision blurring a bit, a hand went to his forehead, fingers against his temple as he tried to gain control....
or you could go with reality, which was what Sara had actually said about tickling, and her freeing herself from his inappropriate grab, lifting him up onto his feet by pushing at his chest with her foot, he got up and stumbled back, sitting on the poker table as his hands went over his face, groaning as he fought back stomach illness from the sudden vertigo of being upright and having something pressed against his stomach only moments earlier.
"Good move Sara, but I don't know if you're ready for this!" He would say charging her and picking her up he would wrestler her to the ground, pinning her.
Or what really happend, "I don't.... feel... why am I so high up?" And then he'd fall down and land over Sara, his mouth going to hers saying, "You are beautiful!" And ignoring the fact that she just threw up on him, he would kiss her and hug her. Oh yeah, epic fight was EPIC!
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Dec 5, 2009 19:55:23 GMT -8
Matrim was thrown back, landing hard on his back on the ground in front of her. She laughed down at him, advancing slowly, prepared to finish this. He did one of those kick things again and was back on his feet before she could move. His speed had suddenly picked up. He had her pinned before she could fully comprehend the thought. He pushed her back, an... extremely low pool table right her. Her thighs hit the edge and he forced her back onto it so she was laying. She growled, staring up at him in shock. And then his lips were on hers. Passionately, she embraced him, kissing him back.
What was actually happening: Matrim landed on top of Sara, his words completely incoherent. She moaned uncomfortably, wishing she was on a bed when his mouth suddenly pressed against hers roughly. She pounded against his back trying to get him off of her before she threw up again into his mouth.
Around them, the crowd seemed to be confused, unable to figure out whether they should be moved by this, find it funny, or find it disgusting. One brave soul, who's bet was on a fight, came forward and nervously poked Matrim in the side, gently, with his foot trying to get them going again before he quickly scrambled back into the crowd.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Dec 5, 2009 20:10:26 GMT -8
White sheets surrounded the two, Matrim's body tanned as his hair was perfectly brushed, Sara laid down gently on a bed, both of them in white, Matrim white pants, her in a white dress. He kissed her gently as the wind blew his hair back, her hair being blown away from her as well as violin music added to the scene, his hands traveling up her sides to her shoulders, "I love you, Sara."
Or... what really happened. "I uv you Shairhuh!" Hair covered in vomit, matted and as he hovered over her, kissing her sloppy, in fact he didn't just kiss her lips he was pretty much all over the face area, licking her... yeah this was getting out of control. A man poked Matrim in the side, and immediately his mind drifted off to the other place....
Sara pushed gently against his side, pushing him onto his back, her now above him, "Are you sure?" He said, not really sure whether this position would make her happy or not. Yet still as she was over him he knew he would be safe and secure that they would love each other just as much, he pushed up on a hand to meet her halfway, kissing her again....
or rather, what really happened, which is that he rolled over pulling her over him, his hands going up above his head and laying down as he tried to raise himself up, only succeeding in stretching his head forward, his lips puckering at the air, "Mwuah mwuah mwuah!"
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Dec 5, 2009 20:27:17 GMT -8
"I uv you Shairhuh!"
Sara sucked in a breath, finally able to breath from his onslaught of licking and sucking on her face. She took a deep breath, looking around for help. Even in her mind, he was getting slightly to rough with her. And then he flipped them. With a groan and a hand to her mouth as her stomach gave a sickening flop, she was now sitting on him, straddling him, hunched over as her shoulders heaved.
"Mwuah mwuah mwuah!"
She stared down at him incredulously. "Kiss me Sara... Take me right now..." She looked around at all the people. "I cannot Matrim." A blush touched her cheeks. "There are to many people here, and my body is only for your eyes..."
What was really happening: Sara looked around at all the people, wobbly and utterly drunk as she stared just past people, unable to tell who was the product of double vision. "Guyz..." She planted her hand on Matrim face trying to calm him down and keep him away. "Guyz... I need help... He's trying to kill me and then have sex with my body..."
The waitress finally decided that was enough. The little pills she had slipped into the drink shouldn't be doing this to them. This was something else. "Alright, games over! Everyone out!" The men left, complaining and bitching about their losses and the waitress walked over to Sara and Matrim. Grabbing Sara, she helped pull her off of Matrim, and then wrapped her arm around Sara's waist to support her. "Common, let's get cleaned up..."
As she reached her hand down and grabbed onto Matrim's arm, she focused her gaze on another girl behind the bar. "You know what to do, set them up in a room, deal with all the normal stuff." The other waitress nodded. Sara cuddled into the waitresses waist. "I'll give you $5000 to get me a video of everything I did tonight since I got here... k?"
"Oh really?" She grabbed onto Matrim's forearm and hauled him to his feet, her hand going around his waist as well as she scooped up his card.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Dec 5, 2009 20:36:57 GMT -8
"Guyz... I need help... He's trying to kill me and then have sex with my body..." Was what she had, said, but not what Matrim had heard. Matrim looked around, them on the white four poster bed, dancers suddenly surrounding them, dancing as they kissed, until finally Sara, in his mind, said, "Isn't this wonderful Matrim? All these people here to see how much we love each other..."
Instead Matrim was helped up, being supported by a waitress, Matrim didn't even know it wasn't Sara, his arms going around the woman and his nose nuzzling her neck as she helped them to wherever she wanted to, "I.... we should move here Shaira.... let's live in Vegas! This very place! This section of floor!" He giggled a bit, knowing full well that this was definitely something he wouldn't remember in the morning. Either way he would go wherever she took them.
Meanwhile in his head, him and Sara, hands entwined, were sitting on the bed, just staring into each others eyes as they were surrounded by dancing women. A very confusing delusion, but a delusion nevertheless. Matrim was completely taken in by it all, feeling a complete state of relaxation.
In reality he'd be nipping at the waitresses neck now, saying, "I wanna go to bed.... for the night... and make this thing official!" He started giggling uncontrollably.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Dec 6, 2009 13:54:08 GMT -8
Sara held on tightly, feeling like she was on a rocking ship. "Ya really... I need to know what happened..." The waitress simply held Sara tighter as Matrim nuzzled into her neck, mumbling. The waitress couldn't understand him, but Sara seemed to no problem. Or at least that was what the waitress assumed when Sara answered back to him. "That's a gooooood idea hunny... We'd have free drinks forever... And this nice lady could move in with us, she could be our housekeeper...."
The waitress simply chuckled as she helped them to the elevator as Matrim nipped at her neck. She tilted her head, giving him better access. "Almost there guys... Almost..."
"I wanna go to bed.... for the night... and make this thing official!"
In her mind, Sara was holding onto Matrim outside the elevator, her arm wrapped around his waist as she rested her head against his side. "I love you Matrim, I'd love to... I wonder what the room will be like. I'm so excited to finally be your wife... In body and mind."
In reality, Sara to was giggling uncontrollably. "Sounds like a plan. First time as husband and wife... Better be able to keep it up!" The waitress listened and frowned. She hadn't know that they hadn't consummated it yet. How long had they been married?! That... kind of changed things...
The elevator dinged and the waitress helped the inside. As the door closed and started to rise, the movement seemed to throw off Sara and she dropped to the floor, curling up in a ball and bursting into tears. "Matrim! I don't like this ride!"
"Oh jeez...."
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Dec 6, 2009 14:12:23 GMT -8
"Sounds like a plan. First time as husband and wife... Better be able to keep it up!" Sara said, and Matrim just laughed a bit, holding onto the waitress for dear life, and finally they got into an elevator, and the doors closed moving up, and Matrim started feeling a bit weird, "Matrim! I don't like this ride!"
In Matrim's mind however, the two were flying now, and while Sara was unsure of flying, Matrim was there to help her fly, and soon she could fly faster, and climb higher than Matrim. The two of them heaving spread wings and flown above the clouds now, smiling and laughing as they flew over the earth, holding each others hands as they rode with the clouds between their legs.
In reality, "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Matrim was yelling over and over, his hands had left the waitress, and spread out like wings as he ran around in circles in the elevator, however unsafe it was to do so.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Dec 6, 2009 21:00:39 GMT -8
The waitress, whose name was actually Julie, was ready to strangle herself. It was like babysitting a bunch of kids. Literally a bunch of kids, the two of them got in enough trouble to be considered a 'bunch'. As she tried to calm down Sara, kneeling next to her and stroking her back as they headed up to the higher floors, Matrim ran around them, rocking and shaking the elevator worse then it had to be and making it worse for Sara. She didn't know HOW they could be THIS bad after what they had today. They couldn't be THAT drunk could they?
"Matrim! Sit!" she commanded, sending him a death glare before wrapping her arms around the small girl and picking her up. Sara clung to her for dear life. The boat was rocking and it wasn't stopping. She was going to be sick again... In her mind she was on a ship, the deck was rocking so bad it was almost tipping over into the tumultous water below. She let out a terrified scream, clinging to Matrim (the waitress) tighter. He held her close, whispering to her that it was ok, they would die together.
Oh hell no they wouldn't...
She started to fight, pushing against him and trying to get away. Julie was surprised by the small girls strength. There was no way in hell someone her size could be this strong, it was impossible. And yet, here she was, easily getting out of Julie's grasp and falling to the floor just as the elevator doors opened. Sara took to her feet and ran out the door (extremely wobbly and stumbling mostly). Julie grabbed Matrim by the scruff of the neck and hauled him out to go after Sara, dragging him down the hall.
Sara was running across the deck of the ship, running for dear life form the approaching water. In reality, she tripped, falling flat on her face and clawing at the ground. In her mind, a giant octopus had reached out of the stormy depths and grabbed onto her foot and was dragging her back into the water. "Matrim!! Help me!!"
People were now poking their heads out of the hotel rooms to see what was going on. Julie waved them off apoloigetically. "They just had a little to much, please, nothing to see here, move on!"
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Dec 6, 2009 22:01:27 GMT -8
"Matrim! Sit!" And almost immediately Matrim sat down on his knees and looked up, his tongue hanging out and his hands up like the paws of a dog, begging, sitting pretty. Only to have his neck grabbed as the elevator came to a stop, and suddenly he was being carried off like a young pup. It wasn't something he was used to, not at all.
In his head he was now a flying horse with wings, that's right, kind of like Pegasus was. And Sara was riding atop of him, gripping down on his neck.
In reality he was now on all fours dragging the watiress to where they were supposed to be going. Matrim in reality picked Sara up and threw her over his back so that she could play the part and then would go running off, in reality, toward the wrong direction.
Back in Matrim Land though, they were flying over the clouds and into space where they flew threw the moon, which was made of cheese, ate some of the cheese, and then had a full conversation with the man on the moon, who apparently was from Newfoundland.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Dec 7, 2009 13:40:02 GMT -8
As soon as they were out of the elevator and Julie had calmed down the other hotel guests, the tables turned. Julie was now being dragged along for the ride as Matrim bounded down the hall towards Sara. She let out an exasperated growl of frustration and let go of him, stumbling to a stop and watching in horror as poor Sara was slung over his back and he took off in the wrong direction. Goddammit! She checked what room number they were at. The next door up was theirs and Matrim was going down the wrong hallway. She needed them to come back before she lost them... But how... She stepped up to the right door and slid her keycard through it. It let her in, meaning the other waitress had done her job an their room was booked. She flung open the door and whistled for Matrim loudly. "Who wants more alcohol?!" Sara was hanging onto Matrims neck for dear life. The octopus had somehow turned out to be a dolphin or a whale or something, and now she was being pulled along on its slimy back as it dove through waves and under water. And then heard the waitress call out for more alcohol.  Bucking up, she sat up straighter on the dolphins back and tried to steer it, yanking on its... hair? Dolphins didn't have hair... " Oh well... yanking on its hair and turning it around to go back. |
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Dec 7, 2009 13:48:27 GMT -8
"Who wants more alcohol?!"
No! NO MORE ALCOHOL!
"Luuuuke.... use the force......"
What the....
"LUUUUUKE USE THE FORCE!"
"I think you have me confused for my fa--- OUCHIES!" All of a sudden Matrim guided to the right direction, toward the bright lights, toward what could only be described as paradise. He saw a bunch of things there that he loved, good food, drinks, and dear God there was Sara in all her glory, "Oh fuck yeah!"
And Matrim took off galloping toward the paradise with his magnificently large wings.
In reality, Matrim's tongue was hanging out as Sara steered him into a wall at first, but he backed up and set off again in the right direction, running into the room, and diving straight onto the bed.
(TIMEUH SKIPPUH!)
"UHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somebody turn off existence! Pleeeease!" Matrim moaned into his pillow as he began to come to his senses. He had feathers in his mouth, his boxers on backwards, and he had a shower cap tied around his neck for some reason..... "Whuhthe......"
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Dec 7, 2009 14:09:07 GMT -8
"UHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somebody turn off existence! Pleeeease!"
Sara growled into her pillow, laying on her stomach. "SHUT UP MATRIM!" She peeked her eyes up a little and noted it was still dark. Completely dark. And not very comfortable. She groaned again, feeling absolutely sick to her stomach. Her head was pounding, threatening to explode at any second. She lifted her head higher and smacked it off something and it felt like it did explode. The small tap had actually knocked her out.
A few minutes later she was back and looking around again. Where the hell was she...? There was a small shaft of light peeking in from her side and she moved her hand towards it, playing with sheets. She was under a bed... Why the hell was she under a bed? With a groan, she pulled herself over and peeked out from the side of the bed, looking around. This... wasn't her home... Where was she?
With a pang of fear she roughly pulled herself out the rest of the way, and stayed on all fours as she fought the urge to throw up. Once it had passed she pushed herself to her feet and leaned against the bed. "Where are we Matrim...?" She looked around what appeared to be a hotel room. "What the HELL did we do last night...?"
She let her eyes roam over Matrim and noted tha he was dressed oddly... But still sexy as ever... Ass... She to was dressed weird. She was wearing what appeared to be a hooker outfit, or a stripper or something.... In reality, it was Julie's work uniform. The uniform that all waitresses wear. Sara looked around again, searching for a cup to get some water. She saw one and walked over to the table, noting a variety of things on it. Firstly, a handwritten note. She picked it up squinting to read it. She read it out loud.
Had an AMAZING~ time last night... You guys are RAUNCHY cool! Come see me again some time.
- Julie
... "You're a dead man Matrim..."
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Bucking up, she sat up straighter on the dolphins back and tried to steer it, yanking on its... hair? Dolphins didn't have hair...