I KIDNAPPED HIM... BUT DID HE LET ME?

   The party was loud.  The scene was hot.  Girls everywhere.

   Just how he liked it.

   While not as good as he once was in his youth, Aaron, the 19 year old stalion, still had some game left to play in his old age.  And he knew how to play it, where to play it, and how well to play it.  His game was unmatched by just about anyone.

   Tonight was to be like anyother night.  In, out, and on with life.  Pick her, stick her, maybe even lick her-if he felt giving-, and then kick her.  Who was her?

   Even he didn't know.  She was different everynight.  His game worked flawlessly everynight, and their were no sick nights, no compromise.  he made quality games every night he played, settling for nothing less than HIS standard.  His standard was met every night to with little effort.  Almost not even worth playing.

   Until this night.

   This night was different.  Something was in the air.  A fragrance swept past his nose that was more than the usual smell of puked-vodka mixed in pine-apple.

   Atop the red stool at Gonzo's bar, Aaron spun around and scanned the packed bar floor.  People to his left.  People to his right.  And they all were the same.  Wearing the same skanky outfits as the next chick.  In the far corner near Thugnasty, the bouncer, was Babygurl.  'No, not her,' he thought.  He already did her.  He sniffed the air, again.  scanning more to his right, he saw Speeder.  There she stood on the table-top singin' and dancing to another bad Bon Jovi song.  'No, it's not her', he thought again.  He'd hit that too. 

   Bat-spider-No.

   GreatRomances-No.

   Peterserpent-Could it be?... No.  He doesn't normally where that fragrance of perfume when he's out chasing cock.

   Who could it be. 

   that's when the lights went dim.  Heavy base started to move throught the walls and the air got thinner with the vibe.  A spotlight lit up on stage.

   On stage was a stool that was supporting a female.  One Aaron had not seen before.  Noted that he really was enjoying what she was wearing.  Aaron leaned to the stool next to him and elbowed Sheep as he was scanning through his cell phone picks.

   "Dude," said Sheep, "Don't worry.  I told you I got that pic up Babygurl's skirt like you wanted...."

   "No, dude," he said, in his ugly Austrailian accent. "I wasn't gonna ask about that.  Have you seen this girl before?"

   Sheep glanced over.

   "Nah.  But that's a nice guitar she's wearing."

   Aaron was getting read to glance back over when there was sudden gun fire in the room.  At the entrance was known Crimelord, Putsy The UnBearable.  cigar in mouth, Knife in chest, the large abomination of a carebear started blasting the place with a .12 gauge.  From behind him came in melly, Putsy's partner in crime, and in came Putsy's son, Preston.  at 24, Putsy still only armed his son with bottle rockets, instead of the automatci he once promised him. 

  Pusty palce down a bomb right in the center of the dance floor and set it to ten minutes.

  "FUCK.  I need some vegimite, and here I am for it!"

....To Be Continued