The music was thumping, the place was jumping the crowd nearly humping, Shego could smell three things that pleased her. First was sex, always abundant upon the thrashing dance floor for those daring enough to take their pick. Next came violence within the brutal mosh pit, only the most daring or insane strayed into the unmarked confines. And finally drugs at the shadow tables and indoor sunglasses, what ever candy you preferred. For a price, Shego snorted and stormed to the bar, everything has its price. One simply has to find it to properly leverage it, her millions attested that nicely. The bar, her target destination and source of her inebriant of choice, Irish coffees, was fucking crowded.
With practiced ease Shego grabbed the unwary drunk she saw tipping back his twentieth everclear shot. In a single casual flicking move the hammered man found himself on the verge of being trampled, she pitched his sorry ass onto the dance floor. She hadn't been aiming for the mosh pit but everyone has to get lucky some time, right? Asshole removed the space freed was spartan but she figured now was the time to put her … gift to use and find some instant elbow room.
First, she would deal with the large sob on the left, a flick of her forefinger and thumb were all it took. The man would have a silver dollar burn for a few days but he'd live, unless her plasma was seriously radioactive. She never bothered finding out since it wasn’t affecting her. Up to that point she was actually beginning to enjoy herself. Hurting people was a great stress reliever and she was very good at it.
Shego now faced the next bitch in line for some pain, she liked plenty of elbow room. She figured since it was a cute girl she would play nice and just singe a nipple but when she actually got to look at the brunette she found the girl staring at her with an arched eyebrow. With an indignant snort, the turquoise eyed girl returned her focus to the shot glass of liquor in front of her. “Excuse me you little bitch … I don't think you have a fucken clue who you're lookin snotty at.”
Bonnie sneered and knocked back her drink, “Oh I know all about you yah yah piss off bitch.” Shego raised a flaming fist only to see the swift brunette turn and throw something at her hand. Instantly the fire around her hand exploded in a huge burst. It took Shego a few seconds to realize she just had to get a bit hotter and burn the shit off, Bonnie enjoyed a real good laugh over this. “Oh yeah the Great Shego,” Apparently the dead bitch did know who she was. “The way dear sweet Kimmie keeps prattling on about you you'd think you were the queen of she … chi … Chicago or whatever that stupid country is.” She turned straight back to the bar and downed the next shot intent on ignoring the green freak the rest of the night, bitch wasn’t all that.
Shego considered firing her hand up once more and roasting the turquoise eyed daemon where she sat, but it was her night off and she wouldn’t get any money for it. “Bar tender give me a …” Bonnie cut in. It was only her extremely generous and completely out of character mood that saved the stupid cunt, of course the night was still young.
“Green here will have a nuclear mouthwash, on me.” She looked at the older woman from the corner of her eye, ‘I sure hope she is very drunk and well away from me when she sees what happened to her hair.’
Shego stared at the woman seated before her, obviously a minor; daddy bought her a ticket in most likely. Obviously knew Pumpkin. “So Princess really talks about me that much eh?” she asked attempting to be civil after the drink offer. She would ignore her hair, the girls balls were solid granite and she respected that.
Bonnie tipped her shot glass back once more then turned and really looked Shego over, not normally one to blush Shego found the inspection continuing longer than she was comfortable with. “See something you like?”
“Nope but I do see how it is now. How long have the two of you been fucking?” Bonnie asked with a wicked smirk on her face.
If she had actually gotten her shot to her mouth Shego would have probably sprayed flaming alcohol on Bonnie, instead she set the shot glass to boiling then spontaneous combustion. Ruined her favorite gloves in the process, dammit. “You have exactly thirty …”
Waving her off dismissively Bonnie turned back to the bar, “Save it bitch, I know enough dykes to know you’re horny for her cherry ass … right?”
“Dykes?” Shego was beyond livid … how dare this stony eyed bitch …
“Tara has been waffling between in or out of the closet and my eldest sister is a drag king.” Bonnie snorted and ordered another drink. The last time she mentioned her sisters ‘condition’ in public her mother left her with a black eye.
Shego fumed for a bit before ordering another drink, been in the damned place less than ten minute but not a single shot yet. She, for a moment, thought she was losing her touch then she got another nuclear mouthwash. When the alcohol hit her stomach, it flashed over. Some of it infused directly into her blood stream as it superheated the rest … well her core temp was plenty hot enough to melt steel, alcohol just added a bit of pepper. ‘Course the resulting belch was usually a nice blowtorch.
Impressed with the display Bonnie raised a toast and knocked yet another back, she was going for stagger in and puke on the step dad drunk. At this rate it would take her another hour she figured.
“So I'm going to be generous and not carve my initials into your ‘cherry ass’ Ms.?” The girl was cute and Shego figured tonight she might as well be a different kind of evil, assuming the girl didn’t do something stupid and earn a true roasting.
Looking over the green skinned woman beside her once more Bonnie decided to just run with things and see how it went so she introduced herself, “Bonnie Rockwaller.”
“Sheila Antiago, pleasure.” Shego had to school her face as she realized she had told someone who knew her most powerful rival her true name. Drakken didn’t even know her true name!
“Likewise.” Bonnie tipped another shot at Shego before drinking it in a single swallow.
Shego looked over the number of empty shot glasses and arched an eyebrow, the girl must be pretty well toasted by now. “Exactly why do you assume Princess and I are knocking boots?”
“She has your picture in her locker.” Bonnie snorted as she thought about that, she had always wondered about the difference in pictures but she could understand it a bit better now that she was sitting next to the woman.
“I am a wanted felon. Her job is to catch me.” Shego tipped back the larger glass of liquor she had been given to replace the last and for a moment her throat refused to work. She forgot how large swallows of potent alcohol sometimes choked her but she forced it down. If she held it for too much longer she might have been forced to be rude and spray burning liquor over the bar.
Bonnie had to hold in a hard laugh as she watched the green woman struggle with the drink, “So Miss Perfect needs to look at your face more than a dozen times a day, when she isn’t actually out fighting you?”
“Well there …” Shego started to explain her take on the picture but was cut off.
“It's not a mug-shot like the one of your loser boss … Drippy was it?” there was that wicked smirk on Bonnie’s face again.
Shaking away the curiosity that smirk brought up Shego thought about what she just heard. “It's not?”
“Nope I believe she said it was from your days with Team Blow?” Bonnie couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the look on Shego’s face just then
“That’s …” Mego was gay. “You are a grade A bitch may I buy you a drink?”
“If you really wanted to help you'd steal the red headed bitch and get her knocked up or some shit. Get her the fuck outta my way. That nutty boss of yours can do shit like that right?”
“Yes … Yes actually … he can.” Shego said with an odd look in her eye.