Outmuscled
Sometimes you have to work smarter to work harder.
"Well look, if it isn't Mr. Salvation Army. What else did you manage to salvage today, besides your self dignity?"
"I'll take it you've never learned to run your motor, since your mouth does all the running for you."
"How dare you insult me! Why would I, somebody with everything, prove myself to you, somebody who has nothing?"
"I get it. Cheetahs never race greyhounds. Still, put your money with your mouth is. How about it? Your Italian stallion versus my silver."
"Deal. When I win you'll be my personal garage's caretaker for life."
"And when I win you'll stfu."
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Creatures of the Night
~~August~~ Technicolor lights flash and pulse in accordance to the rumbling bass thumping from the towering speakers across the dark room. Bodies pack the central space upon a raised floor built from illuminating panels like sardines, bumping and grinding against one another like headless chickens. Light scatters through the club, reflecting off of the mirror ball that dangles from the ceiling. The lights become diffused by the faint sheen of smoke that floats through the room, spat out by the machines hidden in the DJ’s booth and the walls like a victim of Poe. The thick taste of sweat and revelry swims through the air, tinged with mixed drinks and bad decisions.
By Aidan O'Kaneabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
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Damn. He got told. 😎 That guy seems like a jerk. Nice job! ❤️