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"You're underage, lass." The massive man with the green hair peered over his nose at Mel. His thick arms were covered in brightly colored tattoos and rings of different shapes and sizes decorated his face and ears. Mel bet herself in her head that his favorite color was green.

"What's that matter?" Melissa glared up at the big guy. He was a good foot and a half taller than her.

"I'm not lettin' ya in me bar is what it matters. 'Lotta mean arse dickheads in there." His words were chopped into a thick Irish accent that explained the reddish tint to where his hair was buzzed off at the sides.

"I can handle myself." Mel said, craning her neck to peek around the man into the smoky bar.

"Ya can't be more than seventeen." His face softened a bit at the toughness of the girl. She stood, leaning heavily on one foot making her hip pop out to the right. Her fingers dragged through the lavender mop of hair she had covering half of her head, the other half a light brown peach fuzz. He saw holes in her ears and face where studs and rings like his own could go.

"I'm old enough to hold my own." she said pulling a cigarette from her jacket pocket and placing it between her lips. After rummaging through her jacket and pants pocket she bent over and pulled a silver Zippo from her worn out boots and lit up, taking a deep drag and letting it out. The green haired man smirked at her act to prove her worth.

"I'm not lettin' ya in here, lass. Best leave before someone worries about ya."

"You're the most worried about me anyone has ever been, dude. Just let me in. I'll go in. I'll get drunk. Then you can kick me out if I don't leave. I have cash." she puffed on her cigarette and shifted her weight.

"Find another bar."

"Look here, you cock-ass, Irish motherfucker. Let me in the goddamn place. I swear I won't be any more trouble to you." The man grunted in thought, lighting his own cigarette as Mel stubbed hers out on the pavement of the alleyway. "Can I come in, or what?"

After a long moment of consideration the man sighed "Aye." he saw Mel's face light up. He rubbed his neck reluctantly and stepped aside, giving her access. "Do what you need. Don't start shit."

"Deal." She made her way to the open door but he stopped her in her tracks with a massive hand on the shoulder.

"If anyone asks, Vaughn gave ya permission to be in here. Aye?"

"Whatever you say." she saluted him with a sly smile and stepped into the bar.

X X X X X X

Mel aimed her pool stick carefully, her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth. She shut one eye and focused on her target, pulling the stick back and pushing it hard, sending three balls flying into separate holes. A smirk played across her face as she took a sip from the glass she'd sat on the edge of the worn pool table. She grimaced at the searing in her throat then took another sip. "No pain, no gain." she whispered to herself.

"God-fucking-damn it." her opponent growled. "She's cheating. She can't be beating me. She's just a girl." He ran his ring covered fingers through his messy brown hair making it stand on edge. He paced back and forth on his side of the pool table, leaning down to determine the best shot.

"We don't got all night Liam." a gruff voice said from behind them.

"Oui, 'Urry up and lose to ze girl so I can claim my money." the man with the white hair and the eye patch spoke up with a thick French accent. He'd been avidly watching the game as other men piled cash on the small table in front of him.

"Shut it, Beej." Liam said with a smirk before taking a sip of his beer and lining up his pool stick on the table. He aimed carefully and took a shot, only making a ball ping off the side of the table and hit a few other lightly. "Fuck."

"I've got the skill." Mel said in a sing song voice, taking aim for another move. She shot quickly and one ball rolled perfectly into the pocket she'd aimed it at.

"I thought ya said ya were gonna leave as soon as possible." The green haired man, Vaughn, had approached their game.

"I'm the fuckin' life of the party." Mel bellowed throwing her hands in the air, throwing herself off balance making her stumble back a few steps.

"I think that sounds like a great idea." Liam, her opponent mumbled to himself to the laughter of the men who were betting on them. Vaughn wrapped his arms around Liam's waist and purred with a smile into his neck. Liam's mood changed completely, his face softening. Mel opened her mouth wide and pointed her finger at the back of her throat, making a gagging noise.

"You got a fucking problem?" Liam's attitude returned and misplaced fury burned in his eyes. His hands balled into fists at his side. Vaughn laughed.

"She's drunk, love. Cool down a bit." He kissed the neck of the man he was wrapped around.

"Bitch is beating me at my own game. I can get pissed if I damn well wanna." he mumbled.

"It's your tu-urn." Mel sang. "Unless ya give up." there were only two balls left with stripes. Liam was left with six solid colors.

"Give up, my ass." Liam jerked free of Vaughn's arms and aimed his stick. He knocked one ball into a pocket.

"Fuckin' Mr. Potato Head decides he wants to let a fuckin' girl in and she ends up making me look like a fuckin' fool." he mumbled angrily to himself making Mel giggle. Her head floated far above the pool table and the crowd of men that surrounded it. She aimed her stick and took the last shot, knocking the 2 balls into their pockets and whooping with joy. The men either groaned or hollered according on who they'd bet on. The white haired man looked smug as he passed out money and kept some for himself. Liam was fuming.

"Look, dude. Sorry I kicked your ass. I'm up for a re-match if you are." Mel rocked back and forth, leaning on her pool stick. She wanted to stay in the warm, smoky bar. It was comfortable there.

"Go on, Li. Play the lass again." Vaughn crossed his arms, a smirk on his face. "Show 'er who's boss."

Liam grumbled something about 'never fucking playing pool again' and stormed off to the bar where he sipped another beer, his shoulders hunched against the laughing men he'd left at the pool table.
I'm quite proud of this. Mel is an RP character I never put out there. I've always wanted to write a story about a punk ass chick and V provided the perfect opportunity.

While browsing one of my many Yaoi clubs I came across the amazing artist :iconvergilsparda666: and I've been addicted to his characters ever since. I used 3 characters to make this:
Vaughn :shamrock: [link] :shamrock:
Liam :skull: [link] :skull:
Black Jack :skullbones: [link] :skullbones:

Give him a watch and some love :heart:
Watching him draw on livestream is AMAZING as well. It's what got me so hooked heh. -->[link]

and then, there's the facebook pages.
V's page www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100000848997773&ref=ts
and the fanpage for V6 Studios www.facebook.com/#!/pages/V6-Studios/405952315169?ref=ts

All the characters besides Mel belong to V and I worship the ground he walks on for bringing them into existence. :worship:
© 2010 - 2024 DeannadEAD
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