“A’m telling yah, them dames are into th’ weirdest things,” Gene slurred as he took another chug of his twelfth beer. He had gone to Rose’s Inn after being kicked out of Melfina’s room, all he had wanted was a little look t her goodies, but that flea ridden Ctarl-Ctarl had given him a fry pan to the cranium instead. To escape from a tongue lashing from the angry cat girl, Gene had gotten out of there as fast as possible. As he headed to the only place more depraved then him, he started to thin about what was happening. When he had started the Outlaw Star, he had a dream, well, technically two dreams. Become the most famous outlaw of all time and take the females of his crew into a harem. He wanted to have all the girls in the sack. He wanted Suzuka because of her defiant and cold demeanor would make her so fun to break and turn into a squealing little love toy. He wanted Melfina because of her sweet attitude and cute face, girls like that always had a wild side that was hidden away until they were in bed. He wanted Aisha because having a proud and mighty member of the Ctarl-Ctarl come at his every beckon was such a turn on. Him and Suzuka were already getting it on with out anyone knowing. Today when they told everyone that they were working on a job, they had actually rented a room at a love hotel and were banging each other’s brains out. That was one down. Melfina was coming around; he had managed to give her a brief romp a week ago when they both had too much to drunk. He knew that if he played his cards right, he could turn his one nightstand into an every day event. The hardest nut to crack had been Aisha, every advance he gave was returned with a snarl and a promise to turn his nuts into jelly. Aisha was a problem, but with a bit of perseverance, he was sure that he could make the tiger into a mewing kitten. Now, he wasn’t that sure. Jim the boy he’d bring to bars and tell women that his wife died and Jim was his motherless son so they’d sleep with him. Jim who blushed and got a nose bled at the first girly magazine Gene ever shoved under his eyes. Jim the sidekick. Jim the little kid. Jim the guy that was currently in Genes mind buffing two of his three girls. It was enough to drive a man to drink, which Gene was doing right this instant.
“Fuckin kid, “ Gene mumbled drunkenly. Trying to retain a shred of his manhood, Gene tried to paw at one of the waitresses. Before his hand could grab of feel of her firm rear end, she slapped his hand away and stormed off.
“Whats wrong babe, am I too old fo you” Gene garbled as he teetered on the bar stool.