Post by Seth The B& on Jan 5, 2011 7:36:37 GMT -5
Seth walks into a bar with several other GoHW Fighty fighty persons also inside. He walks to the bar and places both hands face down on the counter and mutters something under his breathe. The bartender starts walking toward him slowly. Seth slams himself face first into the bar counter gashing open his head bad enough that blood starts to pour into his bleached blond hair. The bartender noticing this walks past Seth not wanting to get involved. Seth uncaring that he is bleeding onto the bar tilts his head back toward the roof of the bar and screams at the top of his lungs.
WHO THE F*CK WAS SHE!?!?!?!
Tilting his head back down looking at the bar counter as the bartender and everyone in the bar turns their attention on him for a moment before getting back to what they were doing. In a much calmer tone this time Seth talks to himself.
Who was she? How is she in my head? I can see her face, but who is she? who is this woman? How can she be in my head telling me what to do? Why do I listen? How does she know whats best for me?
At this point the bartender walks up to Seth and places a towel on the counter, before stating.
Bartender: I have no idea who she is buddy but I doubt shes worth this much. Do you need a shot or maybe this towel?
Seth's gaze shoots the the bartender, and with in a split second rambles out.
Is that some kind of wise ass comment? Why would I need a towel?
Bartender: Your head buddy you busted it open on the counter top.
And that matters? Shes out there somewhere. (pauses for a second) Possibly even in here with us.
Seth turns around and looks around the bar his vision is too blurred to even see her if she was in there 2 feet from his face. Seth spins back around toward the bartender.
I dont see her in here. (pauses for a second) She must not be here yet. But she will be
Bartender: no offense meant buddy but I doubt you could even tell me what color shirt Im wearing at this point. Theres so much blood in your eyes.
The bartender walks off after pouring Seth a shot.
Just what I needed something else to effect my brain. Well I could put it to good use at least.
Seth grabs the glass and in 1 quick motion splashes the entire contents onto his open head wound. The lowers his head to the counter more as he starts talking to himself again.
What does she want from me? Is she responsible? Why didnt I?
Seth lets out a sigh.
TBC possibly by "her"? assuming "she" exists. I for one have my doubts though.
WHO THE F*CK WAS SHE!?!?!?!
Tilting his head back down looking at the bar counter as the bartender and everyone in the bar turns their attention on him for a moment before getting back to what they were doing. In a much calmer tone this time Seth talks to himself.
Who was she? How is she in my head? I can see her face, but who is she? who is this woman? How can she be in my head telling me what to do? Why do I listen? How does she know whats best for me?
At this point the bartender walks up to Seth and places a towel on the counter, before stating.
Bartender: I have no idea who she is buddy but I doubt shes worth this much. Do you need a shot or maybe this towel?
Seth's gaze shoots the the bartender, and with in a split second rambles out.
Is that some kind of wise ass comment? Why would I need a towel?
Bartender: Your head buddy you busted it open on the counter top.
And that matters? Shes out there somewhere. (pauses for a second) Possibly even in here with us.
Seth turns around and looks around the bar his vision is too blurred to even see her if she was in there 2 feet from his face. Seth spins back around toward the bartender.
I dont see her in here. (pauses for a second) She must not be here yet. But she will be
Bartender: no offense meant buddy but I doubt you could even tell me what color shirt Im wearing at this point. Theres so much blood in your eyes.
The bartender walks off after pouring Seth a shot.
Just what I needed something else to effect my brain. Well I could put it to good use at least.
Seth grabs the glass and in 1 quick motion splashes the entire contents onto his open head wound. The lowers his head to the counter more as he starts talking to himself again.
What does she want from me? Is she responsible? Why didnt I?
Seth lets out a sigh.
TBC possibly by "her"? assuming "she" exists. I for one have my doubts though.
