Omake, Part 6.

It's Ladies' Night at the "Et tu, Brute" Karaoke Bar and Grill!

“Oh, Sexy Bartender!” Jime slurred while holding on to the bar.

“Yes?” S.B. half smiled.

“I want… two Slippery Nipples and Multiple Orgasm, Between the Sheets!”

“You got it.”

“I object!” Jack said, but nobody paid him any attention.

“Suri, S.B. half smiled, you gotta drink half a shot.”

“That makes no sense.”

“Do IT.”

“Fine.” Suri squeezed her eyes while drinking, she only half gagged, “It still burns!”

“Atta girl… Sexy Bartender, friend, bud, my man-”

“I really object!” Jack once again tried to make himself relevant.

“-My dear niece will have a Long Slow Comfortable Screw Against the Wall, if you’d be so kind…”

“It will be my pleasure.”

Toren breathed fire aimed at S.B. my thankfully it was re-directed to the Grill by Suri’s hand, burning the meat to a perfect yummy crisp.

“And the sorry excuses for gentlemen will have… blondie will have the Blue Balls and the baby lizard will have Passed Out Naked On the Bathroom Floor.”

S.B. laughed out loud.

“Hey! He laughed! Shots for everyone!” Jime twirled, she was still holding the machine gun.

People scrambled to the floor while Mousy guy, crouching behind the karaoke set onstage said into the mike, “Someone please take that gun away from her.”

“Why are y’all avoiding me now? It hurts mah feelings.” Jime said.

“You southern now?” Jack asked as he gently took the gun and threw it into the hallway, where it went off, screaming ensued.

“No! I was doing the Beehl voice, don’t you know?”

“Sookeh is Mahn!!” screamed Suri.

“What?” asked Toren.

“You hopeless, boy.”