Omake, Part 7

JOSLYN JIME SURI JAMIE ALL Jime pushed between Jack and Toren. Leaning over the bar, she snagged S.B by the waist of his pants. “Hey. Two whiskey sours for me and the niece.” Suri threw her hand into the air. “I want Sex on the Bar.” She winked at S.B. “You want it to?” “The hell he does!” Toren snapped. “Oooo!” Jime cooed.  Suri giggled. She tossed her head over in the corner where the Dragon’s sat. She rolled her eyes at River. “Look at him, all stiff and bored looking.” A wicked grin. She turned to Jime who wore the same evilly amused expression.  “Why do I get the feeling that we’re not going to like whatever’s about to happen?” Toren said to Jack. “Why do I get the feeling that I will,” S.B said. He sat two rum and coke’s in front of the guys. “Here. It’s on the house.” Toren slide the cup away without drinking it. “Suri, what are you going to do?” Ignoring him, she reached for the bowl of peanuts on the bar. Dumping them onto the counter, she moved them this way and that, creating a symbol of transportation. With that done, she rubbed her hands together in preparation and glee. Placing her hands on either side of the transportation circle, she muttered a few words and let the magic work. “—And then I saw these gorgeous shoes that I just die if I didn’t ge…”Jamie broke off mid setences and looked around. Her brother was no longer beside her. Panicked, she turned her head all around trying desperately to figure out how she went from James room to…this. Where ever it was.  “Ja~~mie!” Suri sang her name. “Suri? Suri! SURI!” Jamie threw herself at her. “Where have you been?Why haven’t you come to my house anymore.Are you not James’s girlfriend anymore?Is it because of me?Did I do something wrong?Where am I?How did I get here?” she blurted all her questions out in one breath.  Suri dislodged the hyperactive teen off her. “Nooo. This is home of the sexiest man alive.” Suri turned to Jamie to face S.B. “Welcome to La Casa Sexy Bartender.” She chuckled. “And the lady staring at you like you’re dinner is my aunt. She’s the one who knows your brother. Ask her about that time I caught her about to bite his neck.” Jime wiggled her fingers beneath her chin like a Little Rascal. “Hello Little Human. You’ve gotten much bigger from when I last saw you ten years ago. Oh. It feels like yesterday.” Jime guestured to an empty bar stool. “Come little mortal. Join us. Let me introduce you to sex personified.” “Not you Jammers,” Suri said when Jack puffed his chest out.  Jime looked at S.B. “How bout a long island ice tea for her little friend.”  “She’s mortal.” The Vampire and Witch nodded.  “Why is there a mortal in my bar?” “Are you a racist?” Suri asked. “There is no such thing among our kind,” he replied. “A species-ist? Don’t worry. She won’t remember any of this tomorrow.”  “Are you old enough to drink?” Jime asked Jamie. “I’m only-“Jamie started to reply. “See,” Jime cut her off. “She’s old enough.” What they did was their own business. As long as the mortal didn’t die in his bar, S.B didn’t care. So the vampire and her witch niece proceeded to interact with Jamie, who seemed a bit perplexed but nonetheless just as energetic and engaged in the conversation as the rest. Suri leaned over the bar and motioned for S.B to come here. When he did, she fisted his shirt and pulled him down to her level bringing their faces within an inch apart. When a jet of fire streamed their way, she threw up her hand and deflected it.  “WHAT THE WHAT?” Jamie exclaimed beside her. Jime began to explain what just happened. “How’s the lackey?” Suri whispered in a voice on S.B could hear. He never shifted his eyes from hers but replied. “Glowing.” She fell back on her stool laughing. She and Jime highfive.  “I love it. Just look at them,” Jime pointed to Toren and Jack. “With their tails tucked.” “Just sit down and be quiet,” Jack said annoyingly.  With a frown, Jime sucked her teeth. “I don’t have to. It’s Ladies Night at Et Tu Brute Bar and Karaoke Grill. Not, Silly Men Come Whine Like Little Bitches Night.” Suri clapped her hands. “Oh, they certainly know how to do that.” The bar door flew open with a bang! “It’s me, bitches!!!” Joslyn slide into Et Tu Brute and threw her arms wide open. “Karaoke tyme! Where’s all mah soul sistas? Lemme hear yall flow sistas!” Jime squealed and joined in. Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista  Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista  Suri snapped her fingers and the music kicked in, cutting whoever it was on stage sining off. They didn't sound good anyway. Jime’s garmets switched from her stereotypical black leather to a silk ivory with black lace edge camidoll bustier and matching panties. Hair wild and down like she just got out of bed and make-up overly exaggerated in a slutty way, ivory pearls dangled from her ears, a pearl choker around her neck, five inch black satin knee boots completed the outfit. With a twist too seductive, she spun up onto the bar where she trapped S.B between her legs.  He met Marmalade down In old Moulin Rouge Struttin’ her stuff on the street She said, "Hello, Sexy B, you wanna give it a go?" Oh! uh huh Pushing him away after damn near sexing him, she stood up on the bar and danced as she sang.  Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (Hey hey hey) Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here) Mocha Chocalata ya ya (oh yea) Creole lady Marmalade Suri snapped again. Voulez vous couchez avec moi ce soir Voulez vous couchez avec moi Now donning a fire engine red mesh underwire chemise with sexy boy shorts and five inch black pumps. Suri pulled the ponytail from her hair and magicked a feathered masquerade mask and necklace. She walked around the bar to S.B and stopped in front of him where she proceeded to do moves that questioned where she’d been to learn them.  He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up Boy drank all that Magnolia wine On her black satin sheets is where he started to freak yeah She pushed away from him. With a snap, she poofed over to join Jime on the bar. Voulez vous couchez avec moi ce soir (ce soir, what what what) Voulez vous couchez avec moi  In a midnight black underwire back out garter slip with garter belt straps, matching g-string, crystal peep toe heels and jewels hanging from her ears and neck, Joslyn moved through the crowd rubbing up on all the men who drooled and leered, twirling with the females who started to dance along in the crowd that formed around the bar as she made her way over to the bar.  Yea yea uh He come through with the money and the garter belts I let him know we bout that cake straight up the gate uh We independent women, some mistake us for whores I'm sayin‘, why spend mine when I can spend yours  At the bar, she wrapped one arm around S.B’s neck and pressed up again him. If you wanna Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya  Mocha Chocalate-a what? Creole Lady Marmalade She kissed his neck before joining Jime and Suri dancing on the on the bar. Suri snapped a final time. Oooooo Jamie looked down at herself, eyes widen at the sexy little bride white silk and mesh corset with matching ruffle skirt, garter and veil, and diamond studded wedding shoes. She looked every bit a virgin sacrifice. And she couldn’t have felt more liberated in her life.  Lady Marmalade...  Ooo yeahhhh Marmalade...  Heyyy Jime and Suri reached down, each taking one of her hands and pulling her up onto the bar to dance with the rest of them. Hey Hey Hey! Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth Color of cafe au lait alright Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried, More-more-more The four ladies moved in unison, pointing and singing to S.B who stood below with a wide shit eating smile on his face. Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da daeaea yea) Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (ooh) Mocha Choca lata ya ya (yea) Creole lady Marmalade Voulez vous couchez avec moi ce soir (ce soir) Voulez vous couchez avec moi (all my sistas yea) Voulez vous couchez avec moi ce soir (ce soir) Voulez vous couchez avec moi (C‘Mon! uh) Creole Lady Marmalade Yes-ah... The crowd exploded in applause. S.B shook his head and clapped at the ladies. On the other hand, Jack turned to Toren and River, who saddled over to them sometime during the performance, both blowing smoking from their noses, and said, “when the hell did they have time to coordinate that shit?”