realize
that Jason is the kind of guy that does what he has to do to get a
girl in bed." Brian made a point of mentioning.
Paying the
bartender, Nate accepted the beer and handed it to the blonde,
before turning back to look at his stepsister and Jason. Jason had
her off the table and back on the floor with his hands groping each
and every inch of her. "What do you mean by anything ?" he
finally asked Brian, though already suspecting the answer.
"You know, get
them drunk or give them a pill now and then to loosen them up a
bit, whatever it takes," Brian shrugged, "at least that's what I
heard anyhow."
"God dammit." Slamming his half-drunk beer on the bar he turned to the blonde,
"Sorry, I gotta go." Without giving her another look he started to
make his way towards Evelyn. Why couldn't he have a good time
without something fucking it up? One night to enjoy himself, was
that too much to ask?
Giving the
blonde a lopsided smile, Brian shrugged. "Sorry." He followed after
Nate through the crowd.
Evelyn noticed
Nate and Brian as they approached. A wide smile spread across her
face. "Well, here come the Marines!"
Stopping a
couple of feet away from his sister, he glared at her, "Evelyn,
every man in here is a Marine. The question is what the fuck are you doing here?"
Seemingly
confused at his annoyed attitude she slipped an arm around Jason's
waist and smiled. "Getting to know... uh..." She looked up at him
frowning, "Who are you again?"
Looking her up
and down and then into her green eyes, examining her pupils, Nate
determined that she had either taken or been given something. He
turned his attention to Jason, and took a menacing step towards
him. "What the fuck did you give her?"
"Nothing man." Jason backed up a couple of steps keeping a safe distance of a
couple of feet between himself and Nate.
"Hmm, now
aren't you a cute one?"
Nate looked
over his shoulder to see Evelyn wrapping her arms around Brian's
neck. Brian caught Nate's stormy blue eyes and shrugged.
Well, better
Brian keeping her busy than someone else , he supposed.
Satisfied that
his sister was occupied and out of trouble - for the time being -
he focused his attention on Jason. Nate took several more steps
toward Jason then reached out and pinned the smaller man, who bore
a striking resemblance to a weasel, to the wall by the throat. "Now
I'm going to ask you again. What did you give my
sister?"
Jason struggled
under Nate's grasp for a minute or two. When he realized that he
was not going anywhere until Nate allowed him to, he settled on
simply glaring. "She came in here all worked up. Said she just
wanted to unwind and forget her problems. She got dumped or
something, so I gave her some E. Not a big deal."
"You fucking
drugged my sister you piece-of-shit!" Nate's grip tightened on the
other man's throat. Jason struggled a little harder, while gagging
and gasping for breath. "I should kick the shit out of you right
now, you date-raping motherfucker."
"Get off him
Nate," a gruff male voice, which he recognized as belonging to his
Staff Sergeant, ordered from behind him. Moments later he felt a
couple of sets of hands pulling him off and away from Jason. As
much as he wanted to give that little weasel a good ass-kicking, he
knew it would cause more trouble for him than it was worth.
"This isn't
over," he threatened, pointing a finger at Jason and turning
around. He brushed past the two Marines who had pulled him off
Jason, without giving them so much as a look, and marched over to
Brian and Evelyn.
Evelyn was in
the process of unbuttoning Brian's shirt, while kissing her way
down his neck as Nate approached. Satisfied she wasn't causing too many problems, Nate left her and the contented Brian for
another couple of minutes to look around for her blouse. After a
brief search he realized it had evidently disappeared. He quickly
unbuttoned his uniform shirt and pulled it off, leaving him wearing
a forest green undershirt which stretched across the
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