Post by Sarah on Feb 21, 2009 23:09:40 GMT -5
Pittsburgh lead Arizona 17-7 at halftime. Scotty Whatbody and Sarah's drinking game was still tied. But now the variables had changed. Aside from referee Vicky Jean, now Little Good had joined their table.
"Vicky, you single, love?" Little Good asked.
"Oh my god I love your accent!"
"Tosser. Shag. Bollocks. Knackered."
Vicky giggled hornily.
"Get a room," Sarah moaned. "Wasn't this MY Rant?"
"Just tying up a loose end," Little Good said before guzzling some beer of his own. "So? Either of you ready to 'tap' out?"
"Puns are fun!" Vicky said.
That was when the The You Gotta Be Kidding I Ain't Doing That, Are You Out of Your Frickin' Mind T&A Hardcore XX Division Title Belt popped out from under the table.
"…"
"I SO WILL talk to him!" Vicky yelled at the title before tossing it away.
"Hey, watch it!" a cliched offscreen voice called out from the direction the belt was hurled.
"Sorry about that," Vicky told Sarah, Scotty and Little Good. "It's a total psycho."
"Insane much?" Sarah asked.
Scotty whispered something in Sarah's ear.
"You can't tell me what to do."
"Oh come on. It'll still count as one beer!" Scotty said.
"Wow. Seriously?" Sarah put a finger to her mouth, contemplating.
"Yep! Hell, I'll give you a two beer lead!"
"Deal. Sorry, Vicky."
"For what?" Vicky asked blondely.
Sarah got up, grabbed Vicky by her long blonde hair, pulled her head back gently, and began pouring beer down her face, neck, and referee shirt. The patrons who noticed this development cheered loudly, convincing Sarah to take a bow when the glass was empty. Vicky sat there in…shock?
"That was so hot," Little Good finally blurted out after several seconds.
"Can you see my nipples?" Vicky asked nervously.
Everyone staring at her now see-through shirt at the bar sarcastically responded, "Nooooooo!"
"OK," Vicky said happily.
The You Gotta Be Kidding I Ain't Doing That, Are You Out of Your Frickin' Mind T&A Hardcore XX Division Title Belt plopped down on her breasts.
"Boooo!" came the response from the drunks.
"Th' hell?" Little Good said, perplexed. "Where did that bloody belt come from?"
"…"
"It says it can see my nips," Vicky explained. "It's covering my shame."
"It doesn't have eyes!"
"OK, Scotty, chug. Chug! Chug! Chug!" Sarah demanded.
The two extra beers had just arrived in front of Scotty.
"It was so worth it," Scotty said before chugging down beer one. After a couple of seconds, an ungodly burp escaped from his mouth.
"Do you have decomposing rabbits in your belly," Sarah asked, tucking her shirt over her nose and mouth.
"Sarah, you better get used to it. And later tonight, I'm gonna pull a Bruce Springsteen and slide balls first into your face! BWAHAHAHAHA!"
Meanwhile, Vicky and Little Good were making out now. A loud smashing noise interrupted their tongue wrestling quickly. The smash? Glass breaking over Little Good's skull.
"Bloody hell! Sarah?"
"It wasn't me," Sarah whispered. "It was the belt!" she said pointing at the title laying on the table menacingly.
Scotty nodded nervously to confirm Sarah's story. "I can't explain how it did it, but it did. I think I'm officially drunk." He burped loudly again.
"Vicky, you single, love?" Little Good asked.
"Oh my god I love your accent!"
"Tosser. Shag. Bollocks. Knackered."
Vicky giggled hornily.
"Get a room," Sarah moaned. "Wasn't this MY Rant?"
"Just tying up a loose end," Little Good said before guzzling some beer of his own. "So? Either of you ready to 'tap' out?"
"Puns are fun!" Vicky said.
That was when the The You Gotta Be Kidding I Ain't Doing That, Are You Out of Your Frickin' Mind T&A Hardcore XX Division Title Belt popped out from under the table.
"…"
"I SO WILL talk to him!" Vicky yelled at the title before tossing it away.
"Hey, watch it!" a cliched offscreen voice called out from the direction the belt was hurled.
"Sorry about that," Vicky told Sarah, Scotty and Little Good. "It's a total psycho."
"Insane much?" Sarah asked.
Scotty whispered something in Sarah's ear.
"You can't tell me what to do."
"Oh come on. It'll still count as one beer!" Scotty said.
"Wow. Seriously?" Sarah put a finger to her mouth, contemplating.
"Yep! Hell, I'll give you a two beer lead!"
"Deal. Sorry, Vicky."
"For what?" Vicky asked blondely.
Sarah got up, grabbed Vicky by her long blonde hair, pulled her head back gently, and began pouring beer down her face, neck, and referee shirt. The patrons who noticed this development cheered loudly, convincing Sarah to take a bow when the glass was empty. Vicky sat there in…shock?
"That was so hot," Little Good finally blurted out after several seconds.
"Can you see my nipples?" Vicky asked nervously.
Everyone staring at her now see-through shirt at the bar sarcastically responded, "Nooooooo!"
"OK," Vicky said happily.
The You Gotta Be Kidding I Ain't Doing That, Are You Out of Your Frickin' Mind T&A Hardcore XX Division Title Belt plopped down on her breasts.
"Boooo!" came the response from the drunks.
"Th' hell?" Little Good said, perplexed. "Where did that bloody belt come from?"
"…"
"It says it can see my nips," Vicky explained. "It's covering my shame."
"It doesn't have eyes!"
"OK, Scotty, chug. Chug! Chug! Chug!" Sarah demanded.
The two extra beers had just arrived in front of Scotty.
"It was so worth it," Scotty said before chugging down beer one. After a couple of seconds, an ungodly burp escaped from his mouth.
"Do you have decomposing rabbits in your belly," Sarah asked, tucking her shirt over her nose and mouth.
"Sarah, you better get used to it. And later tonight, I'm gonna pull a Bruce Springsteen and slide balls first into your face! BWAHAHAHAHA!"
Meanwhile, Vicky and Little Good were making out now. A loud smashing noise interrupted their tongue wrestling quickly. The smash? Glass breaking over Little Good's skull.
"Bloody hell! Sarah?"
"It wasn't me," Sarah whispered. "It was the belt!" she said pointing at the title laying on the table menacingly.
Scotty nodded nervously to confirm Sarah's story. "I can't explain how it did it, but it did. I think I'm officially drunk." He burped loudly again.