The Luckiest Girl In The World

'sokay, Oleksiy. There was a counter running in the back of Dante's head that just happily screamed S-savage! at him.

Since Dante was a mature young gentleman, he took the opportunity to flip Oleksiy off-- and then set his bike on a direct course for that gas station riiight up ahead.

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Shit shit shit. Oleksiy was out of NOS, his RPMs were screaming in the red zone, and his odometer needle was as far right as he could push it and still he was falling behind.

Fine then. If you couldn't beat 'em, cheat 'em. Who was everyone going to believe? A Boevik for the Mikhaltsos, or some punk-ass kid who showed up out of the blue? Fuck that kid--Oleksiy was turning his bike hard to the left so he could spin around and start riding back to the parking lot.

So long, sucker!

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The smart thing to do would've been to turn tail and follow Oleksiy, but Dante was governed by Rule of Cool, not Rule of Smart. "What the fuck," he snarled, as he rushed through the last remaining few yards, tapped the gas station and turned tail a few seconds later.

"Can't cut it without spinning it, can you, asshole?" he yelled, bike screaming after him. ~~The Ophion hook would've come in handy here...~~

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~~This is what happened when you had to wait for your idiot twin to come and explain things!~~

"You can always give up now, fuckface!" Oleksiy yelled over his shoulder. "Maybe you'll even get to keep your bike this way! Too bad about your girl, though!"

Like he gave a fuck about what Dante thought about him. He intended to win, no matter what it took.

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In that case, it might be smart if he kept his eyes on the road. That traffic light was looking mighty yellow just now.

Dante gritted his teeth and swerved back into the midst of traffic, trying to gain ground by sticking between the cars. No more trash talk. Just focus.

Kathy was going to kill him if he fucked this up, and that was at least going to sting a little.

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Dante would probably have appreciated the expression on Oleksiy's face when he turned back around and saw the light ahead of him changing from yellow to red. There was no way he could stop in time without dropping the bike, so he just muttered a quick prayer and shot through the intersection.

A car nearly plowed him down; he had to veer hard to avoid it and that bled off some speed. A bag lady pushing her cart across the far street also provided another hazard for him to narrowly avoid and by the time he was on the far side of the intersection, he'd slowed down to double-digit speeds.

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Yeah, not seeing his face was sad. On the other hand, Dante's superior maneuvering skills - or rather, total supernatural reflexes cheat - meant he was now gaining on the guy, and fast.

"Got a little held up?" he bellowed.

Okay, so a little trash talk. That just kept him sharp while he got back to abusing other people's car ceilings. Oops, sorry for the track marks.

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"Fuck you!" Oleksiy screamed like a succubus in a soda manufacturing plant. "I'm still winning!"

Though he was stuck driving on the actual road, which involved speeding around cars, rather than using them as terrain. "How the fuck are you even doing that?!"

That had to be cheating somehow!

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Dante grinned. When he cleared the last car, he hit the road again, and now he was practically side to side with the guy already. "Fuck you," he shot back, like a Nephilim picking a fight with a succubus in a soda manufacturing plant. "You just suck."

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Fucking Nephilim. It was a known fact that 100% of them were assholes.

Oleksiy didn't respond. Actions spoke more loudly than words and he felt like being very loud right then. How many decibels was the action of easing a nightstick out of one's jacket and whipping it at the head of the competition, exactly?

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"Woah!"

It had to be said, even as Dante ducked underneath that like he knew it'd been coming. "Sore loser, are you?"

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"I'm not about to be beat by some snot-nosed punk!" Oleksiy snarled, following that attack up with an attempt to ram his bike into Dante's. "I'm the best damn biker this miserable backwater's ever seen!"

Or at least the best at cheating. Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.

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Dante's bike darted neatly sideways and out of the way-- almost into a car. Almost.

"That's the last time I'm playing nice with you, asshole!"

He was still gaining.

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"I played nice with your mother!" Oleksiy yelled, hunkering down now and focusing on speed. Dante was gaining, but the strip mall was in sight. If he could just maintain his lead for another few hundred yards...

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Yeah. In his dreams.

Dante slid his bike in close again, reached out, and gave the side of Oleksiy's a love-tap with his foot.

He didn't want the guy dead, but if he was gonna play dirty, then all bets were off.

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Probably for the best, because Oleksiy had just pulled the gun from out of his waistband. Not to murder Dante, god no, but a shot in his general direction probably would have scared the shit out of the little fuck and allowed Oleksiy to maintain his lead.

Instead, though, the gun went clattering to the ground as Oleksiy had to grab on with both hands to keep his bike under control. He pulled sharply to the side, bouncing up and over the curb and onto the sidewalk for several yards before gaining enough control to jump his bike back to the road proper. Thank the Blessed Virgin that this stretch of sidewalk was deserted, or there would have been a fair bit of carnage.

Oleksiy might almost have preferred the carnage to how far he had dropped behind Dante, though. "Motherfuckerrrr!" he bellowed in rage.

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It was a good thing the gun had gone. Not because Dante was scared of it, but because if those guys from a few nights ago had gone squawking about some kid shrugging off bullet wounds, this would've suddenly become a whole lot more complicated.

"Yeah, that's right!" Dante yelled. "Me and your mom, more like it!"

Which, coincidentally, were the words everyone in the parking lot were going to be able to hear, as he pulled into it way ahead of the jackass back there.

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Kathy let out a whoop of joy when she saw the red bike peeling into the parking lot several lengths ahead of Oleksiy's black one. Barely waiting for Dante to come to a stop, she flung herself towards him, remembering to stay within 'human normal' speeds only at the last possibly minute.

Look, if you were on the line as a possible plaything for 'that sicko Oleksiy,' you'd be excited, too.

"I knew you'd win!" she called, launching herself forward intending to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him soundly. Had he come in second, she still would have wrapped her arms around his neck, but in a much more violent fashion.

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But now they could easily avoid that 'why are you choking him and why isn't he dying of you choking him' conversation they'd have to have with the crowd!

Not that Dante was thinking about that right now. 'Cause he'd won, and hey there, Kathy, it'd be a shame if he ruined this opportunity to kiss you back roughly in front of a whole group of assholes, right? Right.

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Yes, the possibility of having that conversation would indeed have been the most tragic of all the outcomes of Dante coming in second. Thank god that potential crisis was averted!

Though, like Dante, if there was any thinking going on with Kathy, it was revolving around how well Dante had risen to the occasion of kissing her roughly in front of said group of assholes. Her hands worked their way into his hair, keeping up a steady pull as she fisted the longer hair up top. She couldn't bounce up onto the motorcycle and press against him like she wanted to, so she had to make due with straddling the leg that was on her side of the bike and yearning against that instead.

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Dante cupped the back of her neck, encouraging her to keep that up. They'd still have to settle the party in a second, but fuck it, she was really going for it tonight and he was going to enjoy it as long as he could.

He bit at her lip, then slid his tongue back into her mouth, his hand firmly gripping her leg just beneath the hemline again.

Just as a little reminder.

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Verisimilitude! And, you know, a deep and abiding relief that she was able to kiss Dante instead of having to kill him.

She moaned at the bite, a noise too soft and needy to be anything but genuine and tightened her grip on his hair. If she were just a little more like her current persona, she'd be dragging him off to one of the abandoned storefronts to show him exactly how grateful she was for this whole evening. As it was, she settled for kissing him as hard and hungrily as she could, a kind of tiny preview of what it would be like whenever they did finally get around to enjoying Dante's second-favorite form of distraction.

But then was not now, and she finally pulled away just as Oleksiy sneered behind them, "Looks like that bike's not the only thing getting ridden tonight."

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Dante turned his head and smirked at Oleksiy with every demonic bone in his body. "Nope," he said, "Gonna be a night well-spent, don't you think?"

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Oleksiy shrugged, looking Kathy over with a jaded eye. "I like my girls to have a lot more up front," he said, jerking his thumb back towards Kelly and her very impressive chest. "But, hey, I guess tiny girls need love, too." His smile didn't do anything to hide the nasty glint in his eyes. "They're probably real grateful for the attention."

Someone was still real sore about losing.

Edited Date: 2015-09-28 05:31 pm (UTC)

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