Jimmy’s POV

We all watched as Dicey got in her car and sped off with the car roaring throughout the whole block. Brian went inside. Didn’t know if that was a too good of an idea to let him go alone, knowing that horny bastard wouldn’t have any regrets or remorse if he decided to actually fuck an unconscious person, who was in fact my Dicey’s best friend. Gates could be like a sex crazed ninja, in and out in no time.

„That’s a pretty expensive car for a bartender,” Johnny mused as Zacky leaned over me to have a better look at the house, squinting his eyes and shifting in his seat, nearly hitting me in the balls. „You guys sure she isn’t a criminal?”

„Who Dice?” Matt looked back at short shit with a raised eyebrow. A wicked smirk appeared on my face, hell, Dicey would be the best criminal to walk the face of earth. We could be the knive masters, rule the whole fucking world together. It would be hell on earth and these guys right here would be our hell mates, while mere mortals would be our minions. Yea... I should buy some knives.

„Well yea... And look at the house. What’s the rent of this beast, four, five grand a month?”

„Bartenders do have a good salary,” Matt replied thoughtfully. Oh I knew he was considering Dicey’s other profession. The one with me and her ruling the whole fucking world! Only they didn’t know it yet, we had an agreement to be discrete about it. „Think about it, our tips alone builds up to two hundred bucks... and that’s for a night.”

„You guys did know she’s a lawyer, right?” I asked, all heads turning to look over me. What? Did I have something on my face? What is it?!

„What the fuck are you talking about?” Johnny piped in.

„Jimmy, please stop doing drugs,” I’m sober, thank you very much and craving a motherfucking drink, but that’s none of your business Matthew Charles Sanders.

„Okay, Jimmy, get out of the car,” Before I knew it Zacky had opened the car door for me and was pushing me out. Hey, where’s the fire, is someone handing out waffles for free? I hope they have maple syrup too.

„Where’re you going, Zack?” Matt shouted from behind us as Vengeance pushed me towards.

„Listen Jimmy, drinks on me if you go and check on MJ and Gates,”

„Whoa, Zacky, why me? What if they’re you know... having sex?” I whispered back to him. I didn’t wanna see Gates’ pee-pee in MJ’s vee-vee. Not like I had any problem with Syn’s dick, but MJ on the other hand... It just didn’t feel right, she was Dicey’s friend...

„More of a reason for you to go check on them,” He grinned shoving me through the door.

„Why can’t you just go there and check on them yourself?” I caught on the door frame as he fought to get me further. He was yanking on my leg and for a gentleman he was too fucking persistent. „Why do I always have to crash the party?”

„’Cause you were born for it. Come on, the longer you’re fucking fighting me, the longer it takes to get to Johnny’s and get you a Pina Colada or whatever,” I frowned. I didn’t even like Pina Colada’s. And had he forgot that Johnny’s are „out” of everything that requires a blender? „Jimmy... stop fucking... fighting... back, goddammit...” Oh by now he was panting. Serves you right. After a moment of fighting he let go of my leg, wiping his forehead from the sweat. I grinned triumphantly.

„I tell you what,” I started with a smile on my face as I stepped forward, pushing my hands in my pockets, „I stand here and just shout for them, is that okay?”

Zacky frowned. „What? No of course it’s not fucking okay!” He hissed, his greens piercing in me, „What the fuck has gotten into you? Just get up there!”

„No, you go up there!” I didn’t want to walk around Dice’s house, triggering off some booby traps. She was the knife mistress after all, doh. She was ready for everything!

„I tell Dice to ignore your requests and pour you only water,”

„Why would she do that?”

„’Cause you trashed the bar last night and intend to do it again?” I didn’t tr—that’s called art and Dicey appreciated a good piece of work! We both stared at each other, more than I glared and he smiled victoriously. El stupido that Zachary Vengeance.

„Haner! Let’s go!” Oh Zack’s gonna get for this one, I’ll fucking roofie him and feed off to those crazy fans he was avoiding so much. From now on we’re not friends with Zacky Vengeance anymore. I’ll show him ‘I tell Dice to ignore your requests’... I’ll talk fucking MJ into cockblocking his sorry behind! Makes good ol’ Jimmy go up there and ruin the most wonderful moment a man and a woman shares... other than ordering a pizza. „Briaaaaaan!”

I walked up the stairs. This was the first I was in Dicey’s home and for a moment there I thought I was about to get lost. In a single hallway where all the doors where open avoiding me to question what’s hiding behind door numero dos. Or tres. But that’s just me, I could get lost like... everywhere. I wondered which one was Dicey’s room...

Was it the one with the practically naked MJ and Brian or the one across the hall? I could tell she had a sense of fashion so maybe... Oh hey, I found them. And I was right! They were doing dirty, nasty little things!

„Come on guys, get your shit together and let’s roll!” I swung my arm and pointed towards the stairs. And don’t give me that look Brian Elwin Haner, it’s not polite being in a room with a girl who’s so little clothes on if she’s not your wife. He should know that. Everyone should know that! And probably someone should remind that whenever I figure it’s a great, super fantastic idea to run around butt naked. But I strongly believe I’m married to the world, so that’s that. MJ just stood there watching me, like she’s seen me for the first time.

„Blondie, come on, stop blushing and gaping and put some clothes on,” Was she a mute out of a sudden? I walked in the room opening her closet, „Look I’ll help you get dressed. Gates, go out, you shouldn’t peek while a lady get’s dressed, now shoo...” He looked pretty much dumbfounded with those raised eyebrows, before he shook his head opening his mouth to say something, but in the end just frowned and left. I looked over her wardrobe, tapping my chin with my index finger as I browsed through her clothes.

„Wh-what are you looking for, Jimmy?” She questioned.

„You wanna be friends with uncle Jimmy?” I questioned trying to imagine the picture of combining these leather skirt with that tiny little top. Yes, perfect, PERFECT!

„Well, yea, I suppose,” She frowned as I pushed her tonight’s outfit in her hands.

„Then you have to do something for uncle Jimmy,” I grinned, returning to her closet and looking over her shoe collection. Nope, nope, nope, nope! I can’t work with this! How am I supposed to be the next magnificent el Reverino, the fashion guru if she doesn’t even have a six inch heels? Everyone knew the key to getting laid and looking like a complete train wreck on the dance floor were those six inch heels! „Is that Dice’s room?” I pointed to the room across the hall, knowing dice had some amazing shoes. MJ nodded. „You’re the same size?” Nodded again and off I was. Flew to Dice’s lair. After my little scavenger hunt I returned with knee high black socks and some pretty little boots I’ve seen Dice wear only once.

„So what did you want me to do?” She asked as she zipped up her skirt and I handed her the remainders of the necessities to leave Zack’s jaw hanging on it’s hinges. „Oh Jimmy, hell no, those are Dice’s favorite boots!” She protested and I just rolled my eyes.

„Correction – those are Dicey’s stripper boots she wears only when she goes man hunting. I’ll inform her you’re on a mission tonight, she won’t get too mad. I promise.” I winked. How did I know that? I was el Reverino! I knew everything. That and I once ran into her when she was looking for a good lay.

„On a mission?”

„Yea, you need to seduce mister Vengeance and then cockblock him, can you do that for good ol’ me?” I batted my eyelashes as she fought with the laces of her shoes.

„I don’t kn—„

„Come on, for me? Pwetty pwease with a chewwy on top?” I made my best puppy dog eyes and I knew she’s gonna give in to them, worked each time like a charm. A small smile ghosted on her lips. Yes! Zacky’s gonna get cockblocked tonight, Zacky’s gonna—Zacky’s now standing in the door isle and gaping on the view. Ha- serves you right. After tonight he will have all doors open to go for Guinness records under the category ‘a man with bluest ball syndrome’.

Dice’s POV

This really started feeling like my lucky day - I pulled up to the bar a single minute before Johnny did and was completely blown away once I saw the back rooms spotless. Those homo Sevenfold’s weren’t really that bad to think about it. I should think of something to redo the favor. Maybe a barbecue tomorrow? God knew I had no idea what to do with a chunk of meet or any kind of food product for that matter, but they would help me out, right? Right?!

The tipping was very generous tonight, despite my last night’s make-up and bird nest of a hair, but to compensate for it – in the rush I had forgotten to put on a bra and I was wearing a loose guns ‘n’ roses tank. Yeah, the patron’s turned in whistling coyote’s in a matter of minutes and after I’d had my third nip-slip, Max handed me the duct tape. I thought he was crazy, but actually that did the trick.

The night wasn’t an ass buster as I had expected it to be so I even decided to play the pool with a couple of regulars. Max had nothing against it and Johnny loved when I interacted with our guests in different ways than kicking their ass and shouting them out of the bar. I could imagine the view these guys had once I leaned over to strike a hit and my boobs were showing to the whole world. It sucked Johnny forbid to play for money while I was working, I would’ve been by couple hundred richer on the fucking spot.

Kid Rock’s Cowboy took over the bar. I had been hundred percent sure the jukebox was dead, like RIP dead after yesterday, but no. Up and going. Couple of ladies got up on the bar, shaking what the good lord gave them and I could only shake my head and laugh on the view. But the smile dropped when one of them pulled me up. Shit... I didn’t dance. Like not even when I’d went full retard with the bottle of Patron. I turned around, ready to jump back, but both Johnny and Max blocked my way.

„Come on Dice, dance a little,” Max looked too amused for this situation. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, shit, there’s no fucking way I’m gonna embarrass myself in front of these people.

„It’s a little slow tonight, Dice, we need to get this place packed,” Johnny smirked while crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter. This was fucking illegal, in my contract I was a bartender and nothing more. But what the hell. I dropped to my knees while the girls danced around the counter and leaned for the bottle of Jack. Johnny cocked an eyebrow.

„Like hell I’m gonna dance sober,” I explained pulling out the geyser and raising the bottle to my mouth.

„..I wanna be a Cowboy baby, with the top let back and the sunshine shining..” The booze felt really stiff tonight and hit me straight in the head, at least I thought so, ‘cause I would’ve never swayed my hips like that if I’d be in my best mind. I can kick some ass, call the owner a fucking dick, but I will never and I repeat never dance on the counter. Never say never, huh? The crowd went wild, singing along the song and whistling over the view.

„Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players,” I sang out motioning to my crotch, before spotting the whole Avenged team in the crowd eyeing me with cocked eyebrows and amused features. Oh and there was MJ too, who watched me with wide eyes. Yea... She knew I was crazy and kinda loose from time to time, but dancing on the bar had never been my scene. Felt like a stripper and the feeling was... awesome.

„Cuss like a sailor...drink like a Mick,” The crowd chanted as I brought the bottle to my lips once again and drank my sobriety away. The liquid burnt my throat, but I didn’t stop. It flowed down my chin and covered my cleavage and I knew this was one of those evenings where I would be carried out of the bar. Happened rarely, but... happened. You may question how it’s possible for a 5’5 chick to drink a half bottle of Jack in the time span of a single song? Pure, stiff liquor? I’ll tell you how, if I don’t die of intoxication in the next ten minutes.

I dropped to my knees and took the first guy that was in arms reach to pull his mouth up to my lips. He didn't fight back, well why should he? I just gave him a shot of Jack on the house. And from my mouth. He could consider himself the luckiest son of a gun to walk the earth.

What could I say - whiskey makes me frisky.

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