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Played Me Like A Guitar
What happens when Skwisgaar and Toki make a bet? Will Skwisgaar conquer yet another girl or will Toki be proven right? And will the whole charade go as planned-or turn out like neither ever expecte...
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Toki placed his dethphone into the back pocket of his jeans and smiled excitedly. The other bandmates were all over the room doing their own respective version of nothing. Nathan sat on the couch trying to figure out a word that rhymed with decapitation, Pickles was making a list of drug mixtures he’d tried and trying to discover a new one. Murderface was flipping through a girly magazine and pointing out the girls he would bang; Skwisgaar watched him with a bored expression, his fingers absentmindedly playing his guitar. Toki decided they would be the first he would tell.
“Hey, pals! Havez I gots da good news for yous!”, he said, nearly bouncing with excitement.
“What isch it, Toki? Can’t you schee we’re buschy?”, grumpy Murderface replied, flipping another page.
“Ja, Toki. I ams tryings to watch Moidaface pathetic attempts at a dates.”, the Swede said matter-of-factly.
“Hey fuck you, Schkwisgaar! I could get any girl I want-ever!”, he defended, his face twisting in a terrible scowl.
“Ja sure, when da pigs ams flyings away…”, Skwisgaar scoffed, further reclining in his seat.
“Well speakings of flying, I ams going to picks up my friend from Utah so we cans meet for the first times! Ams that not great?!”, the young Norwegian shouted.
“Fuckings wonderfuls, little Tokis. Now, run alongs befores you hurts yourselfs.”, the Swede chided, waving his hand dismissively.
“Whatevers! You ams just jealous cuz a real goil is ams coming to see me-not some filthy sluts!”, Toki ‘hmphed’ as he started to walk away, only to be fiercely pulled back by all the band members an d thrown into a nearby chair.
“The fuck, Toki-ya got a girl comin’ t’ see ya an’ ya didn’t have t’ pay her?”, Pickles asked frantically.
“Does she know your famous? She might just try to fuck you cuz ur…uh…well cuz your famous.”, Nathan interjected.
“And what do you mean sche’s not a schlut?! Why bring ‘er then?! What good is a chick if she aint gonna give you any pussy?”
“Fucks yous, Moidaface! You know nothings about the real womans!
“So, uh, is she ugly? Cuz if she is we don’t really care anymore.”, Nathan said.
“Yeah, yeah we don’t care if she’s not hot.”, the drummer co-signed, crossing his arms with a frown.
“What the hells you guys! Has you gots no shames?! She’s an angel! A pure, innocent angel!”, Toki protested, standing abruptly and balling his fists at his sides.
“Ja, she ams ugly.”, Skwisgaar confirmed, sitting back down.
“No she ams not! See for yourselfs!”, Toki pressed a few buttons on his dethphone and held it up before them, smiling smugly at their shocked expressions.
There in the photo was a picture of a molten-caramel skinned girl, shoulder-length raven hair in an Asian bobnframing her rosy cheeks and heart shaped face. She was staring at the camera with almond shaped eyes peeking out from behind electric blue streaked bangs, her button now wrinkled with laughter and sparkling with a left nostril piercing; her full lips were soft looking and plump, curved up into an adorable smile. She had multiple piercings in each ear, a skull and crossbows ribbon clipped in her hair. A black choker with a single red gem hanging from it graced her neck, a tattered gothic style black dress with red ribbons in the corset waist that hugged her bountiful curves. The dress hung off of her upper shoulders and back and stopped just above her mid-thigh, her cleavage in plain view. The girl sat barefoot in a nest of heart-shaped pillows and plush bat dolls upon maroon sheets; the picture was taken from the side and she had her upper half turned toward the camera while flashing a peace sign, leaving just the right view of the deadly slope that was her lower back.
“Dude what the fuck how did you get that?!, Nathan screamed.
“Yeah! What the hell kind of shit did you have to do to get her?!, Pickles asked, taking the phone from him for everyone to see better.
“Oh my God! Look at thosche titties!!! They’re fuckin’ huge! They can’t be real!”, Murderface exclaimed while pointing erratically.
“Her ass and hips ams thick but her waist ams tiny-perfect for fuckings doggy-style. How did you get so lucky, Tokis?”, Skwisgaar said, his voice a deep, husky tone that was usually reserved for the most elderly woman he fucked.
“Fucking tittiesch…!”
“Jealous, huh? Ja, I knows. Now if you will excuse mes, I don’t wants to be keepings a lady waiting.”, Toki turned on his heel and left in the direction of the garage they kept the Hatredcopter in.
“Holds ons a minutes, Tokis!”, Skwisgaar yelled, catching up to him with surprising speed. “Is ams she spoken for?”
“Why yous wants to know?”, Toki’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Cuz I wants to fucks hers. Why else?”, the slighter man responded as if it were the most obvious thing on earth.
“Y-you what? What?! You fuckings-“,Toki raised his fists suddenly, his teeth bared with the rage that engulfed him and made his see red. “What makes yous think my sweet Nani would evers fucks a dildos yous?!”
“Well, I ams me, afterall. It would nots bes that hard.”, the Swede tilted his hips and smiled smugly.
“Well she ams different ands pures ands kind ands way betters persons than you ever will be-she would never want yous!”, through his anger, the brunette took silent delight in Skwisgaar’s sudden offended expression.
“Cares to put da wagers on that?”
“What you means?”, toki’s anger slowly subsided and his curiosity emerged.
“If I can get this Nani to sleeps with mes, yous have to wash my sheets by hands for a year.”,Toki shuddered at the thought of all the horrible bodily fluids that could be lurking along every atom in Skwisgaar’s room.
“Ands if she doesn’t, yous lets me plays the lead guitars on the next album ands be nice to me for a year!”
“Deal.”, the blond offered his hand in agreement.
“Deal.”, Toki took it and set off toward the garage again. ”You has a month.”
“I needs only a week.”, Skwisgaar grinned smugly,slipping his arm around Toki’s shoulder. “I likes lots of da fabric’s softener.”
“You hasn’t gots a chance in-“
“We’re comin too!”, the other bandmates yelled in unison, walking up to the duo.
“Whys you suddenly wants to meet Nani?”, Toki became wary again.
“We aint got nothin’ better to do, so why not?”, Pickles shrugged.
A klokateer walked into the room,” Everything is set and we have her address, m’lords.”
“Wait, How’d he know we all were coming?”, Nathan asked, his constant scowl deepening with confusion.
“Eh, I just guessyous wants to.”, said Toki, leaving the others to each his own puzzled expression before finally following.
Toki placed his dethphone into the back pocket of his jeans and smiled excitedly. The other bandmates were all over the room doing their own respective version of nothing. Nathan sat on the couch trying to figure out a word that rhymed with decapitation, Pickles was making a list of drug mixtures he’d tried and trying to discover a new one. Murderface was flipping through a girly magazine and pointing out the girls he would bang; Skwisgaar watched him with a bored expression, his fingers absentmindedly playing his guitar. Toki decided they would be the first he would tell.
“Hey, pals! Havez I gots da good news for yous!”, he said, nearly bouncing with excitement.
“What isch it, Toki? Can’t you schee we’re buschy?”, grumpy Murderface replied, flipping another page.
“Ja, Toki. I ams tryings to watch Moidaface pathetic attempts at a dates.”, the Swede said matter-of-factly.
“Hey fuck you, Schkwisgaar! I could get any girl I want-ever!”, he defended, his face twisting in a terrible scowl.
“Ja sure, when da pigs ams flyings away…”, Skwisgaar scoffed, further reclining in his seat.
“Well speakings of flying, I ams going to picks up my friend from Utah so we cans meet for the first times! Ams that not great?!”, the young Norwegian shouted.
“Fuckings wonderfuls, little Tokis. Now, run alongs befores you hurts yourselfs.”, the Swede chided, waving his hand dismissively.
“Whatevers! You ams just jealous cuz a real goil is ams coming to see me-not some filthy sluts!”, Toki ‘hmphed’ as he started to walk away, only to be fiercely pulled back by all the band members an d thrown into a nearby chair.
“The fuck, Toki-ya got a girl comin’ t’ see ya an’ ya didn’t have t’ pay her?”, Pickles asked frantically.
“Does she know your famous? She might just try to fuck you cuz ur…uh…well cuz your famous.”, Nathan interjected.
“And what do you mean sche’s not a schlut?! Why bring ‘er then?! What good is a chick if she aint gonna give you any pussy?”
“Fucks yous, Moidaface! You know nothings about the real womans!
“So, uh, is she ugly? Cuz if she is we don’t really care anymore.”, Nathan said.
“Yeah, yeah we don’t care if she’s not hot.”, the drummer co-signed, crossing his arms with a frown.
“What the hells you guys! Has you gots no shames?! She’s an angel! A pure, innocent angel!”, Toki protested, standing abruptly and balling his fists at his sides.
“Ja, she ams ugly.”, Skwisgaar confirmed, sitting back down.
“No she ams not! See for yourselfs!”, Toki pressed a few buttons on his dethphone and held it up before them, smiling smugly at their shocked expressions.
There in the photo was a picture of a molten-caramel skinned girl, shoulder-length raven hair in an Asian bobnframing her rosy cheeks and heart shaped face. She was staring at the camera with almond shaped eyes peeking out from behind electric blue streaked bangs, her button now wrinkled with laughter and sparkling with a left nostril piercing; her full lips were soft looking and plump, curved up into an adorable smile. She had multiple piercings in each ear, a skull and crossbows ribbon clipped in her hair. A black choker with a single red gem hanging from it graced her neck, a tattered gothic style black dress with red ribbons in the corset waist that hugged her bountiful curves. The dress hung off of her upper shoulders and back and stopped just above her mid-thigh, her cleavage in plain view. The girl sat barefoot in a nest of heart-shaped pillows and plush bat dolls upon maroon sheets; the picture was taken from the side and she had her upper half turned toward the camera while flashing a peace sign, leaving just the right view of the deadly slope that was her lower back.
“Dude what the fuck how did you get that?!, Nathan screamed.
“Yeah! What the hell kind of shit did you have to do to get her?!, Pickles asked, taking the phone from him for everyone to see better.
“Oh my God! Look at thosche titties!!! They’re fuckin’ huge! They can’t be real!”, Murderface exclaimed while pointing erratically.
“Her ass and hips ams thick but her waist ams tiny-perfect for fuckings doggy-style. How did you get so lucky, Tokis?”, Skwisgaar said, his voice a deep, husky tone that was usually reserved for the most elderly woman he fucked.
“Fucking tittiesch…!”
“Jealous, huh? Ja, I knows. Now if you will excuse mes, I don’t wants to be keepings a lady waiting.”, Toki turned on his heel and left in the direction of the garage they kept the Hatredcopter in.
“Holds ons a minutes, Tokis!”, Skwisgaar yelled, catching up to him with surprising speed. “Is ams she spoken for?”
“Why yous wants to know?”, Toki’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Cuz I wants to fucks hers. Why else?”, the slighter man responded as if it were the most obvious thing on earth.
“Y-you what? What?! You fuckings-“,Toki raised his fists suddenly, his teeth bared with the rage that engulfed him and made his see red. “What makes yous think my sweet Nani would evers fucks a dildos yous?!”
“Well, I ams me, afterall. It would nots bes that hard.”, the Swede tilted his hips and smiled smugly.
“Well she ams different ands pures ands kind ands way betters persons than you ever will be-she would never want yous!”, through his anger, the brunette took silent delight in Skwisgaar’s sudden offended expression.
“Cares to put da wagers on that?”
“What you means?”, toki’s anger slowly subsided and his curiosity emerged.
“If I can get this Nani to sleeps with mes, yous have to wash my sheets by hands for a year.”,Toki shuddered at the thought of all the horrible bodily fluids that could be lurking along every atom in Skwisgaar’s room.
“Ands if she doesn’t, yous lets me plays the lead guitars on the next album ands be nice to me for a year!”
“Deal.”, the blond offered his hand in agreement.
“Deal.”, Toki took it and set off toward the garage again. ”You has a month.”
“I needs only a week.”, Skwisgaar grinned smugly,slipping his arm around Toki’s shoulder. “I likes lots of da fabric’s softener.”
“You hasn’t gots a chance in-“
“We’re comin too!”, the other bandmates yelled in unison, walking up to the duo.
“Whys you suddenly wants to meet Nani?”, Toki became wary again.
“We aint got nothin’ better to do, so why not?”, Pickles shrugged.
A klokateer walked into the room,” Everything is set and we have her address, m’lords.”
“Wait, How’d he know we all were coming?”, Nathan asked, his constant scowl deepening with confusion.
“Eh, I just guessyous wants to.”, said Toki, leaving the others to each his own puzzled expression before finally following.
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