The beer bottle exploded into a glassy and foamy mess as it slipped out of Jeff's hand and onto the sidewalk.
"God damn it...." Jeff said while walking into the bodega to buy a replacement. He thought about how stupid it was to buy another beer but the(more) devil on the other shoulder always seemed to win. That devil tended to have a lot of exciting ideas.
He choose a 24 oz Bud Light, shatterproof and tasteless, and walked up to the purchase counter. The darker skinned man running the cash register was shaking his head and avoiding eye contact.
"I should want to make the sale, but you don't need this one more beer my friend."
"Oh come on. Just sell me the beer. I'm out having fun with my friends."
"Are you still having fun? When was the last time you actually had fun and not just sustained?" the cashier replied.
"Well, it was fun." Jeff said. "Fuck you man. I'll go buy my beer somewhere else. Jeff stormed out of the bodega, looking for a replacement vendor.
It's not fun now he thought, serving a desire that he wanted to stop. A desire that told him it was fun, but in reality, was just costly trouble. It wasn't fun. It was never fun. He's had fun and this wasn't it.(less)
"Woohoo! Suck it, asswipes!" Tim leaned out the window to flip their pursuers the bird, still laughing wildly.
For her part, Jan just cursed under her breath and stepped on the gas; the tires screeched like bloody murder as she drove around a sharp bend, and she's no(more)t sure how much more abuse her precious vehicle could take. She'll treat her baby to the best if they get out of this in one (hopefully only slightly battered) piece. That should make up for the all the shit tonight.
But first... "Sit the fuck down, Tim!"
He was still cheering, but at least he got back into the car. "I've always wanted to say that to them!" He gave her a slightly soppy grin (which is to say he looked like a homicidal maniac just home from a job well done), and this really isn't the time for it, but damn it looked good on him. Jan could live with soppy. "Thanks for the gallant rescue, honey. Dunno what I'd do without you."
Sweet, but he's not getting off the hook that easily. "Next time," she growled as another monstrous fae mount and its equally hideous rider showed up on the rear-view mirror, "You're getting out of this sorry mess BY YOURSELF. Now buckle up, 'cause this ride's about to get a little rough."(less)