Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 18:26:47 GMT -5
Ace was drifting in and out of a sex coma when he awoke to find himself alone in Jenna's bed. His hand reached over in his groggy state and felt an empty but warm spot next to him. He looked over at the nightstand and saw that his bottle had been tipped over in the rucus. It sat on the edge of the nightstand on it's side. Most of it's contents were on the floor in a puddle fucking hell! Ace sighed and leaned up. Finding a pair of pants he pulled them on and grabbed a light grey tanktop and threw that on as well. The room was odd and empty without Jenna here, Ace scratched his chin and ruffled his hand through his messy no fucks given hair and walked out into the hall. Well, she must be off exploring the place. Ace thought. He had his radio in his hand as he grabbed it on the way out of the bedroom and turned it on. The airwaves were silent. People seemed to be getting on. Ace's only concern was finding a drink. He didn't need a drink. He just wanted to have the reassurance that he'd be able to get some in this place. Otherwise, he would surely make a run just to get some. The bottle wasn't for his sorrow or pain, it was just a perk of being one of the lucky few fucks who still had a pulse. Ace was still a bit groggy and his balance was a bit off as his body was still sleepy. He stumbled a bit in the hallway and backed into a wall. On a shelf above his head a 8 lbs jesus statue wobbled and fell off the shelve. It would have brained him possibly killed him if he hadn't continued to stumble with his slightly drunk ass and fell backward out of it's way. The heavy statue fell to the floor and broke into pieces. Ace looked at it a moment and then up at the shelf from where it came. Fuckin hell, that was a close one. He thought as he let out an exhuberant laugh of startled amazement.
Ace: Ye tryin to tell me something big man? * Ace said looking up as if he were looking at god directly* Or ye just keepin me on me toes? Fine... I'll lay off the drink for awhile.
Ace rubbed his neck not knowing just how lucky he was just now. That statue would have most certainly killed him had he been directly underneath the high shelf. Ace looked around and saw that he was indeed alone in the quiet hallway. He cleaned up the mess before heading down stairs. Ace didn't have his weapons on him. He didn't feel the need to cary them here. This place was a surreal dream. Their own personal garden of eden and the apples here were not vile temptations, but actul bounties. God had allowed them to make it this far and it was as if he wanted them to breathe easy for awhile, having survived his trials and tests of faith. Ace still had his faith, and he believed in doing the right thing. If Jenna was pregnant after their moment of lust.... He would be there, and he wold marry her. He wasn't what he considered father material... He was more about partying hard and living dangerously. Ace wasn't a thrill seeker, yet he managed to always have brushes with death and quite honestly surviving them where a rush. But, his faith wouldn't allow him to walk away from a woman carrying his child. That's not who he was, or had ever been. Ace made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. He leaned over the kitchen island. He rubbed his eyes still getting over nearly getting the back of his skull caved in. That's when _____________ walked in.
Ace: Ye tryin to tell me something big man? * Ace said looking up as if he were looking at god directly* Or ye just keepin me on me toes? Fine... I'll lay off the drink for awhile.
Ace rubbed his neck not knowing just how lucky he was just now. That statue would have most certainly killed him had he been directly underneath the high shelf. Ace looked around and saw that he was indeed alone in the quiet hallway. He cleaned up the mess before heading down stairs. Ace didn't have his weapons on him. He didn't feel the need to cary them here. This place was a surreal dream. Their own personal garden of eden and the apples here were not vile temptations, but actul bounties. God had allowed them to make it this far and it was as if he wanted them to breathe easy for awhile, having survived his trials and tests of faith. Ace still had his faith, and he believed in doing the right thing. If Jenna was pregnant after their moment of lust.... He would be there, and he wold marry her. He wasn't what he considered father material... He was more about partying hard and living dangerously. Ace wasn't a thrill seeker, yet he managed to always have brushes with death and quite honestly surviving them where a rush. But, his faith wouldn't allow him to walk away from a woman carrying his child. That's not who he was, or had ever been. Ace made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. He leaned over the kitchen island. He rubbed his eyes still getting over nearly getting the back of his skull caved in. That's when _____________ walked in.