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Green eyes glanced over at the bouncer, sickly hands finding themselves shoved in the pockets of his slightly-too-short skinny jeans. He let out a soft chuckle - scratching his forehead as he moved to gaze at the ground. He knew that bastard. He also knew that he was a_ quick shooter._ Don’t ask Spud how he knew that - he really didn’t want to remember.
“ Graze yer hand near his nob n’ th’ wanker’ll nut himself. “ He rubbed the bottom of his nose - he didn’t like discussing the efficiency of his acquaintance’s ejaculations but anything to get this pretty lass what she wanted. “It’ll distract th’ poor sod long enough tae slip in.” He coughed. “Th’ nightclub, thattis. Nit his arse or somethin’.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly at Spud, her head kinked to the side ever so slightly. “Right, Spud, when I’m no’ fleein’ we’re gon’na have a very frank an’ honest discussion about how you know that. But right now I want to get so pisht tha’ I can’t even walk, let alone speak.”
Kayleigh walked towards the bouncer. She had every intention of following Spuds advice, of playing it cool and flirty. But the bouncer took one look at her and shook his head – nae chance. Kayleigh grabbed the guy by the balls and twisted. The pair hadn’t even exchanged words, but after that he simply nodded. Kayleigh stood on her tiptoes and kissed the reeling man on the cheek before skipping off inside.
Sickly hand coming up to cover his mouth, face going white. It wasn't his balls, but it may as well have been for the sympathetic pain he had radiating from his nether regions. Holy shit, that bitch just crushed the poor sod's nuts.
He was quick to go through his pockets, finding a morphine tablet at the bottom, along with some pocket fuzz. Wiping it off on his shirt, he jogged over to the ( currently vomiting ) bodyguard, slipping the pill into his hand.
Sympathetically patting the guy on the shoulder, he turned away and headed inside the club, going straight for the girl. "Ye crushed his baws, ye madwoman!"















