Holy fucking fuck this is pure! was what Tyler thought.
"Hm...this is okay...(sniff)" was what Tyler said.
God I hope I don't shit myself and blow my load at the same time this is so fucking pure... was what Tyler thought.
"Yeah, not bad (sniff)." was what Tyler said.
*zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz* was what Tyler thought.
"Uh...uhm...how much you want...?" was what Tyler said.
*munny* was what Tyler thought.
"Naw...that's fair..." was what Tyler said as he peeled what may have been the right amount of bills from the roll in his pocket and handed them to Dingo.
*doitdoitdoitnownownowdoitnowdoitnowdoitnow* was what Tyler thought.
"Hey, uh...Dingo, you uh, mind if I uh, fix here...?" was what Tyler said as he sat next to what appeared to be a huge bag of laundry on the couch.
*cookcookcookcookcook* was what Tyler thought.
"Mmmm..." was what Tyler said as the brown liquid began to shiver and twitch in the spoon.
*spike?* was what Tyler thought as he looked around the table in front of him, his teeth clamped on the belt he had looped around his arm.
"Ahhnn..." was what Tyler said as it entered him and the ritual began.
Only you... was what Tyler thought.
"Only you..." was what Tyler said.
There was a sensation of susurrous syrup.
Suddenly, time was back.
Seconds became minutes became hours and so forth into the horizon.
Now that his mastery of time had returned, he began to plan.
"I'm going to fuck someone before these next sixty minutes are up.
This is a promise I make to you, myself."
Tyler smiled.
Tyler sniffled.
Tyler got into his car and drove West.
He knew where he was going and he was almost certain he would find what he was looking for there.
Fuck that, he had to.
He'd made a promise.
"An oath." Tyler said to himself. "The promise, which is for fucking girl scouts and window washers has just been upgraded to an oath. Capital 'O'. An Oath. That's what I'm talking about. An Oath. I Oathe to be inside someone within the next fifty five minutes."
He paused, wondered if that was the correct usage of the word "oathe" and if "oathe" was even a word and then dismissed the thought.
It would not help him achieve his goal and therefore it was not important.
He pressed a button and the song began to play.
Tyler smiled.
"What a great time to hear this song" he said aloud.
It was not an accident that this song was on at this particular moment.
Tyler had the CD cued up and ready to roll before he'd entered Dingo's.
He liked the song straight...but on the nod?
The song...made things happen.
The combination of the drug and the song...just made the impossible possible...more than that...it made the impossible...
"Mine."
Tyler smiled.
Tyler let the song drive for a bit while he looked up at the stars.
Four playthroughs and hundreds of millions of stars later, he had arrived.
"Thirty minutes..." he said to himself as he turned off the engine and the song.
He stepped out into the night, took a deep breath and walked into the bar.
He would find what he needed to fulfill the Oath here, he was now 115% certain of this fact, but, in case he didn't, there were a few clubs on the other side of town he could hit.
The first thing he did before he even looked around was nail his gaze to the juke and blaze a trail towards it.
"You...are not going anywhere." he informed the tall, brightly lit box across the room.
He arrived, his fingers danced across the screen and images flashed before his eyes; a bill flew, of its own volition, from his pocket and into the waiting, hungry, sly mouth of Juke, the God of Vibrations.
"Take my sacrifice..." Tyler whispered, smiling, "and purify me..."
The song began again, this time enfolding him and everyone around him in its sultry, wet arms.
He loved this part.
When he was in his car or his place, he was one with the song and the song was one with him, but here...here...the song became the drug, soaking into everyone around him, giving him their strength, their luck...
He could...not...fail.
He looked around for the first time and saw her instantly.
"Twenty seven minutes...twenty seven minutes..." he said under his breath as he approached the bar and his goal standing there.
"I'm Tyler. And I'd love to just fuck you forever."
She was shocked, and that was good.
She was interested, and that was very good.
"Well--" she started.
"Wait." he said simply, holding up one hand. "I love this part."
His eyes slipped closed and he let the song lift him from this place and send him back to the stars for just a moment.
He returned.
"I'm sorry, but nothing you say is going to change the fact that within the next twenty five minutes I'm going to have you up against something."
Tyler smiled.
She smiled.
He had her.
It was already over.
"I know this club on the other side of town. They have good music. We can go there for a little and then we can start fucking."
"You...really seem to know what you want..."
It was the first full sentence she'd spoken.
Tyler smiled.
The song was just ending.
It was in the silence between this play and the following nineteen that he was going to get her outside.
The thumping waves of the last moments of the song were swallowed by the noise of the room and Tyler knew he had about ten seconds.
Tyler smiled and held out his hand.
She smiled and took his hand.
As the door swung closed, he heard the first thumping wave engulf the room once again.
Over the next nineteen playthroughs, he would be drawing power from the people in the bar.
He would focus it all on her.
Shit, they wouldn't even make it to the club...
He held open the passenger door for her and when she slid in he saw just how short her skirt was.
He closed her door, walked around the car and got in himself.
Then he took her chin gently but firmly in his hand and kissed her as he started the car.
The song washed over them, so loud he could only feel her little moans in his mouth, taste them on his tongue.
He pulled away and her eyes were half lidded as if she had taken the drug with him.
And maybe she had.
Anything was possible when you played the song while you were on the drug.
Tyler smiled and began to drive South.
Three playthroughs of the song later, they had arrived across the street from the club, in front of the mouth of an alley.
He turned down the song, but didn't turn it off.
He wanted it floating his next words to her.
Four minutes was what Tyler thought.
"So..." was what Tyler said.
It was the first words he'd spoken to her since they'd left the bar.
Her attention was rapt, she was hanging off every word he'd not said.
Four minutes was what Tyler thought.
"There's the club...Smashlight..." was what Tyler said.
She didn't even look at it, but there was recognition in her eyes.
Why wouldn't there be, there were only five clubs in this town.
Three minutes was what Tyler thought.
"We could go in...maybe listen to some music...maybe have a drink..." was what Tyler said.
He could just hear her breath over the low, constant throb of the song.
Three minutes was what Tyler thought.
"Or...we could go over there, where I would kneel down and slowly use my mouth on you until you're about to die, and then, like I said before, we could fuck forever." was what Tyler said.
She didn't even speak.
Tyler smiled and opened his door, turning off the engine and the song.
He walked around to the passenger door, noticed the bouncer outside the club noticing him, and opened her door.
She got out, eyes still fixed on him and followed him into the alley.
As soon as they were deep enough in the shadows, Tyler smiled and pressed her against the wall with his body, pressed his mouth against hers and opened her lips with his own.
Without the song playing, he could hear her moans now.
He enjoyed them very much.
He breathed deep, taking her in.
Even though it wasn't playing anymore, he still felt the song in his veins, being carried along in the river of his blood.
He pulled his face away from hers.
Tyler smiled.
One minute was what Tyler thought.
"I'd like to taste you." was what Tyler said.
"Oh God..." she whispered.
Tyler knelt down, but before he could raise his eyes to her, before he could begin, he reeled, almost toppling over backwards.
Yeah, that would be great. Fall over while staring at her pussy. Fucking idiot. was what Tyler thought.
He looked up quick, but, thankfully, her eyes were shut.
The fuck was that? was what Tyler thought.
Tyler was suddenly aware he was sweating.
One minute Tyler, one minute... was what Tyler thought.
He shook his head and focused on what was before him.
He took a steadying breath and laid his hands on the outside of her legs, just above the knees, and began to slowly slide them upward until he felt the thin waistband of her underwear.
She had started panting and that was fine with him.
He gently edged the lacy construct out from under her skirt and it was black, just as he knew it would be, and it was wet, just as he knew it would be.
He laid them neatly on the ground next to her purse, his hands shaking slightly, and leaned into the warmth which emanated in waves.
As he buried his face in the fecund darkness, tasting her, running his tongue over her dripping lips, feeling her body jerk and twist with orgasm, his vision blurred for just a few seconds.
Wow, I'm in this too was what Tyler thought.
This is different, this is something else... was what Tyler thought.
This is so...good...so...strong... was what Tyler thought.
I could just live on this, thrive on this... was what Tyler thought.
This could be my new drug... was what Tyler thought.
This could be my new song... was what Tyler thought.
This could...I'd love...mm... was what Tyler thought.
I'd...could...eat... was what Tyler thought.
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