Asking for Trouble

Who: Aaron and Johnny
Where: Chinatown
When: Night of Jan 13th
Warning: NSFW

Aaron hadn't been to Chinatown in a while, mostly because of the two girls he'd pissed off last time he was there. He figured that enough time had passed that at least one of them might be happy to see him again, if he acted sorry. Hell, maybe if he was lucky, they'd have decided to be mad at each other and fight over him.

He strutted into the bar, shaved, dressed sharp, and ready meet the love of his life. Or the love of his night. Aaron waved at the guy behind the counter to get him a drink. He didn't really care what it was.

Johnny was busy being loud. He was on his third beer, and was still buzzing from the line he'd scored earlier. He was with three of the boys, and they were grunting with laughter at all the right moments as he told a story about "getting his fuck on" as he so charmingly put, after he'd stabbed the girl in question's boyfriend. The majority of the story was made up, but Johnny'd got so into the vulgarity of it that he'd kind of forgotten that, and was starting to believe that he'd slipped the nasty to a busty Korean a couple days ago, rather than simply giving her a black eye - she hadn't even had a boyfriend.

Then he caught the white boy out of the corner of his eye, and his story faltered. He got that look. That... "My name is Johnny Tang and I am fucking untouchable" look, and even the shaved Gorillas he spent his time with caught the glimmer and wiped the smiles off their face quick as a flash.

"Who the fuck", said Johnny loudly, "Is the fucking round-eye yin-cheng hun dan over there? Does anyone know him, or is he clearly fucking drinking where he's not fucking wanted?"

Shaking out the match as he looked up from lighting a cigarette, Aaron exhaled, and smirked. "Not wanted, huh? Don't worry. I'll leave a couple of colorblind girls for you to chase so your ugly ass shirt won't scare them away." He wasn't going to go scrambling out of the place just because some loudmouthed jackass was calling him names. His drink didn't seem to be coming, and that irritated him more than Johnny did, so he ignored the guy to tend to that little problem. "Hey... " Aaron motioned to the bar tender as if drinking in case the guy didn't speak English, and held up a couple of bills from his coat pocket.

Johnny gave his boys a look over his shoulder, and they in turn pulled themselves to their feet, cracking their knuckles. He wasn't taking that shit. Nobody spoke to Johnny Tang like that, not in his own fucking bar. Not when his boys were listening. He was the man in charge, and that was how it was gonna fucking stay. Johnny walked up to the white boy, his shoulders loose - ready to throw a punch if need be. He flapped his hands at the bartender, dismissing him, and the tall Chinese man turned his back to the goings on, pretending to polish glasses. Most of the business owners knew better than to annoy Johnny, this idiot was no different.

He cleared his throat, and sidled up to the intruder. "Listen up, gwai-lo, we don't like white meat in our bar, and you ain't gonna get served shit, so you can either fuck off now of your own fuckin' accord, or I can see to it that you fuck off by my accord, because this is my fucking neighbourhood and nobody fucking talks to me like that, especially not some queer fucking white boy, you get me? Fuck," Johnny was feeling dangerous. Nothing beat smashing somebody's teeth in to keep his spirits up. He put his hands on his hips, pulling back his coat slightly, and revealing the large handgun attached to his belt. Real subtle.

Aaron took a deep drag on the cigarette as he watched the pack of goons cross the room. Prospects for getting laid in this place didn't look great, so he probably would have left on his own before long, but now... oh hell no. Not with some noisy little bitch telling him where he could and couldn't drink. He didn't move toward the door. He didn't even stand up straight. Aaron just sneered faintly as Johnny started talking.

The gun did not impress. People who showed them off usually weren't too quick to use them. "Where I come from, the only ones who go showing off a piece that big are the whores who need a cannon to make somebody pay for it. All you need to do is learn to say 'me' now that you got 'fuck' down in English, and maybe some of your ladyboy lovin friends will slip you a five."

He'd gone to Chinatown looking for women, but since there weren't many of those around anyway, a different sort of excitement suited him fine. Especially since it came in the form of a shithead thug who needed a gun and a gang to back up his mouth. "Now, I don't waste my time with ladyboys, so if you got business with me, put that down, leave your boyfriends behind and we'll go outside so I can teach you how men settle this kind of shit."

He smiled then, that cocky shiteating grin that could sometimes set people off without him having to say a word, and waited for the first sign of movement.

Johnny laughed harshly, and the boys joined in - they knew their place, and could probably smell the testosterone brewing. Oh. Hell. Yes. "You wanna go outside? Fuckin' A," he said, ignoring Aaron's comment about leaving the boys behind. This dick was obviously suicidal, to make remarks about Johnny being anything less that straight. Well, Johnny was more than happy to oblige a death wish. So then the gun wasn't in his belt any more, it was in his hand, and he brought the butt of the weapon hard and fast into Aaron's face, planning on breaking his stupid, arrogant nose.

There was the move. Aaron pulled back, yelling from the adrenaline rush as the butt of the pistol clipped his chest before slamming into the bar, then shifted his weight, and dove back in, leading with the crown of his head in hopes of landing a solid headbutt to the face when Johnny's head would be coming up to correct and recover from the unintentional overreach.

Johnny wasn't quick. He jarred his arm and took the headbutt - although not full force because already Yun-Pei (the biggest of the three goons behind him) had charged Aaron and grabbed him around the waist. The other two were quick to follow and grab him arms, pulling him back from their boss. It still hurt though - and he could feel blood dripping from the impact down his forehead.

"You fuck," yelled Johnny, touching a hand to his face and feeling the cut on his forehead, seeing red (both literally and figuratively), "You're gonna fucking die, gou-zai-zi," Johnny swore loudly in Mandarin, and aimed his gun at whitey's face, releasing the saftey, "You fucking cocksucker, you're gonna fucking die and go to fucking hell!"

Aaron was trying to goad the toady little fuck into keeping his boys out of it, but he pretty much knew he was picking a fight with four guys and a gun from the start. Never stopped him before, and he saw no reason to start using his head just then. The big guy slammed into his gut and shoved him back and he was just putting out his cigarette on the back of the fucker's neck when the other two went for his arms. The first to get there grabbed high enough for his fingers to be within reach and Aaron leaned over to have a try at biting them off.

As the third man grabbed him, he began using the grip on his arms as leverage to knee the first guy in whatever part he of him he could get, and to try to stomp down extra hard on any feet that got in the way. Then the gun barrel in his face grabbed his attention and he got really pissed. It was all good fun up until that point. He let out a yell, then just lost his shit.

"You pussy slant eye little bitch! Can't fight for shit because you can't see straight enough so you gotta shoot down a guy while your fuckin pack of goons holds him down so you can? Go ahead and show this whole place you can't back up your shit talk! Fuckin coward! Stick that thing back in your panties and FIGHT!" He was still struggling, but instead of fighting to injure the others, he was fighting to get at the pussy with the gun.

"Gutless little cunt! Show everybody you're as brave as any cum guzzling twelve year old whore so they all know that you're afraid I'll slap you around like a little girl until you beg me to let you call me daddy!" Aaron was in a full blown tantrum. He was red in the face, screaming at the top of his lungs and fighting wildly against the grip of the three men in an insane attempt to get closer to the gun that was being waved in his face.

As soon as a white boy let slip the phrase "slant-eye" in Chinatown, he'd kind of dug his own grave, and even if the other people in the bar disliked Johnny they now probably wouldn't give a shit if Aaron drowned in a puddle of his own blood in the back alley of the bar. Johnny's boys obliged with a nod of the head from their Boss and began to drag the screaming man out of the establishment. Johnny grabbed a cloth from the bar to mop the blood from his face, and cursed at the barman for not having any paper towels. He'd get that guy later.

"Listen up, whitey," crowed Johnny at Aaron, tucking his gun back into his belt and slipping brass knuckles onto his hands, "You may wanna stop crying and struggling like a fuckin' toddler, and start praying to the baby Jesus. Or better yet, me. 'Cause right now? Your worthless fuckin' life is my hands. Literally." he said, cracking his knuckles underneath the dusters, and grinning his crooked evil grin. This was going to feel good.

Aaron was never one for taking good advice. He continued to struggle, not to get away, but to get at Johnny, all the way out the door and beyond. "I'll slap your fuckin eyes straight, you shit sucking cream puff!" It took some effort to get him through the door, where he had something solid to brace against in his attempts to tear away from their grip. He only managed to get away from one or two at a time, and only breifly, so after trading a few punches, kicks and elbows, the four of them all made it outside, with Aaron still screaming at Johnny. "Come on, you pillow biting bitch! You and me! I'll make you scream louder than your daddy does every night!"

Johnny laughed loudly and harshly as Yun-Pei threw the man to the ground and aimed a good few kicks at his chest - no laughing matter when the man doing the kicking had metal-toed boots on - and the other two boys did the same, making sure there was no way he could escape under the flurry of kicks. Then, Johnny drew his finger across his throat and the kicking was stopped, they reached down for Aaron and he was hauled to his knees by his hair. Johnny bent down to look at him and smiled broadly, "You and me, sure, 'sept I feel like maybe we've gone beyond that. How about I pound the shit out of you and then I'll find your fucking mother and do the same? White girls like me, see," he winked, throwing a hard punch at Aaron, aiming for the eyes, "Maybe you got a pretty baby sister? Maybe I'll fuck the shit out of your entire fucking family, one way or another. Pretty sure any relatives you might have brewing downstairs ain't gonna happen when we're done with you," Johnny laughed, throwing another punch, as Max unfolded his flick knife to wave before Aaron's face, "Seeing as how we're gonna cut your fucking dick off."

Steel toe boots to the chest would shut any smartass up. When Aaron was dragged to his knees, he was still trying to remember how to breathe, so the attempt to spit just came out as a grimace, showing off teeth outlined in blood from where he'd bitten his tongue at some point during the scuffle. His mother? Whole family? That thought brought a croak of laughter from Aaron as he got a little air in his lungs. He was just about to reach for Johnny's ears to yank his face down into the top of his head when the guy decided to shut the hell up and hit him, ripping his hair from the other man's fist and opening a cut above his eye. He was dizzy and a little disoriented, but swung anyway, connecting solidly with Yun-Pei's nuts. The next punch landed him on his back and busted his lip. He spit blood and croaked another laugh. "Knew you wanted my dick."

Johnny snorted, watching Yun-Pei wince and brace himself against the wall, the other two taking his place and kicking Aaron again in the sides and back. Johnny took Max's knife and jumped into the brawl too, drawing a long slice across Aaron's chest, and making a couple deep swipes at his shoulder too, just for good measure. He threw in another good few punches, and then spat right into Aaron's bloody, pulpy face. They'd set in for the night - their prey was subdued and they'd beat him unconscious, or further, before Johnny embedded the knife into the man's groin - a painful reminder of 4 very unhappy Asian men should the idiot survive. Johnny also considered carving the Khmer for "Golden Boys' bitch" onto Aaron somewhere - but the decisions for mutilations would come after he'd got out all of his fury at this fucking prick. No-one messed with Johnny and survived to do it again. Fucking no-one.