Good time on the Porcelain Throne

[John Alan Smyth]

John was at the office. Writing a piece on Teen drug use, which sky rocketed since John moved to Port Reese. Letting the water run cold running his hands under it John splashed the water on his face. The cold water felt good. Almost like it was slapping him back to reality. Getting a bit too caught up in his work made john feel very, very mortal.

Splashing his face again John closed his eyes and focused on the cold of the water, running his hands under the stream again he ran them through his hair making it look like he jelled it back. Splashing his face and washing his hands one last time. John towel dried his face and looked up into the mirror.

A familiar face greeted him. at first John thought he was hallucinating, but that wasn't possible. He was so straight he could cut cocaine. Staring at her beautiful face through the window John swallowed and placed the towel back on its rack.

Bracing himself on the sink John looked up again and smirked. "I was wondering when I'd be seeing you again" she stated at her through the mirror.

[shana helena stone]

Shana entered the washroom silently; it was one of those one person stall toilet and urinal for men thing. The idiot had forgotten to lock the door. She had her pistol with her, it was in the back of her tight light blue jeans, and she wore her black boots, a white tank top and her favorite short waist length dark brown leather jacket. She didn’t bother to remove her pistol from her pants, and wasn’t worried about it falling out; she wore a belt and her jeans were tight enough that a guy wouldn’t even be able to stick his hand in there. At least without some help, she would kill him, now or later if it failed.

Shana moved forward behind him till she was inches from his back she reached to the back her body prepared to remove her pistol. Doing so a click echoed throughout the small washroom. “I was hoping I’d see ya too” she stated in a low tone as she brought the pistol to his head. What happened Shana didn’t expect.

[John Alan Smyth]

John was fast, the first time they met he wasn't prepared, but this time, he wouldn't be so nieve. John swirled around and grabbed her wrist and turning it so if she fired it would miss and pump lead into the wall behind him. the smile never left his lips as she twisted her arm up and against her back. John quickly used his weight to push her against a free space in the wall. John wasn't just some push over. Being a journalist he got into a lot of shit.

Just inches from her face John has this irresistible urge to kiss her. but something told him not to. He still valued his life. She might be pinned but he didn't doubt for a second that she still had some sort of trick still up her sleeve. She might have a knife in her boot. John thought that wasn't possible. considering her pants were so tight she had to lube her legs just to get in.

That thought got John hot. Fuck, Ass. I can't have an erection now. he mentally shouted at himself. Not as this woman is trying to kill me, maybe later when she got this 'killing' business out of her system.

[shana helena stone]

Shana didn't see it coming, her arm was twisted she shouted in pain and grinded her teeth "son of a bitch" she swore the pistol dropped from her hand as she heard it click on the cold white tile floor. She almost lost her footing as he backed her up against the cold white wall, this washroom had a real hospital feel. Her skin was hot, and now her face hurt. he was behind her and pinning her arm, fuck why did she come alone Jackal had told her not too.

But no, Shana had to be a hard ass and think she could take him on herself, clearly she couldn't. "Let go and I'll promise you, I'll hurt you so bad you'll be wishing for me to shoot ya" she threatened through a bloody lip, the impact had split her bottom lip near the corner. Asshole, he was so going to die. Squirming on the wall Shana pushed back against him, anything that kept her throbbing face from the cold wall. She looked over her shoulder, he was right there, so close, she could feel his body pressed up against her. Now she knew what it was like to be the haunted. Her brown eyes rested on his, he was even more gorgeous in normal light.

[John Alan Smyth]

John just had to smile. He was exacting his revenge. Hearing the gun fall he kicked it to the other end of the bathroom, where he knew he would get to it first, if the need arose. Loosening the twist on her arm John really didn't like hurting her, but if he didn't then she probably would kill him. And he didn't really want to die today. John had a dead line on an article he still wasn't finished.

John still kept his weight on her. He wasn't sure how long he could keep this up. sooner or later she could find a away through his hold. When she looked over her shoulder, John saw she had a split lip right in the corner. He did feel bad about that, after all that really wasn't his intentions. So with his hands, and uh, body pre-occupied John did what he has never done before. Kissed her wound.

"There, better?" he asked his voice was low and had a hind of playfulness to it. John hoped it would distract her long enough that he could escape again.

[shana helena stone]

Shana struggled to get free when she felt him loosen the grip on her arm, just what she needed. Her brown eyes never moved as he leaned inwards she felt his lips kiss the corner of her mouth where it was split, her face twisted, the act confused her. Was he being nice to a woman that wanted to put a bullet between his eyes, or was he just trying his best to distract her? Shana voted the latter. She spat to the floor, blood sprinkle hitting the floor in her saliva. She tasted iron.

She looked to the wall away from him as she raised her heeled black boot, then stopped down upon his foot. Getting free she dived for he 9mm near the far end of the washroom. She landed on the floor and crawled viciously to grab the pistol before he did. She was determined to kill him, one way or another.

[John Alan Smyth]

John felt her heel dig into his foot. White hot pain seared up his leg 'Fuck, Ass" he managed to get out through bursts of pain. His eyes followed her as she made a b-line for the gun 'can't let that happen' he thought. John tried to run towards it but his foot was indisposed at the moment.

Looking at her supple body of the floor, John had an idea. With his one good working leg John hopped a couple of steps and threw his weight on to his assassin. Feeling his body come down on hers, John hoped that he seriously didn't hurt her. shaking his head, of course he wants to hurt her. The bitch is trying to kill him. Fucking free for all. Seeing that the gun was just out of reach John began to climb on top of her, being a man his arm span was naturally longer, using that to his advantage John reached for the gun.

Feeling the cold metal against his fingertips. Curling his fingers John felt the guns grip nestle itself in his palm. pushing himself up John pointed the gun at her. but soon realized that she was on her stomach. Shaking his John John used his weight and pushed her onto her back.

Looking down at the woman underneath him, John smirked his hair still slightly wet from the tap water hung in his face as he looked down and his brown eyes stared into hers.

[shana helena stone]

Shana's eyes widened when she felt weight upon her, no he didn't. Looking over her shoulder the fucking guy was on top of her!. She grinded her teeth when she saw his hand grab the gun, fucker. She swore under her breathe, the pressure from him was heavy, naturally and Shana found herself slowly her breathing to keep from loosing it. She shut her eyes tight and tried her best to push up from her elbows, it worked slightly she turned to look up and over her shoulder at him. He was even attractive from this level but not he was seriously going to die.

"Get the fuck off, and give me my gun" an empty threat. She groaned her side hurt and the split of her lip started to bleed again slightly from her speaking. She made a mental note to shoot this guy twice. Shifting under his weight she found it impossible to move under him, she was fucked.

[John Alan Smyth]

John was liking this 'in control' feeling. As she looked over her shoulder to him John noticed her eyes. They were a beautiful shade of brown. 'No, gotta stay focused' his mind tole him. this woman was a highly trained killer. And she probably wouldn't waste anytime once she got free. John was starting to get tired. his foot hurt like a bitch, and he was now all sweaty and his hair now hung in his face.

John really wanted a good sleep right about now, not a dirt nap though, the kind with nice clean crisp sheets. Shifting his weight, Johns mind wasn't on the present, in fact Johns mind wasn't anywhere lord knows where he was. His grip loosening on the gun, it was too late when John realized he had made a fatal mistake. He was going to die.

[shana helena stone]

Shana wasn't sure if he'd shoot her or if he'd just leave. But what he did next made Shana pray to the big man above. He had shifted his weight and loosened his grip on the gun. In a quick turn Shana was on her back, with this John above her, she had read his ID that night in the alleyway, took in everything. When she was on her back she gripped the gun and pried it from his hands, she then lifted her leg hitting him with her knee right above his funny bone. Then not feeling sorry for the next action striked him across the face with the end of the pistol. She heard a loud crack, she hoped she broke bones as it came into contact with his jaw. Shana then sat up using all of her weight and pushed John off of her and onto the floor. Standing she pointed the gun to him, finally ready to take the shot.

"Now you wish you have gotten off sooner" she teased in a spiteful manner. If Shana didn't kill this John and Jackal found out, he wouldn't hesitate to tell the family, then Shana would really be in trouble. But wouldn't Blackbird defend her?.... she wasn't sure but her mind said yes, regardless. Just as she was about to pull the trigger a loud knock came to the door. "John you in there?" As the door opened Shana let a clip go it skinned the man as Shana pushed past him and went through an exit door and bolted through the stairwell down onto the street.