#vic ft blake

[victcryx]

murder & karaoke (bc this is the kind of chaotic energy we love)

@crimsonxrogue

It was one of those self contained booths, the ones that you have to book out, the ones that have sticky floors and shitty repurposed Christmas lights hanging around the television. She and Blake were half way through the worst rendition of “come on Elieen” that had probably ever been sang. But shit, they were giving it their absolute all.“Come on EileenToora loora toora loo rye aye“Vic was on her knees at this point, leather pants sticking to the floor, arms opened wide and face scrunched up as she belted out lyrics that were definitely wrong under the influence of so much Vodka she couldn’t see straight anymore.  Blake was leaning back, double fisitng a microphone and swaying wildly on his feet. They looked like a fucking sight but at least they were having fun.“Oh my god-” the song drew to a close and Vic took his hand “-help me up.” He did as he was asked, hurling her to her feet as she laughed. “I’m going for a pee-” she pointed her finger into his face, her expression stern “-but i will be back in a moment. Pick something good or i will hurt you when i get back.” Vic pushed herself out of his arm and teetering toward the door on a pair of too high red bottoms, she left the room, still whistling along to the tune they had just sang.Vic joined the Queue at the toilets, more swaying than standing as she waited her turn. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she was next up and just about to enter the stall when some girl, barely 20,  pushed in before her. “Hey, there’s a line here, haven’t you got any manners?” her speech was slurred and the girl just arched an eyebrow in response before scoffing, snorting a laugh and going to shut the door.

Vic was lightening fast, you wouldn’t have thought it of someone who was so full of alcohol at this point that her back teeth may as well have been floating. She shoved the door aside and wrapped her hands tightly around the girls throat. She let out a strangled yelp, her nails scratching Vics hands in a desperate attempt to free herself. Vic was cool as a cucumber however, her eyes dark and narrowed as she squeeze and squeezed and squeezed. Little blood vessels had begun to pop in the sclera of the kids eyes, it made Vic squeeze harder. The kicking soon stopped, and the scratching became half hearted. Pretty blue eyes, now bloodshot and bulging, rolled back into the girls skull. Vic did not let up, instead she pressed her back harder into the stall wall and dug her thumbs up into the soft skin right under her jaw. There was a commotion outside and suddenly she was being pried of the girl. Vic struggled, yelling loudly as whoever it was hefted their hands under armpits and pulled her out. She only realised it was Blake when he lifted her with ease and scooped her over his shoulder. The girl lay slumped on the toilet, eyes open and staring back at Vic as she was escorted out of the ladies. Vic only glared back “Fucking….just have some manners, it’s not fucking hard…”