X-r700: The Fall (New Version)

Garrix squashed his cigarette in the ashtray. The relatively young wingless dragon anthro coughed violently before looking blearily around at the other occupants of the bar.
No one particularly caught his interest, they were all the same - divorced husbands, widows, jilted women, binge drinkers male and female alike, womanizers like himself and whores.

Garrix brushed ash off his faded jeans before getting up and stumbling out of the bar. His red scales were dull even in the bright sunlight, his green eyes laced with blood vessels. Besides all that, he was in good shape and he liked to brag as such whenever he could.

He made his way to the parking lot, where his hoverbike stood waiting after being recently repaired by a mechanic by the name of Jharaiken or something.

Nithilliss landed her bomber dangerously close to the bar.

"C-Couldn't we have landed at least a respectable distance away from the building?" stammered the hilariously programmed nervous ship.

"Ah, go fuck yourself; I'm lazy." Nithilliss snapped back. "And besides, after I'm done with this place, it won't even be standin' anymore."

"O-Oh dear..." replied the ship as Nithilliss opened the hatch door.

Nithilliss exhaled with a "Fff" sound. She really didn't care, and didn't feel the need to explain to her bomber over for a millionth time that she was heartless.

Garrix watched the bomber land way too close to the bar; he scuffed his toe-claws, not really caring.
He looked up again when he heard the hatch door open; he watched the dragoness step out, she was new around here he figured. Garrix had never seen her before.

"Hey you!" he called to her, walking confidently over. "Holy crap, she's fit as.." he thought.

She was after all, quite good-looking.

"I ain't seen you 'round here before." he noted, leaning against the pub wall nonchalantly, hands deep in his pockets "Can I get ya a drink?" he offered, jerking his head towards the pub door.

Nithilliss grinned and nodded. "Yeah, sure!" she said, staring him up and down suggestively.

She thought for a moment. "Hmm... Maybe he can help me out here..."

Garrix grinned and led her inside the bar.
A male fox who had just recently arrived, and was lounging at one of the tables looked over the edge of his newspaper and wolf-whistled at the pair, much to the amusement of others.

"Fuck off Jharaiken." Garrix growled.

He took Nithilliss to the bar counter.

"What's your poison?" he asked with a smirk.

Nithilliss grinned slyly at the fox anthro when Garrix wasn't looking.

"Hell, you name it." she said, staring plottingly at the alcohol on the back shelves, making it seem like she was just wondering what to order.

"Let's get something to eat too, I'm starving." she said, really just wanting to plot with him in a booth far from everyone instead of sitting at the bar.

"Two Galactic Brainfuckers, make it quick." Garrix shouted in the general direction of the bartender. "And get us some pizza."

The two drinks were passed along to them with word that the meals would be brought to them and Garrix took Nithilliss over to one of the far corner booths. He passed her her drink and sat down, gazing at her almost hungrily.

The fox anthro -Jharaiken- smirked and folded his newspaper up and threw a couple of coins down on the table for his drink. He left the bar, deciding to collect up on a money dept Garrix owed him for repairing the dragon's hoverbike.

Jharaiken strolled over to Garrix's hoverbike and pulled some tools from his belt. Within minutes he had disconnected the air conditioner, the engine would overheat now when turned on and not work.

He took the air conditioner and made for his own hoverbike, which stood nearby.

Nithilliss chugged the Galactic Brainfucker quickly and then licked her lips.

"'Kay, look." she started quietly. "You wanna help me get all the Galactic Brainfuckers you can drink?" she asked, her eyes almost with a fiery look to them. She knew he'd be in on it, just by the way he looked and acted.

"All the drinks you can handle without a penny's cost..." she whispered, grinning slyly.

Garrix drank his Galactic Brainfucker, a smile unfurling on his lips.

"Sure thing." he said then paused, realizing something "What's your name anyway?" he asked, scratching his chin idly.

Out in the parking lot, Jharaiken wheeled his hoverbike out and sped off home, spare air conditioner in his bag.

"Call me Nithilliss." Nithilliss said as the pizzas arrived to their booth. She stayed quiet until the waiter was gone.

"Got any ideas...?" she asked quietly afterward, just curious as to what he might have had in mind.

"How about you use your..." Garrix's eyes raked over her body "...feminine wiles on the bartender and the rest off these pissers, while I go loot the place of Galactic Brainfucker? Then we can go wherever you want..." he ended in a suggestive tone, grinning.

He took a bite of pizza while he waited for her response, and then offered her a cigarette.

Nithilliss scarfed down one of the pizzas quickly, to get back to business. She glared at a few people who stared at her for doing this, and they hastily resumed their own drinks and meals.

"We could..." she started, "but then again... we could have it all too. Why limit ourselves to just Galactic Brainfuckers, hmm...?" she said suggestively, leaning over the table to taunt him.

"Good idea.." Garrix said in a low tone, smirking at her.

He wolfed down his own pizza quickly too, looking around in case anyone was listening to their conversation.

"Shall we?" he said, motioning to the bar and grinning.

Nithilliss nodded and stood up. her long, snake-like tail slithered along the ground as she walked slowly to the bar. Her toe rings clicked against the metal floor as she walked. The bar tender wasn't paying attention as he was getting a fresh keg of Stoned Mercury placed on the tap.

"Perfect..." she thought as she sat down on the barstool.

Garrix watched and waited until someone paid Nithilliss any attention, when she has sufficiently distracted them he would make a break for the store room.

Then they would both escape with their loot and do whatever they wanted.

"Hey there..." Nithilliss murmured to the bartender, leaning over the counter suggestively. Some other males came over and sat beside her, trying to conspicuously stare.

"Whadda ya want...?" the bartender sighed, obviously used to this kind of stuff.

Nithilliss looked and saw Garrix sneaking into the back room.

"You boys ain't gonna leave me hangin', are ya? How 'bout some Stoned Mercury...?" she asked to the others around her. Immediately multiple drinks were payed for and put in front of her, most Stoned Mercury, the rest, "others [she] should try."

She guzzled them all down quickly. More were being placed in front of her. She somehow remembered about the mission and slowed down to stay sober enough to escape.

Garrix opened the back room window and began quietly lifting crates of drinks out, not bothering to check what they were.

He was on the last few crates when one slipped out of his grip and the contents shattered.

"Shit!" he swore loudly.

The bartender perked his ear, set the mug he was cleaning down and hastily started for the back room.

"Fuck..." Nithilliss muttered to herself.

"You stay here, boys. I'll be right back with y'all." she said, getting up off the stool and following the bartender into the back room completely silent and closing the door behind her. The anthros stayed put like obedient dogs, let alone the fact that many of them were wolf anthros.

"What the hell are you doing in here?!" the bartender yelled at Garrix, pulling out a laser pistol.

Just then, Nithilliss turned on one of her psiblades and stabbed the bartender in the kidney from behind, holding his muzzle shut. He could only utter a small whimper.

"Sh sh sh sh shh..." Nithilliss whispered soothingly, "We wouldn't want anyone to hear you now, would we...?"

The bartender stared blankly into space, a tear running down his cheek from his welled eyes as he weakly struggled at Nithilliss before dropping slowly and limply onto the floor.

"Whoa..." Garrix breathed, watching the bartender slide to the floor.

He crossed the room and ran his hands down Nithilliss' shoulders and arms, leaning in teasingly close with his muzzle brushing the side of her face.

"We still have the problem of getting out of here..." he whipsered "The poor jerks out there will wonder what happened to their bartender, so do you have any grenades hidden in that oh so tempting body of yours? We'll blow our fucking way out."

Out among the obedient wolf anthros was one by the name of Ziax; he was quite plump but muscular, his white fur well looked after. Ziax wore a black shirt and jeans, two locks of his hair decorated with green threads fell either side of his face.

Ziax waited patiently for the mysterious dragoness, twirling his cocktail umbrella around in his Meteorite Mojito.

"I have a plasma grenade on me, but you can have it. You'll haveta go out the window, but I'll go out the front way." Nithilliss smirked, arching a bit toward Garrix just to tease him.

"Meet ya there, big boy..." she murmured to him and strutted slowly out of the back room.

She continued toward the front door, only slowing down to wink at Ziax with a sly grin, eyeing his plump figure suggestively and secretively from Garrix who wasn't in sight of the windows nearby.

Garrix smirked and waited until he was pretty sure Nithilliss had left the bar; he pressed the button on the side of the plasma grenade and threw it into the kitchens before hoisting himself up on the window frame and slipping quickly out.

He grabbed a trolley and loaded all of the crates on at record speed before running off to the parking lot to meet Nithilliss.

Ziax watched her leave with a look of longing on his face.

Another wolf elbowed him and muttered "You lucky bastard."

Ziax ignored him and stood up; he was about to leave when there was a scream in the kitchen. Moments later, the wolf felt like he had been punched in the back when a powerful blast of hot air smacked into him and sent him crashing over a table.

When he had recovered somewhat, he scarmbled to his feet, his whole right side aching having made contact with the table first. Other bar goers were less lucky, some looked dead.

There was an open space where the kitchen and the back room once was, and the main part of the bar didn't look like it would last much longer.

Nithilliss walked casually up the ramp to the ship, waiting for Garrix.

"Start the engines! We need ta get in the air as soon as possible!" she yelled to the ship.

"B-But... Why did you destroy-" it started.

"Shut up and start the engines!" Nithilliss interrupted aggressively.

The ship sighed and soon, the pulsating engines started rumbling as Nithilliss waited by the door for Garrix.

Garrix found the ship and rolled the trolley up the ramp, breathing hard.

"Hey babes, where should I put these?" he asked Nithilliss, nodding to the trolley.

He grinned in satisfaction as the kitchens of the bar exploded, fueled by the remaining drinks left behind. There were several cries and yells of agony emanating from inside.

Ziax hobbled out the gaping hole in the back wall and began making his way to the hoverbus stop; he didn't want to stay behind and find out what else happened to the bar.

Nithilliss hit the switch and motioned for Garrix to follow as the ramp closed.

"C'mon. Let's get the fuck outta here..." she said with a smirk as she led him down the ship's left wing to the cockpit.

Garrix rolled the drinks trolley into a corner of the cockpit; he stretched and looked at the dashboard and computer screens.

"Cool, you got one of those talking ships?" he asked, turning to Nithilliss "I heard they're annoying as hell, though."