Dimensional Descent

"Shut up."

Manson steadied herself. Despite the fact she was bare foot, one would have thought with the way she was stumbling around that she was wearing the highest of heels. One could only imagine how hard the liquor she was drinking had to be to put a Fifth Dimensional expert like herself in such a state.

The three men who followed to Manson's back looked at each other and shook their heads. Clearly, Manson had been called up during her leisure time, but when was it ever not her leisure time?

Their special team was basically on call at all hours of the day and were a trump card unit of the Milky Way Guild.

Adrian. A short man that hardly came up to Manson's shoulders. As though his genes didn't give him enough of a terrible set of cards, he was also balding at his crown and couldn't seem to afford a wig that didn't flap with his every moment.

His codename was Shadow Rat.

Ru. An average looking man with two pistols strapped to his waist. One would have thought that he had come right out of an 80's era cowboys' movie. Everything from his boots to his hat fit the bill, even his twin guns had a retro feel to them as they sat in their holsters.

His codename was Double Shot.

Son. He was the tallest of them all, even towering above Manson who was second. He had deep bags under his eyes that made it look like he hadn't shut them for some sleep in his entire lifetime. The discoloration was so jarring that it even appeared that he had suffered two blows to the face.

His codename was

a feat of unoriginality, Manson chose the codename Drunken Feet for herself, not that she ever cared to use it. Everyone seemed to

the bottle of alcohol in her hand suddenly felt to the floor. The glass shattered and the brownish gold liquid flew in all directions,

Manson suddenly dropped to the floor, her palms slamming into the

all fours, her bare feet eventually skidding through

a dog right now didn't perturb them in the slightest. Instead, they leaned back and enjoyed the view of her ass sticking in the air, taking in the good of the

bigger?" Shadow Rat asked, pulling his

say alcohol makes you fat. Manson's always getting fat in

her chest," Shadow Rat pointed

sure have a lot to say for

is beyond his looks!" Shadow Rat

I'll believe you when you finally get laid without having

bickering. Though stood between them, feeling their loud voices jar his eardrums and even their spittle bounce across his

nice view, his mind thinking

Almost

an abrupt halt. Her nose, which had been in the air, angled downward with a sudden

fours near a burning trench left by the battle between Leonel and the miners. In fact, if one replayed the

seemed to be taking several mental

a subtle flash of pink had been revealed. Clearly these two arguing bastards

nipples, that's rare indeed. Usually they're hard by the time she

think that the biggest pervert of them all was the man