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

Drunken Feet for herself, not that she ever cared to use it. Everyone seemed to know her real

floor. The glass shattered and the brownish gold liquid flew in all

for her safety, Manson suddenly dropped to the floor, her palms slamming

glided forward on all fours, her bare feet

didn't seem too surprised by what was happening. The fact Manson was practically sniffing around like a dog right now didn't perturb them in the slightest. Instead, they leaned back and enjoyed the view

Rat asked, pulling his wig

fat in all the right places." Double Shot replied in

her chest," Shadow Rat pointed

a lot to say

is beyond his looks!" Shadow

I'll believe you when you finally

became bickering. Though stood between them, feeling their loud voices jar his eardrums and even their spittle bounce across his cheeks, he didn't move a single inch nor say a single word. He was just too tired to and couldn't be

nice view, his

there… Almost there… Almost

had been in the air, angled

Leonel and the miners. In fact, if one replayed the video and overlaid it with Manson's

to be taking several

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

soft nipples, that's rare indeed. Usually they're hard by the time she enters her battle state. This

would never think that the biggest pervert of them all was the man who hadn't said