New York tough guy (Sophia)

This motherfucker..... Buster watched as she swished her hips and walked away.  That was the thing about Sophia.  She kenw how to push his buttons.  Buster bit his lower lip as he watched her move.  He was tempted to follow her.  If he wasn't sure he'd get more of the same and end up taking a cold shower.    Buster watched her til that beautiful rear end rounded the corner and disappeared.  He sighed.  His jacket hung slightly over his scrawny arms and was halfway pullf off his shoulders.

 His hair was all fucked and his belt was lying o nthe floor, pants half undone.  It was times like this he wished he was still a bastard.  It was easy enough to pick up some random chick in a bar and get his rocks off.  He leaned up and flipped on the tv.  The news was on.  He didn't really care too much he only wanted the background noise.  Buster stood up and moved over to the counter.  Pulling a pocket knife out of his pocket he sliced along the top of the box.  

Cutting away the tape until it was openable.   Buster had always been a bit of a slob.  Just because he had a woman living with him now, didn't mean he had changed one damn bit.  The box was filled with packing peanuts.  He didn't really feel like playing where's fucking waldo with whatever was inside so he durmped the box upside down on the bar counter.  Packing penauts went everywhich way.  Scittering across the counter, over the side and into the floor, some landed on the chairs under the bar and some just clung to his shirt.  The styrophome statically charged and attractied to the soft material. 

 Something fell out onto the counter.  It clattered there with a light thud.  He couldn't tell what it was, it was covered in penauts.  Buster waves his hand across the counter swiping away all the annoying peanuts with a wave of his hand.  He was like a three year old ripping apart a christmas present.  No detail spent considering the mess he was making, just give me what's inside the box!  Buster knocked all the peanuts into the floor and they collected around his feet.  He looked down.  Sophia was going to be pissed about the type of mess he made.  Buster grabbed a broom with a sigh.  He hated clearning.  Even thought cleaning would really take him no time at all.

Buster swept half the peanuts under the fridge.  A good portion of them he swept into the closet and the rest he was too lazy to notice, though there was a good deal left lying around.  Buster turned his attention back to the mysterieous package. His fingers came around the tall black bottle.  "Kangeroo Paste.  Made with 95% Kangeroo."  He read aloud.  He popped the cap and sniffed.  It was strong.  Smelled pretty nice actually.  It was something you could only get in Austrailia.  Buster was no animal rights activist.  Not that he didn't care about animals.
 
He just didn't give a shit enough about them to protest or stop using products that he actually liied.  Buster hid the bottle in the tall cabinet.  THe one she couldn't reach.  He hid it   in the back of the cabinet.  Not before taking a sample for himself and rubbing it into his hands.  He gave it another sniff.  Hm.. The more he smelled it the more he actually liked it.  He remembered buying this now.  Way back... It was on back order.  When he put in his change of address it must've changed direction and come here.  He ran his finger through his hair and slipped his jacket off.  In the background the TV was still reciting the news.   

"In other news.... President Elect Bob Devin is almost certain to win the election.  He holds a commanding lead in the polls and has already started giving victory speeches at his latest pressers.  I think we can all say for certain that Bob Devin is a controversial canidate for his strong anti-mutant policies, though many of his constituants seem to like him for that very reason.  He still is using the slogan.  Make America Human again.  And it seems to be working for him...."  

Buster changed the channel.  He was sick of listening to that shit.  The channel he landed on had some skinomax movie on.  Two girls making out and running their hands over each other's bodies.  He stood there in the center of the living room with the controller in his hand.  He peered down the hall.  The bedrroom door was closed.  Maybe she went to sleep.  He thought.  Better not bother her.  Buster went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. He wasn't going to get drunk he just honestly liked the taste of beer.  He kicked his feet up on the coffee table.  With one arm resting behind his head he took a sip of his beer and began to zone out.  His mind buzzed with wedding plans and all the other unofficial, offical bullshit he had to get situated after the club split.