Little Drunk Girl

"Never," he mumbled, typing away at his phone. He looked up briefly, to get up and head over to his car where the personal chauffeur assigned to him was waiting. Stephen got on, and he followed suit. He got inside and fished out his laptop from his bag. He powered it on and connected to the net, hoping to get a good game out of the ride.

The traffic at City L was outrageous and a ride to take over three hours to reach its destination. When he logged in, he checked through his personal messages and found those precious messages from his new friend Rinten there.

[Rinten: Don't be sad; I will play with you! This little girl loves her games.]

He snickered, eliciting a curious look from his manager.

"Friends being perverts again?" he asked, brow arched in question. Cage nodded, not thinking it was necessary to elaborate on the topic. "You are going to get caught in a scandal. Don't say outlandish things," he groaned when he saw the sparkle in Cage's eyes.

At least now he knew that he was talking to a girl. It was a given. He felt better receiving his innuendoes. And she called herself a little girl, at that, either her sense of humor matched his or she was into some kinky stuff.

[Rinten: Who has a trainer these days? I thought everyone just went to the gym without trainers. Are you sure you are not a 600lb guy/girl who needs to a quick change to save their lives?]

He bit his lip at her reply. He was trying hard not to laugh out loud in this situation and trigger a conversation about propriety in front of the public. His manager was a stickler for rules.

His eight packs would protest at being pegged as a six hundred pound man. His trainer, who was a beast, would slaughter him if he put on even a single pound of weight without his permission. He would rather jump from a building than induce the wrath of the demon trainer of his.

[Rinten: I thought you ran away. I am glad I didn't scare you away.]

'Where would I run away?' he thought smugly, thoroughly enjoying himself. 'I am quite interested in our little banter.' He stretched his fingers out over the keyboard and began typing rapidly.

[RayKon53: Don't worry. You haven't scared me off. I was just surprised by your random arrival.]

And random, her appearance was. She shot into his life like a meteorite coming at the earth without a forewarning. He was shocked when he received her message and somewhat creeped out, too, but now he grew more curious about the girl on the other side of the screen.

[Rinten: That's my style. *flips hair* I don't do anything half-assedly.]

How he wanted to see her do it in front of him.

He paused at the odd thought. He must have been exhausted to have thought such a random and truly horrifying scenario. He was never meeting any of his online friends and with good reason. As his manager had said, all his gaming history would be splashed all over the mainstream media, and people would come in search of his handle. He would rather stay anonymous and play quietly.

He quite liked how cold she had seemed to show off as, almost reminding her of the variety of series' she had watched where he had fallen for the cold demoness and not the sweet ones.

[RayKon53: I like your style, little girl. I don't mind your attitude one bit. Are you a yandere loli? I get a tingling feeling that you are!]

[Rinten: I do dream of bathing in the blood of my senpai. *reaches out*]

'But I am her senpai.' A shudder of delight passed through Cage's body. He felt ecstatic at finding someone who knew and understood his joke. Even his team in the game sometimes didn't get him, yet here she was, giving back as much as she got. This banter was worth wasting time on. He could play the game later on.

[RayKon53: There, there. *pats head*]

[Rinten: Time for the drunk girl to shower! Yeay.]

'Holy…' he stopped. The image came to him unbidden. Was his dick stirring? Why yes, his friend had taken a liking to the image without considering the effect of his interest. Now, he had a hard-on inside a car while his manager was seated a few inches away from him. Thank god he couldn't see his little friend waving hi to the world or he would have died of embarrassment. He thanked the lord that he had brought the laptop: the perfect excuse to hide his aroused bits.

He had to turn the conversation and show her how unaffected he was. Cage Cavanaugh didn't take to losing well.

[RayKon53: Okay, little drunk girl. I'm sorry I got you all hot and bothered. Take a nice cold shower to calm your racing heart.]

That should do the trick, he thought. And it did. He got no response back.

The streets were empty that day, and his three-hour drive was shortened to a mere one and a half hour. And Rinten had yet to come back. He was near the hotel and needed to wrap the conversation up.

[RayKon53: I have to get going, little girl.]

[RayKon53: I would like you to know that I, in no shape or form, am a 600-pound man who is thirsty for a little loli to play with them. I don't want the authorities running behind me and taking me to prison. For your information, a lot of people I know have trainers, and none of them is morbidly obese.]

It was right for him to tease her a little, just because she had come at him with that assumption. He smirked and logged out of the game.

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