when you gotta go...

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Who| Bro and Tom
What| Bro takes a pee and gets murdered
Where| Somewhere on the second floor
When| Last week of the arena
Warnings/Notes| PEEING AND STRANGULATION

To say that Bro is a little fucked up right now would be an understatement. It's the typical story, he didn't mean to drink so much, yadda yadda. But to be honest, maybe he had. Because finding Thor's booze stash and sitting around in likeminded company had been one of the best experiences this arena so far. It made him feel lighter and happier than he had ever since this arena had started going to shit. So of course he'd overindulged, because it hadb een easy to do so. When you're drinking with Thor, it tends to happen that way anyway.

But of course, eventually you drink so much that your bladder fills to bursting, and that's when Bro finally drags himself- almost literally, because he has a bit of a hard time walking- away from the little party so that he can go and find somewhere to piss. When you're as drunk as he is, everything and nothing all at once look like a proper bathroom. Does he want to piss in a potted plant? In that corner over there? Fuck if he knows, somehow this is actually a hard decision for him. First world drunken pee problems.

Somehow, though. Somehow he ends up nearly tumbling over the second floor railing. How he even managed to get to the second floor is anyone's guess- those watching at home will have seen him fall repeatedly down the stairs until he finally managed to crawl up them. Regardless, when he catches himself from falling over the railing, he figures that this is a good a place as any to piss. It gives him something to lean on while he does so, at any rate. So without hesitation, Bro leans on the railing and whips it out. The sound of satisfaction as he lets loose is almost orgasmic. And that's the story of how Bro ended up peeing over the railing of the second floor of the mall on live TV.

His life is a mess.

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[pimpcanes]

Tom, by contrast to Bro, is sitting pretty. Having found Molotov's bag she left him and having fewer and fewer competitors by the day, he's set up in the first floor bookstore with a truly obscene amount of weaponry and supplies. His cache includes two guns, a fire axe, a can of bear spray and a sleeping bag. Also, Molotov's underwear.

The sleeping bag doesn't really have much use, given that he's sleeping in the king-sized bed in Bedding, Bathtubs and Better. The bed in question is out of sight of the mall floor due to a large SALE sign, but sound travels well, and Tom sleeps light. He wakes to the sound of Bro stumbling around drunk, to uncoordinated feet smacking against the tile.

He takes a peek, fearing some sort of threat that will prove him right about the wisdom of sleeping in his shoes. He's unimpressed by what he sees.

He considers his possibilities. He could wait here, cozy with a comforter and pillow, hoping Bro stumbled his way back to wherever - or he could be proactive. Murder's less tempting when one has to get out of a warm bed to do it, but the alternative is letting a competitor walk away when he's perhaps at his most vulnerable.

Tom takes the quietest weapon he can - a rather unorthodox one - and slips up behind Bro.

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Bro is completely and blissfully unaware of the fact he's being watched. It helps that he's so out of it that he's pretty oblivious to his surroundings in general. For someone with keen senses and lightning reflexes, he sure is letting himself down in that regard. But he isn't thinking about that right now, as he focuses on relieving himself.

It seems to go on for hours, though really it's much shorter than that. When he's finally finished, he daintily tucks himself back in and moves to back up- only to find there is a solid mass of person behind him. "Wha-the-fa?" It's meant to be what the fuck? but it doesn't quite turn out like that in his surprise.

[pimpcanes]

Tom moves like a cobra striking an ankle; within a second the thong is around Bro's throat, and Tom's edged his foot over Bro's shin to get him off-balance, to keep himself from being thrown. It's been a while since he killed as intimately as through strangling, but no matter. Some skills, once developed, don't quickly leave the body.

He doesn't pull the panties tight enough to block Bro's airway quite yet, instead giving him enough breath to answer the question he hisses into Bro's ear. "Is anyone else with you?"

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If he were sober, this wouldn't be happening. Not at all. His reflexes are usually much better, he wouldn't be taken by surprise like this- but as it is, Tom's got him and in his drunken heaviness he loses his footing when Tom trips him and he falls. It's becoming increasingly clear that this is it, he's done fucked up real good and this is how he's gonna die.

Then the question comes, and even in his state he knows better than to answer. He grunts against the near-tightness of whatever's wrapped around his neck, squirming hard to try and knock Tom off balance or something. "Fuck. You." It comes out like a hiss, and in a desperation, he brings the back of his hand up hard to attempt to hit Tom in the face.

[pimpcanes]

Bro's blow is a glancing one, hard enough to hurt but not to cause any real damage. All it serves to do is move Tom from feeling satisfied in his ability to kill to being pissed off at Bro personally, as if Bro were being an entirely unreasonable human being by fighting for his life and swearing at his imminent murderer.

"Suit yourself," he hisses, teeth gritting across each other like the gears of some infernal machine. You could stamp a penny in his jaw. He shoves Bro forward, slamming Bro's gut against the rail of the stair, and tightens the noose.

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His hit doesn't do much damage, but in his drunken haze it feels really damn satisfying to get that hit in. But he pays for it badly when his gut gets smashed against the rail, because it knocks the wind out of him and he groans- only for it to be cut off seconds later when Tom tightens the noose around his throat. He's really fucked and he knows it, and he can't get any traction with his feet to try and recover. All he can do is hang there against the rail as he slowly suffocates. Even though he can't do much, he tries in vain to to swing his arms at Tom, just to try and do something.

[pimpcanes]

Strangling Bro changes rather quickly from feeling like trying to ride a bronco to trying to keep a kite from flying away in the wind - at first, it's difficult, dangerous or even lethal if he loses control, but then it becomes a matter of play. Were Bro to escape now, he could do little more than flop onto the floor and gasp for breath.

Tom doesn't kill him immediately. He drags him to the brink of death and then drops him to the floor, pressing his foot over Bro's throat. Not yet putting the weight down.

"You should apologize for waking me."