Dark Elves Harem

Chapter 6

     “Can Elves even get drunk?” Logan asked the two women across from him as his vision started to blur. The two women both shrugged before Abina spoke up. “Well, don’t you want to find out? I’m sure you’ve been with a million drunken mortals. Can you imagine what it would be like to be with two drunken, horny elves?” 

        They had fond their bar alright, and they had make use of the opportunity to get as close to drunk as they could. The humans anyway.

   “Oh, I can imagine it alright,” Logan smirked as a hundred different images raced through his mind. “My only concern would be that you’d accidentally let loose your powers while we were in the middle of it. 

 ‘Death by Orgasm’ isn’t exactly what I want on my tombstone.” 

           “That doesn’t happen,” Abina quipped. “Often.” 

        “Fuck it, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Logan slurred. 

      The bartender returned with another round of beers, and Logan don’t even remember finishing them. His senses started to feel like they were blending together. He could feel the loud music pounding in his head and he could nearly taste the cigarette smoke that wafted through the room. Maybe he just needed to get something in his stomach to counteract the alcohol. 

    He reached down to pull out his wallet so he could order us up some nachos and realized that seven dollar tortilla chips with cheese were a luxury he couldn’t afford. A sigh left my mouth as he grumpily tossed his wallet on the table. 

    “Perhaps we could be of assistance?” Keida suggested when she saw his frustration, and she motioned for the bartender to come over. 

    “There are… other ways of paying for things where we come from.” 

               “What can I do you for, doll?” the man asked Keida.

“Two orders of nachos, please. The saltier, the better,” she smirked. 

    “Sure thing! Do you want me to put this on his tab, or--” the man started to say. 

     Abina's violet eyes began to glow intensely as she leaned across the table and stared deeply into our server’s baby blues. “It would be very kind of you to give us those nachos free of charge.” 

    The bartender’s eyes narrowed into pinpricks as the dark-haired succubus’ spell washed over him. His entire body tensed up as Abina's words seemed to echo through his brain. The bartender’s eyes returned to normal, and he rubbed his head in confusion. 

   “I, uh…” he tripped over his words. “I’ll go get you those nachos.” 

      As he walked away, Keida gave me a devilish grin. “See? My sisters and I are quite persuasive.” 

        “Damn,” Logan laughed. “I should have asked you to order us a couple bottles of the high-end stuff!” 

        “Whoa, whoa!” Rafe's voice called up from below. “You got the party started without me?” 

           Logan stared down at his friend. “That must have been the longest leak in history. What were you doing in there? You know it counts as playing with yourself if you touch it more than twice, right?” 

      “If only!” the goblin laughed. “No, I just ran into some dude in there who wanted to ask me a bunch of questions. Really classy looking guy. He was far too sophisticated for this place. Anyways, I think he was totally jealous of my tan.” 

      In a buzzed movement, Logan swiped Rafe off the ground with both of his hands and held him in the air like he was showing him off. 

  

    “Who wouldn’t want to marvel at you? You magnificent little goblin!” 

      “Let’s play a game!” Abina said, and the four of them stumbled over to the dart board and tried our damnedest to get a game in. 

             Most of their throws ended up going completely off the mark and punched holes into the wooden wall. Rafe struggled particularly hard as he had to launch his darts at an upward angle. Even so, he was the only one that was landing any on the target. He wound up his next throw, pulled back, and released. Just as the dart was about to hit the second-to-last ring, Logan threw up a magic barrier and laughed ecstatically. 

     “One of these days, Logan. Straight to the moon!” he laughed as he shook his tiny fist at him. 

     They sauntered over to the pool table. Though the effects of the alcohol were now wearing off, Logan was still a bit too drunk to line up his shots. Keida and Abina didn’t seem buzzed though, and they each took turns caressing the pool cues and bending over the table suggestively before they made their shots. Pretty much every single patron in the bar was watching them play, and Logan felt a surge of pride in his chest when a pair of hard looking biker dudes raised their beer mugs to toast him across the room. 

            The food arrived after the women finished their first game, and we all scarfed down the salty nachos before playing again. The food helped with the buzz a bit, so Logan set up the pool table for another round. 

    Then Logan saw Keida and Abina both freeze in terror and dropped their pool cues when a well-dressed man walked toward us. 

      The man cast a long shadow that stretched across the bar from the setting sun. He walked with a peculiar gait, nearly hobbling as his shiny black shoes clunked across the sticky wooden floor. The figure looked like your average businessman, a gray suit on his body and sleek blond hair that appeared to have far too much product in it. What gave him away were his eyes, which shined a bright purple as they pierced into Logan's very soul. 

      “Hey,” Rafe said in a drunken stupor, “that’s the guy from the bathroom earlier.” 

      “Hello, Mr. Logan,” the man nodded calmly. “I am Lord Voidmoth, and I’m here to take back my elves.”