London calling... Just like every Friday.

[belmont]

Somewhere in London's west end...

It was Friday night and as it usually would be people were partying for the first night of the weekend, clubs filled with plenty of 'talent' as Sean would say, you could hear the sounds from the clubs out on the street. Funny how each could be playing a different song but out in the streets they all sounded so alike? On this night Sean Belmont was out on the pull, he had prepared for it well, with some of his 'earnings', a splash of his knocked off aftershave and in his best suit, he was ready to charm a 'lucky' young lady with his 'witty' lines chat up lines. Sean then looked around and he saw the one, blonde, slim, tan as fake as her breasts, his ideal type. He straightened his collar and jacket before moving in, his cocky swagger so obvious, but he thought it worked.

"Alright love, I got one very important thing to say..."

The lady took a look at Sean and whilst she liked what she saw, she could smell his attitude from a mile away. Rolling her eyes and giving a little sigh she looked at him as if to say go on say whatever 'never fail' chat up line he had. Naturally Sean was oblivious to her actions other than the 'green light' so with a cheeky smile he boldly said

"Nice legs, what time do they open?"

Why on earth would ANYONE ask that, it was straight to the point, maybe too straight to the point. It would never work for him... never... Could it?

*SLAP*

Sean was rocked by the slap, held his cheek watching as the woman left the bar. Everyone in the surrounding area had seen that, but whilst still angry he tried to shrug it off he jutted his head forward with a quick blow from his lips trying to act like he wasn't phased by the setback. Sean then approached the bar and signaled the bar tender, who had seen it and was still chuckling over the incident.

"Yes... what can I... get you sir?"

He asked whilst trying to keep a straight face, clearly Sean's troubles had provided the staff one of the night's highlights.

"A rum and coke, on the rocks..."

As the bar tender was preparing his drink Belmont looked around half talent spotting and half looking to see if any of his 'mates' saw him get burned so badly.

"Phew that was lucky"

At that moment he felt a hand on his shoulder, half on the defensive he turned to see who it was as it had a habit of trying to get girls were spoken for. So he was expecting a boyfriend, husband or a girlfriend. To his surprise it was his friend 'Smiffy' who Sean instantly hoped hadn't seen him get slapped like that.

"EEEEEEEASY Bellie... HAHAHAHAHHAHA she smacked you like she was hitting you for six... Oh man HA HA you should see your face... red as a beet!"

Sean frowned as he looked at his mate, as not only had one of his mates seen him, but now he was making jokes at his expense. Most importantly it wasn't just any mate it was "Smiffy" of all people having a laugh.

"At least I try Smiffy, you ain't even fit for a wing man. The last bird you had only dated you because she mistook you for someone famous."

"Smiffy" looked really confused, as he usually did before Sean would eventually put him down. "Smiffy" usually didn't see it coming at all, which for Sean made it all the better.

"Yeah, she thought you were the MICHELIN MAN! Ha ha."

Sean laughed, he always did at his own jokes. "Smiffy" to his credit took it on the chin, he usually was the but of all jokes with Sean. Typically they were fat jokes, in reference to "Smiffy" having a 'healthy' winter coat. To "Smiffy" the jokes were probably just water off a duck's back.

"Alright, mate I'll buy you a drink... bartender another rum and coke."

"Smiffy" sat on the stool next to Sean, and the banter continued as they drank their drinks. Sean certainly needed something to restore his confidence and help him ignore the sting on his face. As the night went on they laughed, joked and drank. It was a while before Sean thought he would try his luck again, but this time he took some of the advice "Smiffy" had to offer.

"Look mate, just be a little cooler and less stupid. I can't believe you really thought what time do they open would work... Just be subtle and ask her how she is and just be nice and not another Jack the lad. These babes must get that spew all the fucking time so it pays to just be patient and keep you cool. Just give it a try and maybe you'll get a few less shiners that way."

Sean laughed although part of him believed "Smiffy" Sean's ego didn't allow him to take too much of a fat man's advice no matter how good it was.

"Looks like you've taken too many lumps yourself mate, treat 'em mean and keep 'em keen is my motto. Just to prove you wrong though I'll try playing it cool and be myself all that shit that has gotten you laid oh so many times mate. As it's still early I do have time to make the save if it fails, so I'll catch you later mate."

Sean patted his mate on the back before standing up to go find the next 'lucky' lady. Sean looked at the dance floor and there she was, maybe it was the lighting, maybe it was the music, or maybe it was the booze but the moment he saw her his heart skipped a beat, his legs felt a little wobbly. He really wasn't in a state to think clearly and follow the advice given, but also more importantly he didn't feel confident enough to try his usual routine. After taking a few deep breaths to compose himself he entered the dancefloor and began to dance, this wasn't the usual Belmont mating dance, as this dance was actually pretty damn good. "Smiffy" looked on from the bar and couldn't believe his eyes, not only was Sean for once not making an idiot of himself by talking, he was making a play for someone who "Smiffy" knew was plainly off limits.

"Oh boy he is about to get his arse kicked, doesn't he know who that is? Oh Bellie you don't walk in and make a move on Johnny Gray's daughter. IT'S JOHNNY FUCKING GRAY!!! Come on Smiffy pull yourself together. You gotta stop him..."

"Smiffy" tried to move, but after seeing the bouncers he felt his legs turn to jelly. He tried again and again knowing his friend was about to make a fatal mistake, he just felt so helpless and cowardly. Watching Sean move ever closer to Stacy Gray he tried again to move to help his friend not commit the biggest mistake of his life, and he saw as there eyes met each other. Then the unthinkable happen as Stacy started moving toward Sean.

"NO NO NO!"

"Smiffy" said before banging his fist on the bar, one of the bouncers approached him before noticing Sean moving in on the boss' daughter, put his finger to his ear he said

"Boys be on the look out for some cheap wide boy, Belmont... he looks harmless, but you know the boss when it comes to Stacy and money. Be ready to teach him some respect."

The bouncer walked away keeping his eye on Sean, "Smiffy" thought himself lucky but now he knew he had to warn Sean but his legs still wouldn't work for him feeling so helpless he covered his eyes as he knew this wouldn't end well at all.

To Be continued... Soon ;D

[belmont]

As the two danced in the club gaining confidence with one and other the bouncers kept their distance from them, but maintained a watchful eye. Just as well seeing as "Smiffy" was totally usually and couldn't even watch the scenario unfold,

"A text! A text."

he cried before fumbling in his pocket for his phone. Surprisingly is fingers weren't gone like his legs, he quickly assembled a text message for his friend to read, and he hoped Sean wouldn't just ignored it.

"Shit! No signal... 3G coverage my arse!"

"Smiffy" said in frustration with his mobile phone. Eventually his phone would send the text, but by that time he had lost sight of Sean, now somehow "Smiffy" found the courage to control his legs as he stood up and awkwardly shuffled his way to the dance floor. His eyes darted around looking for either Sean or the bouncers, and he couldn't see either which caused him to panic. Sean however had been lured into the V.I.P. area, after all Stacy was the daughter of the owner so she definitely could be classed as a very important person. Sean felt his mobile vibrate and he took a quick look, but seeing it was from "Smiffy" he decided to ignore it and slid his phone back into his pocket.

"Was that important?"

Stacy asked with a curious face and chirpy tone in her voice, Sean smiled before replying

"Nah sweetheart, just a muppet."

then he adjusted himself in the seat.

"Now then Stacy where were we?"

he asked before giving a cheeky wink, Stacy smiled as she asked him about himself.

"Me, I'm nothing special just the heir to the Belmont family fortune. You might have seen my face before, my family are pretty influential in this town you know. Got ourselves a nice string of car showrooms, not a massive empire you know, but it is far from modest."

he boasted, though when it was stretching the truth this far was it really boasting or was it just out and out lying? Sean usually backed up his statements with something that contained a modicum of truth.

"but I'm not your typical millionaire."

he added before showing his pearly whites, and there it was, the modicum of truth, he wasn't a typical millionaire simply because he was barely a millionaire if you transferred his bank balance into Yen. Part of Stacy knew he wasn't telling the whole truth, but she seemed to like his kind and in all honesty Sean was that bit special. She just saw something in him that probably even Sean didn't know about, it was hard to find anyone who saw anything in him behind the facade. Running her finger around the top of her glass she thought of what she could ask Sean next, she found the urge to fight her usual, but very important question regarding his 'tools'

"So lets talk inches..."

she blurted out and almost instantly felt her inner self hit her forehead in stupidity, and a voice saying "No! No! No! You idiot!" as she looked over at a dumbfounded Sean. Taken a moment to register what she had just said Sean really wasn't sure how to answer this one.

"Hold up love you're a bit forward ain't ya?"

he asked whilst noticing her turn red, and it was even evident despite the lights flickering in the club. Shrugging her shoulders in embarrassment she really didn't want to say the real answer. Thinking of something witty and to do with inches was no small task, so she said.

"Well you've got some guns on you, nothing too big, I don't like them too big you know. So come on flex them and share the number"

as she finished the last part of the sentence she cheekily stuck her tongue out at Sean. Luckily for Stacy he completely believed that was the real reason, this was Sean Belmont and not Einstein so it wasn't like that was a great accomplishment.

"Well I must admit getting these isn't exactly easy, but I have a life so I don't spend all my spare time in the gym. They're eighteen inches by the way."

As they were talking in the V. I. P. section the bouncers decided it was better to not make a scene in front of Johnny Gray's 'important associates' and remained visual contact, but were being very discreet about it. "Smiffy" on the other hand was being far from discreet in looking for Sean, and he eventually found the V. I. P. section and tried to enter in order to search, but he was cut off. Now "Smiffy" was a big lad, rather on the timid side though still in this situation it was probably better that he didn't think he could take on the world after a few shandy's. The bouncer who had control of V. I. P. access was at least a foot taller than "Smiffy" probably the same weight, but it was more muscle.

"You don't look like V. I. P. material son... Move along and enjoy your night."

The bouncer's words sunk in well with "Smiffy" partly due to the fact that his voice was so gravelly and it cut through the music without him raising it even slightly. Without saying a word "Smiffy" just left the area thinking of how he could get Sean's attention.

TBC...

[belmont]

After leaving the area "Smiffy" was starting to really panic about his friend, and he still needed to find a way into the V.I.P. section.

"Sean, you're a bastard!"

he said as he looked at his phone because he knew Sean ignored his text, he just knew it.

"and I hate this bloody song!"

For those curious it was Lady Gaga's Bad Romance, people were noticing "Smiffy" talking to himself. Well it was more shouting to himself. "Smiffy" then looked into the V.I.P. section and saw Sean making out with Stacy, of course him straining to look made him stand out again and the bouncer who had denied him access to the V.I.P. section noticed and communicated "Smiffy's" expulsion from the club to other bouncers.

"We've got a fat boy, he wants in on the V.I.P. section and I've already warned him. The boss is due to arrive soon so let's take care of this before he does."

Before "Smiffy" knew it he was sandwiched between two of them, and after they grabbed him he gulped. In his head he was preparing his obituary, he was going to co-operate as usually that involved less pain. The other clubbers tended to gather round to look at any commotions going on in the club and this was no different. Whilst Sean was exploring the depths of Stacy's mouth he opened his eyes and saw people gathering round, and he just tried to ignore it and keep kissing Stacy until he saw "Smiffy" being manhandled. After a period of inner conflict he pulled out of the kiss.

"What has that twat got himself into?"

"Huh... you what?"

Sean sighed as he was sure he was in luck with Stacy and now because of "Smiffy" he wasn't going to get any but he thought his friend was in trouble. Sean lived by the crude rule "Bros before hos" despite his obsession with the ladies he would always be there when his mates needed him the most.

"Sorry babe... I gotta go. My best mate is in trouble"

Sean pointed in the direction of "Smiffy" before putting his card in Stacy's cleavage.

"call me."

he added before firing a wink at Stacy and hurrying in the direction of his friend. Who was a little confused and removed the card from her top and read it... No wonder Sean didn't get many calls from these cards...

"HEY THERE'S NO NUMBER!"

TBC...