Tour Guide Gets a Drink
“Chechnyanian you frighten me not. The regimental tattoo a warning; they call me the Captain, the English, and of course Marc Anthony. Think of this as a warning. I get that you're her boyfriend / manager.  Understand, that, I am Vampyric walking study in demonology, and a tour guide in hell.
Cursed by Cleopatra a was a member of the Ptolemaic dynasty, a family of Macedonian Greek origin that ruled Egypt after Alexander the Great's death during the Hellenistic period. The Ptolemies, throughout their dynasty, spoke Greek, and refused to speak Egyptian. When she committed suicide; she cursued me to roam, and fight for eternity.
She was the world first supermodel, beautiful promiscuous, and strung out Affairs with my cousin Julius. So beautiful my wife Octavia wanted her blood, and her brother Octavos   She was my type crazy, sexy, cool.
I have been to hell so many times. I am a tour guide there.
I have been fighting for 2 millennium. There is no way you survive I saw you call for help if you think they have improved on he gang I ran with Clodius Pulcher, you’re insane. I get it   she was trafficked, but I fancy her, I now own her contract. , And you can walk out or be carried, either way works for me. The Captain said. Signaling for 2 pints
The Chechnyanian stands up, ‘6”6 maybe 20 stone. He reaches inside is jacket. The Captain stands bringing the full pint mug fast and connecting on the jawline and shattering. The Chechnyanian.
“Elisie lets leave bartender dialing 911, and she should see all that blood I hit the jugular. Macedonia always did have   the most beautiful women.”
Elisie has a frightened smile as she hooks her arm in the Captain’s.