<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bUvpHLC.jpg)</div><strong>Name:  Stephen Downing (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13137161#msg13137161)</strong><br/><br/><strong>CLIENT</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Not the response he expected!<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Snogflog, Open<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Stephen came to rest on the back of a shattered table, the wind knocked completely out of his system. He was about to try to get up when Snogflog landed on him, pinning him in place quite effectively. With her position, he didn't have the strength or the leverage to throw her off.<br/><br/>But despite his appearance, Stephen was no pushover if a fight. He'd survived for months in the nearly-lawless Bazaar, the first few weeks being functionally homeless. If he was the type to give up just because a fight seemed hopeless, he would have died in his first few days. He considered the situation, trying to figure out how he could break her grasp. Her weak points seemed obvious - her crotch (like most human-likes), her nipples (attached to breasts that were coming close to suffocating him), her face... her<em>ears</em>. If he could just get to...<br/><br/><deet deet deet dedededede...> A tone started sounding off under Stephen. His eyes went wide, and he gasped, "Oh, shi..." before he was sent flying again, as the small-scale military grenade in his back pocket detonated due to damage from his rough landing.<br/><br/>The XM-138, lovingly referred to by the Consolidated States Police as the "Crowd-Buster," was a concussive grenade, made to deal with unruly protesters without causing<em>too much</em>damage. It used tiny, hyper-compressed CO2 capsules, released in one sudden burst, to send things around the point of detonation flying. It could toss a 200-pound man more than 20 feet in the air, and would often knock down people for more than a dozen feet around it. Broken limbs, noses, and the like from being in the blast and tossed around was considered an acceptable level of injury to the authorities.<br/><br/>When the grenade went off, Stephen and Snogflog were tossed in the air, while tables and chairs nearby (and the table remains they'd been laying on) were blasted out away from the point of impact. If the grenade had been perfectly square under Stephen, Snogflog would have landed on him again, likely causing greater damage than the first time. But because it was off to one side, the uneven blast had an interesting consequence.<br/><br/>A fraction of a second after the blast, the two of them landed again. This time, though, Stephen was laying on top of Snogflog, his knees over her waist and his hands on her breasts, looking quite surprised, and pleased that he hadn't been hurt worse.<br/><br/>Stephen's mind spun through the possibilities in the fraction of a second before she could fully react to the new situation. He immediately rejected trying to bluff with something ridiculous, like,<em>That's only a fraction of my power!</em>or<em>Surrender now, or I'll use the <span class="bbc_u">big</span> one.</em>If anything, he figured that would be seen as another challenge.<br/><br/>After a stunned second, he squeaked out, "I'll bet you haven't done that before..."