[ Millions of possibilities, velocity calculations, trajectories, and then statistical output all tell him what Jason's next moves are likely to be. And he lets it happen. Call it masochism, call it curiosity, but he doesn't defend himself. He's hoping likelihood will surprise him and he'd get those thighs around his neck.
Too bad statistical probability is almost never wrong.
The loud crash of glass shuts up whomever had been singing on their karaoke stage. The body that went flying into them, though, doesn't stand back up. In fact, nothing moves behind the counter because nothing is there. Midnighter is gone until a Door opens up on the bar counter and a steel-toed boot comes stomping down where Jason's still crouched. ]
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Too bad statistical probability is almost never wrong.
The loud crash of glass shuts up whomever had been singing on their karaoke stage. The body that went flying into them, though, doesn't stand back up. In fact, nothing moves behind the counter because nothing is there. Midnighter is gone until a Door opens up on the bar counter and a steel-toed boot comes stomping down where Jason's still crouched. ]