Ghost Tank looked down at the smaller woman, as he drank only a mouthful worth of the bottle, leaving half of the bottle full. He then took off his black tank top, ripping it and putting some of the ripped shirt into the bottle, moved it around so that the cloth could begin to soak in the alcohol faster.

Got a lighter?

She nodded, and dipped her hand down her shirt, rummaged about, and pulled out a lighter from her bra. He grabbed it, then put it into his pocket. She looked up to him quizzically, only for him to grab her by the throat, squeezing hard enough no air could come in, allowing for only tiny scared exhales of what was left in her lungs. He brought her up in the air, looked for the first time below the shirt, and saw she only wore a skirt. So he looked up it, and saw she was wearing a black thong. Showing just how little he cared about her, he yanked the thong off, shaking up the alcohol, and then he brought his thumb to the mouth of the bottle, pressing down, to make sure the liquid stays firmly in the bottle, or at the very most, continue to soak the scrap of shirt. With one very, very forceful shove, he slammed the bottle, fat end first, straight up her cunt, breaking the pubic bones, ripping her vagina open. By now the woman had been effectively strangled, and the last thing she felt, was the pain of her neck being squeezed to hell, and as she was leaving the earthly plane, the forceful insertion of a bottle inside her. Blood began to spill onto the floor, until turned her upside down, bottle up. He held her by one leg, as he pulled out the lighter, his thumb moving to flick the lighter until it produced the fire he wanted, as he brought it to the alcohol soaked rag, and he saw the flames from the rag beginning to light up.

FIRE IN THE HOLE!

He laughed maniacally as he placed his free hand at her neck again and then threw her body at the crowd, with such force, the bottle slid out of her vagina, and the bloodied glass smacked hard into a patron's skull, bursting the glass apart, and the flames began to spread onto the partygoers hair and clothing, setting many people on fire as the female's friends are also smacked hard into the corpse of their now dearly departed best friend, causing shrieks to sound out across the rest of the people screaming and crying.

Ghost Tank laughed loudly, waving as everyone began to flee the scene, only for Ghost Tank to jump over the bar, and grab a couple bottles of Vodka, and downing them, both at once, never stopping for air. Once finished, he leaped over the bar, tripping over his own feet, so he ended up collapsing onto a couple of stools and chairs. The bouncer had run in, but instead of Ghost Tank immediately fighting the Bouncer, like he truly wanted to do when he first saw him, he was barely sober enough to stand. His fellow Brother in Muscled Glory rushed to him as the building began to burn and carried him out of the building.

When he was placed outside of the building, the Bouncer would rush back inside, to see if there were anymore patrons in need of aide, and when seeing no one, except a dead body, he rushed back out, only to find Ghost Tank, had disappeared into thin air.

The Beast had made his way to a rundown apartment complex, more than likely days away from being torn down. He decided to help a bit, as he ran through wall after wall inside the apartment, breaking several down, before collapsing on top of a rubble to "sleep" with him grumbling and smiling in his soon to be slumber.

That was a good party... Loved the screams...

He yawned loudly before pondered out loud to himself

I wonder what kind of screams Peter and Random will be making...

He fell unconscious and began to snore very loudly, as if he were a hibernating bear, possessed by the Morning Star, Lucifer.