Absently scratching the still fresh scars on his belly, Josh "Scud" Frohmeyer played with the joint between his teeth, trying to figure out how to put the shit he just disassembled back together. Funny how fast life could change. Just a few weeks back, he was nothing but a wanna-be hippie with a backpack and no goal. Now he was a wanna-be mechanic with everything he needed but no clue. Nice. Yeah, nice was what those chicks he had picked up had been too. Problem approached the second they tried to tear out his guts. The problem he now had went by the name of Blade and he was out on a stroll once again. Sure, Scud enjoyed finally putting his talents to a good use but the daywalker was somewhat weird and treated him like he knew nothing. But once he had gotten used to the fact that the fairy tales were true, he had figured the rest out pretty quickly. So, the "no clue" part actually referred to the mess of metal and wires on the table. He was setting up the safety perimeter for the warehouse they had picked as base.
B let him free reign with what he did as long as he wouldn't trip over shit. That was the rule. Easy enough for Scud to do. Not so easy was that in this city, where the ruling body of the vampire nation was supposed to be hidden, he couldn't really go out. He depended on B for almost everything unless it was the junk right outside the warehouse. And Scud needed some human company. B was cool, alright. Actually a bit too cool. Always focused on his mission. Finding Whistler.
That was all he cared about. Frustrated, Scud threw the remnants of his joint into a nearby bucket of water and dragged his hands through his hair. What a mess. His mental list of things to do was down to this one thing and he couldn't find the material outside anywhere. Maybe he could ask the weed dealer stationed at the corner of the warehouse to get it for him. After all, money was not a problem even though Scud had no idea where B got the money from in the first place but he insisted on paying Scud for his work. Yeah, the dude saved his life, gave him a home and a purpose and yet felt like he had to pay him. It should be the other way round.
Musing over these things instead of the problem at hand, he chewed on his lip. Checking the time, he was sure B would be back soon. And as if the was summoned, there he came in.
"Hey, B, we gotta go get some shit. Need copper wires and more Black lights" A nod was the answer he got. Blade went straight for the car Scud wished to drive so bad. God, he worked on that baby whenever he had time but so far B wouldn't let him drive her. Whatever, getting in the passenger seat, Scud patted the chargers dashboard affectionately. Blade wasn't much of a talker, so they drove in silence. No music either. It was still in the middle of the night but B already knew where to get anything at anytime.
Some time later Scud had filled the trunk to the edge of bursting, which was commented by Blade with "Don't scratch the paint" "And if do, I repaint her, B" Closing the trunk, Scud looked around. "Yo, man, how about a drink over there in the bar? Would be nice to get out for a little more then just errands." To his surprise Blade agreed. So they went into the bar. The air filled with smoke, giving a foggy impression, corners filled with cosy looking seats barely illuminated by candles, the bar with green background lighting. It was almost everything black and green. The costumers fit the goth/metal genre of the music that was played. Arch Enemy; Scud knew this cos the femal singer was a bomb.
Grabbing a seat on the bar, Scud ordered two Jack with Coke. He'd never seen Blade drink but better to keep up the appearance. Nipping on his drink, he let his eyes wander around. In the corner to his right, two girls stared over to them. "Hey, B, they got an eye on you" he knocked B on the arm to get his attention. "No, they are lookin at you, Scud" "Sureeeeeee" Scud turned back to the bar, putting a smoke from his pocket into his mouth. "Ladies are interested in you. And that's why you came, didn't you?" Was Blade actually trying to have a conversation? "Maybe, maybe not. The girls, I mean. I just had to get out for while. Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful and all that" Scuds hands drew funny shapes into the air "but i'm human and gotta get out once in a while, ya feel me" Blade nodded, actually drinking from his glass. "I know. Still, you are not good enough with the guns yet. Didn't safe your sorry stoner-ass to watch you get torn apart. AGAIN. Those scars you have now are enough to scare the ladies away, don't you think?" Blade actually smiled while saying this. The man was making jokes? Wow. Every day something new, right. Scud chuckled "No argument there. What about you? No craving for some company? Even if it's just a little flirting?" Shaking his head, Blade drank some more "No. Haven't seen the dentist in a while" Now Scud actually snorted, his drink almost coming out again through his nose. "Damn, man, don't try t be funny while I'm drinking, yeah?!"
They sat a while, saying nothing when "They're coming over" B was still looking into his glass. Fuck the fucker and his supernatural senses! And they really did. One was a blond bombshell, straight from a playboy-shooting. Hair down to her waist, straight and shiny, a belt concealed as a skirt, over-knee leather boots with heels to kill, an almost see-through shirt and blood-red lips. Her friend was a pin-up snow-white, black hair to her shoulders, porcelain-white skin, lips shimmering in a natural way but her eyes covered in black beyond recognition. A black satin-dress covered her slender body to the end of her butt and and black shitkickers on her feet. Scud smiled "Hello lad..." they straight up ignored him and crowded B! Dumbfounded, Scuds mouth hang open. Snow-white turned to him and closed his mouth for him with a wink. Shifting his sunglasses on his nose, Blade shot Scud a look that basically said "MOTHERFUCKER HELP ME GET ME OUTTA HERE" Laughing, Scud took his drink from the bar and got up "Gonna leave you pretties alone for a while" Blondie thanked him, taking his seat, her arm around Blades neck while Snow-white patted his knee. What a picture! The dark knight surrounded by willing pussies, totally stiff in his seat, hands clung around his glass, looking like a wet kitten in a bath-tub.
Strolling around in the bar, he found a pool table in a corner. Nobody played, so Scud took a solo-ride. Another smoke between is lips, he bend over the table, the cue running smoothly between his fingers, he put the balls into the holes without mistakes. A slow clap from a corner was the reward. A big dude with a black beard and black hear got outta the dark "Not bad. Up for a challenge?" Taking his smoke outta his mouth, Scud shrugged "Sure, let's go" The wolverine took some cash out his pocket and put it on the table "50 for the winner?" "Deal" Scud added his 50 and out of courtesy, he let the dude start. Two takes, and it was his turn. Scud was in the process of winning when something over at the bar rumbled. Before he had time to even see what was going on, his gaming-buddy had him by the neck. Sharp teeth showing now. Fuck. He was fucked.
Or maybe not. The cue still in his hand, he did the only thing that made sense: he rammed it through the vamps chest. Poooof the fucker went! Crumbling into a pile of ashes on the floor, Scud hurried to the bar. Suckheads everywhere! Great, just fucking great! The only night he got to go out and where did they end up? Vampire paradise!
There was about 10 of them on Blade. Swinging now a little shorter cue, Scud thought about what do to. Blade could take care of himself but they were all on him and Scud wasn't sure how much weapons B carried. The katana was in the car but maybe... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM go the suckheads! Ah yeah, at least the garlic-bombs worked. Internally patting himself on the shoulder, Scud went over to where Blade sat on his knees. Motioning with his hand to hurry up, B was panting. Coming close, Scud saw the mess "Oh fuck!" "Get me outta here" Blade grabbed Scuds shoulder and he actually had to provide support for the daywalker. The big tears on his chest and stomach reminded Scud a little too much of himself.