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Razer Blades
Chapter 1:
Razer looked across the Bloody Hook at the red headed man in the corner. He immediately recognised him as one of Jak's friends – Torn his name was. Torn realised that Razer was looking at him, and turned his back to him. Razer chuckled to himself, and left his seat at the bar, cornering Torn at his table.
"You look lonely." Razer observed, pulling a cigarette and lighter from his coat pocket.
"I'd rather stay that way." Torn scowled, as Razer slid into the seat next to him, breathing smoke into his face.
"I am Razer. Perhaps Jak has spoken about me." Razer introduced himself.
"He mentioned you." Torn said darkly, shifting away and trying to remember exactly what Jak had said about Razer.
*FLASHBACK*
Jak threw himself down next to Torn, scowling. He looked pretty angry.
"What's up?" Torn asked.
"I just met some of the competition – Razer." Jak spat. "He's just irritating – and I swear he's gay."
"Probably." Torn said.
*END FLASHBACK*
"Torn, isn't it?" Razer asked. Torn nodded cautiously.
Get out while you can. A voice in the back of Torn's head said.
"Why are you so interested?" Torn asked.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Razer asked, leaning closer.
"No." Torn replied sharply.
"Why not?" Razer asked, breathing more smoke into his face. Torn's head began to spin, Razer's sweet tobacco smell intoxicating him.
"I only ever get my own drinks." Torn replied.
"Why?" Razer asked.
"None of your business." Torn replied coldly. I can't tell him about the poison. Torn thought, trying to clear his head.
"No need to be so defensive." Razer said, stubbing his cigarette out in the ashtray. "Would you like to buy me a drink?"
"No." Torn said. "I'd rather spend my money on something worthwhile." Though one drink wouldn't hurt... what are you thinking Torn?
"Ok then. I'll see you on the track." Razer said, and stood up, preparing to leave.
"What do you drink?" Torn blurted. Razer turned to him.
"What?" Razer asked.
"What do you want to drink?" Torn asked. Razer grinned, knowing that he was getting his own way.
"Red wine – make it a bottle." Razer said, sliding back into the seat next to Torn.
Well it's nice to know what you guys think – it's a bit of an unusual pairing... but I think it works in some kind of way ^^