Hey everybody. I have another chapter for you guys. Hopefully you'll enjoy this chapter. I tried my best on this, so hopefully this is good for all of you. So read on and hopefully enjoy.
"Man, do these things ever let up?" Scott ignored the other man. Other than the occasional order, Scott decided to focus on the cameras. He had no time to deal with the other man. "Hey Scott. You listening?"
'Just ignore him,' He thought, glancing at the clock. 5:30. 'I just have to wait a bit longer. Though I must admit…Vincent is managing to hold his own. This is the first time I've been paired with someone who's actually competent.' He was checking on Foxy when a weight settled on his back and shoulders. He jumped, shoving the weight away and turning around.
"Now that's just mean," Vincent said, face twisted into a smirk, "You aren't very social are you Scotty."
"Go back to your job," Scott ordered, turning around again. He flipped the cameras on. Nothing had changed.
A hand flicked them off again, spinning Scott's chair around. Vincent looked annoyed, violet eyes narrowed dangerously to the point that Scott shuddered. Oh. He'd pissed the man off it seemed. "I don't know what your problem is," Vincent said lowly, "but you could at least try to be civil. If I'd known I would be paired with a tight ass like yourself I would've gone elsewhere." Scott huffed, about to reply when a sound caught his ears. Footsteps, heavy and muted against the floor. They were approaching the open door behind Vincent and, as Scott snuck a peak over the man's shoulder, he saw the dark shape looming in the doorway.
"Move," he ordered, eyes still locked on the shape at the door. His heart was beating faster than ever. He'd never been this close to possible death before.
"I'm not going anywhere cutie pop until you get that stick out of your ass." Scott saw the glowing red eyes, angrily glaring through the darkness. He shoved at Vincent's chest.
"Move!" The man seemed to sense his urgency, stepping back just enough for him to slip free. He ran to the door, hearing the mangled screech of metal barely a foot from his head. His hand slammed onto the button as Bonnie reached out. The rabbit managed to clumsily strike him, knocking him over before the door slammed shut. The rabbit gave another screech, slamming against the door a few times before falling silent. Scott sat there for a moment, shoulder throbbing and chest tight from the scare. A low whistle sounded behind him.
"They really are violent," Vincent commented, "I figured the kid just said that to try and freak me out."
'He…didn't even know?' Scott blinked a few times before standing. His legs shook to hold his weight, thankfully not failing him as he went to check the light. Bonnie was gone. He hit the door button again and the door groaned and slid up again.
"That looked like it hurt," Vincent commented.
"Well who's fault is it that I got hit?" Scott challenged, making his way back to his chair, "If you were doing your damn job then it wouldn't have happened." He sat down, flipping through the cameras.
"So this is why you're such a pain," Vincent commented. Scott glanced at the clock, breathing out a sigh of relief. 5:55. They were in the clear. "So Scott," Vincent continued, "how about we meet up outside of work? Get to know each other a bit better. After all, it does look like we'll be keeping each other's asses clear from trouble."
'Or better yet,' Scott thought as he packed up, 'we could leave our relationship entirely work centered and be done with one another.' He stood, only to find Vincent blocking his way. "Could you move?"
"I will in a moment," he replied, "but first. The club we met in earlier today. Meet me tonight around 9:00. We can get to know each other before work." Scott rolled his eyes.
"I'll think about it," he said stiffly. Vincent smirked, seeming to find this an acceptable answer.
"See ya then Scott!" he called as he walked out, humming to himself.
'Time to go home and sleep,' He thought with a sigh. As he left the building, heading for his car, he thought back to Vincent's last comment. 'Like hell I'm going back there.'
'Why the hell did I come…' Scott sighed, lifting his head from the bar and glaring at his drink. 'What am I, stupid? I have no interest in being anything with that lunatic. He's not even competent enough to do his job right. He almost got us both killed.' He jumped as a hand landed on his shoulder, turning to meet amused violet eyes.
"So, you came after all. I was sure you wouldn't. Guess you surprised me," Vincent commented, sliding into the seat beside him. Scott ignored the man as he ordered a drink, looking back towards the door.
'Maybe I could just leave. Like this idiot would give a shit.' Yet when he shifted an arm wrapped around his waist, tugging him back.
"Going somewhere?" Vincent asked. Scott rolled his eyes, shoving the arm off.
"Bathroom," he said simply. 'Guess I'll wait until the idiot gets himself drunk. He's actually halfway observant.' He left the man at the bar, making his way to the bathroom. 'May as well actually use it I guess.' Just as he'd finished washing his hands an arm looped around his waist. "Vincent," he said dangerously, "would you kindly stop harassing me." A chuckle, much different than Vincent's, sounded behind him.
"You and your date don't seem to get along too well," the man behind him said, "you'd have a better time with me." Scott narrowed his eyes, fixing his glasses which had slid out of place. He turned, shoving the man away.
"I have no desire to do anything with you," he replied before realizing something the man had said, "and my…companion out there is not my date." The man sneered at him.
"Good to hear. He looks like the protective type. Not exactly someone to fuck with."
'Well shit,' Scott thought as the man got way too close for comfort, 'Maybe I should've said otherwise.' He stepped away, back hitting the sink. "I said I'm not interested."
"C'mon cutie," the man said, "don't be like that." Someone grabbed the man, yanking him back.
"What part of no do you lowlifes not understand?" Scott blinked, slightly shocked.
"Vince?" The violet eyed male released the man in his hold, moving closer to Scott.
"You get into all kind of trouble don't you," he said with a sigh, "I guess I need to keep a better eye on you." Scott flushed, looking away.
"Hey!" the other man protested, "he said he doesn't belong to you. How about you back off." Vincent turned around, aura suddenly dark.
"Well he sure as hell doesn't belong to you!" Vincent hissed, "Now get lost before I beat the fuck out of you." The man paled, scurrying off. The violet eyed man whipped back around, leveling his glare at Scott. "And you! Pay more attention to your surroundings you damn idiot!" Scott felt his eyes widen, staring at the man in shock. Vincent seemed surprised at his own words, taking a deep breath and turning around again. "Ignore me. It's no real shock that you act so aloof."
"Excuse me?" he asked, annoyed, "what the hell does that mean?"
"It means you spend six hours trying not to die every day," Vincent said, looking back at him, "so it's no surprise that you relax a little bit outside of work. After all, next to killer robots that guy didn't look like much of a threat." Scott calmed, staring at the man.
"Vincent?" he questioned.
"What?"
"I uh…thanks." Vincent grinned.
"No problem Scotty," the man replied, "let's get back to the bar shall we?"
"I guess we'll need new drinks huh," Scott said.
"Well duh. No worry. My treat." Scott chuckled, following the taller man out. "Hey Scott." He gave a hum in response, curious. "Vince? Where'd that come from?"
"No good?" he asked.
"Nah," Vincent replied, "its fine." They got back to the bar, sitting without a word. "Hey," Vincent said suddenly, "let's go dance."
"Uh no," Scott replied, "I don't-Vincent!" The violet eyed man grabbed his hand, pulling him up and towards the dancefloor.
"C'mon," the man said, "It'll be fun." Scott laughed, unable to stop it even if he'd wanted to.
'Maybe he's not so bad after all,' Scott thought, a small smile gracing his face.
So how was that? I hope that you enjoyed. I'm off. Bye-bye for now!