"So, BoBo, do you think a call to the Wolf-man is in order?" Kenzi asked as she looked to her friend over her shaded eyes. Her answer was a grimace as the Succubus pulled the Camaro into a turn. Before she could speak the thief interrupted.
"Oh No, me and the D-man are cool now, but helping you avoid him is NOT at the top of my to-do list."
As the car came to a stop, Bo put into park with a bit more energy than necessary before taking a deep breath. "I know Kenz, but I just don't want to deal with the weirdness. Lauren and I are in a good place and she-"
"Hey, she'll understand. She didn't ban you from talking to the guy. She's a big girl, you're working on a case that having a COP's help on might come in handy, and you know he'll help."
She held out her phone, waggling it in spite of her friend's hang-dog eyes.
"You're going to have to talk to him sometime. And you know you're going to bump into him at the Dal where it can either be all awkward with 2 weeks of avoidance, or you can get a grip and give the Wolf a howl."
Over the pouty objections of her face, the Succubus had to laugh at the outrageous pun.
"Fine. But I'm only doing this because I know he's your crushes' best friend." She smirked as the now suddenly mortified human shook her head and hands to ward off the comment.
"No idea what's gotten into your sex-bombed head. Just call him." She quickly exited the car even as a laugh followed her.
"Dyson, it's"
She hears it over the line, the flatness in his voice.
"Bo."
"Uh, Yeah. I-"
"What do you need Bo? Are you hurt? Do you need-"
She quickly shook her head, with Kenzi giving her bizarre cross-eyes looks.
"No. I'm on a case. A Wood Nymph's daughter has gone missing."
I hear the sigh clearly over the crappy reception.
"She's a Dark Fae Bo. I'd have heard something already if it wasn't. They have their own-"
Kenzi scowls and slaps my arm before I can give my scathing reply. Her finger is up in warning as I nod.
"I know Dyson. And as much as I hate to admit it, the Light does seem to have a small advantage when it comes to seeing after the needs of the little people at the bottom of the food chain. It's a young girl Dyson. She hasn't chosen-"
"Fae go with their families Bo. But…"
She can hear his shaking-head disbelief at once giving in.
" I'll look into some names for you, try to match it up with whoever Kenzi's got from her friends."
I nod slowly as Kenzi motions, giving me the 'Say more, you idiot' sign.
I narrow my eyes.
"Thank you Dyson. I appreciate it."
My tongue fires out in reply to my friends' implication that I can't handle the situation tactfully.
"I'll call you in a few hours. And tell the brat not to give you such a hard time."
"Ok, I will."
I start swatting at her before the call even disconnects.
"What was THAT!" I ask as she pokes at me in defense.
"Dyson said I should tell 'the brat' to not give me such a hard time."
"Orgghhh. Doggy may find a little present in a drawer of that desk of his. I am not a brat. I am 6 ounces of Kick Ass in a 5 ounce can! And I will blow out at the slightest shake. All over that mangy Wolf!"
I cock my head, brow squenched in a question. "Huh?"
"Oh, just shut it. It sounded much better in my head. Let's head in and lay some Succu-love on these jokers. Strev says some dudes working the door have some 'pixie dust colored nose candy'. It's kind of early yet, but bouncers sometimes help set up the stage for the night."
We slide out of the Camaro and eye the run down nightclub. I reach back into grab a few things. Kenzi's eyes agree as she watches me make the necessary adjustments.
The sign proclaims the place to be 'The Green Line'. With the broken neon bulbs in the sign it look like it's called the 'He GreL' in the dark. Having some experience, we look to find the employees entrance, bypassing the main doors. As expected, deliveries are being made over here, with a few overly muscled and ugly 'men' with the occasional protruding incisor doing some unloading.
The 'smarter' looking Ogre is supervising. On a bar stool propping open the door while the others hand things up to the dock.
Kenzi
The Green Line
Kenzi is always amazed at how hard it is for people to NOT notice Bo. This guy is looking over the scores for last night and, judging by his face, he's pretty happy. A gambler making good. And he's pulled out from his very happy place just as soon as he hears her boots crunching on the asphalt.
Bo's told me often enough how people's auras light up around her, especially when they're attracted to her. As most people with eyes are. This guy must be putting out a 1000 watts of power. I can see it in his face, he doesn't even bother to disguise it. And then that slimy gaze briefly sweeps over my hot bod and I need another shower.
"Can I help you ladies?," he schmoozes.
"Yeah, me and my friend front for The Astras, a punk band. We heard that the manager here might be looking for some talent."
Even without a Love-whammy, I can tell the scuzball is interested. It might have been easier to just lay it on him, but Bo is on this new conservation kick the Doc impressed on her. I can see the point, even if I would have much rather she had made this guy her bitch instead of having to endure his greasy leering.
"Sure. Gary is always looking for new," I repress a heart-felt shiver at that gaze. "Talent. He's inside setting up the stage."
"Hey, Thanks. Maybe we'll see you around if we get the job?"
Her hair bounces as she swivels off, I try to give at least a little of the same even as I feel him making a RADAR map of my ass as we stride inside. I wonder sometimes if Bo even knows how much she flirts? It's gotta be hard for whoever she's with this wee-. Ok, that's not fair.
It's Lauren. My BoBo is with the Ash-holes' slave girl and I have to learn to accept that. And I think maybe Bo needs to know that she needs to reign in on some stuff. The Doc isn't in all that confident position in regards to Bo's 'affections'. Bo might just be thinking that it's another of the LONG list of things Lauren has adapted to in her love-addled head. Now that I've seen it in action again it just now makes me think that it might be yet another issue she and Lauren need to think about.
My brain REALLY wants to get into a whole planning mode regarding Bo's previous relationship experience; ie NONE, but it's time to put the moves on Gary. Which consists of me pushing my purely human meat brain to try and scope out this aura thing all the Fae can see when the Succuboss puts her whammy on. I think I can see something, probably a tensing and then a sudden fluidity in the chosen victims' muscles starting from where BoBo touches his arm. The glassy eyes as he's suddenly putty in her hands.
We're hustling out before he snaps out of his happy-pants buzz, with everyone else in here busy loading or cleaning. We give Steve a miss, going for the undoubtedly not-up-to-code emergency exits. For once we don't need the extra hardware Bo had stashed in her jacket earlier.
"Thanks for taking a pass on the slime-shower BoBo. Stevie boy's gaze left me feeling a need for a pool chemical skin exfoliation."
"Yeah, I felt it too. It weirded me out. It wasn't even all lust. More of an element of, like he was more interested in owning me than… you know. It took a lot for me to not just turn around and loosen a couple of his teeth."
We peeled out fast enough to leave a pile of flying gravel before she whipped the beast onto the road.
"Got the name of someone we can check out. Supposed to be a low-level dealer out of a Dark Fae club called ' The Blue Banana'."
"Doesn't sound very 'Dark'."
Bo shrugged. "Maybe all the 'Redrum's and 'Toy Box's were taken in the Dark Fae Phone Book?"
I slapped her jacket even as I feel my grin escaping the attempt to convey strong disapproval at the rather bad joke.
