Scathingly the stranger couldn't give a crap about stackhouse, but he needed a ally, a cover, a shadow, this guy could come in handy. He dug his hands in his pockets and racked his brain to create an amicable way to address him. Stackhouse was young and country, which meant the only way he could have a good time was either through beer, karaoke, rodeos, mechanical bulls or girls. He could slip the human mask on to play the game, but when all was said and done this was his own private mission. Although there was no harm in taking advantage of people along the way. Even though he didn't really want to be associated with a guy that could against chess with a plank of wood, he'd rather be seen getting drunk with stackhouse than being the weird loner that the local sheriff stalked. With a cheesy grin that a fool like Stackhouse would believe, he straightened up and held out his hand. "Cool to meet ya" He said and Jason accepted it like a hungry puppy and shook his hand with a cold firm grip. Having a cop in training on your side couldn't be a bad thing, especially if they were all like this "bright spark" Before the guy stuck his nose into his business he decided to pretend to give a shit about what Stackhouse did in his spare time.
"So Jase" He called him, hoping to feed Jason's ego. "Do you guys actually have fun around here or just drink cause you're as bored as fuck?"
"Nah, this place is creeping with all kinds of shit man, ya just need to know where to find it, it's kinda weird shit, but ya'll get used to it. Sam kicked ya outta Merlotte's yet?" Jason asked, looking for leverage, no matter how weak it was.
"I should give a shit about who "Sam" is because?" The unknown curser asked, tilting his head. Jason smirked, turning the tables as the guy frowned. He didn't like some smug-ass taking the piss because he was in the dark. It wasn't his fault he didn't know the movers and shakers around here, he was after all, the new guy. Jason reminded him of every arrogant asshole that thought they were king of the hill until they got their asses whooped. He'd relish the honour of tearing stackhouse to shreds, but he couldn't, not when the party was just getting started. Jason folded his arms, his shirt clinging to his biceps as his palms touched his elbows. The guy quickly analysed him. Stackhouse was clinging to his looks and buff body cause god only knows, the kid had nothing else, and that, in the warped wonderer's mind was a comfort. "Sam's the owner of the place maybe I could bargain with him for ya" Jason told him, eager to show him the affect he had on people.
"For fuc...no, nah, leave it, I'll sort it" He told him as he turned back to the motel and sniffed. Jason thought he was still looking at the wooden panel. "Knee still hurt?" He asked. "No, my head does, I'll see ya in Merlotte's sometime, once I've seen "Sam" the guy told Jason, who smirked and walked off. The guy waited until Jason was out of sight thankfully, and decided to go back to Merlotte's. Maybe this "Sam" had a bad memory and wouldn't recognise him. He began to walk back to the bar, ready to face Sam and his little sexy sidekick, when he caught a glimpse of a guy leaning against the wall of an alleyway. He kept walking until the guy saw him get closer and shook something in his fist at him. Curiousity took over him and he walked over to him to see what the hell he was playing at.
"Hey" The guy said, sounding as dodgy as he looked. "Wanna buy?"
"I ain't a druggie"
"Ah, go on take a look at the prize, it's only a drug if ya drink it for breakfast" He told him. "Drink it?" He stranger asked as the sloppy salesman held it in front of his face. The potential customer's eyes widened as he saw the vial of liquid. That couldn't be what it looked like could it? The saleman thought his suspicion was interest instead, and attempted to close the deal. "For you my friend, I'll let you have a discount...shit" Said the alley-way alley cat as he literally disappeared into thin air. The lone ranger felt a clawed hand grip his wrist, but before he could knock him out, an arm slithered around his neck, now unless the first guy was a fucking octopus there were two of them. He wasn't going to go down without a fight, it was a pity they weren't up for the challenge. He awoke to find his body shivering involuntarily. It so dark he wondered if his eyes were even open, but hurriedly looking around he saw cracks of light through partially covered windows, which looked like they had black stripes on them. He put his palm on the floor but moved it in disgust when he felt moisture. Those assholes probably kicked the shit out of him, it didn't bother him, as soon as he got out of this pit, he'd collect the voices and faces [if possible] in his memory, with any luck, he could sue the derranged blundering bastards. He heard the door open, grateful for the only source of light he looked up to see a shapely figure that he assumed was female. It/she walked down the stairs slowly, shutting the door and put on a torch. It was definately a woman, too good for stackhouse thank god.
This chick had curves in all the right places, smartly dressed, but the figure hugging leather gave her a kinky vibe that made her tempting, but also cheap. She squinted at him, looking at him up and down before issuing him a warning. "You try to escape, I'll have fun breaking your arm" She told him as he looked at the floor away from the light that he anxiously thought revealed too much of him. "Listen darling, I ain't done nothing, but I can understand why I'm here" He lied. Many questions floated through his mind as he tried to bluff his way out of this. "Was this girl as strong as the fuckers who took him? Why didn't they get the guy who was selling that red stuff? How long would he have to stay in the shit crypt till he found a way out? Wait, one of the most important ones, why was this charming Miss whiplash wonderwoman wearing a corset but no bra? He could tell by the top she was wearing, he wasn't complaining, he just questioned it. She looked at him waiting to hear what he had to say with a patronising smile. He had to make these lines good. "Look sweetheart, maybe ya saw me from afar, couldn't stop thinking about me, trust me I feel your pain. I'm as sexy as an ecstacy filled fuck. It's OK to admit it. It's a curse sometimes, but you can't be selfish. There are millions, no I'm kidding, billions of women out there who don't want me, but need me and you can't have all the fun by making me ya little love slave"
The woman's mouth turned into a grimace. "Close your mouth grease lightning, I'm not wrecking this outfit by wading through your bullshit, now get up" She purposely let him see that she broke the metallic chain by hand, another sign not to make a run for it. The sick thing was, part of him didn't want to, it was too easy and and easy was boring, unless it was a hot woman with easy morals ripping his clothes off. He stood up, free, but still suffocated by unknown rules that he was supposed to read but couldn't see. "Oi, cupcake, if ya wanted me in chains, you could have just asked, or let me outta here, to re-enact this romantic love scene-at your place" He walked behind her as she pulled on the remains of his chain like an annoyed owner. "If I wanted first-timers in chains, I could just go upstairs" She told him with a barbed tone.
"I ain't a first timer sticky bun, where the fuck are we anyway? Some type of sex joint?"
"Eric'll be so happy to hear you say that" She said sarcastically.
"Shit. I guess your boyfriend won't be very happy, touching me alone, in a dark, wet, place" He smirked.
"Shame ya have to be in one piece. Throwing you down the stairs would have been entertaining...Eric isn't my boyfriend you dye job disaster, he's everything. Everything you'll never be" They reached a door and he became very aware of what he smelled like as the girl wrinkled her nose when she stood next to him. He figured that he'd be able to outsmart anyone who was on the other side of that door, he was too hot-headed to realise that he was literally meeting this slave-babe's maker.