I was in my secret lair (*cough*house*cough*) trying to do yoga when it happened.
It being my retarded sister calling me to inform me of the oh so wonderful gentlemanly and dead man she ,,saved" .
So it begins.
I had tried to keep away from Sookie and hopefuly away from all the vampire bullshit her life was about to become but apparently it was not to be…not. I was not going down without a fight!As if I'd just give up my sweet life of no unnesscessary exertion!
I had been specifically rude and as distant as possible from my family (it wasn't that hard trust me) just to avoid the shit show Sookie was about to be caught up in and I'll be damned if I didn't give my very best to stay away from the situation.
But nooo Alex we're familly and don't be a grump I know you don't mean that like I think I know better than you what I mean Gaptooth.
Anyway I was in the zone on my James Bond Villain Chair in the middle of writing up a new chapter with hot milk tea on the table and Teapot, my lovely cat in my lap snorring when it happened.
The phone rang and I shit you not I knew it was a sighn of my impending doom (no I was not being dramatic) because I always unplug the thing when I'm working and my cell is strictly for the use of apps (and temple run)…the shrill annoying ringing continiued as I weighed options between them loosing interest and me loosing my hearing.
With a sigh I dislodged a now grumpy Teapot and went to pick it up.
-What?
I said not so sweetly into the reciever
-oh Alex I don't know what to do she was murdered and tthey're blaming J-
…well ….fuck...Teapot was attacking my toes again ...fricking psycho...
-…-nd Bill's taking me to Fangtasia and I just know you'll come and help me,you live close by right?
I did but that didn't mean shit….well fuck again shitballs shes gonna come over wether I want to or not and I don't want to invite her or her Evil Dead Corpsey Boyfriend inside.
-Fine GT I'll meet you in front of the club.
-Than-click
With that I hung up.
I needed to get out of my comfy gigantic size hoodie and pyjama pants and one of my cushy shoes(that looked like monster feet because anyone who doesn't want those is absolutely crazy)to get into something ,,clubby"….well dingleberries I owned like zero ,,sexy" clothes…whatever I'd just wear my regular shit I am a paying customer after all.
One baggy hoodie, torn jeans and combats (my precioussss) later I was in front of the gaudy bar.
…
Where were Southern Ken and Barbie?
I swear to shit if they're making out right now…I pulled out my Tic tacs and crushed them between my teeth as was a nervous habit, the sound of crunching calmed me slightly and wow ok that was them I'd know Gts busted up pice of crap anywhere.
She and Mr. Congeniality exited the…erm car (To the Shitmobile!)and she started obnoxiosly waving at me making a beeline towards me with Happy following her like a puppy….an undead puppy.
I supressed the urge to cringe and hideas I raised an arm slightly in greeting.
-Yo Broody, GT.
-Alexandra you stop using that nickname right now young lady!
Oh damn her and her whiny voice…I was so fucked
A smirk graced my features
-What? You are a Goody Twoshoes and he is more broody than Batman!
That didn't mean,however that I'd go down without a fight.