Disclaimer: Not Mine
Rating: PG-13 for some violence, and swearing
Author's Note: Reviews are nice. Still looking for a beta.
Chapter One
Oz sat at the bar, nursing his beer. He was not yet of legal drinking age but under aged drinkers were the least of peoples' worries here. Taking a sip, he frowned, realizing how much he disliked the foul taste of the amber liquid in his glass. The blonde sitting next to him at the bar was brattling on about some trouble with her last boyfriend, but he wasn't really listening. He would insert a comment when it seemed necessary, but he was never really one for conversation, especially now.
"Hey let's go outside" The blonde-Lola Oz thought her name was-said suddenly.
He grunted noncommittally.
"You have a van right?" She drawled, "Weeellll, why not use it?"
Oz raised an eyebrow, his head swimming from beer and lack of sleep. Well, why not, he thought to himself, I could use the distraction of getting laid.
"Sure" was the one word answer. He stood, trying not to fall over as the world spun around him. Steadying himself, he began the long process of not trying to fall over his own feet as he made the slow trek to the exit. "Coming?" He called looking over his shoulder. Lola stood quickly, egarly following the short redhead out the door.
Pushing open the bar door, Oz frowned as he thought he caught a whiff of a familiar sent. But as quickly as he thought he smelled it, it was gone. Huh, must be imagining things.
Half way across the dimly lit parking lot, Oz realized he couldn't find the keys to his zebra striped van. Oh god-fucking damn, he thought to himself, must of left them inside.
"Ummm...hey Lola?" He said to his blonde companion really hoping he had gotten her name correct.
"Yeah," She replied in what might have been a sexy voice. Oz breathed a sigh of relief; thank you the powers that be for letting me at least get her name right.
"I think I might of left my keys back in the bar." He said lamely, Lola smiled but it didn't reach her overly made up eyes.
"Is that so?" She said, "Well let's proceed in the proc-" But Lola was cut off by the large man behind her placing a very large-very sharp-hunting knife next to her throat.
"Well isn't this a nice little reunion," Cain dryly announced.
Rating: PG-13 for some violence, and swearing
Author's Note: Reviews are nice. Still looking for a beta.
Chapter One
Oz sat at the bar, nursing his beer. He was not yet of legal drinking age but under aged drinkers were the least of peoples' worries here. Taking a sip, he frowned, realizing how much he disliked the foul taste of the amber liquid in his glass. The blonde sitting next to him at the bar was brattling on about some trouble with her last boyfriend, but he wasn't really listening. He would insert a comment when it seemed necessary, but he was never really one for conversation, especially now.
"Hey let's go outside" The blonde-Lola Oz thought her name was-said suddenly.
He grunted noncommittally.
"You have a van right?" She drawled, "Weeellll, why not use it?"
Oz raised an eyebrow, his head swimming from beer and lack of sleep. Well, why not, he thought to himself, I could use the distraction of getting laid.
"Sure" was the one word answer. He stood, trying not to fall over as the world spun around him. Steadying himself, he began the long process of not trying to fall over his own feet as he made the slow trek to the exit. "Coming?" He called looking over his shoulder. Lola stood quickly, egarly following the short redhead out the door.
Pushing open the bar door, Oz frowned as he thought he caught a whiff of a familiar sent. But as quickly as he thought he smelled it, it was gone. Huh, must be imagining things.
Half way across the dimly lit parking lot, Oz realized he couldn't find the keys to his zebra striped van. Oh god-fucking damn, he thought to himself, must of left them inside.
"Ummm...hey Lola?" He said to his blonde companion really hoping he had gotten her name correct.
"Yeah," She replied in what might have been a sexy voice. Oz breathed a sigh of relief; thank you the powers that be for letting me at least get her name right.
"I think I might of left my keys back in the bar." He said lamely, Lola smiled but it didn't reach her overly made up eyes.
"Is that so?" She said, "Well let's proceed in the proc-" But Lola was cut off by the large man behind her placing a very large-very sharp-hunting knife next to her throat.
"Well isn't this a nice little reunion," Cain dryly announced.