The next morning, Jake stretched, yawning. He noted Jane nestled against his chest, and smiled a little. He petted her hair, then edged out of the bed, going to the bathroom and grabbing the clubbing clothes. It was still early enough where there would be a few stragglers at the club, but Dirk would be weak. Jake pulled on the awful clothing, looking at himself in the mirror. He frowned, sticking his fake-pierced tongue out.
He did his best with the eyeliner, but had no luck, ending up with dark smudges on his eyelids and hands. He shrugged, figuring that would have to do. He sighed and grabbed what few things he would be able to hide on him. Blessed knife, a little bit of holy water, salt packets, and a small cross, as extra protection if things went south. He even managed to tuck a gun under his belt. He had no idea how he was able to hide that, but shrugged it off. He wrote a note for Jane, leaving it under her glasses. He placed a blessed pocket knife next to the note, which simply told her to be safe. He kissed her forehead gently, and then left.
The entire way to the club, he shifted awkwardly in his seat. The tight pants were really uncomfortable to sit in. Much less drive in. He managed to get to Club Halo all right, though. He parked down the block a little, and walked. He was right about his timing. Drunk, high, and giggling stragglers would make their way out occasionally, while a beat still pounded inside, the bass reaching him. He scowled, and entered the club.
The bass was much louder inside, and he could barely hear himself think. He figured he'd go out on the dance floor, where a couple of writhing bodies still danced, tireless. He did his best to appear relaxed, even if he was coiled like a spring. Once he was in the mess of bodies, it was impossible to keep stiff, as bodies shoved him, pressed against him, occasionally tried to grind their hips on him, or spilled a drink. Jake was disgusted.
Particularly so when a firm pair of hands snaked around his hips, and a pelvis started to grind against his ass. He felt a chin rest on his shoulder, but didn't look.
"Hello there, English," Dirk Strider purred, grinding against Jake. He pulled him around to the beat a little, and Jake's scowl deepened.
"Demon," he regarded, trying to keep Dirk from moving him. He failed in the long run, but didn't go without a fight.
"What brings you to my turf, hot stuff?" Dirk questioned.
"You did something very, very stupid the other day."
"Oh?" Dirk seemed surprised, though it was an act. "I don't remember you coming in here the other day. So I can't have done something that stupid." Dirk's voice was a purr again as he openly groped Jake's crotch. Jake fought a shiver, growling at Dirk. Dirk just kept directing him, until they were in a little alcove. It was tucked behind the speakers, so while the bass still shook the floor beneath them, they were at least able to hear each other a little clearer.
Jake pulled away from Dirk, turning on him. Even in the dim lighting, his glasses seemed to flash as he glared at the incubus.
"You hurt my friend. You hurt her bad, Dirk, and you are going to PAY for what you did to her!" Jake had been trying to go for quiet intimidation, but his voice rapidly rose to a shout as he got angrier. Dirk rolled his eyes, strolling past Jake to settle on a couch, his elbow on the arm as he sprawled out.
"Say English, how about I let you in on a little something?"
Jake scowled, crossing his arms. He didn't leave and didn't attack, though, letting the demon before him speak. Dirk boredly regarded his fingernails, which were long, sharp-looking, and the blackest black.
"Jakey boy, have you ever heard of something called "sopor"? It got distributed a while back by a demon, went by Makara. Real crazy guy, went berserk all the time."
Jake nodded. He hadn't done it personally, but he had helped take out the demonic drug lord. Dirk grinned at him, revealing sharp fangs that even his glamour couldn't hide. Jake kept glaring, wondering what the point of all of this was.
"Well, Jake, did you know that your favorite incubus managed to get his hands on some? And that this particular incubus has now tweaked it and made it the most wonderful drug? It's so popular, you know. Raises the libido, enhances bloodflow, lowers inhibition, and just makes you feel so good!"
Jake hit realization then.
"YOU! YOU MADE THAT DRUG? THAT BUBBLEGUM PINK POISON THAT KILLED JOHN AND JADE?"
Dirk shrugged, smiling in malicious glee.
"You really do have to be careful about distribution. I only sell it by the pinch. You can literally fuck yourself to death with it. And it's highly addictive. Not to mention withdrawal is hell."
The demon chuckled at his clever pun, and Jake clenched his fists. Dirk arrogantly perused the nails of his other hand.
"You know, I never came up with a really good name for it. People on the street took care of that for me. I like it. It's catchy and sort of fitting."
Jake knew the name, and he and Dirk said it at the same time.
"Trickster."
Author's Notes:
Ayy, they said the thing. Might do a backstory chapter where John and Jade die. Just to really twist the knife, you know? But it'll be a bit. I'm still going with this path for the moment.