Chapter 2 Benjamin Doyle is Not a Vampire: plus Sam has a new idea for a business venture.

Ben shivered. His breath was visible, frost coated the windows of the car. Outside snow fluttered down in droves. His short sleeves betrayed him more and more with each passing second.

"You should've packed a coat," Adam said. He's sitting in the driver's seat of the idle vehicle as they wait for help to come. It was funny the first time it happened during Connect Four but now–the second time they've stalled out in a rental car during the midst of winter–it's marginally less so. Especially since there were no cameras around to monetize their suffering. Sam–who was sitting in the middle of the back seats–of course, was showing no sign of distress whatsoever despite his similar attire to Ben.

"I'm fine," Ben insisted. Adam pursed his lips,

"You know, I'm not convinced you aren't secretly also a vampire."

"I'm not."

"He does act like one," Sam said smiling deviously. Ben slumped down, rubbing his hands along his arms,

"Oh god don't play into it."

"Not beating the allegations," Adam said with a grin. He reached across the dash to grab his phone–which he kept nestled safely in the cup holders–and checked the ETA of their repair guy.

"Twenty minutes?"

"Didn't it say twenty minutes, like, ten minutes ago? Is this guy stopping for McDonald's or something? Tell him I want fries," Ben leaned over to get a better look at Adam's phone. At the same time Sam leaned forward,

"Do you think McDonald's will ever just sell packs of blood?"

"No," Ben and Adam chime in sync. Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Then there's an open market."

"Are you-are you suggesting vampire McDonald's?" Ben laughed.

"I could call it…McDracula's," Adam gave a thumbs down.

"Booooo."

"Okay no let him cook."

"Yeah let me cook, Adam."

"Focus on being the CEO of one company first," Adam said, "Also I raise you: blood banks?"

"Illegal to take from."

"I'd reckon making a blood based McDonald, also highly illegal," Ben flipped sides. "Yeah, isn't that just the black market?" Adam agreed.

"No, but it's fine–like it's illegal to steal a cow and make burgers out of it but that doesn't make McDonald's illegal."

Adam scoffed, widening his eyes.

"Oh okay–now we're talking about farming humans," he said.

"Guys I'm so fucking cold," Ben groaned, stopping that line of conversation before it could go anywhere bad.

"Bring a god damn jacket next time–here I'll get the extra one from the trunk," Adam jumped out of the car, running–-not too fast so as to avoid eating shit on the ice–and yanking the trunk open. Ben looked down, face turning pink,

"Normally it doesn't bother me."

"Maybe you're losing your vampire powers, Ben," Sam said.

"I'm not a fucking vampire–not that there's anything wrong with that." "Okay, so we're back to bigotry."

"Stop calling me a bigot, I love vampires."

"Right, your boyfriend is a vampire and you have plenty of vampire friends." "Actually you're the only one I know," Ben crossed his arms.

"Ooooh wow," Sam mocked, "Problematic."

"Are you two having an argument?" Adam jumped back in, tossing a puffy jacket onto Ben, who scrambled to cover himself.

"Nope. Ben was just complaining about how oddly hungry he is."

"I'm not a vampire," Ben's muffled voice cried from under the insulation of his half-worn jacket.

"What'd he say?" Adam asked.

"He's a vampire,"