[Stop showing off, you're not impressing
anyone.] ~ Serena, to Harley
[The absolute fuck are you talking about?
Who the fuck even is this?]
Harley frowned
down at the phone even after sending the response. Had to be Vaugn or someone
acting like a dick faced obnoxious cunt right? Well that was the first thing to
pop into his head.
"Yo did you really go wash your bike this morning? Of
all things? What happened to I'm bringing breakfast back?" Dany was
suddenly popping off as he came wandering into the kitchen area where Harley
was leaning on the counter and Easton was staring at the coffee maker like he
was attempting to make it work faster with his mind.
"Oops…. I forgot…. If it's any
consolation I forgot breakfast was a thing to" He replied looking almost
like he wanted to laugh as he cast an eye to his brother who currently stood
there still in nothing but his pajama bottoms with an almost depressed look on
his face.
"Well technically it's past lunch at this point you fucking
weirdo. Fuck I'm so hungry" Dany sort of whined as he moved for the
refrigerator to start digging through it.
"Yeah well maybe if you'd gotten up
like a normal person…. " Harley snorted. Then again they weren't the only
late risers. So far after everyone had been gathered and brought back to the
club house to crash most were either still asleep or just being lazy. You could
hardly step without running into someone and the main area light was still off
seeing as Sigefrid was asleep on the sofa and hadn't budged even when Easton
had gone stumbling past and nearly tripped on his son's head earning a whiney
bitch fit from a mostly asleep Brody.
"Yeah no, why would I do a silly thing
like Maaaaannnn why is the fridge here perpetually a graveyard. Yay a yogurt
I'm gonna starve" He remarked in a whiney voice as he snatched the yogurt
out and soft of glared at the container like it had offended him.
"Check the date" Easton added in
a dull tired voice still staring at the coffee machine.
Groaning Dany let out a sigh and thought
for a moment when he saw Easton was onto something. However after thinking
about it for a moment he eventually decided fuck it and moved to grab a spoon.
Which immediately got him a look from Easton who heard the silverware clanking.
"What is wrong with you??…" He stated, giving Dany a major judgement
frown.
"What? It's only two weeks old. If I
did I die in fuckin hungry bitch" Dany fired back before moving to hop up
onto the counter.
"That's disgusting…. " Harley muttered before
moving his own light blue hues to look briefly down at his phone once he'd felt
a text come in from Finely about a more private matter back home. 'Fuck….
Awesome…. '
Serena
frowned at the return message.
[It's Serena, you oblivious fuckwit], she
sent back. Then she actually checked the recipient of the message and realized
the number was one digit off from the person she had been trying to contact.
[FUCK, I'M SO SORRY! Wrong number!]
Then she thought about it.
[No, wait, I'm un-sorry. You're probably
also an oblivious show-offy fuckwit, so fuck you, too! >=( ]
She would probably regret sending that many
follow-up texts to a wrong number… if she cared enough. Right now though was
not one of those times. She — well, Sebastian — had been calling in favors left
and right with other lawyers, the DA's office via the Plimpton family, the
police department via Lucifer, anyone who might have any information on
Kjartan's crew. She had pored over the pieces of information she had received
until her eyes bled, trying to put the pieces together to resemble something of
a plan. Of course, she trusted Sigefrid and his men had this handled, but
still, if there was anything she could do from the bureaucratic side of things,
anything at all….
Sebastian had taken a leave of absence from
most cases to focus on this personal vendetta. He was still representing the
members of the MC who happened to get jammed up, and still representing the
hooker-killer Serena had briefly dated. That was about it at the moment.
Serena had gotten her extensions
professionally attached and spent most of her time in drag, though she had
learned the hard way that a dance belt was probably a better bet for long-term
wear than staying in full chastity overnight, especially when she and Sigefrid
had some moments to spend together. A soft smile graced her fox-like face when
he crossed her mind.
Now she was on her way to the clubhouse,
where she spent much of her time. She had practically an entire army's worth of
pancakes, eggs, potato cakes, and bacon packed into thermal bags in the
backseat of her Solstice (the Ford was registered to Sebastian and the Roadster
was too precious to bring here again after that firefight that started this
whole mess), knowing those men probably wouldn't be DoorDashing.
She parked and headed in with one bag,
giving a perfunctory knock before entering. "Food's in the car," she
said by way of greeting.
By this point Harley had left Dany
to his old yogurt doom and Easton bitching away at the coffee maker and simply
headed back out into the cool mid-day air where he found Cnut sitting on the
steps watching his two boys running around giggling and playing in the lot with
Dwarf, Skorpa's big Cane Corso. Moving to sit beside the younger male Cnut was
soon offering him a hit of a joint, hardly any words needed and for a moment he
eyed it in thought but finally reaching to take it he took a hit and just sort
of stared for a moment as one of boy took off running and screaming for the
road area.
"HEY!!!" Cnut finally shouted
loudly which got the boys attention and he stopped seeming to think before
shouting to his little brother and taking off for the junker cars behind the
shop.
"You all need to gate that shit off….
Seriously" Harley finally stated slowly blowing the smoke from his lungs
before moving to hand the joint back as he began to cough a bit as the smoke
hit his lungs a bit hard. Oops. Feeling his phone buzz he fished it back out
and sort of raised an eyebrow at the apology. "What the fuck" he
muttered and for the moment ignored it clicking it closed again as his eyes
went to the street in thought again.
"Yeah I know I've brought it up
before. That shit with the dump truck never would have happened if we had shit
fenced off. Or it would have been more difficult at least" Cnut replied
shaking his head, his eyes moving to follow both the little red headed boys who
were now climbing up onto the hood of an old car.
"No shit…. Sigefrid and
Erik need to get their shit together. This shit still ain't safe if they decide
to hit us again and we both know that" Harley told the other in a very
unamused tone. Cnut he liked, the man seemed to actually have a brain unlike
some of this whack-ass charter.
Feeling the phone go off a second time he
sighed and rolled his eyes soon picking it up he sniggered seeing the sudden
change in tone. "Someone's mad at someone…. Check this out" He mused
moving to show Cnut who was soon studying the messages with a very confused
expression.
"Wonder who the bitch is. Cause that is some woman shit if
I've ever seen it" Cnut stated pointedly especially seeing that whoever it
was had text more than once and sounded completely batty.
"Hey look who it is" Cnut
suddenly mused with a snicker as a car pulled up. Serena, greeaat. Though he
did briefly smirk as he heard her saying something about food in her car from
behind them.
"My brothers gonna eat all that shit before anyone's even
awake" He snorted as he cast a look after her briefly and simply moved to
pull a cigarette from his kutte as he eyed the phone.
[No thanks. I'm probably to good for you. 😉 🤣] He eventually sent back before moving to light his cigarette and
casting another look towards the kids as he heard one screaming.
"God
fucking damnit!" Cnut cursed as he moved to stand and stomp off towards
them shouting.
Inside hearing Serena's voice Dany soon
popped his head from the kitchen.
"Did you say food?" Oops he'd been
a bit to loud. Or maybe they'd just been in general finally as Sigefrid
suddenly let out an annoyed growl from the sofa and rolled onto his back.
"Dany! If you fucks don't SHUT the FUCK up!" He snarled a bit
deliriously still laying there hardly really awake just yet despite having been
listening to Dany and Easton way to long.
Serena felt
her phone go off just as she was about to step inside. She checked the message
and rolled her eyes.
[Ew, as if! It's a figure of speech. I
happen to be taken.], she texted back, then slipped her phone back in her purse
and slinked inside.
"Yes, I said food," Serena
answered. "It's in the dark blue Solstice out front. There's some bags in
the backseat and some in the trunk. Help yourself."
She sat beside Sigefrid and gently smoothed
his hair. "Hey. You hungry?" she asked gently. Without waiting for a
response, she began pulling Tupperwares and utensils out of the thermal bag she
was carrying. Each Tup contained some pancakes, eggs, bacon, and maybe a potato
cake or some hash browns. She'd also brought condiments and she started pulling
those out, too, then offered Sigefrid a tup and a fork.
[My point still stands. 😂🖕]
Harley sent
back only a few seconds later before snorting a laugh and shaking his head.
Annoying ass bitch. Thankfully though a message from Brody popped up over the
club chat and the annoying person was soon forgotten. The other male was
bitching that he'd apparently been there all night and someone was supposed to
come switch with himself and the other two there standing guard. Right, well he
just needed to go grab a couple of people. He had a few things to ask the other
charters secretary anyway.
Moving to stand he turned and headed back
for the club house door and nearly crashed directly into his brother and Easton
both just as he opened the door. "What's the hurry?" He asked a bit
tiredly shooting Dany a raised eyebrow.
"Food… Duh… Oh hey guess who
texted me and said you need to answer your God damn phone?" Dany mused
sniggering as he waggled his eyebrows at his brother before continuing on
across the porch. Even Easton sort of snickered and cast Harley a sympathetic
yet amused look as he passed to follow Dany.
"Bout to break my phone" He
muttered eyes rolling so far into his head it was a wonder they came back down.
Shaking his head and letting out a slow breath he finally moved to head into
the club now looking a bit next level annoyed.
Meanwhile Sigefrid hadn't been shocked to
see Serena and tiredly glaring after the other two he moved to sit all the way
up tiredly staring for a long moment before he processed she'd spoken at all.
"Yeah…. " He muttered before reaching a shaky hand for the pack of
cigarettes on the table. Ok maybe he'd actually slept to much seeing as after
drinking so much last night and rather quickly he'd passed out at one and it
was now at least noon. Somehow he'd been able to sleep right through most of
the night owls but now he definitely felt like he was dragging with every
movement.
Fishing a cigarette out with his teeth he
soon moved to light it just about the time he heard the door and the boots
against the concrete. 'I swear if it's something this early in the day' he
mentally groaned though outwardly he did let out a slow breath in irritation
even before the other charters VP finally stopped not far away.
Using his boot Harley was soon kicking the
much younger male still asleep on the floor at the edge of the carpeted area.
Head shooting up Asa looked a bit bug eyed and blinked.
"Get up and around
your brother needs someone to switch with him" Harley simply told the
other who groaned and slowly moved to roll over clearly fighting to wake up some.
Serena felt
her phone go off again as she was pulling out food. She passively observed the
others. At least there was never a dull moment here.
"Cool… You should probably eat
something before you start smoking," she said. She reckoned that, knowing
him, there was a good chance he was at least partially hungover — aww, too
late.
She opened an iced coffee and set it down,
then opened one of the Tupperwares and placed it in front of him on the table.
She debated whether to try to physically feed him, but he seemed irritable —
more so than usual, and with good reason — so she just went and made some more
trips to grab the rest of the food. Her trunk and backseat had pretty much been
overflowing with bags when she had pulled up. Some had a mixture of food and
drink, some just had juice and coffee and chocolate milk.
When all the bags were brought in, she went
back to Sigefrid with a Tup and drink of her own. She reached into her purse
and pulled out a bottle. "Do you need medicine?" she asked quietly.
"This one is new. It should handle pain without making you too high to
focus, since… it looks like focus is pretty necessary."
To say Sigefrid would have reacted
poorly to that was an understatement. Not to mention he was very much still
waking up as he let his eyes follow her away from the sofa as she went to help
carry in what food she'd brought.
"You look like shit" Harley noted
with a bit of a chuckle as Sigefrid cast him a rather dull glare.
"Way to
state the fucking obvious Harley… This couch is a piece of trash" He added
a bit grumbling as he sat forward to ash in the ash tray sort of eyeing the
food for a moment before his dark hues shot over to Asa as he went stumbling by
mumbling something about his brother under his breath.
"You know if they
decide to shoot this place up again they can right? What's stopping them? Why
haven't you at least gated off the club house?" Harley finally asked not
really giving a shit the other had just woken up. Frankly he found it vagally
irritating Sigefrid seemed to half give a shit about everything he fucking did
and sense he got here it had gotten annoying.
"Oooohhhh here we go. And if they
plowed that down with a dump truck? Or were you even paying attention when we
told you that shit at all" Sigefrid smarted back rolling his eyes nearly
into the back of his head.
"That’s just a fucking excuse Sigefrid. I
didn't say out a chain link now fucking did I? But right now we're supposed to
be on lock down and there's baby's running around out front like nothing's
going on. If those goons pulled back up do you think they'd fucking care past
shooting anything that moves?"
Sigefrid let out a bit of a frustrated
breath and moved to put his cigarette out. "One Cnut’s the idiot I'm
assuming who's kids are out there? His fucking stupid decision. Two, if you're
so paranoid why don't you do something about it then. You're the one with SO
much fucking money…. Or did you spend that on your ass rhinestones"
Sigefrid finally shot back in an almost childishly immature tone. Mainly
because he was already irritable and this had to be the tenth conversation he'd
had with Harley the was just Harley BITCHING about how shit was done here, how
shit was set up. As if he had any room to talk just because he was older and
from and older charter at that.
"Wow you know what…. Never mind.
Forgot you literally only care about shit when it's fucking convenient…. "
Harley finally replied all to annoyed sounding. Ok so MAYBE starting shit at
this hour hadn't been the BEST decision but come the fuck on! Four guys
watching the hospital!? They quite literally had family on the property
including wives, kids, siblings, close friends, parents…. And Sigefrid was
sitting there acting like who the hell cared if something else happened. Not to
mention Harley hadn't heard a DAMN thing about what THEY planned to do for
retaliation or even a meeting on the subject.
Turning Harley nearly ran into Serena and
for a moment glared directly into her eyes. 'Big ass bitch!' but a moment later
he was moving back for the hall to track down a few others to drag with him to
the hospital.
Sigefrid merely sat there silently glaring
until Serena had moved to sit down and his eyes moved back to her as she
mentioned something about
"Looks like…." He muttered a bit
sarcastically as moved to grab the coffee and leaned back on the sofa looking a
nice level of irritated. 'What’s next? He'd be telling him how to fix his own
Harley! Know it all self-righteous bitch!' he thought staring off for the
moment.
"Do your eyes work?" Serena
snapped at Harley as he nearly ran into her. "Watch where the fuck you're
going!" She'd caught the attitude rolling off him in waves and decided she
definitely disliked this man.
Then with Sigefrid, "Hey." Damn
it. He probably hadn't heard a word she'd said. She rattled the pill bottle to
get his attention, then uncapped it and held two pills up to his eye level.
"Yes? No?" she prodded.
Reaching up Sigefrid took them from
her and shot her a bit of a glare before popping them into his mouth and taking
a few swigs of the coffee. Honestly he was currently debating on going to find
Erik and have him go deal with ANYTHING concerning the other charter at this
point. One more snarky word, one more bitch fit and he was about to beat
Harleys ass in all honesty. Still he didn't feel like moving yet and he hadn't
seen Erik sense last night so who knew where that shit head was. Shit maybe he
should just text him. Moving to fish his phone out of his kutte however was
when he remembered. God damn it!
"Shit…. " He moved to stand a moment
later and began searching the cushions behind where he'd been sitting then
wacked Serena with one of the pillows
"Well…. Move" he smarted off at
her before she'd really even had the chance to think about it.
Serena bit
her lip to keep it from trembling when he glared at her. She decided to blame
Harley for Sigefrid's bad mood, despite knowing it was more complex than that,
and turned her own glare to the direction she had seen him go.
She gave a little yelp when he hit her with
the pillow. "God damn it, Sigefrid!" she snapped, losing her temper.
"Would you at least fucking eat something before you start tearing up the
couch?"
"Would you MOVE!" Sigefrid
growled at her just as annoyed if not more sounding. It wasn't that he didn't
want to but he had absolutely no idea where his phone was which honestly wasn't
the best thing to worry about right now. Not to mention if he missed something
important. More shit for Harley to throw something in his face. "This is
me asking nicely…. " He added smartly down at her.
Serena stood
and huffed off to the bathroom. She needed to wash up anyway. She locked the
door and checked her phone. The wrong number had texted her back yet again and
she responded:
[Bet your so-called point is the ONLY thing
that stands 👎]
Then, spitefully, she texted Sigefrid:
[🤬😤🥞🍴🖕]
and went for the shower. She kept a shower
cap here, and everything else she needed in her purse, including a plastic bag
for yesterday's underclothes. She wrapped her extensions into a bun and donned
the shower cap, then turned the water on, not caring if it was hot or cold.
She grumbled to herself while showering,
but fell silent when she started to choke up. She hated this, hated that the
only thing she could really do was nag Sigefrid about eating and be emotional.
Rolling her eyes at herself, she let herself cry silently in here where there
was no one to see her. She did have other resources - a soundproof glass cage
in the basement of her house, the basement opening by locked trap door. A
weapons stash in the basement of the house next door, technically Trent's house
which his sister was using, the basement of which opened the same way. She had
the keys to both trap doors on an innocuous charm bracelet round her wrist.
Money, lots of it. Connections, both because of who Sebastian was in his field
and because of Lucifer.
Crap! Lucifer! She hadn't gone home last
night and she hadn't called! She couldn't have him showing up here. She quickly
wiped her hands on a towel and grabbed her phone.
[With Sigefrid today. Might come home
later, he's being a 🍆]
Then she finished washing up, took off the
shower cap, dried off, put on a clean dance belt and her dress, put the used
one in the plastic bag and the bag into her purse, and stormed out carrying her
shoes by the strap and flounced into a seat at the bar, digging sullenly into
some food.
It had been SO long sense the last text,
sense Harley had even checked his phone that by the time she had texted
he had already gotten to the hospital and was out in the parking lot taking a
moment to sulk and gather himself. Honestly he was about to lose his ever-loving
shit on Bjorgulf already and he'd only been with the idiot for all of half an
hour. Moving to unlock his phone he was about to make a call when he spotted
the unknown numbers message and he groaned.
[Why are you STILL texting me! Really that
bored with your fucking life? 😂] He
sent back before finally moving to hit dial and snickering. Yeah then what was
he? Annoyed with his? Yeah definitely….
~~~~~~~~
Back at the club Sigefrid still hadn't
found his phone and by this point he was so livid he wore one of those faces
that was hardly approachable. However he'd finally bit the bullet and borrowed
Bloodhair’s and both currently stood just down the bar from Serena when she
suddenly came huffing back up clearly still upset.
"Yes I know… You earned
me. Look just, fucking talk to him. Make sure this doesn't turn into something
or I swear to Loki's left nut Erik. I'm going to BEAT his fucking ass!"
Sigefrid was saying over the phone his fist crumpling a piece of paper in his
hand almost as if it was a damn stress ball.
"I mean on a couple things he's not
wrong" Bloodhair sort of off-handedly commented having been listening to
the whole thing and witness to plenty. Otherwise he mostly looked way too tired
to care where he stood leaning on the side of the bar smoking a cigarette and
sort of staring off at the nearby wall.
Sigefrid immediately shot Bloodhair a glare
but then hearing Erik say he had to go and would be back soon he finally just
moved to hang up and shoved Bloodhair’s phone back to him before walking over
to lean on the bar to Serena's left. "You done being a pissant?" He
remarked smartly before casting a sort of smart ass smirk in her direction.
[✔️Seen], Serena wrote back.
She faced Sigefrid as he approached her,
glowering at him.
"I made you breakfast," she said
quietly. "I get that you're stressed. You've got a hell of a lot on those
strong shoulders of yours. But you're not a machine, and even if you were,
you'd need fuel. I don't care if you want to put it in a blender and drink it
like a goddamn smoothie, but I'm going to keep being a pissant until you get
some actual fucking calories in you." So saying, she shoved another
forkful of potato cake in her mouth and chewed furiously.
Eyes rolling Sigefrid shot her a
rather annoyed look but didn't say anything else simply pushing away from the
counter. "Fucking nagging bitch …" he mumbled under his breath soon
flopping down onto the sofa again. Moving to take a few bites he sort of cast
her a glare over his shoulder. However suddenly the sound of a phone going off
came from the kitchen. Granted he immediately recognized the squealing guitar
tone and wouldn't have thought anything of it had Easton not suddenly came
tearing from the kitchen only a moment later nearly plowing Bloodhair over in
the process.
"Bitch what the fuck!!!" Bloodhair shouted at first
looking angry until he noted the look on the others face.
"Well move!! Sigefrid! Your fucking
brother! LET'S GO!" He barked nearly running for the door now as if he
didn't have the time to explain. In fact a moment late he was practically
slamming the door wide open and running down the steps of the front of the club
house. Behind him Dany had briefly stopped trying to chase him down for a
better explanation but gotten nothing in response. However it didn't take much
time for him to simply start pulling his own keys and running. In fact by now
even Bloodhair was moving for the door at a quick pace only stopping when he
noticed Sigefrid looked a bit frozen on the sofa.
"Sigefrid?… Hey … you
coming?" The older male asked stopping just briefly to furrow his brow at
Sigefrid. Truthfully he wasn't sure what was going on but he could tell
Sigefrid already looked way to worried.
Nodding Sigefrid hardly said a word as he
moved to stand adjusting his kutte and pulling his gun from where he'd left it
tucked in the side of the sofa he soon moved to tuck it into the back of his
jeans.
Serena
slammed her fork down at Sigefrid's words. She answered his glare with her own.
"I'll be at Lux. Where I'm actually
wanted. You have my number. Text me if you need anything or when you're done
being a fucking dickhead," she snapped, storming out. She got in her car
and drove to her husband's nightclub in LA, which truthfully was open at all
hours since Luci didn't exactly need sleep.
When she got there, she took the elevator
up to the penthouse and flopped down on the bed, gazing listlessly up at the
ceiling.
"I've missed you," came Lucifer's
voice from the bar.
"I'm sorry."
"You can take all that off, you know.
I don't require you to remain in drag with me."
She sat up and cast him a baleful look,
then went to sit beside him, resting her head against him. He was a good six
inches taller than her and she liked feeling small and delicate next to him.
"You're about the only one," she muttered. It wasn't strictly true;
Trent and Nathaniel didn't care if they were sleeping with Serena or Sebastian,
but she'd also stopped seeing both of them recently. Maybe she was causing
problems for herself as always. Who knows.
"Darling, if he's forcing you to
appear as something you're not—"
"He isn't. He knows who I am. He's
known since the shootout, I told you. It's just, I don't know, I— I wish I
could do something to actually help him. I do my best to keep him fed, watered,
pain-free, and healthy, but it feels like it isn't enough!" Her voice
trembled. "He actually got mad at me today for asking him to eat his
breakfast. I know there's more going on than the snippets I've been hearing,
but he won't FUCKING talk to me and he treats me like a pest!" She broke
down crying for the second time that day, sobbing into Lucifer's Armani suit
jacket as he held her.
"You know I hate seeing you so
upset," Lucifer said, stroking her hair. "Why don't you run along and
change, and I'll take you out to eat? Just because your new boyfriend is
running himself ragged doesn't mean you have to."
Serena shrugged, but she wiped her eyes and
got up to fix her makeup and maybe change into something a little nicer. When
she was in the bathroom, she took out her phone again.
[Hey, wrong number guy. Sorry I was such a
heinous bitch to you earlier. You probably didn't deserve it. Can I get your
advice on something? My bf's got a lot on his plate. He's forced to collaborate
with a glitter-shitting assclown who keeps sniping at him but not actually
lifting a finger to help. Meanwhile I have 7-8ish figs liquid & a lot of
connections. Would it be insulting if I demanded details abt a complicated situation
he's in & offered help? Best, S]
By this point so much had happened. Sitting
on a bench outside of the hospital Harley had an arm around his best
friend. He wasn't sure he'd seen Easton this fucked up sense the split between
him and his ex. So a few years at least? Unless you counted how far he'd fallen
off the band wagon sense then. None of that however compares to the past hour
and half or so and currently Easton looked like he was probably still in shock.
Tears stained his face and he had his head against Harleys chest where he sat
slumped so far down on the bench he had one leg hanging off and the other knee
bent. He'd merely been staring sense he'd all but been forced to sit down by a
few of them and finally just given up moving.
Anger had turned to tears soon after and
then he'd hardly been speaking. In fact the only reason Harley knew the other
was still in there at all was his shallow breaths and the occasional blink as
he seemed to just stare up at a flock of Crows up in a nearby tree.
By now Sigefrid was in the hospital making
sure that Erik's bike was ok and well, most were here…… Again…. However the
ambulance was blocking off the scene across the short distance of the parking
lot where the bike had gone down in front of the escalade. At this point even
Harley was beginning to feel again you could say. Probably better now than
while Easton was freaking out but as his phone buzzed he became suddenly aware
of the stray tear bridging the corner of his eye and quickly he moved a sleeve
up to wipe at it. A status on Erik maybe? Or maybe … No, he wasn't that lucky.
Unlocking the device he slightly rolled his eyes seeing the message. Fucking
stupid idiot.
[You know. There's more important shit in
the world than offering your boyfriend fucking money bitch. Get a mother
fucking life. K BYE!] He sent back a bit angrily. Seriously though, it sounded
like some petty bitch with very serious petty bitch drama which absolutely just
rubbed him the wrong way in his state of mind.
Having changed clothes and applied a very
different kind of makeup, Sebastian checked Serena's Pinger.
[I don't expect you to understand with your
clearly miniscule worldview, but this actually happens to BE important. There's
a lot more at stake than just]
He hit Send without finishing his thought
and took a moment to look balefully at his reflection. Hair tucked under a
black Welcome to Night Vale beanie; eyes outlined in black with red under-liner
and red eyeshadow; a tight-fitting fishnet shirt; black and red Tripp Electro
pants; a black belt with silver studs; black fingerless leather gloves and
black nail polish; black, silver-studded D-ring platform boots. A white
leaf-shaped charm hung from one of his belt loops. A dark red leather messenger
bag was slung over one shoulder, big enough to carry a laptop and his twin pistols.
His wedding ring, a black band inlaid with a large orangey-red fire opal,
dangled from a red-and-black choker round his neck since it wouldn't fit over
or under his gloves. Looked good enough, he reckoned.
He stepped out of the bathroom and took Lucifer's
arm. "Let's go," he said simply.
After exiting Lux, they took Lucifer's
Corvette on a path to a place Luci had wanted to introduce Sebastian to for
quite some time, only on the way there, they happened to pass the hospital.
"Wait! That's—" Sebastian cried
out. "Can we go see what's going on?"
Lucifer sighed inwardly, but drove the car
up to the sidewalk drop-off. "You go on in," he said. "I'll
bring something home for you."
Sebastian pecked his cheek as thanks and
got out, then went to see what was going on. He went up to the first familiar
face he saw, not paying any mind if it was him or Serena they knew, and asked,
"What happened?"
As his phone went off Harley had
simply moved to tuck it into his pocket again. He didn't even want to look at
it figuring it was just whoever being a complete smart ass as they'd been sense
the beginning. Taking a slow breath he finally moved to gently nudge Easton.
"Hey come on, I'm gonna go see if I can find us a ride ok? You good
here?" He asked as the other moved to almost robotically sit up and stare
off at the ground for a long moment. Hardly even seeming responsive at first.
Still, sitting here watching the clean up WAS absolutely not going to help
ANYTHING. Taking a breath he watched the other face for a moment until Easton
slowly began to nod
"I'm fine… I'll" He stopped seeming as though he
were still finding his voice. "I'll wait" He finally whispered before
he moved to run a hand over his thick goatee and stared towards the ambulance
as if in a trance.
"Yeah, ok" Harley muttered before
gently giving the other males shoulder a squeeze. Taking a deep breath he stood
and started for the front doors of the hospital and headed inside soon coming
up on where Bloodhair and Tarben stood at the edge of the waiting room talking
in quiet voices. A few feet away Harvey sat, face tear stained as he stared off
into space at people coming and going without seeming to care what a mess he
looked.
"Hey, can I talk to you" Harley whispered lowly. Not that he
cared Tarben was standing there but Harvey wasn't in the state of mind to
overhear anything really so soon moving to turn and head a few feet away
Bloodhair was soon following. A rather dull expression on the slightly taller males
face as he cast a look back to the kid then back to 'WOAH!'
Harley stopped quick to the moment the new
male came rushing up. To him this was nothing but a stranger and he frowned a
bit before glancing to Bloodhair ad if to check and see if he knew the guy. Bloodhair’s
brow furrowed for a long moment but then it took a far more serious expression.
"Someone's dead … What are you doing here?" He sort of looked the
other over with a slight look of confusion at seeing the other like this.
"Lucifer dropped me off. We were going
to— but then I saw— Who is it? Who died? Is Sigefrid okay? Skorpa? Erik?
Dagfinn? Fuck, what happened?!" Sebastian asked urgently.
Hearing the others response Harley's
light blue hues seemed to focus on Sebastian for a moment as if studying him
long and hard. So he knew Sigefrid mainly? That's how it came off. He'd nearly
sounded as if he was only going to ask about him before going on about most of
Sweden's guys.
"No… One of the other charter. I don't
think you knew him. Erik's …… Banged up. Skorpa is pretty rough. Everyone else
is fine" Bloodhair informed the other in a rather dull voice. His eyes
only breaking from Sebastian as Asa had suddenly went walking through the main
hall from where he'd been probably in the bathroom and walked past at a fast
pace with a rather cold look in his eyes. So cold he nearly shot a glare at the
stranger without meaning to before he was already heading out the front sliding
doors.
"Tarben!" Bloodhair quickly
barked back at the other who quickly nodded and went to follow in several large
strides.
"So you just…. Past by?"
Bloodhair added casting another look at Sebastian.
"No," Sebastian agreed,
"I'm the lawyer for Sigefrid’s charter, so… Shit. Okay." He was about
to head in to check on Erik and Skorpa before he heard Bloodhair's question.
"Well, yes. I thought I recognized
some of your bikes, so I asked him to pull over. Seriously. What.
Happened?" he asked for the third time. "Why—?" He took a breath
and asked, slowly and clearly, "How did Erik and Skorpa get hurt?"
Taking a slow breath Bloodhair
looked to Harley with a raised eyebrow "Where's Easton?" He asked
breaking his conversation for a moment knowing he had a bit bigger concern.
Taking a breath Harley simply nodded for the door
"Waiting… Long as he
didn't follow Asa. Look can I trade you keys? Take him and the other two back
to the club. They don't need to mope here and watch everything" Harley
stated for a moment his thick baritone voice nearly breaking as he bit his lip
to keep from sounding as actually upset as he was.
Slowly reaching into his pocket Bloodhair
fished the keys from his pocket and handed the other the keys.
"Have
Tarben and Bjorgulf go with you. We…. Can't afford anything else happening
right now" Bloodhair stated in a rather soft tired voice as he then took
the keys Harley handed him. With a nod Harley was soon heading for where Harvey
was sitting and left Bloodhair with Sebastian.
Taking a breath Bloodhair looked to
Sebastian
"Come on, I can get us back to Skorpa. Not sure where Erik and
Sigefrid are at the moment" He told the other before moving to start for
the desk. "Door?" He told the nurse who sat behind the desk. Nodding
she moved to stand and soon came to open the door for them and so far Bloodhair
still remained silent. Seeming a bit lost in thought.
"Someone tampered with the bikes maybe….
This morning?" He stated thinking over the time frame that had slightly
spared Easton a similar fate.
Sebastian
nodded and followed Bloodhair.
"This morning?" he echoed. Fuck.
That would have been before the food run. "Do any of you need replacement
or spare bikes, or a place to keep them? Also, camera equipment, maybe set up a
feed— no, that's no good," he muttered. "You'd want to prevent
something like this from happening again, not just watch while it was about to
start. Maybe uh… A safe house? A safer house. Look, no offense, but after a
shootout and vehicular sabotage, I wouldn't be surprised if they tried planting
a bomb next. A building can be rebuilt, but you guys's lives?" He shook
his head. "I know you're not necessarily the person I should be discussing
this with, so bear with me, I'm just thinking out loud. I don't want to step on
any toes, but it's imperative that…." He trailed off, a bit helplessly.
"Someone's already died. Others are seriously injured. It would be great
if we could quickly get to the root of the problem and burn it up, but until
then, the idea of some of you, I mean—" he corrected himself — "the
idea of any of you at further risk is chilling. If there's anything at all that
can be done, please, I'd like to help. I need to."
