Drifting in for a Brew

[Saxi (DELETED 5877)]

The loud sound of a Harley roared down the street and made it way towards the bar. Pull up out side kick the stand, shuts off the bike. Unstraps his helmet then places it on the handle bars undoes the fanged skull bandana from his face places in right front pocket of his leather jacket. The 6 ft 10 man slowly rose off his hog running his hand threw his long black hair as he threw his had back little to get all hair out of his face. Took ad long slow breath out in the cold as the misty smoke left his lungs. Reach in left pocket as putted out pack of smokes hit the pack on his palm with right hand few times before pull one out and putting it between his lips. Placing the pack back in his pocket the pull out his black Son's zipo lighter flicked the lips open covered his flame from the wind and took drag to light the cig. Stood there for moment aft his first short drag to get the cig lit as blow out his nose. Then took a long slow drag pull the cig out his mouth with his left hand let slowly leave his lungs as let the night air kiss the smoke while it floated out his mouth.

His piercing blue eyes shined well from the street light. His old school 50 style leather jacket seem ed weathered from the ride, he softly as dusted off bit of dirt from the road. Looked up at the sign for the bar as he took a moment and a few more drags before make his way in side. Ducked little as made his way in to the door way as cold air swiped it way in behind him like the devils hand. taps the back of leather black boots on the door frame to knock off little dirt.

Makes his way over to the bar, his eyes softly scan the place as walks up to the bar takes a seat. As he take seat on the stool creeks little under his weight. Take few more drags from his cig before reaching over pulling the nearest ash tray over put it out. Looked up see if bartender or help was about.

[Victor]

What a fuckin night. He had finally dragged his soggy cold *** into the bar just before 2am and made his way upstairs to the shower. The heat of the water stung against his skin as it warmed, leaving him feeling stripped and scalded beneath the shower head. So much had happened in just a few hours of the evening and it felt like days had gone by. But there was still a little bit left to do before the dawn. An hour later and he was downstairs once more, this time pulling out a very nice bottle of whiskey and a glass. There were a few patrons left mingling around, a few raucous blood thieves an gangsters still weeding their way through the crowd for all they could. So needless to say, Vic wasn't drinking alone...but damned if he didn't wish he was.

The bartender was doing his job best he could for a new hire. Catherine hadn't been working the night shift lately and they needed someone to cover the spot until she could continue. The guy wasn't great, but he was good enough. Couple waitresses danced around the tables and exchanged coin and cash for beer and liquor. Overall it was a simple night for simple pleasures. Victor found a comfort in this simplicity, dreading any idea of returning to the cacophony of chaos that had suddenly become his life. He pulled out his phone and checked what seemed to be a multitude of messages and missed calls.

Two missed calls from Kaelyn, one from Kenlie, one voicemail from Kaelyn, and a text from Kenlie. Seemed like his daughter wanted to talk to him.

Kaelyn Lee Voicemail: I need to see you or talk to you or something...When I see you looking sad it breaks my heart. I don't mean to make you sad. I love you Victor...more than I think you realize. Please get back to me soon...

Kenlie Text: "I love you. And no matter what you say... I don`t doubt us."

Glass was filled with three fingers of the golden liquid and then emptied passed his lips. Another three and he hit the Call button on his phone. It connected him to Kenlie.

Kenlie Monster: She was barely out of the shower when she heard her phone go off. Almost slipping on the bathroom tile as she ran, she darted for her phone and picked it up, fumbling a bit. She barely answered on time before pressing the phone to her ear. "Babe?"

He heard the breathlessness in her voice and frowned. "Yeah..it's me. You ok?"

Kenlie Monster: She sighed with relief as she collapsed, still naked, onto the bed. She didn't give a damn that the sheets would get wet. "I had to run from the shower... I'm okay."

"Alright. Just thought I'd call. Needed to hear your voice."

Kenlie Monster: "Me, too..." She smiled a little as she fully climbed onto the bed and laid her head on his pillow. "I didn't want to bother you..."

"I appreciate it. You didn't need to deal with what was going on." He would never tell her about what he was trying to do in the river. "But..some stuff happened tonight while I was out. I don't know what to do about it."

Kenlie Monster: She frowned and furrowed her 'brows as she suddenly felt concerned all over again. "What stuff?"

"I found this girl."

Kenlie Monster: Kenlie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Go on..?"

"She'd been shot in the stomach...I ran her to the hospital. Doctor said she was stable but they are in surgery right now. Said they'd give a call when she was in ICU sleeping."

Kenlie Monster: She was a little relieved. She couldn't help it. She knew that at this point, he couldn't take another reason for his sire to call him a ******* failure. She knew he wasn't, but... she knew that all of it still got to him. "You did good, baby."

Every nuance of that statement flooded him with an exausted relief. He just needed to know if the girl was ok. "Alright. Her name is Esperanza..she's eighteen. That's all I got out of the conversation with the doc. I just wanna keep an eye on her..make sure she's ok."

Kenlie Monster: "Of course... Did they call her parents or anything?"
Kenlie Monster: "And... do you need me to bring you down some clothes?"

"I don't know. They asked me if I was her father or guardian. Guess she didn't have any information on her except an ID."
"No...I had a few things here at the bar."

Kenlie Monster: "Alright..." She trailed off for a bit, just listening to him breathe while she formed more words in her head. Then... "Vic?"

The silence between them usually wasn't awkward. He was most comfortable in her presence than anything. But this time, there was something hanging between them. "Yeah, Ken?"

Kenlie Monster: "If I've pressured you... for anything, I'm sorry..."

"Does this have something to do with your text?"

Kenlie Monster: She chewed on her lip a little. Her chest and throat were incredibly tight. "No..."

"That's the second time you've lied to me..."

Kenlie Monster: "I'm not lying."
Kenlie Monster: "The text was to tell you..." She sighed.
Kenlie Monster: "Maybe that was pushy, too. ****. I'm sorry, okay?"

"Kenlie...monster...I am so in love with you it kills me. Being at your side...well it isn't fair to a better man, but he can go **** himself. I didn't want you to know it until I was ready...but..."
"I've been ring hunting. And believe me..it's not fuckin easy finding you the perfect ring."

Kenlie Monster: It was clear in her voice that the sheer frustration of not being able to communicate what was in her heart had her on the verge of tears for the third time in two nights. It had only taken two words from his mouth for her to completely feel at odds with herself. But then she heard what he was telling her, and it took her a second to process it. When it did, she found that it didn't at all help the whole crying thing. "What?"

He didn't understand women. "Do you realize how hard it is to find something so small to be as beautiful as you? It's been giving me a headache."

Kenlie Monster: Jesus, she hated when he saw or heard her cry. She hated crying at all. But she couldn't ******* help it this time. Sniffling, she pressed her fingers to her mouth to muffle the sounds her throat was making, even if it muffled her speech, as well. "You're not doubting me...?"

He knew she was crying but it sure as hell sounded like she was killing the cat with the turtle. "Monster...if I doubt anyone, it's myself. You're too perfect to question."

Kenlie Monster: She wiped tears from her face and partially buried herself into the pillows, leaving just enough room to be able to speak. "I love you, jerk..."

"I love you too, baby...now stop the pillow talk with your secret lover. I have no idea who this jerk is." He smirked but emptied the contents of his glass into his otherwise barren stomach.

Kenlie Monster: She laughed softly, sniffed and then switched the phone to her other ear so she could lay down properly without squishing her ear. "Are you staying at the hospital again tonight?"

He turned toward the bar entrance and blinked a little at what walked in through the door. "Uh...no, baby. I'll be at the bar for a while tonight. Have some paperwork to do and gonna get the place ready for tomorrow since I might not be here."

Kenlie Monster: "Okay... Let me know if you want me to come down."

"I'll do that. In the meantime..get some rest. When I do see you, I'm finishing what your sire interrupted."

Kenlie Monster: "Mm... good. In that case... I won't get dressed."

"Tease. I'll see you soon."

Kenlie Monster: "Night, Frankenstein."

Victor hit the END button on his phone and the line went dead. His eyes hadn't left the stalking mass of male that had just entered the bar. He himself was no waif of a man, but this guy was even taller than him. Bigger in the shoulders too. And ugly as sin. Phone was placed on the bar top before he poured himself another few fingers and downed them. The bartender had disappeared into the back and it figured that would happen as soon as a new recipient of the Handle Bar's liquid psychiatry entered through the door. Vic rose and walked back behind the bar so he could stand across from the guy.

"What can I get for you, brah?"