♪ Blades and Booze ♪ (Forsyth)

[Skylar]

Fors catches me looking at the guy I don't yet know and I shrug.
"**** knows. He's a regular though I know that much. Seen him around. I think he wants to come chat me up or something cos every time I catch him looking my way he's pretty damn quick to avert his eyes. Guess he's not noticed the wedding band."
I tap my right index finger onto my band, both hands sitting on the table in front of me, my drink temporarily forgotten.
"That or he's the kinda guy that's not gonna let a little thing like a woman being married stop him from checking her out."
I laugh. I find the whole thing kinda funny. I don't really have issues with guys. I mean I can pull if I want to. Or at least I never had any issue with that when I was single. Probably wouldn't have much issue if I wanted to give it a go now either but **** that for a game of soldiers; I don't need that kinda drama. I'm trouble. I know that. But ain't no way I'd put Ricky through that. It's bad enough he caught me ******* Dillon that time when we were kinda on a break or whatever.
I visibly cringe at the memory.
It was not my finest hour and the memory is only made more bitter by the fact that Dillon's now dead and buried. Poor ********. I know I'm the reason he bit the big one before his time. At least I can say he didn't waste his life. We lived it up. Is it wrong to take comfort in the fact that fact that he'll always live on in my memory? And I'm gonna live longer than most. Unless Ric decides otherwise. That boy has some serious power over me. That's for sure.
I shake off the negativity and refocus on Forsyth.
"So... What's your issue with feeding then? I mean a fish's gotta swim and a bird's gotta fly. You the type with a conscience or what?"
I've never really given the whole blood thing much thought. Hell. Ric and I will play with the stuff in bed if we're feeling kinky. I wouldn't say I don't have a conscience but I don't get why anyone wouldn't drink what they gotta to survive. I ate meat as a human. Still eat meat now. ****. I kinda fancy a burger now I think about it. Best not to think about that.
Focus on Fors.
I smile at my friend and wait to see what he's got to say for himself. I may be here to give him a new sword but that don't mean I'm all business. That is so not my style. Unless I'm doing something for Happy Tree, then I'm a total professional. Kinda. Maybe. Well as much as I can be. Ain't no way I'd let my boy down that's for sure.

[Forsyth (DELETED 6007)]

He chuckled and returned his gaze to the woman sitting across from him. His fingers twiddled slightly in thought, getting distracted from them for a moment where he lost his focus on what he was going to say. He cleared his throat and smirked. "I've been keeping myself cooped up in my place. I don't get many women hitting on me." He teased her. He's only had Aliyah...but at this point those two were who know what. She's been gone for almost seven months. It was as if they had no relationship, he feels like a single man since they never had time to actually build the relationship up. So maybe he was single? Who knew.

Onto something else besides relationships and all that nonsense. He Let out a deep sigh from the thoughts. "When I was changed it was hard for me to accept feeding from a human, that I was never able to do it. Same with blood packs. But I know in order to survive, I came to terms to drink at least a half of a blood pack a day. Doesn't make me strong as most, but it keeps me going. He shrugged a shoulder. There was nothing else to say, anything involving blood, stayed with him. Even with Aliyah it would stay between them and what happened. He really honestly missed eating regular food, or alcohol. All of that.

"I am surviving, clearly, cause I'm here right now." He gave her a wink and leaned back against the booth. He checked his watch. There wasn't anywhere to go honestly besides just his cabin. To him just having Skylar here with him was nice. It got really lonely. He needed a dog...

[Skylar]

Fors says women don't hit on him. I think he's delusional. The guy's a cutie and kinda sweet when you get to know him. For some women that's a winning combination. Not me. But then I'm not your average woman. I have issues. Okay so maybe I am a typical woman but at least I'm aware of my issues. I know my type and I've never tried to deny it. I'm a glutton for punishment I guess. Not that I think Ric's a punishment. If he is, he's the best kind.
He explains his issue with feeding next, probably because I didn't comment on the women thing, but I don't mind. I can listen. I'm a good listener. Maybe. If I shut up. And pay attention. And actually give a **** what the other person is saying. So... okay, I'm a good listener when I want to be. See how well I know myself.
I need to ask if the guy was a vegan or something before he was turned. I mean sure I wouldn't like drink cow's blood or anything before I died but I didn't give a **** what I ate. Still don't. Meat is murder, or so I'm told. Don't much subscribe to that theory. Don't see the issue with blood bags either, I mean that stuff's freely given. No harm, no foul. Right? Yep. I need to ask.
"Were you like a vegan or something. You know... before. Or do you see feeding as a form of cannibalism or something. Cos it that's the case I'm gonna call you a dumbass. I mean you don't gotta kill no-one. ****. We can survive on animal blood if needs be. I've tried a few different types myself. Ric's a wicked hunter. That said I still prefer the bagged stuff. Prefer it fresh if I'm honest, but I ain't the sort to disfigure someone just so I don't hungry. Can you imagine living like a hundred years ago or whatever. How much of a pain in the arse it would have been to feed then."
Then as an afterthought and because I was paying attention I add in.
"You should drink more you know. You might be able to survive on half a bag but surviving ain't living. Maybe you should try one of those diet tips. You know. Little and often. Don't drink it all at once. Have some when you wake, couple of times a day and before you go to sleep. Me... I smell that stuff and man, I can't hold myself back. I can drain a bag when it's cold. Do you heat yours up? It's better that way."
I grab a hold of my drink and sip at it. I have to drink to keep my mouth still, cos I started babbling apparently and I haven't given the guy a chance to answer. As for the picking up women thing, I plan to come back to that. Maybe he just needs a wingman, or a wingwoman. I plan to find out. Though I really shouldn't be thinking that since he's dating Ali. ****. Might stay clear of that subject after all. Though knowing me... I probably won't.