Old Horse Pub

A/N: This update contains descriptions of physical abuse. 


'Bottle of Budweiser.'

'Five Simoleons, love.'






'Hey, I hope you're taking Nyla somewhere nice after we're done.'


'Sure I am!'


'Ooh, where are we going?'

'Uh, well... it's a secret.'


'Yeah, he just doesn't know yet.'


'Oh, hey Indigo.'


'Hi.'


'Hey. I thought you'd be workin' on your commissions.'


'That was the plan. Unfortunately it got fucking waylaid by a loud mouth red skinned cunt and now I'm in a stinking fucking mood and want to get absolutely Goddamn trashed.'


'Red skinned cunt?'

'Fucker was a demon.'

'Whoa, what? You ran into a demon?'


'This just after you left?'


'The fucking piece of shit was waiting for me outside your place. Ambushed me as soon as I was fucking alone, didn't even have time to scream.'


'Oh shit! What happened? Are you okay?'

'Yeah, I'm unhurt, just boiling fucking mad.'


'So what'd he actually do?'


'Took me to Midnight Hollow.'


'...'


'...And why did he take you there?'


'...Alright. I didn't think it'd be a good idea to admit this, but I can tell you've guessed. Cunt took me to Miles fucking Atwood.'

'Knew it.'


'Miles? What did that fucker want?'


'A talk. I stopped my sister and his bitch half breed daughter being friends, so in response, he gets some fucker to kidnap me.'


'And it was just a talk?'

'Yup. I told him immediately that Wed wouldn't want anything to do with the bitch if he tortured or killed me, and he insisted he had no intention of harming me.'


'That's kind of him.'


'Makes a fuckin' change.'


'Fucking tell me about it. I called him out on it, too.'


'Good, someone needs to set the bastard straight.'

'Damn right. He seemed pissed that I knew but ended up begging me not to punish Hazel for his own actions. Y'know, ignoring the fact that she's a nasty bullying cunt my sister doesn't need to hang around. Fuck.'

'Yeah, the girl's a bitch. She likes to mock people's scars and threaten to add more to them.'


'...So that's what she said to Edward, huh?'

'That's right. Apparently Edward's "lucky" that Miles won't go after him again.'

'Shit, if I'm around the next time that cunt tries to attack someone, I'll take the fucking hits for 'em.'


'Mm. I've been contemplating visiting him myself.'


'Oh no you fuckin' don't.'


'Please don't! We don't want you to be tortured too...'

'I don't think he'd hurt me. But relax, I won't. Edward would have forty fits anyway.'


'Yeah, I think the conversation drove him off when Ellis was doing some research for me, so I don't plan on telling him about my run in with the psycho and his freak family. Can't imagine it'd do much good after the shit that's just happened.'


'Still... This is the second time Miles has used that demon to do his dirty work. I think we all need to be aware of the risk, just in case. Even if there isn't anything you can do to stop it...'

'I do kinda wonder if I coulda banished one of 'em. But banishment only takes you back to your place, and I can't use it on my fucking self, otherwise you bet your ass I would've. Wouldn't have done any fucking good if I'd just plopped them right outside their own front door, with me still inside. God. I need to practise ensorcelling.'


'Ensorcelling?'

'Mind control, basically. Genie powers fucking suck apart from ensorcelling, and I'm nowhere near good enough to do it properly. Haven't tried for a long time...'

'Damn...'


'Sounds useful if you can pull it off.'

'...Would've made things a lot easier in the past if I could only fucking manage it.'

'What do you mean?'


'Only ever tried it once before. I was fourteen, and tried to ensorcel my sperm donor so I could get the useless waste of skin to kill himself. I got my ass severely beaten for it.'

'Oh, man...'


'Fucking asshole. I'm sorry.'


'He's that bad, huh?'

'Worse than Tate.'

'Wow.'


'I mentioned to Ellis, his kid and Edward that Abraxas pushed me down the stairs once. Or rather, Wednesday made a not so subtle comment that confused them, so I clarified. That was what he did in return for the ensorcelling. Broke my ankle, and as further punishment, Abraxas made me clean the entire manor by hand, top to bottom, before taking me to hospital. I'm talking a fucking huge place, like...at least five bedrooms? Bathrooms up the ass, three fucking storeys, every surface dusted, every piece of silverware polished, every bed made, all while this fucking narcissistic cunt faced dickhole follows me around and repeatedly kicks my Goddamn fucking broken ankle.'


'Oh God. Poor you!'


'Jeez, what is it with these assholes?'

'Fuck knows. I reckon these dickheads must pass out some kind of wanker aura that attracts others like them.'