Beast Behaving Badly
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Sami and Sander stood on either side of him, also staring up at the building.
This is gonna be fun, Sander said, rubbing his hands together.
Lets go, Sami added.
Bo grabbed them by the back of their thin leather jackets and yanked them back to his side. A few rules, he said.
Dont be such a drag, Sander whined.
We havent even done anything yet, Sami added.
But you will . . . unless I make rules. So here they are. No stealing. That includes wallets, credit cards, cell phones, smart phones, PDAs, or any other small phone-like items that you think are shiny and pretty. You are also not to take anyones identity; I dont care how much you think they deserve it. The only cash youll be using will be yours or mine. I find out anything has gone missing, I start breaking fingers.
Fine.
Fine.
They started to walk off, and Bo yanked them back again. There will be no cons.
But
No long cons, no short cons. No my grandmother is dying and I need money for the hospital; no I was robbed at Penn Station and lost everything; definitely no I have this great idea that just needs a few backers and a plane ticket to South America but only if you want to double your money in less than a week. Absolutely no pretending either you or Sander are prostitutes, so you can roll someone in the parking lot. No getting anyone drunk and taking inappropriate pictures of them to use later. I dont care if they are mated to someone else and you think they deserve it.
Okay! Fine.
The pair started to walk off again and Bo yanked them back. No having sex in the one place youll definitely be caught
Oh, now come on!
Sami stamped her foot. Youre killing our fun!
Agree or we leave.
Fine. We agree.
They approached the club, and the foxes immediately caught the attention of the bouncers. Not surprising. Not only were they foxestherefore not to be trustedbut with their smaller shifter size, they stuck out among their kind.
The bouncers watched the pair closely as they walked by, but when Bo got closer, he saw the recognition in the males eyes. He got the usual reaction, too, when that sort of thing happened. One male smiled and couldnt let Bo in fast enough, and the other snarled and muttered no-talent asshole under his breath as Bo walked into the club. Something hed become so used to that he didnt even bother to react anymore. Besides, he didnt want to see Blayne with bloody knuckles.
Once inside, the foxes caught everyones attention first. The females checking out Sander, the males checking out Sami, and those who were flexible either way, checking out both. The pair of them dressed for attentionSami in her New York winters are for wimps leather bikini top, leather shorts, fur boots, and thin leatherjacket; Sander in his leather pants, designer silk T-shirt that fit his narrow frame perfectly, and thin leather jacket. Bo knew they looked like Euro trash. Hell, Sami and Sander knew they looked like Euro trash. That was the point. Thats what made them so good at what they liked to do when Bo wasnt around to make his strict rules. They enticed to manipulate, but their loyalty to each other was something Bo never questioned.
The club was big and packed. He saw stairs leading to another floor, and a sign next to the stairs that read GAMES UP with an arrow. This floor had several bars and tech music. Not his favorite music, but he could tolerate it.
The trio walked over to the closest bar. Sami ordered them three beers before planting herself on a stool. She faced away from the bar so she could check out the room.
You think shes here? Sami asked, removing her jacket.
Bo lifted his nose, sniffed the air. Shes here.
Then you better track her down and make your move, Sander said.
Bos eyes narrowed. Sander was being a little too eager, so he reached into his back pocket and pulled out the two sheets of perfectly folded paper. He flicked them open and held one page out to each. Here are tonights rules.
Sander stared at the printed page in front of him. You wrote it down?
I find putting the rules in writing cuts down on the morning-after But you never saids. You know I hate the You never saids.
Mumbling under his breath, Sander snatched the sheet from Bo and shoved it into his front pocket. Sami took the sheet and carefully refolded it before slipping it into the top of her boot. Okay, she said, reaching behind her to grab the beers from the bar while Bo handed cash to the bartender. Lets go find your wolfdog.
Ric, quite comfortable on the end of the U-shaped couch hed reserved for the four of them, was about to go looking for Blayne when she suddenly dropped into his lap and announced to them all, I heard people fucking in the bathroom!
Not sure how to respond to that, Ric simply reached for his German ale.
Good fucking or bad fucking? Gwen asked.
Blayne thought a moment, her eyes focused on the ceiling. She finally answered, Drunk fucking.
Ahhh.
Ric laughed. Blayne always made him laugh, which was why he cared so much about protecting her. His cousin and Dee-Ann may think it was perfectly acceptable to use Blayne as bait, but Ric didnt like it. Yet he admitted, at least to himself, that he did worry that if Blayne knew the truth, she might start doing things that would only put her in more danger. Or maybe shed cower in her apartment, afraid to ever come out. Or maybe shed do nothing at all. It was the wild card factor that made telling Blayne anything about this a risk. So, against his better judgment, he told her nothing and hoped that Dee-Ann was as good at her job as his cousin believed she was.
This is gonna be fun, Sander said, rubbing his hands together.
Lets go, Sami added.
Bo grabbed them by the back of their thin leather jackets and yanked them back to his side. A few rules, he said.
Dont be such a drag, Sander whined.
We havent even done anything yet, Sami added.
But you will . . . unless I make rules. So here they are. No stealing. That includes wallets, credit cards, cell phones, smart phones, PDAs, or any other small phone-like items that you think are shiny and pretty. You are also not to take anyones identity; I dont care how much you think they deserve it. The only cash youll be using will be yours or mine. I find out anything has gone missing, I start breaking fingers.
Fine.
Fine.
They started to walk off, and Bo yanked them back again. There will be no cons.
But
No long cons, no short cons. No my grandmother is dying and I need money for the hospital; no I was robbed at Penn Station and lost everything; definitely no I have this great idea that just needs a few backers and a plane ticket to South America but only if you want to double your money in less than a week. Absolutely no pretending either you or Sander are prostitutes, so you can roll someone in the parking lot. No getting anyone drunk and taking inappropriate pictures of them to use later. I dont care if they are mated to someone else and you think they deserve it.
Okay! Fine.
The pair started to walk off again and Bo yanked them back. No having sex in the one place youll definitely be caught
Oh, now come on!
Sami stamped her foot. Youre killing our fun!
Agree or we leave.
Fine. We agree.
They approached the club, and the foxes immediately caught the attention of the bouncers. Not surprising. Not only were they foxestherefore not to be trustedbut with their smaller shifter size, they stuck out among their kind.
The bouncers watched the pair closely as they walked by, but when Bo got closer, he saw the recognition in the males eyes. He got the usual reaction, too, when that sort of thing happened. One male smiled and couldnt let Bo in fast enough, and the other snarled and muttered no-talent asshole under his breath as Bo walked into the club. Something hed become so used to that he didnt even bother to react anymore. Besides, he didnt want to see Blayne with bloody knuckles.
Once inside, the foxes caught everyones attention first. The females checking out Sander, the males checking out Sami, and those who were flexible either way, checking out both. The pair of them dressed for attentionSami in her New York winters are for wimps leather bikini top, leather shorts, fur boots, and thin leatherjacket; Sander in his leather pants, designer silk T-shirt that fit his narrow frame perfectly, and thin leather jacket. Bo knew they looked like Euro trash. Hell, Sami and Sander knew they looked like Euro trash. That was the point. Thats what made them so good at what they liked to do when Bo wasnt around to make his strict rules. They enticed to manipulate, but their loyalty to each other was something Bo never questioned.
The club was big and packed. He saw stairs leading to another floor, and a sign next to the stairs that read GAMES UP with an arrow. This floor had several bars and tech music. Not his favorite music, but he could tolerate it.
The trio walked over to the closest bar. Sami ordered them three beers before planting herself on a stool. She faced away from the bar so she could check out the room.
You think shes here? Sami asked, removing her jacket.
Bo lifted his nose, sniffed the air. Shes here.
Then you better track her down and make your move, Sander said.
Bos eyes narrowed. Sander was being a little too eager, so he reached into his back pocket and pulled out the two sheets of perfectly folded paper. He flicked them open and held one page out to each. Here are tonights rules.
Sander stared at the printed page in front of him. You wrote it down?
I find putting the rules in writing cuts down on the morning-after But you never saids. You know I hate the You never saids.
Mumbling under his breath, Sander snatched the sheet from Bo and shoved it into his front pocket. Sami took the sheet and carefully refolded it before slipping it into the top of her boot. Okay, she said, reaching behind her to grab the beers from the bar while Bo handed cash to the bartender. Lets go find your wolfdog.
Ric, quite comfortable on the end of the U-shaped couch hed reserved for the four of them, was about to go looking for Blayne when she suddenly dropped into his lap and announced to them all, I heard people fucking in the bathroom!
Not sure how to respond to that, Ric simply reached for his German ale.
Good fucking or bad fucking? Gwen asked.
Blayne thought a moment, her eyes focused on the ceiling. She finally answered, Drunk fucking.
Ahhh.
Ric laughed. Blayne always made him laugh, which was why he cared so much about protecting her. His cousin and Dee-Ann may think it was perfectly acceptable to use Blayne as bait, but Ric didnt like it. Yet he admitted, at least to himself, that he did worry that if Blayne knew the truth, she might start doing things that would only put her in more danger. Or maybe shed cower in her apartment, afraid to ever come out. Or maybe shed do nothing at all. It was the wild card factor that made telling Blayne anything about this a risk. So, against his better judgment, he told her nothing and hoped that Dee-Ann was as good at her job as his cousin believed she was.
