Chapter 24
New Neighbors
Next to Fabien’s house was a three-story beige hacienda with a red Spanish tile roof and a balcony on the top floor. In front and back were luscious gardens and a fountain. The house had several radius windows. Fabien sat on the backyard patio smoking as he watched the family move in. He recognized them as the father and son who won five hundred million dollars.
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Fabien made French toast, sausages, scrambled eggs, and bacon for Craig and himself for breakfast the following day. Fabien wore a black shirt with the buttons open and jean cut-offs. They sat outside and ate as Fabien watched the house and noticed a bright red 1959 Cadillac in the driveway next to the brown minivan. They had Craig’s thrash metal music blasting as they ate.
Fabien: “Didn’t notice the Cadillac earlier.”
He sipped on his coffee.
Gus rolled in his underwear.
Gus: “Guess who got a job working at Voyage Burger?”
Fabien: “Craig?”
He snorted.
Gus: “No, me! I’m gonna be a cook!”
He raised his arms.
Gus: “Can we get a puppy?”
He finally said.
Fabien: “I don’t like dogs.”
He pulled a face.
Craig: “THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH DOGS?”
He yelled.
Fabien: “Everything.”
He rolled his eyes.
Craig: “How could you not like doggos?!”
He folded his arms and pouted. Fabien rolled his eyes.
Gus: “Can I get a kitten?”
Fabien: “I don’t like cats either. Tristan loves cats.”
He folded his arms and pouted.
Fabien: “The cat of his runs around the office, and I hope he destroys his computer.”
He growled.
Craig: “Yeah, me too!”
Someone pounded on the door. Fabien looked at the door and rose.
Gus: “If it’s a Girl Scout, can you buy some cookies?”
Fabien rolled his eyes. He opened the door to see Jaclyn in a 1950s polka-dot dress, cat-eye sunglasses, a large-brim hat, and heels. Fabien pulled a face at the stench. It smelled of rotten eggs, parmesan cheese, and burning tires.
Jaclyn: “Would you terribly mind turning that dreadful music off?! I am sunbathing and can’t properly admire myself!”
She scoffed and flipped her hair. Craig rose to join Fabien. He gaped at her and recoiled at a foul odor.
Craig: “Did somethin’ die in your shoes, lady?”
He scoffed and laughed at her. Her right eyebrow twitched.
Craig: “Dreadful?! Nah, I shan’t. What’s there to admire?”
He scoffed and went to the stereo to turn the volume up.
Jaclyn: “YOU CAVEMAN! TURN THAT AWFUL NOISE DOWN OR I WILL CALL THE POLICE!”
She bellowed. Fabien winced.
Fabien: “Who the Hell are you and what crawled up your ass and died?”
He snapped.
Jaclyn: “I’m your new neighbor, boy! I met Hector yesterday and knew he was my soulmate!”
She flipped her hair.
Craig: “Yeah, so what?”
He laughed at her.
Fabien: “He won the lottery, Craig. I think it’s clear what she’s after.”
Craig: “Oh, so she's a hooker?”
He laughed at her. Fabien snickered.
Jaclyn: “HOW DARE YOU?! I AM NO SUCH THING!”
She screamed.
Jaclyn: “Whatever. I don’t want to hear that awful trailer park trash music. Tell your moron boyfriend to turn it down or face the police.”
She flicked her fingers at Fabien. Fabien was unphased.
Craig: “Trailer trash?!?”
He flared and turned the volume up full blast.
Jaclyn: “TURN THAT OFF! TURN IT OFF!”
She bellowed at Craig.
Fabien: “Why don’t you get noise canceling headphones?!”
He yelled over the music. Jaclyn shoved Craig away and marched to the stereo to turn it off.
Craig: “Oi! Fuck you! Don't touch my stereo! Gonna need some stink canceling nose plugs to deal with you!”
Jaclyn: “Speak for yourself, you caveman! Your boots stink up this dump!”
She snapped as she picked up his work boots and threw them on the lawn.
Craig: “FUCK OFF!”
He rasped and glared at her.
Craig: “You’re lucky you ain’t a bloke, or I’d kick your ass right now! Lucky for you, I don’t hit chicks!”
He snarled at her.
Jaclyn: “How uncouth! You’re not a true gentleman! I am a lady and you are beneath me!”
She scoffed.
Craig: “Like you’re the queen or whatever. You ain’t the fuckin’ queen!”
He scoffed at her.
Jaclyn: “I AM a queen!”
She countered.
Gus: “I would like to point out your feet stink more than his. Craig’s feet stink but yours smell like roadkill!”
He grinned. Jaclyn’s face flamed red.
Craig: “YEAH! …Wait!”
He pouted.
Jaclyn: “ROADKILL?! HOW DARE YOU?! YOU LITTLE SLOTH BOY! ENOUGH WITH YOUR VICIOUS SLANDER ABOUT ME!”
She barked at him. Craig threw his head back and laughed at her, revelling in her tantrum.
Craig: “It ain’t slander if it’s true, princess!”
Jaclyn: “I will sue all of you for this! I don’t deserve this humiliation from the likes of you!”
She snapped at Craig.
While Craig and Jaclyn argued, Fabien was in his bedroom getting ready for work.
Craig: “Sue us for what? Your big stinkers?”
He cackled. Jaclyn bared her teeth and glared at Craig with rage.
Gus: “If you want quiet, knock him out with your stinky shoes! You won’t knock me out! I love stink! I smelled his stinky boots all night while he and Fabien fucked!”
He nodded. Craig threw his head back with laughter and amusement.
Jaclyn: “Be quiet, you little monkey!”
She bellowed and shoved Gus down.
Craig: “Oi! Fuck off, stink princess!”
Jaclyn: “You all should be grateful we don’t live in the dark ages or I would behead you for defying me!”
She pointed at Gus and Craig.
Craig: “You don’t gotta behead us to torture us, that stink is already enough!”
Jaclyn’s steel eyes burned like hot coals and her nostrils flared.
Jaclyn: “You will be hearing from my lawyers and the police, you trailer trash caveman!”
She shrieked.
Craig: “What are ya gonna sue me for? Bein’ wicked sick!”
He cackled.
Fabien stepped out in his Danny Donger’s uniform.
Fabien: “Would like to watch this in the peanut gallery but I have to go to work.”
Jaclyn: “Get your bogan boyfriend to apologize to me!”
She ordered.
Fabien: “No.”
He said tersely. Jaclyn’s jaw dropped. She spotted Craig’s vinyls, grabbed those, and threw them all on the lawn. Craig fumed at her.
Craig: “OI! FUCK OFF, STINK PRINCESS!”
He rasped at her. Jaclyn stomped on the records breaking them in half. Craig’s fury soared and he finally snapped, shoving her to the ground with a hard thud.
Craig: “FUCK YOU, STINKY BITCH!!”
He barked at her like a dog. Jaclyn crashed to the ground with a hard thud.
Jaclyn: “OOOPH!”
She glowered at Craig with hot fury.
Jaclyn: “YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!”
She stomped off back to her place.
Craig: “FUCK YOU, YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!”
Fabien looked at the records, snapped in half on the lawn.
Fabien: “I’ll get you new ones after work or tomorrow.”
He sighed. Craig turned to him and brightened.
Craig: “R-Really?”
He beamed.
Fabien: “Yes!”
He kissed his cheek.
Fabien: “I have to go to work. Be back tonight.”
He purred and rested his hand on his chest.
Craig: “All right… see you tonight.”
He kissed his cheek. Fabien smiled and strolled to his Shelby. He got in, started the car, and looked over his shoulder as he backed out of the driveway.
~
Jaclyn stormed back into the three-story hacienda angry as a hornet. She paced around raging and cursing in Russian. She entered a large, spacious living room with a couch and a big screen TV across from it, a baby grand piano, a bookcase on the far right, a divider near the big screen viewing area, and potted plants in each corner. There was a laundry room and bathroom combination by the stairway leading upstairs.
There were arch entryways leading to a large kitchen with a full bar and an island, and another with an elegant dining room with a long table and pierced splat chairs surrounding it. A large crystal chandelier hung over the dining room table. In the center of the two arch entryways was a large antique black China cabinet. Black drapes framed the windows and there with English Gothic floor candelabras on each side of the windows.
Harry sat in his armchair reading the paper.
Jaclyn: “The next-door neighbors are the worst! The big stupid oaf bogan assaulted me! I demand one of you contact your lawyer to do something about him!”
She bellowed. Hector came out of the kitchen eating an apple. Jaclyn’s fury rose at the sight of him. He’s worse than MAXWELL, she thought.
Jaclyn: “HECTOR! WHY ARE YOU STANDING THERE EATING AN APPLE?! DIDN’T YOU HEAR OF MY PLIGHT?!”
She barked. Hector giggled.
Hector: “Yup! Okay, sweetheart, we’ll find a lawyer and he will deal with your stinky feet!”
He chirped in his English accent. Jaclyn frothed at the mouth.
Jaclyn: “NO, YOU MORON! I WANT HIM TO DEAL WITH THEM!”
She pointed to Fabien’s house.
Hector giggled and picked up the phonebook.
Hector: “Do you want to get a pizza?”
Jaclyn: “Ugh, I don’t like pizza! Hector, FOCUS!”
She stomped her foot. Harry shoved her out of the way and thumbed through the phonebook to help Hector. He meant to find a lawyer to draw up his will. He saw ads for several law offices. He and Hector sat down as they browsed the ads. Jaclyn tapped her foot impatiently. Hector put his finger on the ad for “Trémaux Law Office.” The ad had Tristan dressed in his green three-piece suit, white pressed shirt, and green and gold paisley tie. He had his arms folded over his chest and was smiling pleasantly.
Hector: “Ooooh, she’s pretty!”
Harry chuckled. Jaclyn raised an eyebrow. Don’t tell me this moron has wandering eyes like Maxwell, she thought. She looked over and saw he was looking at Tristan.
Jaclyn: “That’s a man, Hector, and a fine one at that!”
She rolled her eyes.
Hector: “He’s pretty, then! Dad, call him! He can help Jaclyn use footpowder!”
He nodded. Harry laughed. Jaclyn fumed.
Jaclyn: “STOP THIS AT ONCE, HECTOR!”
She bellowed.
~
Tristan was in his office reading a book on the lounge chair with Oliver stretched out on his lap. He was dressed in a black Italian cut suit, light purple pressed shirt, dark purple tie, and black wingtip Oxfords. Someone knocked on his door.
Tristan: “Come in, please.”
He called. The door opened and Ivy came in. She wore a dark green bodycon sweater dress with lace and ribbon slits on each of the lower sides, a green ribbon choker, and black ankle strap heels. Tristan smiled when he saw her.
Tristan: “Hello, Ivy, what brings you by?”
He asked.
Ivy: “You said I could drop in anytime!”
Tristan: “I did! Always a pleasure to have your company.”
He nodded.
The phone rang.
Tristan: “Pick that up and hand it to me.”
He ordered and snapped to the phone. She nodded and picked up the receiver from its cradle and handed it to Tristan.
Tristan: “Trémaux Law Office, this is Tristan Trémaux speaking. How can I help you?”
Harry: “Good afternoon, Mr. Trémaux.”
He replied in a thick English accent.
Harry: “This is Harry Hunter. As you may have seen, my son, Hector, and I were on TV after we won the Jackpot Gold.”
Tristan nodded.
Tristan: “Y-Yes, Mr. Hunter, I have seen that commercial. Congratulations.”
Harry: “I would like to discuss my will and estate. Do you do those, sir?”
Tristan: “I do. Would you like to make an appointment?”
Harry: “I would like to book a consultation. We’re having an issue at home that might need your help.”
Tristan: “Of course.”
Harry: “Do you do in-home visits?”
Tristan: “Yes, I’d be delighted to accommodate you, sir. What is your address?”
He asked and snapped his fingers to point to his pen and paper. Ivy got those for him.
Harry: “It’s 95 Penrose Street. Would you be able to come now?”
Tristan wrote down his address.
Tristan: “Yes, of course, Mr. Hunter. I don’t have any appointments or court cases today.”
Harry: “Splendid. Be seeing you.”
He bid him farewell and cradled the receiver.
Tristan gently lifted Oliver off him and rose from the couch.
Tristan: “I have somewhere to go.”
Ivy: “Oh, I only just got here… and I was so excited to see you…”
She bowed her head with disappointment in her tone. Tristan observed her and grimaced, feeling bad.
Tristan: “Would you like to come with me?”
Ivy: “...Really? Is that allowed?”
She asked.
Tristan: “It’s a consultation. I am the boss and I say it’s allowed. You can wait in the car if you like.”
He said gently.
Ivy: “Sure, how long will it take?”
She asked.
Tristan: “I tend to have forty-five-minute consultations.”
He said evenly. Tristan got the blue silk scarf with gold branch designs that Ivy made for him and tied it in a Parisian knot around his neck. He put his black pea coat over himself, buttoned it up, and tucked in the scarf.
Ivy: “Oh, you’re wearing my scarf!”
She beamed. He nodded and smiled.
Tristan: “The gentleman seemed distressed. Deimos and I were laying on the couch last night discussing how we hate that they show the winners of the lottery on TV.”
He said as his voice trailed off.
Ivy: “Oh… yeah, I don’t know why they do that.”
She frowned.
Tristan: “Me neither. He is taking me out to dinner later tonight.”
He said and got her coat for her, which was a long black coat with black fur trim.
Ivy: “Oh, I see.”
She said numbly. Tristan put her coat on for her and rested his hands on her shoulders.
Tristan: “Don’t be upset; it will be fine.”
He whispered in her ear and opened the door for her.
Ivy: “Sure…”
She shivered a bit to his whisper. Tristan smirked at her and went downstairs.
Tristan: “Rosemary, I received a call for a forty-five-minute consultation. I will be back after that.”
He said to her as he left the office and led Ivy out to his car. He opened the door for her and smiled. Ivy got into the passenger’s seat and Oliver got on her lap. Tristan climbed into the driver’s seat, shut the door, and slid the key into the ignition. He started his car and looked behind his shoulder as he backed out of the parking lot and drove onto the road.
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When Tristan arrived at the Hunter’s place, he froze when he saw that bright red Cadillac in the driveway. He came to a roll and parked his car in front.
Tristan: “Would you like to come in with me?”
He asked her. Ivy frowned when she saw the Devil’s wheels.
Ivy: “...I think you need me for this.”
She nodded.
Tristan: “Yes…”
He got out of the car and opened the passenger’s door for her. She got out with Oliver following them up to the doorstep. Tristan knocked on the door. The door swung open and Harry greeted him.
Tristan: “Hello, Mr. Hunter—”
Harry fell over. Tristan gasped. Someone shoved him out of the way and Jaclyn stepped aside dressed in a strapless sequin red gown with purple gloves, a white fur boa, and red heels. She had a string of pearls around her neck. Tristan gaped at her. I knew it, he thought.
Jaclyn: “Hello, Tristan! This damsel is in his distress!”
She purred. She then looked down at Ivy and sneered at her. Ivy rolled her eyes at her.
Jaclyn: “What are you doing here, you green cow? Do you live with the pigs next door? Well, I am going to discuss my options of suing you all with Tristan!”
She snapped. Tristan glowered at her.
Ivy: “Good luck with that.”
Tristan: “What are you speaking of, Jaclyn?! Ivy is here with ME. She doesn’t live with your neighbors!”
He snapped.
Ivy: “That’s right, I’m here with Tristan.”
She bore her glare onto her.
Jaclyn: “That old man didn’t make the call for him but ME. Tristan, my neighbors are pigs! One of them assaulted me! They played dreadful music and I cannot admire myself as that trash plays! You have to do something!”
She cried. Ivy looked next door and noticed the records strewn over the lawn. Whoever owns those is a metal fan, she thought to herself.
Jaclyn led them to Fabien’s place. Tristan knelt to look at the records.
Tristan: “Who broke these?! These are rare vinyls!”
He exclaimed.
Jaclyn: “Does it matter, Tristan? Maybe the bogan did during his tantrum!”
She knocked on Fabien’s door. Craig answered.
Jaclyn: “Well, you trailer trash pig! I have my lawyer here to sue you!”
She flipped her hair and smirked.
Craig: “Fuck off, STINKER-BITCH!”
He spat at her. He then paused when he saw Tristan and Ivy.
Craig: “...Tristan?!”
Tristan: “These are rare vinyls! They’re hard to get and YOU broke them!”
He snapped at Jaclyn.
Craig: “Fuckin’ oath! She stomped all over em’ with her big stinkers!”
He fired at her and seethed. Ivy laughed at Craig’s remark and never thought she would see the day where she would side with Craig on something, but stranger things have happened.
Jaclyn: “Tristan, this bogan was blasting this trash and I couldn’t admire myself!”
Tristan: “And that gives you the right to damage his property? I personally love this music but no, you’re in the wrong and you owe him. If he wasn’t playing his music in the middle of the night, he was doing nothing wrong.”
He said firmly. Jaclyn’s jaw dropped.
Jaclyn: “Tristan, he assaulted me!”
She cried.
Ivy: “And what did you do to make him do that, Jaclyn?”
She challenged. Craig smirked.
Tristan: “Good question! And good! With the way you treat your mother and abused Lazaros, it’s about time he did something useful. Anyway, you owe him for these broken records. Do you need anything else?”
He smiled. Jaclyn stepped back as if a knife pierced her heart. Craig smirked and beamed widely.
Craig: “OHHHH! You got OWNED!”
He shot his arms up in the air and pointed at Jaclyn.
Jaclyn: “Tristan is doing this because IVY is here, you bogan oaf!”
She bellowed. Ivy rolled her eyes at her.
Tristan: “I can think for myself, thank you so much! What I am saying comes from the heart. You owe him. I know the value of these vinyls and you damaged them, therefore you owe him.”
He said evenly. Craig nodded at him.
Tristan: “Look, I am not Craig’s biggest fan but you’re in the wrong here. You antagonized him, and destroyed his property, so you have to reimburse him. If you don’t like him, why not move?”
He suggested and shrugged. Jaclyn clenched her fists into tight balls.
Jaclyn: “YOU GREEN-HAIRED PIG! YOU PUT HIM UP TO THIS!”
She bellowed at Ivy. Ivy glared at Jaclyn and winced at her getting in her face. Tristan stood in front of her.
Tristan: “Leave her out of this. I did this.”
He said firmly.
Craig: “Suck it Cracklyn! YOU broke my rare records with your big stinkers ‘n now you gotta pay!”
He pointed at her. Jaclyn bared her teeth at Craig. First, I failed at killing Maxwell and now this?! She thought. Ivy read her thoughts and raised an eyebrow
Jaclyn: “THIS ISN’T OVER, YOU CAVEMAN!”
She stormed back to her house.
Tristan: “...It never is…”
He muttered under his breath.
Ivy: “Welcome to her never-ending shitlist. All I had to do was breathe.”
She said dryly.
Craig: “Pfft, she doesn’t scare me! Bring it on, bitch!”
Celeste hung upside down from a tree branch with a jar of bubblegum Funny Feet.
Celeste: “This should do the trick.”
She suggested. Craig looked over at her and laughed.
Craig: “Holy shit, how do you keep appearing like that?”
Tristan: “Oh, hey, Celeste. Unfortunately, that will not get these vinyls back. I’m uncertain if they can be bought again. Perhaps Andreas would have them or specially order them.”
He cupped his chin. Craig pouted and folded his arms across his chest.
Craig: “...Andreas gave me those records.”
Tristan: “Did you witness this?”
He asked her. She released her legs and landed on her feet.
Celeste: “Yeah. Okay, so Craig was playing the music at eleven o’ clock in the morning. Jaclyn comes over and asks him to turn it down. It wasn’t that loud. She screams at him, threatens to sue, goes in to turn off the stereo, shoves him and shoves Gus, and she breaks his record collection.”
Tristan nodded. Just as I thought, he thought.
Tristan: “She started this. No lawyer worth their salt would look at this case.”
He stated.
Craig: “No shit she started this! She started it when she assaulted my nostrils with her stink when she came onto my property!”
Celeste: “Also, I was at Danny Donger’s. Some guy is having a birthday party or a party of some sort and Fabien brought his cake out to him. He was naked.”
Tristan: “...How is this relevant to what we were discussing?”
Craig’s heart sank.
Craig: “WHAT?!”
He grabbed his car keys and marched over to his car.
Celeste: “Where are you going, Craig?”
She asked him.
Craig: “To show that asshole who’s boss! Fabien is mine!”
He said doggedly and sped off.
Tristan: “Celeste, why did you bring this up?”
He asked impatiently, getting a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Celeste: “ ‘cause Blair, Ashley, Blake, Yoshi, and I were eating there and I overheard that fat dude say he wanted to see YOU in the Danny Donger’s uniform.”
She said to Tristan. Tristan froze. N-No, it can’t be him, he thought. I certainly have my fair share of admirers, so it’s someone else, right? He wondered with fear. Ivy read his thoughts and knit her eyebrows.
Ivy: “...Who is it, Tristan?!”
She asked with uncertainty in her tone.
Tristan: “Celeste, would you take Ivy home and look after replacing those records? I will bill Jaclyn later.”
He said darkly. Ivy’s worry grew more and she gave Tristan a look.
Ivy: “What’s going on, Tristan?!”
She asked.
Tristan: “You should go home, Ivy.”
He echoed. Ivy knit her eyebrows, feeling a mix of worry and hurt that he wouldn’t let her in as Deimos hadn’t before.
Celeste: “I’m coming with you, Tristan! Ashley, Blair, Blake, and Yoshi are still there!”
She exclaimed.
Tristan: “Why did you leave them there?! Why do you do this?!”
He snapped. Ivy’s worry grew more.
Celeste: “I don’t know! I wanted to tell Craig and you about it!”
She countered.
Ivy: “What’s going on?! Who is this and why are they so dangerous?!”
She pressed.
Tristan: “Ivy, if I call a cab, will you go to my place with Oliver and wait for me?”
He asked her with pleding eyes. Ivy relented with a sigh.
Ivy: “...All right, but promise me you will be back unscathed.”
Tristan handed Oliver to her.
Tristan: “I promise.”
He said softly.
Before Tristan headed to his car, Harry rushed over to him, panting and out of breath.
Harry: “My apologies, Mr. Trémaux! Thanks for dealing with… that. Would you come to discuss what I really wanted?”
He asked. Tristan drew a long breath.
Tristan: “I will have to postpone this, Mr. Hunter. Would you come into my office tomorrow at ten o’clock?”
He handed him his business card. Harry took it and nodded.
Harry: “I think that would be best.”
Tristan: “Thank you. Be seeing you.”
He marched to his car and got in.
~
At Danny Donger’s, Fabien brought out a cake with sparklers in it and he was completely naked. Blair, Blake, Ashley, and Yoshi sat watching it. Blair and Yoshi were uncomfortable. Blake buried his head into his menu with discomfort and annoyance. Why am I here? Where the hell is Celeste? He thought to himself. Ashley shifted in their seat as a random intrusive thought washed over them, thinking of Lazaros bringing them a cake naked.
Fabien brought the cake over to an obese white man with black eyes, and large glasses that hung over his bulbous nose. He had a cleft chin and wore his dark blond receding hair swept to the side. They wore a brown and yellow-brown striped polo shirt, brown dress pants, and brown loafers. As Fabien drew closer, the man rose, put his arms around him, and tickled his tummy and sides. Fabien split into giggles. The man licked his lips and tickled Fabien’s cock. Fabien laughed and moaned a bit, looking away with discomfort.
Suddenly, the doors burst open as Craig barged in, mad as a hornet. His fury soared when he saw the man’s large, pudgy fingers all over Fabien.
Craig: “OI! GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY MAN, YOU WHALE!”
He barked at him, marching up to them. The man raised his coal-black eyes to lock his gaze onto Craig.
Man: “Who are you, some wannabe? I paid for this party, and I paid for this service so I’m getting it with a smile! Capice?”
He replied with a posh English accent and smirked.
Man: “The only thing that would make this better is if Tristan Trémaux is in the Danny Donger’s uniform serving me so if you can make that happen, I will let him go.”
He smiled at Craig, holding Fabien close to him and groping his penis. Craig’s ire soared.
Craig: “GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM!”
He shrieked and charged at him.
Before Craig could land a punch, someone slammed their fist into him and sent him crashing into the jukebox. Fabien cupped his mouth. Blair froze and his heart hammered in his chest. What do I do?! What do I do?! Where is Celeste?! He wondered. Blake grabbed Ashley’s arm.
Blake: “...We need to get out of here, now.”
He whispered to them. Ashley swallowed hard and nodded and turned to Blair and Yoshi, signaling to leave.
Fabien: “Craig!”
He cried and rose to rush to him. The man grabbed his arm and sat him down.
Man: “No, no, no…”
He shook his forefinger at him. They heard glass crunching under someone’s shoe. It was a tall extremely muscular Asian woman dressed in a rainbow dress with large rainbow boots.
Man: “Meet Darashinai, ex-metalhead! She will take goood care of you.”
He smirked. Craig looked up at her and laughed.
Craig: “Fuckin’ seriously?! You need a chick to fight your battles for you?!”
He asked as he staggered to his feet.
Darashinai: “Damn, you’re totally hot and we would fuck if I didn’t have to fight you, dude!”
She delivered a blow that sent him flying into the big screen TV. Fabien cupped his mouth as the man tightened his grip on his arm. He turned to Blake, Blair, Yoshi, and Ashley.
Man: “You all leave, you die!”
He growled and sat back. Ashley’s heart sank and they clung to Blake and Blair.
Man: “Enjoy my party! The celebration? I’m coming back to visit my two old friends…”
He smiled at them. Blair trembled in his seat and clung to Ashley. Ashley looked up at Blake who stood in front of them to shield them.
Ashley: “Don’t try anything, Blake! I get really, really bad vibes from him!”
They whispered.
The door opened and they heard footsteps. Tristan and Celeste entered the premise. The corpulent man turned to Tristan and Celeste. His eyes lit up when he saw Tristan who bore his hateful glare on him and tried to hide his apprehension.
Man: “MON TRISTAN! My word, you look hotter now then you did when you were seventeen. I knew my Schmoodar was going off!”
He purred. Tristan narrowed his eyes at him.
Man: “Please tell me you have the Danny Donger’s uniform under all those lame and boring clothes.”
He folded his arms over his chest and tilted his head.
Tristan: “Don’t be ridiculous. We came here to retrieve our friends. Let them go, Dougal Springer.”
He growled. Dougal chuckled.
Dougal: “How cute…”
He licked his lips and drank Tristan in.
~
Deimos was in his Ferrari Testarossa speeding down the road. He went to Tristan’s and after what Ivy told him he knew he was back and he couldn’t let Tristan face him without his protection.
Deimos: “I am coming, Tristan…!”
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