out of place in front of their clique.
Thor introduced them, “This is Courtney, but she spells her name with a K and no U. And this is Sue, but she spells it like the Indian tribe with the chicks you used to dig.” The girls laughed harder than Tyr, who wished he’d never told Thor that story.
“Hi girls, I’m Tyr. I spell it like the Norse god of heroic glory.”
Thor was a little shocked to hear Tyr throw out his true name so quickly. The girls gave confused laughter and faked an understanding, having no idea how to spell Tyr’s name. Tyr decided to go for broke.
“I was born in the year 1000 give or take a few decades. That was in England, I believe. I was made a vampire somewhere around age… twenty-five or however old you figure I look now. I’ve been a vampire ever since and I kill somebody at least every week. Usually a lot more, just for shits.” He said all this in a casual, matter of fact voice that left both girls in stitches.
“Oh!” he added. “And I turned Thor here into a vampire about a hundred years ago.”
“Thor?” said Kortney, playfully squinting her eyes in skepticism. “I thought his name was Doug.”
Thor figured as long as they were being so open, he might as well join the fun, “I use fake names when I’m with mortals. We pick up new aliases every few years.”
No going back now. These were tonight’s drains. Tyr and Thor both bore their fangs and gave smiles. Kortney and Sioux reacted with oohs and ahs.
“So do you have to get back to your coffin when the sun comes up?” asked Kortney.
Tyr laughed, “That’s a stupid myth. Do you know how pissed I’d be if I had to lock myself up like that every day? I’ll just go to my house where I’ve got big fuckin’ curtains.”
“Hey, that’s no fair,” said Kortney, “If you’re gonna be a vampire, you can’t just make up your own rules. What about garlic and crosses and holy water?”
Thor took a turn, “Bullshit, bullshit, quasi-bullshit.”
“Quasi-bullshit?” Kortney laughed, “What hell is quasi-bullshit?”
“Long story,” said Tyr. “Not worth telling. It’s basically bullshit. Ninety percent of what you’ve heard is probably bullshit.”
Sioux gave a puppy-dog sad face and flirted, “Even the stuff about female slaves?”
“Woah.” Thor jumped in, making a big show of nudging Tyr with his elbow. “Look at Tyr landing his teeth already. She wants you, man!”
Sioux smiled and faked a blush, “Even if I did, I’d be S.O.L. In case you haven’t heard, vampires can’t have sex.”
Tyr and Thor chuckled. “Yeah, so we’re told,” said Thor. “And secondhand smoke causes cancer and a cell phone can blow up a gas station. You wanna get fucked by a vampire right now?”
Tyr and Thor piled into a limousine with Kortney and Sioux in their respective laps. Kortney and Sioux were drunk, and Tyr and Thor—having had sixty or seventy shots each—were a little buzzed as well, but their blood flowed differently than mortal blood and they never reached the level the girls were at.
Tyr was having genuine fun, and it had been a long time since he’d really felt that. Thor had always brought it out in him. He’d had a good relationship with Thor even before the kid was a vampire. Even when they were dressed in leather chaps and carrying six-shooters with old man Locke just aching to have them shot.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“It was them damned travelers from south of here went off with ‘em,” Al said, scrambling around his brothel in the morning in search of the missing whores, “They was all over ‘em last night while you was tossin’ yer money at ‘em, and now they done taked off with Mindy and Mitsey and God knows where all of ‘em’s ended up. Elopin’ or some vile such thing”
“Nah, Pops. I don’t figure ‘em for the type,” Michael lied, not knowing at all what manner of men these were but defending them out of an odd respect for Loki he couldn’t really justify. “They’s
Thor introduced them, “This is Courtney, but she spells her name with a K and no U. And this is Sue, but she spells it like the Indian tribe with the chicks you used to dig.” The girls laughed harder than Tyr, who wished he’d never told Thor that story.
“Hi girls, I’m Tyr. I spell it like the Norse god of heroic glory.”
Thor was a little shocked to hear Tyr throw out his true name so quickly. The girls gave confused laughter and faked an understanding, having no idea how to spell Tyr’s name. Tyr decided to go for broke.
“I was born in the year 1000 give or take a few decades. That was in England, I believe. I was made a vampire somewhere around age… twenty-five or however old you figure I look now. I’ve been a vampire ever since and I kill somebody at least every week. Usually a lot more, just for shits.” He said all this in a casual, matter of fact voice that left both girls in stitches.
“Oh!” he added. “And I turned Thor here into a vampire about a hundred years ago.”
“Thor?” said Kortney, playfully squinting her eyes in skepticism. “I thought his name was Doug.”
Thor figured as long as they were being so open, he might as well join the fun, “I use fake names when I’m with mortals. We pick up new aliases every few years.”
No going back now. These were tonight’s drains. Tyr and Thor both bore their fangs and gave smiles. Kortney and Sioux reacted with oohs and ahs.
“So do you have to get back to your coffin when the sun comes up?” asked Kortney.
Tyr laughed, “That’s a stupid myth. Do you know how pissed I’d be if I had to lock myself up like that every day? I’ll just go to my house where I’ve got big fuckin’ curtains.”
“Hey, that’s no fair,” said Kortney, “If you’re gonna be a vampire, you can’t just make up your own rules. What about garlic and crosses and holy water?”
Thor took a turn, “Bullshit, bullshit, quasi-bullshit.”
“Quasi-bullshit?” Kortney laughed, “What hell is quasi-bullshit?”
“Long story,” said Tyr. “Not worth telling. It’s basically bullshit. Ninety percent of what you’ve heard is probably bullshit.”
Sioux gave a puppy-dog sad face and flirted, “Even the stuff about female slaves?”
“Woah.” Thor jumped in, making a big show of nudging Tyr with his elbow. “Look at Tyr landing his teeth already. She wants you, man!”
Sioux smiled and faked a blush, “Even if I did, I’d be S.O.L. In case you haven’t heard, vampires can’t have sex.”
Tyr and Thor chuckled. “Yeah, so we’re told,” said Thor. “And secondhand smoke causes cancer and a cell phone can blow up a gas station. You wanna get fucked by a vampire right now?”
Tyr and Thor piled into a limousine with Kortney and Sioux in their respective laps. Kortney and Sioux were drunk, and Tyr and Thor—having had sixty or seventy shots each—were a little buzzed as well, but their blood flowed differently than mortal blood and they never reached the level the girls were at.
Tyr was having genuine fun, and it had been a long time since he’d really felt that. Thor had always brought it out in him. He’d had a good relationship with Thor even before the kid was a vampire. Even when they were dressed in leather chaps and carrying six-shooters with old man Locke just aching to have them shot.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“It was them damned travelers from south of here went off with ‘em,” Al said, scrambling around his brothel in the morning in search of the missing whores, “They was all over ‘em last night while you was tossin’ yer money at ‘em, and now they done taked off with Mindy and Mitsey and God knows where all of ‘em’s ended up. Elopin’ or some vile such thing”
“Nah, Pops. I don’t figure ‘em for the type,” Michael lied, not knowing at all what manner of men these were but defending them out of an odd respect for Loki he couldn’t really justify. “They’s
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