“You are a dick, and I don’t think I like you.”
Chris growled the words while leaning with arms braced on his bar.
“I have a mighty fine dick, thank you very much, and I really don’t care what you think.” Astika stared at the bartender as he answered with all the sarcasm he could muster. “I just need some information and some quiet, and in that order.”
“I can tell you the same thing I told your contacts. I don’t have the information you seek no matter what your family told you” -- the bartender began to grin a little maniacally -- “but boy, do I have the perfect drink for you.”
“I don’t drink.”
“Maybe you should start.” This came from what must be the bastard of a bartender’s wife, the Naga decided. She peeked out from behind the swinging doors to the kitchen before she disappeared again, no doubt to fry up some small, defenseless creature for consumption. “It just might soften your disposition a bit.”
Everyone knew that the vampires who operated this bar worked as a team, and it was said that the female was often more trouble than the male.
“I really don’t care if you do or if you don’t” -- the vampire shrugged inelegantly -- “but I have to agree with her and say that maybe drinking would improve your attitude.” Chris gave him his words back, smiling as a small frown curved down the ends of Astika’s rather thin lips. “You came into my bar tossing your name and title around and demanding things, Naga, and it is my job as the best bartender in the tristate area to see to it that you leave with exactly what you need.”
“But not what I want.”
“Buddy, haven’t you heard that you can’t always get what you want?” called a youngish female voice.
The reluctant customer felt his frown grow deeper as he looked around the place. There were two small children staring back at him. It was the girl child who had spoken the sarcastic words, her brown eyes glowing as she stared up at him. Her brown hair was styled into two ponytails, and she had the same countenance as Chris, the bearded asshole of a bartender who refused to give him straight answers.
She appeared to be around seven or eight -- with vampires it was hard to tell the age of their young ones -- but her eyes looked ancient.
The boy child was a bit smaller than her, with dark blond hair and green eyes and looked just like the female who popped out of the kitchen earlier to add sage bits of advice. The family resemblance was stunning.
But the young male vamp said nothing about the antics of the adults, merely shaking his head at their childish behavior. He absently rolled a chess piece between two fingers before boldly reaching out to the board that sat between him and the small female who could only be his sister. He then blithely moved her queen a box over before making his own move. “Checkmate,” he declared, his face looking as innocent as a preacher’s daughter.
“Cheater!” his sister squawked, turning back to their game, and then the familial arguing commenced as the pair proceeded to ignore the adults once more.
“You make that sound like a threat.” The blue-haired Naga ignored the goings-on of the young ones and focused his attention on the bartender again.
“It sounds like fact to me.” Chris sucked at his front fangs as he reached for a collection of tall bottles and a metal shaker. “You would do well to listen.”
Then with a few deft moves, Chris made the bottles dance.
It was an art form the way the muscular brunet juggled three uncapped bottles, tossing them over his head, behind his back, and twisting them in midair, never allowing a drop to spill where it wasn’t supposed to.
Finally, in short, controlled flicks of his wrist, measured amounts of liquor were poured midjuggle into a tall metal shaker. Once the proper amounts were reached, he flipped the bottles back into their places and took up the metal container.
The bartender capped it and began to shake it gently as he eyed the blue-haired man. After a moment and a few considering looks, he placed the shaker on the bar and retrieved a tall, frosty glass. He poured the pale-colored mixed drink with flourish. And after a final squirt of juice from his bar gun, he whipped out a cherry from its dispenser and tossed it into the glass before he slid the drink in front of the frowning blue-haired man.
“Not impressed?” Chris asked, flashing just a bit of fang from behind his neatly trimmed mustache as he grinned widely at his customer.
The Naga just glared.
“Too bad.” He attempted to sound remorseful and failed. “And I gave you the free show and everything.”
“I don’t drink.”
“You will drink this.” Chris chuckled. “After all, it was tailor-made just for you.”
The man reached out with long, thin fingers and tapped at the condensation beading up on the glass before him. He pulled it closer to himself, eyeing the slightly blue liquid, before inhaling deeply. He raised an eyebrow as he again turned to stare at Chris.
“I’m not getting anything out of you until I drink this, right?”
“Smarter than you look.” And from the look in Chris’s eye, his estimation of him put him somewhere between arrogant ass and airhead lackey.
He looked behind Chris to stare at the mirrored wall behind the bar and tilted his head, trying to see what the vampire was seeing.
He had long, flowing deep blue hair -- not the electric stuff you find in bottles, but a deep dark blue that had subtle purple highlights. His eyes were beetle black, no light escaping and allowing no emotions to show. His nose was rather aquiline, his nostrils thin and flaring, his face narrow with a slightly pointy chin.
His body gave off a useless-pretty-boy facade as well; he was thin and tall with a model’s body and tight musculature.
But most damning was that he was quite feminine in the face.
He knew he was the epitome of the word twink
He appeared childlike but was saved from being almost too cute to be male by his height, the thin lips, and attitude.
“Gee, thanks,” he deadpanned before lifting the drink to his mouth. “What is this called, anyway?”
“Well, they don’t have a drink called jackass yet, so I did you one better. This, my friend, is perfect for you. It’s called an Absolut fucker.”
“I am not your friend.” The Naga paused with the drink in his hand, nearly to his lips. “And you may call me Astika.”
He frowned again.
The kids chuckled.
Astika shrugged, lifted the glass fully to his lips, and was just about to take his first tentative sip when the doors to the bar exploded open and a terrified shriek filled the air.
“He’s going to eat me!”
Before the blue-haired Naga could move off his bar stool, what appeared to be a fall of silver highlighted blue hair slammed into his chest and burrowed beneath his arms, hiding as best as it could.
Astika’s black eyes widened as he stared down at the female -- male -- creature that was now trying to do its best to burrow under his shirt, shivering in what smelled like fear and...and french fries?
“What the hell...?”
“He’s going to chop me up into little bits and eat me with malted vinegar and salt!”
By now the smaller creature had managed to work its way behind Astika, pulling along with him what had to be yards of hair and a slim, compact body. He somehow managed to get all that hair and his small frame underneath the back of Astika’s shirt.
Astika’s muscles tensed as he caught a wisp of very real fear and cooking oil.
He looked up at the brunet barkeep. Chris’s blue eyes were wide in disbelief, his mouth open enough to show more than a hint of fang as he leaned on the bar. One finger was still in the air as if poised to make a point, and he was bending aggressively forward, his eyes locked on Astika and the thing that was trying its best to burrow into him from behind.
No help there, Astika realized before he began the delicate feat of turning without destroying his human clothing and extracting the little...thing that was now shivering and blubbering behind him.
“Scaler! He had a fish scaler and a fillet knife!”