43 Famine The Bartender (1/2)

We returned to the Wisteria Garden Squad's mansion and bar area that Trix had termed the Gold Leaf Bar. I frowned at the mention of the name, thinking back on Leinard's conversation with that Hunter man.

”Oi!” Trix threw a balled up tea towel at my face from behind the bar.

His earlier foul mood seemed to have abated, and att.i.tude towards us was back to his tacky casualness.

”Hey! Git!” I threw it back at him. ”What's your problem with us anyway?”

”Problem with you? I don't have one.” Trix innocently answered.

”Bull! You basically threatened me back at the Stasis Theatre with the whole, 'I'm gonna watch you like a hawk' bull c.r.a.p!” I snapped at him. ”The whole time you've been cranky as h.e.l.l.”

”Oh. Is that how you saw it?” Trix scratched his chin thoughtfully. ”Well, I guess I was testing for your reaction.”

”Say what?” I blinked, nonplus.

”You're an easy squeeze when it comes to getting a heated reaction. So, emotionally charged.” Trix flashed me a tacky smile and his bad excuse. ”If you were mine, I'll make sure to see all reactions from you.”

”Since he isn't. Don't tease him any more.” Leinard stepped into the bar area with a glare directed to his brother. ”You don't have the privilege to push Famine's b.u.t.tons.”

”Privilege? What?” I was looking confused by the minute. ”What the heck is wrong with you brothers? Do you have something of screw loose?”

Trix chuckled, turned and found his eyes locked in with Death's intense glare.

”How's it going Big Brother?” Trix tried to change the subject and found himself gulping at Death's continued silent stare.

Death opened his mouth, leaned suggestively forward towards the man and let out a ripper of his second voice that made the tacky captain recall backwards with an instant hit of pain to his temples.

”Okay! I won't tease him any more!” Trix bellowed with pain.

Death stopped his voice. I felt smug and proud of my big brother's intervention.

War groaned and helped himself to a mug of ale. He caught sight of Saku and the others of the squad ambling down the leaf stairs towards the bar area; took his mug of ale to greet them.

Death and Trix began a heated conversation about what it meant to being model citizens and dutiful big brothers.

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I was left with Leinard who sat next to me with a pouting expression, obviously still p.i.s.sed about the note Colin gave me.

”So, those kisses.” His voice was deep and seething.

”Oh come on! Colin was damaged, we were fighting banshees, in the past mind you, and I just realised I could heal by kissing. I needed him to get me out of there. So, I did what I could.” I defended my honour. ”Besides, we weren't even something back then.”

Leinard sighed. ”I guess you need to learn how to heal without kissing. Trix can teach you that.”

He flashed me a coy look. ”You think we're something?”

My heart raced with yearning for him. I nodded and downed my ginger beer. Leinard leaned over the counter to pour a gla.s.s of ale from the tap. He placed it before me.

”I'm not drinking that. I'll pa.s.s out.”

”Fine.” Leinard grabbed the gla.s.s and downed it in one go.

I gawked with my jaw dropping at how perfectly fine he looked. The rest of Trix's squad entered the bar area, making the place a smaller fit.

”Hey Famine.” Lita patted my back as she took the other free stool next to me. ”Want me to make you a drink?”

”h.e.l.l no!” I instantly blurted that sent the entire squad laughing.

”Spoil sport.” She pouted and turned her drink offer to Ryoko who was unable to say no.