Outside the Caritas

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

It was the day after Christmas, and the boys were back from Jersey. No one knew exactly what they were doing there, since they didn't seem to have much family to speak of, but it didn't really matter. They were huddled under an awning outside Caritas, figuring the bar had a better clientle than the store, openly smoking a bowl. Perhaps they were taking advantage of the holiday spirit, or perhaps they were just that dumb. It didn't really matter. They were here if anyone wanted to harass them do a little business.

[[Come play with me?]]

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[demonbelthazor]

Spending the day after Christmas being almost as bored as on the actual day itself, Belthazor wandered through town, looking for something to do. He considered stopping by the hotel to see if he could book a room for New Year's Eve, but decided to do that tomorrow.

Maybe there was someone humiliating themselves something interesting to do at Caritas.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Jay and Bob spotted the guy on his way into the bar. Jay flagged him down. "Hey, motherfucker, what's up?" Bob waved to him with a lighter in one hand and the bowl in the other.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel paused, tilting his head as he looked at Jay and Bob. "What, are you friends with Marty or Angel?" he snapped, wondering what the reason for the name-calling was.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Bob frowned, then opened his eyes wide before elbowing his friend. "What, stupid fat fuck...? Did you say Marty? Wasn't that the name of that punk ass who was all up on us about that hot chick? We're not friends with him. Though we did meet some fucking angels once. Is this one all gay and shit? 'cause they seemed kinda," Jay did a 'limp wrist' imitation, "until they shot the hell outta the church."

Bob nodded along with his friend.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel blinked and tried to parse what Jay had said. "Neither Marty nor Angel are friends of mine," he said. "As for the 'gay and shit,' part, I know an angel who apparently is, and as for Angel, well, he did hit on half the guys in school."

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Well we've never met this Angel fucker. THe ones we knew had real names. And got the fuck shot out of them or their heads exploded." Bob nods along with Jay. "It was actually pretty fuckin' cool."

Bob offered Bel the bowl. Seemed like a pretty decent guy. And maybe he'd buy some.

[demonbelthazor]

"Angel's head exploding is something I could get behind," Bel said, grinning. He peered at the bowl. "What's that?"

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

"That?" Jay looked at the bowl. "That, my good man, is some grade A Mexican marijuana. Dope, weed, grass, whatever the fuck you call it. Wanna hit?"

Bob smiled. It really was the good stuff.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel laughed. "That wouldn't even give me a pleasant tingle," he said. "Stuff where I come from is a hell of a lot stronger than that. Needs to be for people like me. But I don't know if humans could handle it."

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Both Jay and Bob looked fascinated. "You think... you think you could get us some of that shit? Cause that'd be fuckin' awesome man. We'll help you 'splode this fucker's head, we got connections, man. HIgh, fucking up."

Bob nodded vigoursly. He mimed a kiss, then pointed to Jay with one hand, and the sky with the other.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel looked around to make sure no one was around to listen. "Tell you what...I can get some for you, but I'm not responsible for what you do with it...and in return, all I want is for you to make life as miserable as possible for Marty and Angel. Whatever you want. Harass them, mock them...whatever."

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

The two men listened attentively. They didn't know this Angel character, but they did know Marty, and they didn't like him. Even though it was all Jay's fault in the first place. "We can do that. Sounds like a stupid motherfucker anyhow," Jay answered with a nod.

Bob nudged Jay, miming confusion. Jay translated, "My tubby friend here wants to know what the shit-head angel looks like. He got wings or some shit?

[demonbelthazor]

"He's just a little shorter than me," Bel said. "Dark hair, constantly looks like he's brooding not that that could easily describe me, too. His hair has a tendency to stick straight up. If you hear someone singing Manilow -- badly -- that's him."

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

"Motherfucker sings Manilow?? Hell, I'd fuck with him even if you didn't ask me. Stupid gay-ass faggots. Tubby here likes Manilow." Bob rolled his eyes. He shook his head, denying anything of the sort.

"Alright. You get us the shit, we fuck with Marty and Angel-boy. Sounds like a motherfuckin' plan!" Jay was nodding and bouncing. He liked fucking with people, and he liked weed. This was a win-win situation.

[demonbelthazor]

"Deal," Bel said, hoping he understood correctly between the swearing and slurs. "I'll see what I can get my hands on and bring it to you by tomorrow night. And then you two can fuck with them all you want. Just keep me out of it."