"What a fucking mess."

From the roof of Edges apartment building, the city looked slow, prodding.  Traffic moved at a crawl to Blackjack.

He was still 'rushing' from everything that had happened tonight.

"Why didn't he just summon her to the circle?  Why would they think that callign her would fuckin' work?"

He swigged the beer again and nursed the ( Read more... )

The bar was closed for the night.  It was late, almost sunrise.  So, maybe early, if you think like that.

Which, of course, Shane did.  It was still early in the night for him.

He looked around, the pictures he'd hung, his mashed thumbs.  The kind offer from a man who was more a Knight than he could ever be.

And the fruit of that offer.  The new ( Read more... )

They shook hands, and the Priest walked out of the shop.

Ramrod took up the ratchet, sat on the floor next to the Harley, and resumed the tune up.

The Sanctified must be hard up for support.  That's the second time in four months they've hit me up.

He began tightening the engine block, making sure the bolt was secured with just the right amount of ( Read more... )

( The teams took the field. )

Odbur sat on the plush couch.  He had no idea where he was, what was going on, why he was there, or even who's home he was in.  The person had asked him to come over.  He knew that much was for certain.

But the past few months have been rough on him.  He still wasn't used to the primitives of this time period, and their archaic views of science and ( Read more... )

Ramrod thrummed the engine of the '36 Knucklehead Harley, and rode off down the hill.  The Truck paced behind him, and he made his way to the shop.  He could see them behind him, he knew they were watching him, so he showed them what he could do.

He showed them that he knew how to ride.

Steel knows the deal.  Good.  He'll be useful.  He's been ( Read more... )

( The old church rose high above the filthy streets of the old city of Knoxville. )

OK, Dex.  What the fuck am I waitin' here for?

He'd sat there for at least four nights by now, bikes, cars, trucks all waited for him back at the shop, waiting to be fixed.  And again, he wouldn't get to them for another night.

I'll bet that Bertie is just waiting to get his hands on that GTO I got in last week.  That dumbfuck'll make shit outta ( Read more... )

He didn't put much thought into the idea at all.

He figured a knight needs a horse.  So I'll just get a horse.

He never thought about where the fuck he was gonna put it.

Or how the fuck he would learn to ride it, either.

And, never really considered the possibility that it was really another fae stuck in the body of a horse because of some sort of ( Read more... )

*clinnnnkkkPOPPPP*

*gurple*

*gurple*

-uRRRpppp-

Having been opened and gulped from, the beer was set down on the toilet bowl.

Blackjack tried, mostly in vain, to find a comfortable position in the small, dingy, stained, moldy porcelin basin that Edge called a bathtub.

The closest he could get was with his back flat on the bottom, head running up ( Read more... )