~~Young~~

Chapter Thirteen

   He had the barest moment of relief when she reached the next corner, thinking that maybe she just might have grown some sense seeing the testosterone filled room. But no, no sooner than the thought came to his mind she spun on her heel, stuffed her hands in her pockets and crossed the street.

   Twitchy didn’t miss that, hadn’t missed a single move she had made.

   Gage cursed and looked for a less inconspicuous way to approach her, to drag her the hell away from there and get her some place safe.

   Oh yes, because his mere presence here was so ordinary, like she wouldn’t know exactly why he was here.

   Fuck it, better for her to be pissed and in one piece then unaware and…and…

   He could see the headline on the news in the morning thinking about what those filthy mortals would do to her “Unexplained temperature drop on the northeast side of Vancouver last night…”

   He could hear the bricks under his feet cracking from the frost already.

   He needed clothes, or a shirt at least seeing it was closer to winter then summer and using the excuse that he was just hot- though really he was far fucking from it- wasn’t a very valid one.

   Two more-fully clothed- degenerates stumbled out the door, said their goodbyes to the thinner of the two men, and made a beeline for the alley next to Gage.

   Perfect.

   He glanced at Sera- she was still two doors down from the bar so he had a few moments- and then leapt off the roof into the lane beside him. His boots hit the ground with a thud causing the two men to spin around wide eyed despite their surely dulled senses. Ah, but paranoia can have that effect now can’t it? As the transaction Gage just interrupted proved, it didn’t matter appearances, illegal acts still sharpened the senses.

   “Hey boys, I’d like to borrow a couple of things if I could.”

   Without giving them the chance to form an answer out of their flapping jaws- most likely because of the sight of Gage’s wings crumpling up and disappearing into his back- he grabbed the two of them by their collars and whacked their heads together. Easy enough, like that they were both in dream land. And with the added benefit of concussions then they were both likely to think they imagined Gage, or at least his wings. 

   He grabbed the jacket off of one, it was leather, black not brown but it would do. He turned out the pockets, dumping the contents in the man’s unconscious lap not having any need for the drugs he was peddling, and considered the rest of his outfit. He was going to steal his shirt too but just couldn’t get himself to wear something that said “Sarcasm, just one more service I provide” so he rolled the other man over for his slightly less offensive polo…even if he couldn’t stand the things. Why bother? If you’re going to wear a t-shirt wear a t-shirt, don’t try to fake some class by wearing a t-shirt with a collar. Just wear the fucking button up and be done with it. And why did they all always have to have these ghastly stripes on them?

   Beggars couldn’t be choosers though and after swiping his cap as well- oh the Canucks, that’s what the whale was for- he took off down the alley towards the bar. He stuffed his own hands in his jean pockets and slowed to a saunter as he exited, just in time to see the bouncer questioning the validity of Sera’s identification.

   And as an unfortunate side note, Twitchy was nowhere to be found.

   He crept up behind her and stopped, as if he was waiting for his turn with the big guy and listened to their exchange.