I glanced over at the guy next to me. ‘Doesn’t go for other men’ eh? Spaghetti’s only straight til you heat it up. I looked over at this guy, watching him doing his little crossword.
“What?” he asked irritably, looking up at me when he noticed me watching.
I smiled, in spite of his gruff tone. "What's your name?" I slurred a little. I was trying not to, because he was cute, but what can I do?
"Mog. Now leave me alone."
"What's with the attitude?"
"None of your business. Why don't you go and compose a sonnet to the moon?" he suggested icily. Ooh, burn.
"Because I'm busy wondering how to get you out of that suit," I told him, shamelessly flirting.
Mog glared at me. "I'mnotinterested. Why don't you ask the magic woman to undress for you?"
"You're sounding a lot like someone that is interested, though. I've got three hundred years experience under my belt, don't try fooling me."
"What the heck do you mean? I'm what they call straight. I'vealwaysbeen what they call straight. You must be sensing Russell's ether or something-” he stopped dead and as drunk as I was I could tell he hadn’t meant to say that. I grinned.
“Russell?” was this an old flame of his? That girl’s head popped up from behind her chair, a grin plastered on her face too. Mog got up and grabbed his trunk.
"Right, I'm getting off,” he announced abruptly.
I grabbed his wrist to stop him. I was tempted to pull him down into my lap, but I figured that was a bit too far, even for me. "Why on earth would you do that?"
"To be on my own," he complained. He tried to tug his arm out of my grip, looking like he wanted to get away from me. "People like you were called sinners in my time."
"People like us were executed in my time," I pointed out, but the girl was talking over me.
"Will you stay if I show you my transformation?"
"No!" he said sounding desperate. "I don't want to see anything. Just let me go!"
"Lazarus," she murmured quietly. I looked up at her, surprised. I never told her my name. "Magic... just let him go if he wishes to leave." Mog looked like he was about to have a panic attack, so I let go of him, wondering what had upset him so much. I was just having a laugh. Maybe he really was in the closet. He sat down in the seat opposite the girl and started to cry. Oh, crap. The poor sod wasn’t even trying to hide it. Oops. I shuffled over and wrapped my arms around him, trying to give him some comfort.
"I didn't mean to upset you," I told him, but he shoved me away pretty hard and I ended up on the floor again.
The girl looked at me and kicked me out of the way, shuffling toward the aisle. "Mog," she whispered to the man sat there trying to stop himself crying. Ooh, well done, you idiot. Only two people on this goddamn bus and your partner all hate you. If he’s even your partner anymore.
"Are you happy now?" he asked, keeping his voice level. "Are you happy now you've seen me break down?" He started to shout, not able to keep his voice even anymore. "DOES IT GIVE YOU PLEASURE?" I shook my head, but I don’t think either of them noticed, or cared.
She held out her hands, motioning for Mog to hold them, but he only took her right hand in his right, looking all stubborn and angry. She placed her other hand over his and smiled, "Listen, ignore the drunken pup," she laughed to herself slightly, glaring at me when I grumbled about not being a pup, "the past is gone, as has Russell. Move on," she blew on her hands softly and her arms started glowing. Which was weird, "not all magic is bad,"
Mog pulled away as soon as her arms began to glow. "No. I don't care what your magic does, I won't have it done tome." He kept talking but I wasn’t sure who he was talking to, "He tied blue string around our wrists to make us bond. It was awful. I kept feeling his ... his heart. And I just felt sick."
"Such things can be reversed of course," she shrugged once again pulling me off the floor, this time by the collar of my shirt.
"Will you keep him away from me?" Mog asked across me.
"Werewolves can rarely be collared," she swallowed. I swear I heard her heart skip a beat. "But I'll try." I started to struggle at the mention of a collar. I’d had a silver collar on once and it was not an experience I wished to repeat. Mog was looking out of the window, ignoring my struggles. "Lazarus," she muttered, grinning at him, "what's your story?”
“Nothing interesting,” I growled.