Part 5
“So, Whelp, what do you have for music?”
“We’re not listening to music; you’re going to be quiet and you’re going to stop calling me ‘Whelp.’ I have a name.”
“Right, and I do too. Wouldn’t hurt you none to use it. I merely extend the same courtesy back to you.”
“Hey, I’ve used your name. I don’t think you’ve ever said mine. Not once!”
“Oi, I use in my mind.”
“Sure. Whatever you say, Fangless. Whatever you say.”
“Bloody hell. You drive like my grandmum.”
“Your grandma is long dead and never even saw a car.”
“My point exactly.”
“Shove a sock in it or I’ll let you out right now.”
“Deadboy! Let us in! I’ve got a present for you!”
“Harris? What do you want? It’s late.”
“Isn’t this early for vampires?”
“Peaches is a poof. I told you that.”
“What does that have to do with what time it is?”
“ ‘E’s a poof, Whelp. Doesn’t act like a vamp. Why should he keep vamp hours?”
“Why are you two here?”
“I’m here to see the world, and Fangless is yours.”
“ ‘M not his!”
“I meant you’re here to see Deadboy, bleached idiot.”
“I’m not an idiot. Moron.”
“Anyway…”
“What’s wrong, Harris?”
“What? What do you mean?”
“Your scent is off. You smell… not well.”
