his gaze. The girl turned Mack’s face back toward her with a seductive grin, and then resumed making out with him.
Fillion pushed drunks, dancers, drugged-out zombies, and lovers out of the way, his wrath increasing with each step as he marched through the rave. He reached out and grabbed Pinkie’s arm as she pulled the man’s money out. The victim continued to be blissfully unaware of her motives or his intervention. With a deep breath, he turned to the girl locking lips.
“That’s enough, Lynden.” Fillion watched as his sister pulled back with big eyes and a mortified expression. “Give the money back, Pinkie.” His sister’s friend with the pink hair and lips turned, offering a pretty pout. “Not going to work on me. Give it back.”
“What money?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his waist while presenting him with a suggestive look, her body slowly moving to the music.
He could feel her breath on his neck, her vampire motives hoping to drain him of his intentions and elicit another. Fillion closed his eyes, momentarily affected, and then pushed her off, wresting the money from her fist.
He turned around and slammed the gold and silver coins against the young man’s chest. It was painfully obvious that it was the guy’s maiden voyage inside The Crypt. “Leave. And if you come back here, you need to know two things. First, any female who walks up and just starts kissing you is a ticket girl. They are wolves attacking in packs. One is a decoy while the other steals your money, her ticket to a better evening and quick income. They are whores that make a promise and never fulfill, but get paid anyways.” He looked at Lynden with the last statement, each word sharp and pointed. She looked away, crossing her arms. “Second, get a wallet and chain it to yourself if you’re going to carry cash.”
He grabbed Lynden’s and Pinkie’s arms and began to walk away, then stopped, looking over his shoulder. He shouted to the young man over the music. “And if you ever touch my sister again, I will personally kill you.”
Fillion marched the girls out of the bar and onto the street. With a flip he turned on his Cranium to signal a cab, then closed the app with a wave of his hand. Pinkie turned to run away, and he grabbed her arm again, holding her in place while shaking his head in a silent command. The universe was seriously conspiring to kill him tonight.
“Stop being so self-righteous, Fillion,” Lynden scoffed.
“What the hell were you thinking, coming here?” he asked. “Where did you get your fake ID’s?”
“Probably the same place you got the ones you hustled.”
“Not even close. Give it to me.”
“You think I’ll hand it over just like that? Idiot.”
Lynden stomped on his foot, but Fillion didn’t flinch. His combat boots barely flexed under her weight.
“I could call the police and report you. And on you, too, Pinkie,” he said.
She gave him a sultry look in reply, still trying to manipulate him.
“We’ll just turn you in as well,” Lynden said, a little wobbly on her feet.
Fillion leaned in and smelled her breath, letting out a sigh that formed every swear word, including a few in Japanese. When he recovered, he met her gaze, humored as she attempted to mock him.
With another annoyed sigh, he said, “Go for it. My ID is legit. Yours is not passable under real legal scanners, I guarantee it. You want to be caught for carding fake ID’s and drinking?”
She buckled, handing over the card, and Fillion felt relief that he didn’t have to follow through with his threat.
“How is that possible?” she whined.
“One day when you’ re a genius like me, you’ll figure it out. But because you are as stupid as you acted, you won’t be back until you’re actually legal.” Fillion watched the cab pull up and stop right before them. “Go home, Lynden, and grow up a bit more.”
“I’m not a dog, asshol e! God, Fillion, you think you’re so cool.”
“I am
Fillion pushed drunks, dancers, drugged-out zombies, and lovers out of the way, his wrath increasing with each step as he marched through the rave. He reached out and grabbed Pinkie’s arm as she pulled the man’s money out. The victim continued to be blissfully unaware of her motives or his intervention. With a deep breath, he turned to the girl locking lips.
“That’s enough, Lynden.” Fillion watched as his sister pulled back with big eyes and a mortified expression. “Give the money back, Pinkie.” His sister’s friend with the pink hair and lips turned, offering a pretty pout. “Not going to work on me. Give it back.”
“What money?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his waist while presenting him with a suggestive look, her body slowly moving to the music.
He could feel her breath on his neck, her vampire motives hoping to drain him of his intentions and elicit another. Fillion closed his eyes, momentarily affected, and then pushed her off, wresting the money from her fist.
He turned around and slammed the gold and silver coins against the young man’s chest. It was painfully obvious that it was the guy’s maiden voyage inside The Crypt. “Leave. And if you come back here, you need to know two things. First, any female who walks up and just starts kissing you is a ticket girl. They are wolves attacking in packs. One is a decoy while the other steals your money, her ticket to a better evening and quick income. They are whores that make a promise and never fulfill, but get paid anyways.” He looked at Lynden with the last statement, each word sharp and pointed. She looked away, crossing her arms. “Second, get a wallet and chain it to yourself if you’re going to carry cash.”
He grabbed Lynden’s and Pinkie’s arms and began to walk away, then stopped, looking over his shoulder. He shouted to the young man over the music. “And if you ever touch my sister again, I will personally kill you.”
Fillion marched the girls out of the bar and onto the street. With a flip he turned on his Cranium to signal a cab, then closed the app with a wave of his hand. Pinkie turned to run away, and he grabbed her arm again, holding her in place while shaking his head in a silent command. The universe was seriously conspiring to kill him tonight.
“Stop being so self-righteous, Fillion,” Lynden scoffed.
“What the hell were you thinking, coming here?” he asked. “Where did you get your fake ID’s?”
“Probably the same place you got the ones you hustled.”
“Not even close. Give it to me.”
“You think I’ll hand it over just like that? Idiot.”
Lynden stomped on his foot, but Fillion didn’t flinch. His combat boots barely flexed under her weight.
“I could call the police and report you. And on you, too, Pinkie,” he said.
She gave him a sultry look in reply, still trying to manipulate him.
“We’ll just turn you in as well,” Lynden said, a little wobbly on her feet.
Fillion leaned in and smelled her breath, letting out a sigh that formed every swear word, including a few in Japanese. When he recovered, he met her gaze, humored as she attempted to mock him.
With another annoyed sigh, he said, “Go for it. My ID is legit. Yours is not passable under real legal scanners, I guarantee it. You want to be caught for carding fake ID’s and drinking?”
She buckled, handing over the card, and Fillion felt relief that he didn’t have to follow through with his threat.
“How is that possible?” she whined.
“One day when you’ re a genius like me, you’ll figure it out. But because you are as stupid as you acted, you won’t be back until you’re actually legal.” Fillion watched the cab pull up and stop right before them. “Go home, Lynden, and grow up a bit more.”
“I’m not a dog, asshol e! God, Fillion, you think you’re so cool.”
“I am
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