Will\'s return came at a very... awkward time for Indiana.
He\'d had an absolute shit of an evening yet, when he\'d set the date up a couple of nights before, it had held the promise of a thousand sunsets. He\'d planned to spend the whole evening with a sensual, mature, absolutely drop-dead gorgeous woman that he\'d met two nights before at some twilight street market thing in the hippy end of town. He\'d been hungry, she\'d known about vamps, badaboom he\'d snuck into her tent and drunk from her before they\'d had some frantic and altogether mind-blowing sex (she\'d dropped the flap so no-one came in).
Tonight was supposed to have been a repeat - well, the fucking part had been - but it hadn\'t gone well from the start. He\'d endured watching her stuff her face and babble non-stop about her ex-husband, the best friend he\'d screwed and the alimony she was owed. He\'d sat through some ridiculous movie about true love and happy endings that had left her blubbering on his shoulder. He\'d gone back to her place, where she\'d dutifully dismissed the sitter, and snuck into her bedroom with her, thinking that, at last he was going to be rewarded for putting up with someone who, quite frankly, was nuttier than a packet of peanuts M&Ms.
Only just as they\'d started getting into it, her kid came in. Her daughter, to be exact, moaning about how she wasn\'t feeling too well and, unfazed by Indie rolling off her mother so they could have a conversation, proceeded to work her way in to the bed with them. Between them.
Now, she was supposed to be only fourteen years old or something, but she was a damn mature fourteen from what he could see under her shortie nightie and he happened to brush against the kid while he hastily moved back (but she was big), when the kid squawked at her mother that he\'d touched her. The next thing he knew, World War Three had broken out. The bitch was out of the bed - completely naked - throwing anything that came to hand at him, screeching that he was a pervert and a monster and a paedophile and a creep and to get out of her house!
Ducking under the projectiles coming his way, Indie had done so with supernatural speed, snatching up his clothes and dressing out on the porch because he was so pleased to have got out of there. He yelled a few profanities at her and considered vandalising something of hers as he left, but was fairly happy with the neighbourhood finding out she was a cock-teasing nutcase that had never met a rational emotion she\'d liked, evidence that they\'d heard coming in the form of lights flipping on all over the street as he\'d sauntered away.
So his night had ended much sooner than intended, in a whole heap more frustration than he liked and he\'d come home to watch some of his home-made movies and jerk off instead of dealing with any more volatile humans tonight. Except then his dickwad of a roommate had come home just as he\'d got settled and stroking, shouting at him to come on command - and fuck didn\'t he wish he could?
"Unfuckingbelievable!" he muttered to himself as he let go of his badly-teased cock and stood up. He jumped on the spot a couple of times in an attempt to redistribute the blood flow in his undead body but it didn\'t really want to go anywhere else and he couldn\'t blame it. He pulled on a pair of linen shorts that reached his knees and held his semi mostly pointing southward, flicked off his entertainment system and strode out to the lounge area with stomping, angry feet.
"What the fuck, man?" he demanded loudly as he fell onto his end of the couch, pulling his heels up to tuck against his ass and do his best to block his groin (while giving it space), wanting it to calm down without Will staring. He glared sideways at his roommate, all the fire of a frustrating evening glinting in his russet-coloured eyes.
