Welcome to SU: Legacy, a next-gen Supernatural RP that takes place in the year 2040. The Men of Letters has expanded to include three base locations across the continental US. Angels and demons have gone mostly dormant but there are still supernatural evils lurking in the shadows. The legacies could use your help. Are you in?
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"Oh no, by all means take your clothes off I'd just be surprised if you'd do it here of all places. You don't seem the stripper type. You um, got the body for it though."
Sully grinned over her shoulder at Graham and gave him a wink. She didn’t say if she had stripped and she didn’t say if she hadn’t. Some things were better left a mystery. The truth was Sully had stripped a few times on amateur nights just to get a few bucks in her pocket. A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do to eat. It had been a long time since she’d done that though. As she got older she became better at hustling and identity theft. Sully saw no reason to take her clothes off on stage when she could easily throw darts or play pool and get the same out amount of money.
“Oh yeah?” Sully asked flirtatiously. “You’ve got the body for it too.” She did a little spin as she pulled open the door to the strip club and moved inside. What? There were such things as male strippers. Not at the Booby Trap, but the truth was that a lot of strip clubs actually had really awesome food and sometimes, so long as you were drinking, lunch was free. Now who could complain about that?
While it had been bright and sunny outside, the inside of the club was dim and had neon red lights to accentuate the mood. Sully adjusted her baseball cap and went in finding a corner booth that showed all three of the stages. For the moment only one of them was currently occupied. A pretty little redhead was on the stage. It was obvious she had just started her routine as she was wearing a bright sequined costume, though even fully clothed it didn’t cover much of her body.
Of course the other perk this particular booth was that it gave Sully a clear view of all the exits which meant she had a clear view of everyone who walked in and out of the place. Sensual music blared from the speakers and the menu’s were already on the table. Picking one up Sully began looking it over while talking to Graham. Sully smirked at him from over the menu. “So when was the last time you got to relax and enjoy watching women take their clothes off?”
Graham was surprised at the way this Sully character acted, seemed like as soon as they were clear of harms way she was ok to flirt with? Or was she just sensitive cause he had previously said date, either way he'd continue watching what he said around her but if for a brief moment when she did that little spin before opening the door he saw her as a woman rather then a Hunter. Might be odd, but it was like she took off her McDonalds uniform and he saw the person underneath. As sick as it sounds, he sort of could go for a Big Mac, he'd have to remember to jot that down as things to do later. One can only assume that the American McDonalds must be slightly different from the Canadian one. Still probably not very good for you.Speaking of things not being very good for you, there was still the matter of this strip club. It took a few seconds for Graham's eyes to adjust but he quickly took in the place. It was almost as awkward as he'd imagine it, what little crowd seemed to be here didn't appear all too rowdy, could also be because there was one voluptuous red head on stage. Everyone was in a silent awe, if Graham could read thoughts he could only imagine how rowdy this place would actually be with only few people occupying.
Graham followed Sully into a booth, immediately sliding opposite of her to be across from one another. He folded his hands and placed them on the table, and gave the place a once over with his eyes. He wondered how many people frequented here, and what this place looked like during busy hours. Would there be hollering and whistling or complete and utter silence as 90 men filled a room with nasals flaring at the three women who'd occupy the stages. He shivered at the thought.
“So when was the last time you got to relax and enjoy watching women take their clothes off?” Embarrassing as it was, easy enough question. She asking him last time he had sex? Or last time he had been to a strip club?
"Well, last time I got to relax and enjoy women take their clothes off was probably the last time I was at my computer with Ms. Lotion and Ms. Right-Hand." Seemed so long ago since he actually had the time to woo a woman and bed her, hadn't even had time to do that when he was working. Been on the road owning demon face with this holier then thou art gift, one's needs sort of fade to background noise.
"Well, last time I got to relax and enjoy women take their clothes off was probably the last time I was at my computer with Ms. Lotion and Ms. Right-Hand."
Sully smirked and raised an eyebrow. It seemed such a shame that a man that looked that good wasn’t getting any except for by his own hand. Shy maybe? Either that or maybe he was one of those nice guys that didn’t believe in one night stands. She could definitely see him being the type of guy who was following the path to true love and only wanted a serious relationship. That was far and beyond anything Sully wanted. Hell she’d never even been on a date.
No, Sully was most definitely a one night stand kind of girl. Most of the time she was gone before they even woke up. Well that was even if she bothered staying the night at all. It was easier that way. Less complicated. Sully was constantly on the road and didn’t want to have to deal with any sort of commitments. Not that she’d know how to if she had one, but that was another story entirely.
"Come here often?"
Sully shrugged and looked out towards the floor, watching the women dancing, and enjoying the view of some of the men. At least that’s what it seemed like she was doing. Sully was also watching for any sort of threat. Supernatural or not. People could be the worst kind of monsters. Sully knew that first hand.
“Not this particular place no. First time. Most strip clubs have really good food, really cheap. Plus guys usually think it’s kind of hot for a chick to come to strip club. It’s an easy place to pick up guys. What about you?”
A waitress in a skimpy little devils outfit came over to take their order. Sully smirked at the irony of it. She ordered a jack and coke along with a ranch bacon burger and extra fries before looking at Graham to see what he was having.
Graham scratched his chin in awe and amusement. This Hunter was a funny one she was, coming to strip club cause of the food and it's easy to pick up guys here, because guys thought it was hot that a woman would go to a strip club? Perhaps, Graham saw that. It did hold a sort of semi-taboo and oddity that a woman would partake in visiting a strip club, adds to one's allure in the eyes of men.
Graham was mindful of watching Sully and he expression when she spoke, he wasn't sure if this came off as staring, admiring, or hopefull she just didn't notice and was too busy with her surroundings to notice completely. It wasn't that he was sizing her up or checking her out, right now at least. This was just to get a more intelligible grasp on Sully, and who Sully was as a person.
When the skimpy devil waitress came over he almost choked on nothing, but cleared his throat. It might have simply been because he was embarassed at first glance, but Sully didn't really know the irony, at least not in it's fullest. The fallen angel raised his hand when it was his turn to order.
"I'll take a crown on the rocks with and 2 pounds of your honey garlic wings." He looked at the little menu that was tucked away on the end of their booth to see their food, he chuckled and looked towards Sully, answering her question.
"First time I've been to a strip club period, so yeah first time."
The waitress took their order and walked away, her tail swaying as she sauntered towards the kitchen to put their order in. Sully barely noticed as she watched Graham. He was a man who had never been to a strip club. To Sully that was unheard of. What man of legal age had never been to a strip club? Well that wasn’t a priest, preacher, or virgin. Graham looked to be a few years older than her, so she was in total awe of why he had never been to one before.
Graham was a different type of guy it seemed. Not like the ones Sully normally hunted with or picked up at bars. There was something almost innocent about Graham. It wasn’t shyness exactly that Sully saw in him. He was confident; that she didn’t doubt, but it was almost like the darkness in the world had touched him less. Like he was a decent or even good man, which made Sully wonder just how long he’d been running around exorcising demons, or how he’d even managed to fall into this life.
As much as she wondered, it wasn’t any of Sully’s business. Unless it pertained to a hunt she tried not to pry into other people’s lives. The only question she had for Graham in that aspect was how in the hell he’d gotten that exorcism to work so easily. That particular question, however, could wait.
The fact that Graham had never been to strip club, for whatever reason, seemed to be at the front of Sully’s mind. A slow, impish smile spread across her lips. “Oh? Well then I guess you’re in for a treat.” She winked at Graham before gesturing for one of the girls on the floor to come over to them. She was wearing little more than a purple thong, matching bra, and she was covered her glitter. A bright smile played on her lips as she accentuated her hip movements and walked over towards their table.
Sully grinned and whispered into the woman’s ear, and slid double the price of a lap dance into her palm, before gesturing to Graham and letting the woman know that it was indeed his first time. The woman winked at Sully before grabbing a chair from a nearby table and pulling Graham out of the booth to sit where she would have more access.
The devil waitress brought their drinks over and Sully sipped her Jack before spreading her arms across the back of the booth. “Remember, Graham, she can touch you, you can’t touch her.” Sully didn’t want to get thrown out before they ate. Afterward she didn’t really care, but she was starving, and honestly, Sully was going to enjoy this.
He couldn't help but feel like he was being watched, not just now as he felt Sully's eyes upon him but in general he felt as if he was being watched. Every move and every action he did, he always felt the higher power of Heaven knew of his existence, he always or rather ever since he knew, he had an inkling no matter what he did he may find himself back there or worse. So Graham couldn't help but feel when Sully was watching him, that she was figuratively of course feeling out his motives, perhaps predicting his actions. Not like he would have premeditated any of them, he wasn't that quick on his feet.
His feet seemed to tap in beat to the music the dancers preformed with, he couldn't even make out what it was of course he doesn't spend his time listening to orchestrated pieces of whatever this music was. It wasn't that he was nervous, he just continued to have that feeling as if he was being watched. He let his tongue slide out to lick his dried lips, he wasn't sure if it was an awkward silence they were sharing or what but it was broken with a rather different proposition. Rather it wasn't much a proposition or his choice as Sully just seemed to take it upon herself.
“Oh? Well then I guess you’re in for a treat.”
In for a treat? Whatever could that mean? Of course, he wasn't that stupid but he was surprised when the scantly purple clad woman came walking over at Sully's beckoning, she seemed to be whispering something to her which after he witnessed an exchange of money. He raised his brow, seemingly amused at what he could only expect would happen next.
The chair swinging over and being dragged over seemed to happen in an instant, now he was looking at Sully from a whole new angle. Literally not figuratively of course. Though that could be a factor as well. However, as the woman moved up and down to the music all he could think of was Beethoven's No. 1 in F Major done in a String Quartet. Why was beyond him, but it seemed to greatly amuse him, more humorously then other means. Everything seemed to slow down, the music, the woman, everything but himself as he looked over towards Sully with a small fond smile. For some reason, he had a feeling she enjoyed this a little too much.
He couldn't focus on the woman before him giving him the lap dance no matter how much she put her bosom in his face, he was either distracted by Sully's expression, the wanting of chicken wings, or that string quartet in his head.
The woman continued her dance, and it seemed like Graham was truly paying attention. He smiled up at her every now and then to show he was paying attention, but he was more interested in Sully's expression. Why? It was really his big gripe at this moment. She was an odd one, and perhaps it spiked Graham's curiosity.
Maybe a little too much, as when the stripper left he sat in the chair still staring at her as if he hadn't realized the departure of the entertainment. Nor his wings. However, the string quartet continued. His mind was really jumbled it seemed at this point. Busy orchestrated mind.
Leaning back against the cracked pleather of the booth Sully crossed her feet at the ankles and adjusted her baseball cap as the stripper began going to work on Graham. She sipped her drink, a smirk playing on her features as she watched the woman bump and grind against Graham. Considering this was his first lap dance she was expecting a bit of awkwardness, maybe even a little blushing, or at the very least for him to be smiling like the cat that ate the canary.
None of that came about though. Instead he kept stealing glances Sully’s way, which made her raise her eyebrows in surprise. What kind of man looked at a fully clothed woman when there was a scantily clad woman rubbing all her most intimate parts on him? The stripper had curves in all the right places and pretty face, so Sully was at a loss as to why Graham kept looking her way.
Still she sipped her drink, watching the woman as she danced on Graham. He was a rugged hottie. One Sully would be glad to slip between the sheets with. Or take a shower with. Maybe lay in the bed of her truck with. So many places and opportunities, so little time. Sully still had answers to find, and was hoping she was on the right rail. If things worked out the way she hoped, they’d both of wide grins across their face before morning. Sully would slip out before Graham woke and be back on her way, with maybe a little less stress weighing her down. For a while at least.
Graham didn’t seem to notice when the stripper finished and went on her way, nor did he seem to notice when the devil waitress came over and placed their food on the table. He seemed quite intent on just staring at Sully, which honestly, was a little unsettling. She’d been the object of someone’s leering gaze before, but this somehow seemed different, though Sully couldn’t quite put her finger on what exactly it was.
After a few moments Sully raised a brow. “You know if you stare any harder I might think that Medusa walked into the strip joint and turned your into a very flesh-like stone statue. It would explain why you haven’t moved and why the stripper didn’t make Mr. Happy perk up.” Grabbing a fry, Sully dipped it in some ketchup and devoured it. Her stomach was rumbling with hunger. She leaned from side to side to see if Graham’s eyes would follow. “Really, stop it. It’s creepy, and I’d hate to have to break that adorable nose of yours.“ Without waiting for him to respond, Sully began digging into her food.
Red handed one might say, when Sully caught him off guard by calling him out on the fact that he was staring at her? Was it that obvious? Of course it was, he felt like a dimwit for even trying to think that it wasn't that obvious. He stood up from the chair as she began speaking of Medusa, he smirked at the thought of the mythological creature. If she was a real thing, that would be one conquest a Hunter would enjoy no? Her clever quip wasn't without it's holes though which made Graham grow even wider. He leaned back into the booth casually as if he went from a stone statue who was staring oddly at Sully, to casually laid back once more. Possibly more so because he could call her on something she perhaps over looked, or perhaps not over looked.
"It would explain why you haven’t moved and why the stripper didn’t make Mr. Happy perk up."
"Looking at my crotch there Sully? How do you know Mr. Happy isn't beefed up right now? He took a wing and began eating it, getting some sauce on his head, and a dab of it on his nose. He looked up from his wings and with a stupid grin on his face.
"Also, if you punched my adorable nose you'd get sauce on it. That wouldn't really be cool, you'd have to wash your hands after and everything and I already commandeered the wet naps and like hell I'd share them if you punched me in the nose. So, there." He winked taking another bite of chicken wing tossing a second bone onto the what would soon become a pile of chicken bones, a bone graveyard of chickens.
After devouring the wings of many a chicken, Graham finally took the time to lick his thumbs and look towards Sully, tilting his head to the side.
"Also, maybe perhaps I just think you look better. Maybe perhaps seeing a girl in a skimpy outfit I already know what she looks like in the skimpy outfit, but I don't know what you look like in a skimpy outfit. Hence the staring. Makes one wonder." He winked and pointed a chicken wing at her, waggling his brow.
"Looking at my crotch there Sully? How do you know Mr. Happy isn't beefed up right now?
Sully shrugged and finished up the piece of food she had in her mouth before taking a swig of her drink. If Graham was looking to embarrass her he was going to find it was a hard thing to do when it came to sex or anything related to that particular topic. Picking up a fry Sully dipped it in ketchup and looked over at him. “If Mr. Happy is beefed up, than I feel really kind of bad for you.” She winked at him and ate the fry.
"Also, if you punched my adorable nose you'd get sauce on it. That wouldn't really be cool, you'd have to wash your hands after and everything and I already commandeered the wet naps and like hell I'd share them if you punched me in the nose. So, there."
Raising a brow, Sully leaned back in the booth. “If I decided to break your nose you’d be too busy crying over spilled blood and I’d just steal the wet naps from you.”
For whatever reason, Sully was enjoying this back and forth banter. Graham was witty, sexy, and maybe, just maybe he could hold an intelligent conversation. Though he did seem to be lacking a bit in hunting skills, but that really wasn’t her problem. Hopefully he was better between the sheets. Well, if they made it there. Sully may full well keep her promise about breaking his nose. She wasn’t sure yet.
"Also, maybe perhaps I just think you look better. Maybe perhaps seeing a girl in a skimpy outfit I already know what she looks like in the skimpy outfit, but I don't know what you look like in a skimpy outfit. Hence the staring. Makes one wonder."
A grin spread across Sully’s features. “Oh you want to see me in a skimpy outfit? Well sorry to disappoint, I don’t do lingerie. I’m either wearing clothes or I’m not.” She held up a finger. “I have been known to do a strip tease while taking said clothes off though.” Reaching over she snatched the chicken wing from Graham’s hand and bit into it. “The question of course is, would Mr. Happy be able to handle it?”
So the flirting continued, and Graham was amused. He raised his brow at Sully's witty come backs, and nodded his head in approved appreciation for her quick heel'd thinking. He never really met a woman like that, who could handle herself in the arena of wittdom against someone who's work strive on sarcasm and wit. Seriously, working at a electronic store, one begins to grow a little cynical at the intelligence of every day people. Needless to say, Sully was refreshing babe of a woman, and although she isn't one to wear a skimpy outfit he wouldn't complain at the strip tease and complete nakedness.
"Willing to break my nose for some wet naps, gotta say find that kind of hot." He said, eating another chicken wing licking his fingers and then sort of grinning and chuckling as he watched people starting to enter the club moving about and watching the entertainment. Graham's comfortability seems to have grown over the past several seconds, the retorts Sully gave sort of reminded him of home, home with breasts.
"As for what Mr. Happy can handle, well we'll just have to see. Also let's not call him Mr. Happy, reminds me of a nickname that I'd give a creepy neighbor when growing up. I'm down for Sir Lance-a-lot, The Ramburglar, Third Arm of Justice, Pope John Pole III, Buster McThunderstick, The Zipper Ripper, and my personal favorite Horseman of the Ahumpalypse." He nodded his head, as if it were a matter-of-fact and serious business he was conducting when listing several nicknames for his male parts. Needless to say, there were plenty more where that came from.
"Oh, and darn on the skimpy outfit but I think I can be content with naked. Strip tease? Oh, sounds like a blast."
A bark of laughter escaped Sully’s lips when Graham went on about what to name member. The Ramburgler? Well he definitely had a sense of humor. She couldn’t help but laugh as he continued, but her favorite was probably Buster McThunderstruck. For whatever reason it just stood out to her and for a moment she wondered how Graham had managed his way into this crazy ass hunter’s life. It couldn’t have been anything good. No hunter became a hunter because a vampire showed up in their room one night confessing their undying love and sparkled in the sun instead of burned to ash. Despite her curiosity, Sully wouldn’t ask. It wasn’t her place, and besides she had her own secrets.
"Oh, and darn on the skimpy outfit but I think I can be content with naked. Strip tease? Oh, sounds like a blast."
Sully grinned, slow and seductively. “Yeah? Think you can keep up, Buster?” She couldn’t help him. Graham was no longer Graham to her but simply Buster. Yup, and it was his own fault. He was never going to live that down, not that she planned on being around that long. One night stands are about all Sully were interested in. She didn’t understand the dynamics of relationship and all that emotional crap was just unnecessary. Get it on, get it over with, bask in the afterglow and move on. No sense in complicating things.
Finishing off her drink, Sully pulled some cash out of her back pocket and through it on the table, not even bothering to ask for the check. What she put down would cover the bill and leave enough left over for a generous tip. Sully didn’t skimp when it came to the hardworking everyday people. They did their jobs, they deserved to get paid. Sometimes Melissa Vonscoodle picked up the tab too. Sully figured that one day, she really oughta send her a thank you note.
Sliding out of the booth, Sully stretched, her gaze lingering on Graham. “I reckon’ we oughta test that theory, Buster.” Without saying another word, Sully headed for her truck. Graham would follow or he wouldn’t. If he did, Sully figured it would be one wild ride. If he didn’t, well there were plenty of other one night stands in the sea.
Graham felt like he always had a knack for making women crack a smile, it was one of the only things going for him. His job wasn't the most glamorous, and usually woman would flee at a high school graduate who worked at a big chain electronics store, but this was Graham's new life now. Fallen angel, it was the most bad ass job description one could ever have though it seems like he hasn't had to drop the F-bomb since he started with this demon hunting thing, you know, to prevent the seals from breaking. He knew there were plenty of other supernatural baddies out there but people like Hunters dealt with them, Graham was not a Hunter and only knew mostly how to get rid of the demons, and to get involved with everything else sort of took him away from the bigger picture, which was the world ending.
Or seeing Sully naked.
Those would be some nice pictures.
Her challenge about keeping up seemed like more of an invitation, Graham was ok with that. He wasn't sure what kind of woman Sully was truly and it was a shame he would never find out, he wouldn't be able to stick around for very long the whole former angel bit was a little complicated to share, explain, and even burden with someone and it put them in the cross hairs of a more dangerous foe then demons. Angels. Needless to say, it was a good thing he was an early riser.
He shook his head and smiled when she dropped some cash for their meal, it seems like she wasn't one to let a man pay her way which he was fine with. It made her that much sultry to him, Graham always had a thing for tough chicks, Sully fit that bill enough, more so then the paper she dropped on the table.
“I reckon’ we oughta test that theory, Buster.” He watched as Sully stood up, and assumingly head towards the exit of the strip club. Now that seemed like an invitation if he ever heard one, Graham immediately stood up and followed her casually outside of the strip club approaching her truck once. He kept silent, but he knew that tonight would be a night to remember for sure. He was all revved up, and Sully was the place to go.
Getting into the truck, Sully gave Graham a knowing grin. Blue coughed and sputtered, but eventually gave in and started up and she pulled into traffic heading towards her motel. She didn’t speak because honestly, she didn’t think there was anything left to say. Graham had boasted about himself and now Sully was in the mood for a little less talk and a lot more action.
Of course though it seemed the universe was against her getting some release for the constant stresses of being a hunter. Every light they came to turned red, and the cops were still out in flocks thanks to the catastrophic scene back at the theater. Which meant Sully had to abide by the speed limits unless she felt like getting pulled over and having her truck searched.
Technically she could pull out one of her fake ID’s, and let them think she was a fed, but by the time they got through with that it would just be that much longer before Sully got back to the motel with Graham. The truth was she was anxious. It had been a while and if Graham was half as good as he boasted she figured it would be a good night. Then in the morning she’d pay for the room and slip out before Graham woke. It was easier that way, less complicated.
People always made things complicated, but Sully still had desires and needs. She didn’t want to know Graham’s life story or his hopes and dreams for the future. No, she just wanted to give him on memorable night and be on her way. Hopefully they’d both have a little less tension in their muscles by the time the sun rose.
At long last Sully pulled into the motel parking lot. Turning off the truck she grabbed her duffel bag and headed towards her room. She went inside, leaving the door open for Graham and tossed her duffel bag on a chair before going over and sitting on the bed. Leaning back on her hands she watched under the bill of her cap. “Well now Buster, let’s see if you’re good as you seem to think you are.” Grinning she looked him up down, biting her bottom lip, taking in his tall, muscular stature. She really hoped he was.
Nothing needed to be said between point A and point B, it was a matter of knowing what was going to happen and saying anything would have, in what Graham could only describe, spoil the mood. The mood seemed to be set by the banter the two shared, and the challenge of sexual intercourse seemed to have arise in more then one area. Specifically in the nether regions of Graham's body. Though, attributing that to hormones, men will always be men aside from the fact that Graham was not always considered men in the strictest sense of the word, angel is an angel. Male angel mind you, but among men he was not.
It was hard to see, but Graham could see Sully anxious as they seemed to literally hit every single red light on the way to her motel. Graham sort of found it ironic, and in a way he wondered if he could physically trigger a green light to go on, he'd have to know the working mechanics of the lights which would be probably more complicated then he would anticipate. Might be a handy parlor trick in the future, not that there would be any future here in particular just in general.
To be honest, Graham was suffering from a dry spell. He had an ex-girlfriend who cheated on him, and another ex-girlfriend who decided to leave him for her male best friend, he sort of felt like the "Other Man" in their rather obscene chick flick, and now here is Graham in his own spin off fighting demons and banging Hunter chicks. Who has the last laugh now?
When they stopped at her motel, Graham got out of the truck and took to following her to her room. Once lead inside, Graham closed the door behind him, watching with intent eyes as she tossed the duffel bag on the chair and positioned herself on the bed. Her gaze seemed beckoning as were her challenging words, Graham looked at the door, then back at Sully with a wink as he began unbuttoning the top of his shirt moving towards her on the bed.
There was one thing Graham never had before to use to his advantage during sex, and that was his angelic strength. Let's just say Graham planned on rocking Sully's world, just as much as he assumed she'd rock his.
"Lets see that strip tease then." He grinned as he tossed his dress shirt to the side and made a move to tip her cap up and place a kiss on her lips, his fists keeping him up on the bed as he leaned forward.
As the night when on, they tumbled in each other’s arms, getting lost in the embrace and the sensations as they explored each other. It had been a long time since Sully had been able to lose herself completely in the arms of another and she enjoyed every moment of it. Which was why, now that the sun was coming up, it was time to get the hell out of there before he tried to ruin it.
Slipping from the sheets, Sully pulled on her clothes and grabbed her bag before glancing over at Graham as he slept peacefully. She figured that they might run into each other on a hunt again, besides his exorcism skills had been pretty sweet. Setting her back down she walked to the night stand and grabbed a pad and paper. Last night was fun. Thanks Buster. Hit me up if you ever need help on a hunt.
She jotted down her number, picked up her bag and wandered out of the motel room, making sure to stop by the front office and pay up so they wouldn’t bust Graham for it. Smiling from ear to ear she headed for her truck. She realized she probably should have left some cash for Graham to call a cab, but he was a big boy, in more than one way, and he’d be able to figure it out.
Her truck rumbled loudly in the early morning hours and she pulled out into the road, heading out for her next hunt.