Friday: February 1, 2008
Who: Jake, Aveira and Marcus
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Blacksmith and Weaponsmiths Shop
What: Jake and Aveira finally put the gloves on and poor Marcus gets stuck in the crossfire

Jake usually got in after Aveira did. She was an early riser and she was a bitchy one at that. Not to mention bossy. He kind of liked the bossy part, but the bitchy part he could do without. Maybe he could do a little sing-song in her honor and she would chill the hell out and stop trying to wear the pants on who did what in the shop. Jake knew what he was doing. The Siren didn't need a chick barking orders at him every five minutes. He usually tried not to be so moody around the vampire, but the rumors were starting to get to him. Part of it was because he was interested and the other half of him was annoyed. Why the hell wasn't there a newspaper in this joint? Rumors blew over the truth.

To try and ease the whole rumor deal, Jake fully decided he hated how the place was arranged. It was too neat and department store looking for him. It was time for some rearranging.

So, since the bitchy little blood sucker wasn't around he started to toss the wooden swords in the outside trash. Why did she even make those things? One, they looked like stakes used to kill vampires and two, she didn't reek of "I love children". 

When he was finished dumping all of her crappy kiddish shit outside, he closed the door and went back to doing his own work. Making real weapons and items that people could use. 

"How's that for pants wearing?" He grumbled. 

Of course, he had no idea she saw the part where he was throwing her useless shit out the back door. At least he wouldn't have to make up some sort of half assed story