Herrick Turner (14_to_life) wrote in shadowrises, @ 2016-01-01 12:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: animal, character: herrick turner, status: complete, type: thread, warning: nsfw |
Who: Herrick and Animal
Where: Turner House
When: Friday afternoon
What: Claiming a prize
Rating: NSFW
God is smilin’ on you but He’s frownin’ too, Because only God knows what you’ll go through.
Herrick hadn't slept yet. New Years Eve was a big day for him between the various parties popping up all over town and the crowds of excited celebrators looking for a little something extra to make their night even more memorable. He provided. Weed, prescription pills, fad drugs, and E, nothing too serious that would force the Council to act against his day job for putting the human population at risk, and more time consuming than lucrative, but he enjoyed working and staying busy so it was worth it. The money he'd made and the left over drugs were locked away in one of the safes located in various places around the house and he now had a visit from Animal to look forward to.
He would get his prize, even though he wasn't sure Animal had figured out what he was actually after since at first he'd been positive it was sex. Either way he was as equally as interested in seeing how well his opponent was healing after their fight. The werewolves, when they had lived in Shadow Falls, had had supernatural healing so it made sense that Animal would too but he was still kind of hoping to see some moody bruises and scabbed wounds. Dillon had filled him in on all the details of the fight but they were still hazy enough in his mind that he couldn't recall a clear picture of the damage he'd delivered. He would like to believe Animal had looked worse than he had but that hadn't seemed to have been the case.
As far as his wounds were concerned, they had completely healed. Long ago. A fortunate side effect of vampirism although he'd missed gaining new scars. With a yawn, Herrick watched through the front window for Animal to show up, the neck of a wine bottle in his fingers. He'd taken a shower from his long evening already. The ends of his hair were still wet and he'd dressed as if he were planning on turning in, a pair of drawstring pajama pants and a thin t-shirt beneath an unzipped sweatshirt. When he noted the hyena's approach he smiled to himself and went to open the door, calling out into the yard, "I hope you brought back all that shit your people stole from my house!"