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[loveless_man]

Too bad dying doesn't cure a bi-polar. Jimmy is in full manic mode and he doesn't ever want to go through it a lone. It's straight to Al. He slaps his hands on the bar, skin gray and eyes shining.
"Need a girl."
His pointer spins around in the universal sign for drink, but too quickly.

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[limeycocksucker]

"Don't we all?" Al grins, but knows damn well what the dead man means. He just feels almost bad catering to him. He sets down a shot glass on the bar and fills it with gold tequila.

"'Fraid I'm short on pussy to offer, friend. I can sell the use of something so close you c'n hardly tell the difference, though. Pretty little cocksucker, smooth and soft and tight as a virgin preacher's daughter, but skilled and willing as a bitch in heat."
Sure, he'd feel a little twinge of guilt about all this, but better Chase get torn apart by this monster than him, right? Al might have the hint of a conscience, but that sure as hell didn't mean he had to listen to it. If Chase survived, he'd patch the little faggot back together and give him a few days off on top of healing time.

[loveless_man]

Jimmy looks around the bar sure that there must be a pretty woman around following his dark swan song. If he just waits she'll come... oh fuck it. His whole body is tap tap tapping out with body fingers on the inside and snakes slithering. He needs relief.
"You say too many words!"
Al irritates him now. He can't follow and fears he's being insulted. Jimmy growls a little from something clicking and raspy deep inside his chest.

"How much?"
His fingers go around the shot and the liquid turns lightly red as it goes to his lips.

[limeycocksucker]

It's official. Jimmy makes Al's blood run cold and damn near brings the man to consider retreating and pissing himself along the way. There's not one damn thing right about this sonovabitch and he reminds Al of every wicked bastard that ever did him wrong in his youth or who's ever injured or killed one of his whores for his pleasure. Fetishists pay well, but they're a real property risk.

"You seem a man with real serious and personal needs." He's not getting Chase back on working condition, that's about guaranteed. Al considers how dangerous it is to charge Jimmy for that, but he's a businessman first and before any cowardice. "A thousand an' you have him til morning t'do whatever drains your balls, my good man. Just leave him breathing and with all parts attached."

Al leans on the bar, looking around until he spots the pale slip of a boy and all the shine of his vinyl pants.
"Chase!" The kid perks up and heads over.

[loveless_man]

Jimmy doesn't answer to the price or the state Chase will be in upon return. he swivels around to look at the thing he just bought. In any normal circumstance he'd refuse it. Chase has piercings. He doesn't like those at all. And what he really wants is a shapely woman. But Jimmy recognizes a brother in the whore. His song is sweet and white. Jimmy wants to smother it without his own and that desire looks a lot like love.

The money goes on the bar. It's slightly damp and dirty with fresh soil. The ghost smells strongly of dead roses and lilacs the closer Chase gets. He brushes his hair into place looking more alive and like a heart throb more then a monster.
"Hey, Chase."
He grins at the boy like a rock star on a teenage girl's wall.
"Wanna go on a trip me with me?"