How about we take a break?

Ch1:Tired

Somewhere in Nevada
Hank was walking in...Well in the middle of nowhere, he didn't really know where he was going, nor did he care, he just wanted to be alone for a moment, he kept on walking til he spotted something in the distance, he squinted to see what exactly it was, it looked like a small building, he walked up to see it was bar "Grunts and Drunks" is what it said on the sign, he walked in and saw that it was empty, luckily there was still some alcohol on the shelves, he took a sit on the booth in front of the bar, he put both arms in the counter and sighed, it was peaceful and quiet.
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Until he heard a familiar burrowing, he turned to see nothing....Expect for a stop sign, Hank immediately knew who it was
"Maybe if I ignore him, he'll go away"
Hank thought to himself, he was immediately proven wrong when the same stop sign was thrown into the bar like a spear nearly hitting his head
"For fuck sakes"
Hank mumbled, he heard the giggle of a clown, but it was no ordinary clown, it was Tricky, Tricky the pain in the ass, or the clown if you want to be more polite, He felt the clown's elbow on his back along with his heavy weight, the fucker was being cheeky like usual
"A bar eh? I didn't think you were the type to drink before a brawl"
Tricky snickered
"But hey, I guess it numbs the pain somehow"
He said reaching for his sign
"So how much did ya drink? I want you to be sober enough to still feel some pain"
He said with grin, er...Or what a grin would look like if the bottom skin of your jaw was gone, Hank just groaned
"I'm not in the mood"
Hank growled
"Aw! What's wrong? Did Hanky Panky not get enough alcohol in his system~?'
The clown teased, Hank's fist tighten, a vein popped on his neck
"Oh? Is Hanky getting angy?"
Tricky said while poking Hank's cheek
"Tricky, I don't want to fight..."
Hank hissed
"Oh? And why is that? Is it because I actually scare you? Is it because your going soft? Or is it because you know no matter what you do, Clown will ALWAYS kill yo-"
Right before Tricky could finish, Hank spun and yank Tricky by the collar of his suit
"IT'S BECAUSE I'M FUCKING TIRED YOU ASSHOLE!!!"
Hank roared, shoving Tricky to the floor, Hank stared at the clown...Then sat back down, putting his hands to his head, Tricky stared in awe, he never saw Hank like this, he still looked intimidating yet...So broken, Tricky stood up and looked over Hank's shoulder, he didn't say anything, hell he didn't know what to say, he just scratched the back of his head, but the silence wasn't really helping either, so he figured he might as well try to get a conversation going
"So...Are you tired like, you wanna take a nap or?..."
Tricky asked
"No...Maybe...I don't know, I just wanna take a break from everything...Take a break from the madness"
Hank said
"A break from madness? Are you forgetting where we are? You're trapped in the madness as soon as you pop out the womb"
Tricky laughed
"Thank you for pointing out the obvious"
Hank said sarcastically
"I just...Want some peace and quiet now and then"
Hank sighed, Tricky was surprised by this, the most dangerous assassin DOESN'T want to slaughter 24/7!? How can such a possibility even exist!?
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Fuck it, the clowns taking a break too, Tricky took a seat next to Hank
"What are you doing?"
Hank asked
"Taking a break, I'm off the clock, and I'm in a somewhat generous mood, so I won't be causing any problems for ya, but I will keep teasing ya"
Tricky replied, he looked at the shelves
"Hey? Did you actually have a drink?"
The clown asked
"No"
Hank answered, the clown got up and walked over to the shelf and grabbed a bottle, and pointed a bottle at Hank
"Would you like to?"
He asked, just as Hank was about to reach out for it, Tricky popped the bottle and chugged it all, letting out a loud belch, Hank just stared at him, raising a brow
"Seriously?"
Hank said annoyed, Tricky laughed and grabbed another bottle and handed to Hank, Hank pulled his mask down and drank, Tricky looked at Hank impressed, Hank caught him looking and put the bottle down
"What?"
Hank asked, Tricky snapped back into reality
"Oh, pardon me, I know it's rude to stare, but I couldn't help but notice thaaaat...Your lower just is just metal"
Tricky said
"You're just now noticing?"
Hank said while staring at Tricky like he was stupid
"Yeah yeah, smartass I noticed, but there is just one question I just HAVE to ask" Tricky put his hand on his chin and his elbow in the counter
"How come you never put it to good use?" Hank was confused
"Ya know? Bite me?"
Tricky explained
"Oh, well, I thought about it, but I was kinda worried about the taste, I don't want the taste of a spoiled corpse in my mouth while I'm beating the shit of someone" Tricky gasped and placed a hand on his chest
"How. Dare. You! I'll have you know I had millions of people wanting a piece of this~"
Tricky showed off his body, Hank chuckled and took another sip, Tricky stared at him offended
"You think I'm lying don't you!? Well have about you take a bite?" Tricky offered his hand to him, Hank stared and looked up at Tricky
"Go on" Tricky waved his hand slowly at Hank
"...Alright" And with that, Hank grabbed Tricky's hand and held it close to his face, he sniffed it like an animal, low growls slipped out of his mouth, Tricky actually felt his heart beat faster, which is kinda weird since he's dead, then suddenly, without warning, Hank sank his fangs into Tricky's hand
"HOLY SHI-" Tricky Yelped, his heart was beating faster now, he could hear it as if it was in his ear, but it wasn't out of shock, it was...Excitement? Hank released his mouth from his hand licked the blood off his bottom jaw
"Huh, not as bad as I thought, guess you better watch out for my chompers" Hank chuckled, Tricky just looked at the bite marks, mesmerized.
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"Are you blushing?" Asked Hank
"NO!!!"