Bad Blood (6Questions)

Day 21

"Louis? What time is it?"

He raises his brows, examining his wrist thoughtfully. "Three... ninety... two. Twelve."

"Already?" I chuckle. He's good to go. Not only is it not three ninety-two, nor twelve whatever, he's not even wearing his watch. Because he's put it on the 'red as blood' in little roulette over there on the bar. And won, but forgot to collect his prize.

"Let's get you home, sir," I put him upright, and propping him, I reach for his wallet to find out his home address from his ID.

Our cab arrives, I sit Louis in it.
"Listen," I tell the taxi driver, "set the clock and wait here for me. I have to go get my girlfriend and then we'll all go, okay? Here's an advance, I'll pay for your time."

He growls something disrespectful towards damn drunk people at three in the morning, but can be glad I feel kind of sane and am capable and willing to take care of the drunk damn man in his cab and pay generously for his waiting. He just has to give me a little time for six simple questions back there in the bar.

I pick a girl at the counter. Seeing through her, I don't like her much. But for the plans I have with her, it's possibly better like this.

"Excuse me. Do you speak English?"

"Yeah..."

"Oh, great. And could you help me, please? I have a cab out there with my friend. Would you translate for the driver where I wanna go and that I'd need him to help me drag my friend up in his apartment when we get there? I'm sorry, or were you having something important in here? Is that your boyfriend?"

"No, no, um, sure, I'll go translate for you."

"Dieu merci, you're an angel, really. Pretty and kind. And clever, speaking two languages. That's captivating," I don't go far for cheap compliments and accompany them with a deep stare into her wineshot eyes. To which she seems to respond well.

"I can also speak French," she follows me through the crowd towards the exit with a wide smile. "Understand mondieu anyway..." she giggles.

I grab her hand not to lose her on the way. "Magnifique."

She flushes and smiles. "Merci."

"Envie d'une petite aventure nocturne ?" I try. Why not make the sixth question a little more exciting.

"Si?" she guesses unknowingly.

I give an allusive smirk over her stating she knows French. Hopefully a French kiss works better for her.

I stay close behind her while she bends down to the car window, translating for the confused taxi driver who knows English better than this drunk chick. But the blond's crucial. And it's crucial that she shivers when I touch her exposed butt and lets me. Facile.

"Why don't you come with us?" I look deeply in her blurred eyes when she draws herself up from the window. "You know, should we needed translator when we get to the house. Or in the house later on..."

I'd say she understands. And nods, sending an inviting smile back to me. Silly girl, gets in a stranger's car, in a stranger's flat, what can I say.

Louis is dragged up, the driver gets paid a small fortune for his effort, and the girl makes sure to kick off her heels the second the door closes.

"By the way, my name..."

"What do you think," I interrupt her swiftly, catching her waist, "is it too rude to let the owner sleep on the couch, and take over his bed?"

"I think it's the best we can do."

It's the best we can do, alright.

I reach for Carson's bag, where I've noticed his cuffs. Real police shackles. Probably meant for me - so who minds if I get use of them. What an interesting toy to animate the game. "Give me your hands."