Nomad's Baby

No Means No

"Fuck." Jonas rubbed a hand down his face.

It was broad daylight and he was in front of a bar.

And he was standing here because he knew Whisper was inside. After all that rationale, here he was trying to convince himself to basically proposition a guy he only knew in passing to go on a blind date.

A blind double date, because he was dating a woman that was funny and sweet but mostly crazy.

One step and Jonas shut his eyes, telling himself to go back to the hotel.

This was high school shit.

Alright, go in and briefly embarrass yourself, get the no and go back and tell Vic. Then at least the shit turned out just like you said it would.

Pep talk done, he quickly made his way to the front door. The bar was down the street from the hotel where they were staying, kind of on the border of the safe tourist part Tijuana and the part the cops didn't care about.

He glanced around the spot. It was a decent sized space with a second story. The decor was alright, traditional southwest, but it wasn't half as good as his bar.

In the corner of the room he heard the distinct sound of a pool cue. The man himself loomed huge over the table.

Thank God no one was in here.

"A Death Skull in Tijuana."

Of course Jonas had already been spotted. His little announcement got no reaction. Jonas was more familiar with the others, Skorpio, Bleed and the accurately named Chaos. They were all regulars at his place except for Whisper. Whenever he did show up it was never for conversation.

The others would have at the bar or VIP but he would stay in the cut. One minute you'd see him with a beer in his hand, the next he'd be gone, like fucking Batman or something.

"Jonas." He tried to introduce himself with a smile while silently cursing out his girlfriend.

"I know."

"You're down here now? Needed to get out of Amber Falls a bit?"

The biker hit another ball straight into the side pocket, ignoring him. Jonas pulled the cigarette from his ear.

He could offer to play a game, but that was just beating around the bush. Jonas wasn't used to being in situations like this and wanted it over with. "Don't know how often this happens but uh - Did you want to go out on a date with my girl's friend? Vicky."

The pool cue paused in his hand. His head turned to the side and he looked up.

Dark eyes landed right on him.

"Her name's Sera. She's a nice lookin' chick. We're just out here hanging out and she's kinda feeling like a third wheel." Probably could have held back on that last sentence.

It might have been a smirk on the Death Skull's lips but more than likely it was disgust.

"She's like 5'7. Good shape."

"You're fucking serious?"

Jonas huffed. "Yeah, man. We were going to head to Mezcalera around 8, just to eat and have a few drinks."

"No."

Jonas nodded. "Cool."

Whisper leaned down to set up his next shot. "Let Vic know I don't date. Blind or otherwise."

"Got it." Jonas was relieved to get the fuck out of there.

**

"What happened?" Vicky rushed him in the parking lot when he got back to the hotel.