Campfire Road

The Dean

It's only a few minutes and they hear noise in the hall.

A minute more and a large muscle fighter comes in, bloodied and sweaty.

His sandy blond hair is tied back in fight knot, but nothing of him reminds Jake of the boy he met once.

He scratches his head and looks to the cloaked invaders, "Not tonight, Goreapine."

Goreapine states, "I paid your handler for three watchers."

Dean undoes his knot, "I don't have time for this."

Hera takes her hood down, "Please, Dean, we have to get out of Eden."

Dean fusses with his bloody hair, "You're supposed to be dead by now."

He huff-walks for the shower space and turns one on.

She tries, "Please."

Dean drops his fight shorts, "Yeah, of course, but they'll panic when I let an unknown fryker in."

He showers as if having an audience is normal.

Goreapine tries, "But she's their benefactor."

Dean complains, "You're not supposed to know that."

Hera fusses, "How do you know?"

Dean works his hair with expensive, woody scented cream, "I know that's Jake you're hiding in that cloak.
"He's smart to stay in it.

"Video in here, but no audio so it's okay to tell me how impressed you are I'm buffer than you."

Jake flatly states, "I'm a lover, not a fighter."

Dean huffs, "Bullshit. You're a dirty fighter and a horny bastard."

Hera stops Jake as he steps closer, "Please, Dean."

He shuts the water off, "I said yes, toots.
"I have an exact timing on this."

He dries off as they worry and Goreapine openly gawks.

Jake knocks on Goreapine arm, "Hey."

"What? I paid triple this time."

Dean chuckles, "It's fine, Jake.
"That's life as a whore.'

Hera fusses, "Is it true? Jazapie owns you?"

Dean gets in a locker, "I can address no remarks of my ownership, you know that."

Hera snorts air, "I swear, his hobby is causing me grief."

Dean dresses in fine clothes, "One could argue that the other way.
"I say, ya are like siblings."

The frykers breathe deep and slow.

Goreapine wonders, "Can you corroborate that, Hera?"

She admits, "I am fonder of him than my brother, but that's the best I got."

Dean sits to put on men's dress shoes, "Anyways, how'd ya get away from Garvin?"

Jake wonders, "How do you know he was here?"

Goreapine informs him, "Everyone knows."

Dean dusts his clothes as he stands to get his brush from the locker.

Jake lets his disapproval fuss, "Got a hot date?"

Dean chuckles as he brushes out his hair, "I only do dudes under threat of death, but it's nice to know you think I look good."

Goreapine sounds of drunken laughter, "You're as hot as him."

Hera complains with restrained humor, "Is there too much muscle bound man in here for you to focus?"