The supernatural?..... seriously?

Ross, the potion dealer

Word count: 1701

"You did what!?" Angelique screamed at the top of her lungs.

Brendon and Dallon decided that they'd need to tell Angelique, because since Dan went.... A little of the road, she took care of everything and everybody.

"Well it's actually what I didn't do." Brendon giggled happily. He sat crossed legs on the bed, smiling like a little child.

Angelique's eyes widened out of anger. Her gaze switched from Brendon to Dallon, who jumped and put his hands in the air in a defensive matter. "I did nothing wrong!"

"He freaked out and became-" Dallon pointed to Brendon's new appearance "like this! So I gave him this." The demon showed the bottle with Brendon's 'calming potion'.

Angelique examined the, now empty, bottle. "Brendon what is this?" Angelique voice was shaking out of anger or frustration. Dallon couldn't tell, but to be sure, the demon did a step back. Brendon immediately looked at the shorter woman, his little grin was replaced by a look full of disgust. "That's the potion Dallon made me drink, because I didn't do it."

"It supposed to make him calm down when he's having 'an attack'. " Dallon explained, still keeping space between him and Angelique. "If he gets too angry, he becomes his true form. And we absolutely don't want that, not now he's on earth."

"So if it's so important that he's calm, why didn't he just take the damn potion?!" Angelique said with a raised up voice. She walked to the desk and set the bottle down.

"Because it taste horrible." Brendon answered while he squinted his face in distaste. "And, I'm completely capable of keeping my composure. Look at me! I'm completely fine."

Angelique closed her eyes while she took a deep breath, trying not to lose her sanity. "I'm going to lose my shit." she muttered under her breath. Angelique opened her eyes and looked directly at Dallon, the taller being shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "How long is he going to be like this?"

Dallon looked at his old pocket watch, "Well, the medicine kicked in five minutes ago, so I think he'll stay like this for a couple of days-"

Angelique rolled her eyes in annoyance. "You got to be kidding me."

"Except if" Dallon hesitated a little. He looked like he was in deep thoughts.

"Except what?"

Dallon jumped out of his thoughts, blinking his eyes while he became slightly more present on earth. "Except if Brendon's willing to meet Ryan Ross, again."

Angelique raised one of her brows, "Who's Ryan Ross? His drug dealer?"

Brendon bursted out of laughter as if it was the funniest thing ever said. "She's funny. Ryan is a friend!" He said, shaking his head while grinning.

Dallon crossed his arms, "It's what you call a friend." He muttered as quiet he could hoping the other two in the room couldn't hear him.

"Where's this Ross person?" Angelique said with a hopeful undertone.

"Hell." Dallon shrugged.

"Of course he is." Angelique rolled her eyes.

Suddenly, Brendon stood up from his bed and walked towards the door. "Let's go then!" He exclaimed excitedly.

Then he was out.

"Wait Bren! You aren't supposed to be seen!" Dallon whispered loudly as he walked out too, followed by Angelique.

The two ran into Brendon, who stood in the living room, talking to Charlie.

Charlie didn't seemed to be scared of Brendon's sudden change. It looked like she didn't even notice.