The Dumpster

Trash pt.2

I walked into my room and turned on the light. Ace had passed out on my bed. I put the bag of food on the floor and grabbed the clock off my desk. I took note of its weight before pelting it at Ace. It hit him directly on the arm and he woke up.
"What the Fuck Dude?!" In his less then ideal arousal from slumber, he fell onto the floor. He sat there rubbing the area of impact as a bruise formed.
"Sorry. I thought you were unconscious. From the, uh, bottle of vodka you chugged last night. Or dead. At least for the night."
"I'm alive bitch. Goddamn. Take it." He tossed the clock to me. "What did you get for me? Pancakes? Or something else?"
"Sandwich. You call Preston to come get you?" I handed him the bag. He opened it, looked up, and winked at me.
"Yeah. He gave me an ear full. I'll pay you back?" He bit into the sandwich and nodded. He smirked. "Or you can steal my food like you used to."
"My step mom was a bitch."
"I know."
My ears started ringing. I looked up. Something felt weird. My skin felt electric. "Ace. You feel that?"
He sighed. "Yeah. Fucking annoying demons."
I clutched the clock tightly and stood up. Ace pulled out a switchblade. We opened my door and glanced down the stairs. Ace grinned at me and we creeped down. I spotted a figure and threw the clock. The clock hit the figure in the head and it fell. Ace walked  up to the figure and grimaced.
"Fuck. Dimitri, it's Preston. He's going to be so pissed off when he wakes up."
"Why doesn't he ever just knock? He knows we can't distinguish him from other demons."
"Urgh. Let's just get him upstairs."
I grabbed his arms and Ace, his legs. His head lolled around like a pocket watch. Blood dripped from a small gash. I frowned as I understood why Ace grabbed his legs. Preston's blood stained my shirt. This was my favorite shirt.
We sat him in the bathtub. No use letting him stain my other things. He sat there for about an hour. Ace chewed on his sandwich and put his hand on Preston's forehead.
"He's going to wake up soon."
"Want the med kit?"
"Yeah."
"It's downstairs. I'll be back. If he happens to wake up…?"
"I'll tell him he tripped."
"Urgh. Too late. Dimitri, did you hit me? With a clock?" Preston sat up and rubbed his head. "Fucking hell. You have good aim."
"Need the med kit?" Ace pushed his hair back.
"Yeah. It's pretty deep." Preston grabbed his hand. I began rummaging through the cupboards.
Ace laughed uneasily. "I thought you'd be pissed."
"Don't get me wrong, I'm infuriated. I'm trying this new thing where I don't let it affect me."
"That's really good. And a bit terrifying." Ace grinned. "Trying for scare factor?"
"When don't I?"
"I think you're just going soft."
"You got me pegged."
"Um," I interrupted, handing Ace the kit. "Here. You guys can flirt later."
"We're not just doing that." Ace winked. "Why'd you take so long at Denny's Dee?"
"I was eating their shitty comfort food. Because why not," I stated with a shrug. I hoped they didn't see my pink cheeks. "No big deal."