William Verderben

Stories from Work

Will woke up groggy, he should have practiced staying up late. That would be his downfall, failing to complete everything before he fell asleep.

He sat up, and opened his eyes. Bright green eyes met his two inches away, Will fell down again, his persona on as he yelped in surprise.

"Oh crap, sorry dude", the guy said, his white hair falling in his eyes. He stood up, having an uncanny resemblance to the greying coot in the allyhouse.

"Oh your fine, I should have left earlier" Will said, shifting out of the bed "Is you're name Travis by any chance?"

Travis looked shocked, "How do-"

Will looked at the case, "A man stopped by the bar I work at, said something about his son, that his name was Travis. You look like him, odd how your eyes are different"

Travis winced, but shook it off, Will moved to his things, "I can go, if you don't want me longer"

The white haired man stepped closer, "No, no, it's fine. I'm sure the other guys wouldn't mind if you wanted to stay as long as you want, Garroth explained what happened."

Will smiled, grabbing something in his hands, he whipped around and splashed Travis with one of the vials. He yelped, then went cross eyed. Taking a step back, his already bright green eyes turned neon, Will stifled a laugh, that was easy. Now for the hard part, he pushed the dazed Travis to sit on the bed, and clasped the green necklace around his neck.

"There," Will said, he tapped the side of Travis's head, "All better"

Travis snapped back, his head tilted to the ceiling. The pendant's green swirled, mixing with a dark purple. Will looked closer, a tiny crack had formed right in the setting. It was nothing, he said to himself, it was just used too soon, he should have waited for the gem to settle. Travis's head looked forward again, Will helped him up.

"What happened?" he said, his eyes looked like someone had coloured them in with highlighters.

"You were gonna introduce the rest of your roommates" Will said, Travis smacked his forehead, turned to the doorway, and screamed at the top of his lungs.

Four guys sprinted into the room. One was Garroth from the night before, his hair was fixed, but he still looked like a trash bag in Will's opinion, next was a dude with light brown hair, tied in a bun, he was also staring directly at Garroth's butt. Then, a bluenette, lighter than Will, he had on a pair of pink sunglasses, whining about how he was doing something important, next to him was some emo looking boy, well not boy, but he was at least one head shorter that Blue's Clues, he had on a pair of headphones twice as big as his head.

Travis went down the line, "You've met Garroth, that's Laurance, Dante, and Zane"

Each said his hello, nice to meet you, or uninterested grunt. Will smiled, introduced himself, and immediately wanted to slam his head into a bucket of water. After the couch was fixed, they started talking. Will, keeping up with his game, stated he worked at a bar. The three that seemed interested leaned forward, asking if he could make something right now. Will agreed, standing up and heading for his case.

Following them into their kitchen, he set the case up on the kitchen island. Opening it, all the bottles had been dyed browns, dark reds, and white. The boys had already gotten out their stash of booze, mostly cans of beer, but Zane reached down into a cupboard and pulled out a fancy bottle of rum. Will cracked his fingers, this was his actual job after all. With great ease he expertly shook the drinks, he didn't use the bottles in his case, saying he only used those for important things, and poured them into glasses as the dude squad ooh'd and ahh'd. After he had finished, Will took out one of the vials, again dyed, and dripped three drinks with it, assuring that is was a special thing he did, that it would make the drinks seem magical.