Homoween 2019: Hollywood Coven

Day 1: Zombie Jock

"You are listening to Komp 92.3-"

"No we are not." Derek said, shaking his head a little as he drove.

"You are listening to 96.3 KKLZ- 80s-"

"Pass-"

"Just pick a station, love. It'll be fine."

"No! We can't just pick a station. What if we're riding into a mysterious battle? I'm not going down to the best of Kool and the Gang. We're not getting married."

"My coven might find they're less progressive than they think if that were to happen. You are quite a catch though, for a wolf."

"That's what they say," Derek shrugged and then grinned from the driver's seat. "I don't think you like Hawaii enough to be mating material." He looked a little squished in the mid-sized sedan drivers side but then Luke felt like Derek looked. Luke's shoes were off and his bare toes wiggled on the dashboard. There wasn't much sun coming through, which though it wouldn't have been a problem- Luke felt was thoughtful for Derek to do when renting a car.

He also conceded that if they were storming into battle that a mid-size rental sedan was not the way he'd want to do it. He had a romantic idea that if he were going in that direction, he'd want black horses and a stagecoach done in the Victorian style that he could ride atop of- almost as though he were truly a bat riding in from hell. Of course, there was a great wind and Derek was shirtless in this scenario.

Before he'd been turned, Luke had love vampires. Luke had had something of an obsession with them. Whether they were Nosferatu or Leslie Nielsen, they were the way to go. He wasn't sure if it had been prescient but he'd certainly known a lot of what to expect when he'd been invited to be turned.

"- Estas escuchando La Buena-"

"Nope." Derek yipped, turning the radio to static. The downside of the werewolf- a seemingly incomplete and exhaustive lack of patience.

"Why don't you just use your ring transmitter pup? Or did you forget it in your haste?" Derek blushed a little in Luke's direction and just made a little whimper noise. "Don't worry pup, I've got you covered. Jewelry is something I carry off quiet well."

Luke loosened his pinky ring- a small and unobtrusive thing. He connected it to the dashboard lighter and a little whine and brief green glow from the radio told him that he'd done a good job.

"See, this is why you're my hero. But like also I am a fully grown adult. I'm not a pup."

"I mean spiritually, love. Spiritually."

"Wouldn't that make you spiritually speaking a walking speedo?" Derek asked, batting his lashes in Luke's direction.

"And here I was going to give you road head on our way-" Luke teased, giving Derek a wink. 

"Not sure that would be a good idea unless you want us to crash. I'd just get waaaaay too into that-" Derek chuckled. "Can you hand me my chips?"

Derek turned up the radio as Luke plucked Derek's chip from the hastily made snack road trip bag.

"- concludes this week's episode of Goodbyes from Nightvale, the sister series to the acclaimed Cranor and Fink mortal series Welcome to Nightvale. Podcasts available wherever you get them from. Up next- Zombie Jock radio dj Blleeeerrrg McGrreeeegggghhh, formerly drummer for Dish Stain from Satan's Pit, will be playing you an hour of 80s rock-"

"Don't touch the knob, blood brother-" Derek chided before Luke's hand could even move toward the knob.

"I wasn't going to change it pup. In fact, perhaps I'll get out on the hood and do a little Whitesnake dance for you at the truck stop if the occasion should arise."

"That would get us on TMZ for sure."

"That and the massive wolf wood you'd get from it."

"I feel like you'd overshadow me just a little-" Derek said, grinning and loose and bouncing a little as he waited for the songs from the zombie jock to begin.

"Shhh shhh- what is that-" Luke said as he tuned into the commercial before the first song began.

"- and we'd like to remind all listeners headed into Vegas that there are two tournaments going on and to not enter the mortal one unless you understand current cash exchange rates. We cannot be held responsible for what happens to you if you win. Willman's Wishes will be holding their tournament in the underground MGM Ring, various entry fees can be handled through the Willman estate-"

"That's the guy! That's the guy from the show!"

"Yes, the adorable short magician. Hosting a poker tournament."

"Are you any good with cards?"

"Some. I wonder if we should be wary of any of these cars though. Who knows who might be heading that way-" Luke said with a feeling of foreboding. Though contemporary covens and other such groups were more liberal- a tournament of any kind could turn up a few older creatures of the night that could turn things problematic on a whim.

This seemed to Luke to make things slightly more serious than before. And he was right to think so, since their mostly nondescript rental sedan was being tailed a few lengths back by a famous Hollywood Hunter duo.