Homoween 2019: Hollywood Coven

Day 2: Halloween Hangover

It was supposed to be a straight drive. There wasn't much between LA and Las Vegas but road and desert. Nobody should've gotten distracted and they weren't supposed to end up doing weird things but *apparently* drive in movies were more important than a weird mystery.

"I'm still on the road," Luke said into his phone. "No, I understand-" he was behind the little concession stand and speaking low. The whole of the back of the stand smelled strongly as a place where more than a few drunken men had pissed. 

"Well- I'm not the head of the pledges-" he continued.

Derek's face popped up, looking around the corner. He had a hot dog in each hand, Red Vines tucked underneath his arm, and a hat with beer cozy sides and a beer in each ones with the straw directly inserted between his lips. Luke couldn't really afford to be distracted yet though, so he waved for Derek to go back to the car while he finished his business.

"What do you mean Dominic isn't returning calls? He's not a full brother yet." A pause. "Well, he hasn't quit, has he? Good, good. I was- quite excited when he showed up for his appointment. No, not just because he was an enjoyable lay. You have to have seen him. He did this stage production of Phedre- yes, the one where the stepmother is in love etc etc etc. It was magic. I would've turned him right then and there if I could've. Yes, it's all very Interview with the Vampire I know. But I'm not in LA. Send Idris or Stephen over if one of them is in town. I'm not- I'm following a little weird trail and I'm with a wolf so I'm not going to turn around. Derek. No, this is not a sex thing. No, we're not involved Ryan!" 

Luke let out what amounted to a very annoyed sigh. 

"Is that what they're all saying?!"

A long pause.

"Well, just- keep me in the loop. I have to go alright? Yes, I love you too Brother Ryan."

Luke walked slowly back to the car after hanging up his phone. He climbed in and let his body unwind, not quite on top of Derek but definitely needing some good emotional vibes at the moment. 

"Trouble in paradise?" Derek asked with those adorable, big eyes of his. 

Luke plucked the beer straw from Derek's lips and moved it into his mouth, settling in as the theme to Halloween began to play on the drive in screen. 

"Hey-" Derek whined in protest.

"Oh, eat your Red Vines."

"You haven't drank much today. You're gonna have a hangover tomorrow."

"My whole coven thinks we're going to get married apparently."

"Say what?" Derek asked between mouthfuls of popcorn.

"They think we're- dating."

"You could do a lot worse than me!"

"Don't sound so excited."

"Oh. Is it- you're not still mad about the Philippe thing are you?"

Luke squinted his eyes at Derek. "No I'm not still mad about the Philippe thing-"

"Because he came to the Dog Park too. Like, he was just toying with everyone." Long simmering pause. "You okay? Seriously?"

Luke sighed. He watched Jamie Lee going about her life, unsuspecting. "I don't know. We just- I'm not supposed to tell you this but we had a pledge stop answering our calls. They haven't dropped out but-"

"Sounds rough."

"It is. You're out of beer."

"I thought my head felt lighter."

"We should be in Vegas by now."

"When was the last time you were at a drive in theater?"

"Umm never actually."

"No? God, you really are from Wales."

"It's not a common thing. I have done movies in the pool. That was quite fun- Jaws, you know."

"I can imagine."

"I can't believe Richard Dreyfuss turned down the Literariets."

Derek shrugged. "Some people don't know a good thing when they have it. Killer in Mr. Holland's Opus though. Man, that movie made me cry. Watch out Jamie Lee!"

Luke watched as Derek yawned and his arm gracefully moved across the wingspan of the seats and all of a sudden they were snuggling.

"You know, if you seduce me now, I can't go get refills on the beer."

"It's not great beer anyways. We should find a bar after this."

"We're halfway there."

"Vegas will still be there if we spend one night getting hammered together."

"I think you're just trying to get in my pants, Wolf Boy."

"Shhh- concentrate on Michael- pretend he's Waldo."