Dead and Horny

Meeting the Order

The ride out of the canyon was uneventful, and Lily held herself tightly against Dana's body as the zombie took them down the canyon. Whenever they rode together, Lily would reduce her weight to next to nothing to give Dana far more control over the bike, but that also meant having a good grip.

Not that she minded holding on so tightly. Dana's body was particularly warm right now, and she was exuding an energy that reminded the succubus of Mike.

"So are you going to tell me about what happened yet?" Dana asked through Lily's headset.

The succubus had formed a helmet around her skull that was decorated with vintage flames that stretched back along the sides. With her entire imagination as a palette for whatever she wore, it seemed like a shame to cop out and be boring without a reason.

Besides that, flaming helmets looked cool. She wondered if Dana would get mad if she added actual flames.

"Now that we're actually out of the woods, I will. They call themselves the Order." She frowned at the word. She hadn't thought about the Order in decades, but was hardly surprised they were still kicking around. The bastards had been roaming the world for centuries now and there was no reason to believe that it would ever be different.

"The Order of what?"

"Does it matter? The Order of Zeus, Merlin, Oprah, it's just a name at this point. The important thing to know is that we do not fuck around with the Order. In fact, if we ever encounter them again, we will do our best to run as far and as fast as we can."

"We did pretty good for ourselves back there," Dana replied.

"No, we didn't." Lily let out a sigh that became a growl. "They had no idea we were there and were totally unprepared. Even you could see how young and inexperienced they were. Don't clap yourself on the back for getting one over on a pair of rookie monster hunters who were expecting a fight with a drunk. I can guarantee that both of them are just fine right now, and already looking to track us down."

"Oh." They rode another mile in silence before Dana's voice came back through the earpiece. "Is that all?"

"Hardly. What do you want to know?"

"You saw something in Scotes' mind. Care to share?"

Lily scowled. When she had opened up Ray's head to take a look around, she had seen what amounted to an entire lifetime of being a low-grade piece of shit. The man had stumbled into Unearthly Delights after bar hopping and had spotted the flask under the glass of the front counter. His shit behavior had been one of the only reasons he had been trackable by sifting through the clerk's memories, and he had loudly tried to barter the poor guy down until eventually buying the flask for the fifty dollars it had been marked.

The sequence of events that had interested her had begun with Ray's initial excitement that the flask was still full. He had savored the whiskey over a couple of days and been puzzled when the flask never seemed to run out. Disbelief had turned into more excitement, and the biker had to wait until he sobered up to ride his bike into town. If Ray hadn't believed in magic before, he certainly did now, and his mind had stuck to a single memory from his conversation with the clerk.

"C'mon, I can do thirty," he had whined, though he was carrying almost five hundred in his pockets. He always carried enough cash to get him home, just in case, and most of it was stashed in his left boot.

The clerk had rolled his eyes. Though the guy was young, he clearly wasn't going to be intimidated by the tough biker act, and he definitely wasn't buying the obnoxious drunk act either. "Look, all of this stuff got appraised when we got it from the auction, and my boss never marks the good stuff any lower than he is willing to sell it."