To Hell and Back

Part 1

S- Jarrod glanced over at John as the toasted another drink. It had been quite some time since their antics in Europe and with the current situation going on over there they were more than happy that America thus far had chosen to stay out of it. Despite everything they had both chosen to stay with Air Force though they certainly had spent more time fighting on the ground rather than in the air. Jarrod slammed his shot down before glancing at his friend.

"Hope Arthur is still doing alright....poor guy is probably in the thick of it by now", Jarrod said."Most likely.....he can handle himself pretty well likely teaching the krauts a thing or two.....you nervous?", John asked.

"Why would I be nervous? Far as I'm concerned after the fuckery that was the last war I'm more than content to stay the hell out of anything going on over there in Europe... shit though man you hear about what's going on over there? Not quite the same as the last war", Jarrod said.

"No your right there....its not at all the same.....the Nazi party are doing things that I would consider genuinely evil.....and if I had to guess Miss Kensington is making a bunch of them regret their life choices right about now", John said.

"Wonder what Richtofen thinks of all that.....guy never struck me as someone that would be on board for that kind of thing", Jarrod said.

"Your under the assumption he would have a choice....he most likely fell in line like everyone else.....fight for the home team even if their in the wrong right it's still your home", John said."Not always or do I have to remind you about that sociopathic mute that constantly had his lips firmly connected to Herr Richtofen's ass", Jarrod said.

The two got a slight laugh about that as they ordered another round."Your sister seemed to be adapting well.....still can't believe she had you turn her", John said."We're a team always will be.....turns out getting old and dying while I live on alone forever didn't sit to well with her... gotta say if the situation was reversed I likely would have done the same", Jarrod said with a shrug as the two toasted their glasses and took their shots.

Z-  As the two men reminisce, the doors to the bar open, and a woman wearing a navy uniform, her blond hair in a bun, walks in with a scowl, sitting at the far end of the bar, ordering a beer for herself. The barkeep takes care of it as quickly as he can, almost nervously, before checking on the two vampiric pilots. The man is still somewhat nervous, but with vampires being marginally less common in the states, his nervousness around them is to be expected

"How are you two gentlemen doing, need anything else?" he says with a manufactured smile, working on cleaning some dirty glasses.

S- Jarrod glanced behind him as the woman walked in. He gave a low whistle before John smacked him over the head.

"Ow....just saying man....I mean she's clearly navy so life choices aren't on point, but still girls a looker", Jarrod said.

"Sure, but the scowl on her face tells me you wouldn't be if you decided to hit on her", John said."Tch brother your just jealous cause you have no game", Jarrod said nudging John with a chuckle.

"Please I've been around for centuries I've probably been with more partners than you have even seen women in the grand total of your living years", John muttered."That just means your old as hell", Jarrod said getting another damning look from John.
Once the bartender walked back over Jarrod gave the man a friendly smile. By now he was used to getting nervous glances for his vampirism. He never took it to heart as long as it was just benign nerves. Though there were the ones that outright hated vampires."Sure we'll take another round.....and actually see that pretty blonde over there....grab her a drink on the tab", Jarrod said.