To Hell and Back

Part 14

S- Shortly after the group of them were walking into the cafeteria when Jarrod laid eyes on Bis snoring.

"Pfft looks like the old boat had quite a wild night", Jarrod said with a grin walking towards him.Neo rolled his eyes as he jotted down a quick note.

"Let the boat sleep you know he could crush your head like a tomato can right?", Neo wrote."Oh relax Neo.....I'm just gonna mess with him a bit....besides look on the bright side I'm not messing you at the moment princess", Jarrod said earning a death glare from Neo.Jarrod walked up and gave Bis a quick nudge.

"Hey there big guy stalkers are about to head out and figured I'd say goodbye.....hell this might even count as an indirect liplock stud lucky you", Jarrod said with a slight chuckle as he took a sip of Bismarcks "coffee".

Almost immedietely Jarrod spat out the black liquid gagging and trying to get the horrifying taste out of his mouth. Once again he found himself cursing vampiric enhanced senses."Oh god what kind of.....ugh I can't get the taste out of my mouth", Jarrod said gagging slightly.Neo meanwhile was having a blast as he silenced laughed which really sounded more like repetitive breaths for the mute. John merely touched some of the liquid with his finger and smirked.

"Oil......Jarrod.....use your brain.....why would a battleship be drinking coffee", John said."Why would a battleship eat Bagels!!! I dunno man!", Jarrod said looking horrified by the taste in his mouth.

"Seems everyone is awake and lively", Kara said entering the mess looking like she just woke up herself with her hair down.

Z- While the ship was passed out, it seems his usual early warning system wasn't functioning either, as he didn't even move as they approached, completely unresponsive until he was nudged, at which point he looks up at Jarrod with a mix of exhaustion and annoyance on his face. When the vamp goes for the "coffee", he starts grumbling something in slurred German, though the warning wasn't heeded. As Jarrod splutters, he sits up, sluggishly, rubbing his face, clearly not much of a "morning" person. He huffs, slowly grabbing what's left and dragging it close before lifting it and drinking, seeming to be more of a zombie in this state than the undead Russian.

"We're in a mess hall, Jarrod, just go get something else... and maybe not attempt to steal beverages from now on." Richthofen says, smirking a bitAs Kara walks in, Bis sleepily raises a hand to greet her, grumbling a "Moin" before refocusing on one of his bagels, seeming a bit confused as if he'd completely forgotten where he was, squinting at his surroundings as he eats it.

S- Jarrod coughed and sputtered in an attempt to get the foul oil taste out of his mouth and cursing his vampiric senses to no end. Eventually he shook his head before glancing at Richthofen and letting out a huff seeing the German's smirk.

"Sound advice... ugh... leave it to the ship to have a mug of oil on the table... my taste buds are committing suicide one by one", Jarrod said.

Neo wiped his eyes after his heavy silent laughter at Jarrod's expense his lips curving into an amused smirk.

"And THAT is Karma for last night mate....", Neo wrote with a smug expression."Yeah?... well you still look like a chick", Jarrod muttered.