Contract Killers (Multiship)

Chapter 63 - The Boys

This chapter has a lot more bad language than normal. I'll explain in the AQD.

Horror's POV

Lust cycled through the multiple nail polishes on the shelves. He put a few in the shopping basket and continued viewing the beauty products. Lust was planning on giving Blue and Dream manicures.

'How does that work? We're skeletons. Our hands are made of bone.'

I had plans of going out with Dust and Killer. I just had to wait for Lust to finish shopping. Lust grabbed the last polishes that he needed.

Lust: I'm ready to get going.

Me: Okay.

(Time Skip)

Dust led the way to the bar while Killer and I followed him. We also invited Cross. I was actually the one who suggested that he tag along.

We arrived at the bar in five minutes flat. The place was called Grillby's, a very average sports bar. Giant televisions that displayed the latest game of a popular sport. Tables that were placed in random areas in the room. Finally, the most visited spot, the bar.

The boys and I sat at a selected table and waited patiently for someone to take our orders. Eventually, Grillby himself came to our table.

Grillby: Hello Dust, Horror, and... Killer.

God, if Grillby had eyes, he would be giving Killer the deadliest glare in existence. Cross seemed to pick up on the tension between the two, even though he didn't know the story behind the whole ordeal.

Killer: Sup Grillby.

Grillby: What would you like drink? For Horror, I'm assuming the normal, Whiskey Sour?

Me: Yessir.

Grillby: Dust?

Dust: Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, neat.

Grillby: Are you sure about that?

Dust: Yup.

The man consumed in fire shrugged his shoulders as he wrote down the drinks on the notepad he carried. The FHA was considered to be a strong ass drink without the ice. The beverage's contents was bourbon, whiskey, scotch, tequila, Jägermeister, orange juice, lime juice, and syrup. So... pretty damn potent.

Grillby: Killer?

Killer: Mead, please.

Grillby: I see you have brought a new friend. What's your name?

Cross: Cross.

Grillby: Nice to make your acquaintance.

Cross: Likewise.

Grillby: What will you like?

Cross: Just a normal Carona Beer, please.

He nodded and then walked off. He came back with our orders as well cups of water. After he stared at Killer for a second, he walked off.

Cross: What's up with Grillby?

Dust: If I was going to tell you, it would be from the beginning. So basically, before you rookies came along, Killer was kinda the baby of the group. Which means he was also a virgin. Horror and I thought of a plan to get him drunk and get him laid. The plan was successful but, this cunt wounded up having sex with Grillby's daughter, Fuku.

Fuku was a sweet gal. Unlike her father, her flames were green instead of the familiar orange. Her mother passed away a few years ago. Last I heard, she was going to culinary school.

Killer: Dude's never forgiven me.

Dust: No shit, dumbass. You had intercourse with his fucking pride and joy. Don't expect him to forgive you that easily.

Killer: Change of subject real quick. Can we discuss about how Error, the antisocial of the group, is the first fucking one to get truly laid. While we were having Thanksgiving dinner, him and Ink were fucking each other upstairs.

Me: ... How did you figure that out?

Killer: I kinda assumed when they didn't show up for the meal. And the obvious piece of information, Ink is god damn pregnant.

(Time Skip)

After an hour of drinking, we still somehow managed to not piss the good'ol'bartender. Cross tapped out so he wouldn't get drunk, Killer was a bit tipsy, I began to notice the affects, and Dust was nowhere near to feeling the booze.

Killer: Hey Dust, remember when Horror accidentally sent you a picture of his dick?

Dust: Yeah. My first thought was 'Why is it bigger than mine?'

He pointed towards me.

Dust: The dude's shorter than me and he has a bigger cock than I do. What the fuck?

Me: Just lucky I guess.

Dust: Lucky my ass, you dickhead.

He jokingly yelled at me. I laughed as I took a sip from my drink.

(Time Skip)

I helped Killer walk as we went back to HQ. He wasn't drunk but he definitely needed a little aid. Cross and Dust conversed while looking at the buildings of the town.

Dust opened the door for us and I dragged Killer in. Gently resting him on the couch, I went to go find Lust. I found him laying in our bed with a book next to him. Putting the literature work on my dresser, I crawled into the covers with him.

Lust: Hey Horror.

Me: ...

Hey Pumpkin

A Quick Discussion

Herro, I'm guessing you deserve a explanation in the increase of colorful language. Basically, the boys feel the most comfortable hanging out with each other.

Think of it like you and your best and/or friend. You feel like they won't judge you for what you say so it makes you comfortable. I actually like the idea where the boys cuss more when they're together and not with their lovers.

So... yeah, dems da breaks. Love ya and...

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