The ride up to Fantasy
Land with Brittany had been peaceful until the subject of Max came up.
“So, how did you meet
him?” Brittany was looking out the
window, watching, as the city seemed to melt away, replaced by a sea of
green.
“At the conference.” Clare kept her answer short. She didn’t really feel like getting into all
the dirty details.
“Max West.” Brittany glanced at her. “He doesn’t really strike me as someone you
would hang out with. I mean, a TV “ghost
hunter” doesn’t strike me as someone you would befriend.”
“He got attacked by a
succubus, I saved him.” Clare left out
the part where she had actually used Max as bait for the succubus.
“He is cute,
though.” A sly smile spread across
Brittany’s face. “Did you screw
him?”
Clare nearly slammed on
the brakes. She could feel her face
turning bright red at the very sound of Brittany’s question.
“You so did!” Brittany was laughing now. “Was he any good? What was it like? Come on, tell me! Don’t leave out any details. Human sex is something I haven’t tried yet,
so I need you to paint a really vivid picture for me.”
“That stuff is private!” Clare’s voice was choked with
embarrassment.
“Oh come on. I’ve ripped the souls out of men, and watched
them burn for eternity. I’m hardly in a
position to judge anyone for getting off.”
She had calmed down, but that smile was still plastered on her
face.
Clare took a deep
breath. She had never really been one
for “girl talk.” It didn’t come up much
when you spent ninety percent of your time training to battle the demonic
legions that plagued the world. Still…
she had to admit that it would feel nice to act normal for a little while.
“Fine.” She sighed.
“He was… pretty good.”
“Pretty good? Define pretty good.” Brittany was leaning in closer. Close enough where she was almost a
distraction from driving. “Did he make
you scream? Pull your hair?”
“No.” Clare had to laugh. She suddenly realized that Brittany’s view of
human sexuality was most likely shaped by free porn clips on the Internet. “It was pretty normal, I guess.”
“Does he have a
big…”
The sign for the turn off
to Fantasy Land suddenly came into view.
“Oh look, we’re
here!” Clare was hoping Brittany would
get the hint and drop the subject.
“Fine.” Brittany sat back in her seat, crossing her
arms over her chest. “If you won’t tell
me, then I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself.”
As she turned up the
drive towards the theme park Clare’s face started growing hot again. She didn’t even really understand why. Why should she care if Brittany slept with
Max. I mean, she had hooked up with him
a few times over a weekend. Outside
of the physical she had no real
connection with him. Still, she couldn’t
help but feel a little protective.
Brittany caught the look
on Clare’s face. “Do you like him?”
“I… no… I just…” Clare
gripped the steering wheel tight. “Listen,
if you want to sleep with Max, that’s your deal. I could care less.”
“If you say so.” Brittany turned her attention out the window,
but she still had that stupid smirk on her face.
Clare did her best to
refocus. She could see the faded,
chipped sign for Fantasy Land at the end of the driveway. It looked like no one had bothered to repaint
it since her last visit, which was almost twenty years ago. She could only imagine what the rest of the
park looked like.
As the got closer, Clare
could see a large, white van parked in front of the rusted gate. Standing next to the van was a small cluster
of people, and in the middle of that cluster was Max.
She suddenly felt her
heart jump.
“Damn it,” she muttered
to herself. This was not going to be an
easy case.
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