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((Was going through my old short stories and came across this one. Zack and Dameyen, unlikely friends. :D WARNING!! 18+ on this one due to cursing.))
Dameyen sighs deeply thinking about the task at hand. He thinks back to all the things Zack had done for him. For someone whom he had never previously gotten along with, Zack had become somewhat of a brother to him, a big brother. He felt compelled to thank him, but Zack was not the type you'd like to chat and have a beer with. No Zack was much happier heaving his huge five foot long, two foot wide great sword into some poor bastard while grinning manically as he was covered in their blood. Even in this time of hover cars and deep space merchant ships, Zack was in fact stuck in one time period from our deepest primal past.
It wasn't often he visited for he chose to stay most of the year on technologically protected planets. Such places had not had the jump in technologies as the rest of the system and were deemed 'untouchable' until their own technologies caught up. Dameyen remembers when he him self had been stuck on one such planet, with not even a ball point pen as technologies go. Zack was one of the people who helped rescue him. He had also in a sense helped Dameyen in his marriage, by exposing his wife had been cheating on him for quite some time. There were many more instances but Dameyen's head whirled thinking of what to say. The only thing they had in common was Dameyen's recent ex wife, Kiara.
He walks to the stairs to the second floor of the huge manor which he resided. His hands in the pockets his khaki pants, he looked down at his flashy red, orange, and yellow tie-dye shirt. He looked further down to his navy blue socks and wondered if they threw off his style. He shrugs, taking his hand out to scratch his neon green hair and as he does so his deep purple dog collar jingles lightly. He sighs as his hand moves down his bronze freckled skinned face, scratching his chin sandy blonde chin beard. He gives a soft shrug before he bounces up the stairs.
As he gets to the top it opened to a huge game room with a full service bar and small kitchen. To the right was a huge screen TV with various game systems set up with a very comfortable couch to lounge on. To the left, card tables and on the back wall were more couches surrounded by coffee tables. Straight back was the bar and small kitchen which led to the air hockey tables and pool tables. His best friend Ziear had just bought a new pool table. As he walked to the bar he heard the unmistakable crack of a cue ball smacking into other billiards balls. He opened up the massive cooler and grabbed an ice cold beer and then hunted for some crackers and walked over to the small fridge to grab some sharp cheddar. His hands now full, he walked in to the billiard room where as he expected, Zack was playing pool.
Zack by all standards was a massive and terrifying man. His terrifying seven foot, 300 pound muscular frame towered over Dameyen's pudgy five and a half foot, 215 pound frame. His deep red skin was riddled with scars of all kinds, shapes and sizes. If you asked him it was highly possible he lost track quite some time ago on what scar was from what and how. His jet black hair had started to grey with a modest silver streak that flowed back with the rest of his hair. His arms and legs were so thick Dameyen thought is plausible that they might have been tree trunks at one time. His massive head was boxy with sharp bold edges with a black beard on his chin. He looked as though if you were stupid enough to jump up and hit him in the face that your hand would shatter upon impact.
As usual dress code for Zack, he wore a sleeveless vest made most likely from some poor animal he'd hunted and killed. His blue jean pants had deep stains in that Dameyen's imagination would rather not go. Dameyen couldn't help but think that in his correct time period Zack would have been a barbarian giant of some sort. His heavy boots surprisingly made little sound as he paced slowly around the table, his jade eyes glancing at Dameyen momentarily. Dameyen weakly waved as he almost dropped his crackers. He sets everything on the side bar along the wall.
"Sup!" He says cheerfully as Zack merely nods as he stares with intent at the various position of the billiards. "So dude… I was just thinking the other day, we totally have never played pool. I mean I play with Ziear and Shayne… Alana… But anyways dude, Ziear says your pretty good so I was thinking, if it's uh… cool with you dude… We should totally play some billiards." He chirps out after an awkward silence. Zack stops suddenly and looks at Dameyen holding his 60 inch custom made pool cue like King Arthur held Excalibur.
Dameyen wasn't sure if Zack was about to punch him in the face or re-set the table. "Dude… That's a big stick." He says hoping to crack a smile on Zack's face. He stares blankly at Dameyen before grabbing the rack and tossing it on the table for Dameyen to set up. "That what she say." He replied with broken English in a deep gruff voice. Dameyen sat for a moment before laughing and walking towards the table and setting it up. "Omg you have a sense of humor! That's rad man." He looks up to see Zack looking at him blankly. Dameyen's cheery stoner surfer drawl has always been slightly confusing to Zack. Especially when one considered that English was not his main language and it had been over the years that his own understanding and pronunciations of it became clearer.
"Well I mean I always saw you as this gianormous skerry bitch… I mean um… You never smile dude… Your not gonna punch me now are you? Cuz I may be thick but I break easily…" Dameyen cringes as he sees Zack's blank stare or glare. He wasn't quite sure because Zack always looked annoyed or un-amused. "You done?" He growled as he pointed to the table. Dameyen quickly nodded and rolled the cue ball to Zack. He then walked to the back wall where all of their cue's were. He grabbed the neon green flashy cue and walked back to his food.
Zack positioned the cue ball and aimed only momentarily before breaking, sending a solid into a pocket. "Good shot homes." Dameyen said he looked for the knife he never brought with him. With out a sound or apparent movement Zack walks to Dameyen and reaches behind his back. He pulls out a large hand made knife with an eight inch blade. It was well cared for but it was obvious that it was very old, possibly an antique. He flips it catching the blade with out cutting himself holding the handle towards Dameyen who didn't even see Zack move.
"Whoa dude!" He said loudly as he jumped back from the flipping sharp object. He stared for a moment before realizing Zack was offering him something to cut his cheddar with. "Oh… Thanks." He smiles weakly as he takes the knife and stares at it before using it to cut slices of cheddar. The blade slides through like the cheese as if it was butter. "It sharp." Zack said as he went back to pacing the table for a shot. "I see that, man. Dude what is this? It's like some horrible ancient dagger…" He looks at it for a moment as he eats a cracker with cheese before he notices the strange coloration of the handle. "One of the first I made… old… Still good though…" Zack gruffs as he sinks another ball in a pocket.
"You know dude… This looks kinda cool with the uh dye effect you got on here. Kinda artistic…" He looks up at Zack and now looks at him with furrowed eye brows. "That's blood Dameyen." Dameyen chews slower as if a horrible taste has floated into his mouth as he stares at the old blood stains on the knife. "Well that's special." He says forcing a smile as he swallows hard and puts the knife down and pushes the cheese away from him.
"For being vampire long time ago, you're a bitch." Zack says with almost a grin in his voice. The immortal mage huffs and drinks his beer trying to wash out possible old blood. "I used to like my blood clean… You know no containments in the blood cells such as drugs, parasites, or diseases… No bacteria…" He says the latter wincing at the blade. Zack misses his shot and he shakes his head at Dameyen. "Sure you don't like dick?" He seems to grin at Dameyen as he walks over to where his own beer had been sitting.
Dameyen gets up and walks to the table looking for a shot. "The hell with you man. Dude just cuz my son is gay dunna mean I'm gay. I say he got the love of the dick from his mom. Not me… Besides you don't know what's in their blood. With the people we hunted that's like you drinkin it right from their body… that's like… drinking water right out of the sewer. That's just nasty dude." He continues his rant as Zack finishes his beer and walks out to get another one.
"I mean don't get me wrong I have tried it straight from the source. Not only was the dude's smell horribad, he was frickin' lit on meth, heroine, frickin' I don't know what it was but it made me sick like whoa man. Not cool. Then I was walking around stoned with what ever shit he did. I think Alana said I was chasing cats in the alley meowing at them or some shit. DNW dude not cool man." Zack comes back with a new beer and takes a big swig off of it. He folds his arms in front of him watching Dameyen shoot a striped ball in a pocket.
Zack continues to quietly glare or stare blankly as Dameyen gets two more striped balls in before under shoots and his targeted ball stops just shy of going in the pocket. "Ah that's BS man." He says as he glares at the ball. He then leans over and blows at the ball hoping it will go in but he fails miserably. "Stop blowing balls and move." Dameyen stops abruptly, standing straight up glaring at Zack as he grabs his cue and walks towards the table. "Your just full of humor tonight aren't ja." He says walking to the cheese and crackers.
He almost eats another piece before he looks down to see the horrid knife. He then takes his food items back to the kitchen. Before he places the cheddar back he cuts off the 'contaminated' side and throws it away. He looks around and decides popcorn is a better choice and quickly throws a bag in the microwave and sets the timer. He walks back and stands in the door way watches Zack shoot another ball in a pocket.
Dameyen thinks hard on what to talk about as he decides to be nice and at least clean the cheese off of Zack's knife, even though he believed it wouldn't help. As he finishes cleaning it in the sink the popcorn timer ends and he takes out the bag and pours it into a bowl. He puts the bowl between them and hands Zack back his knife. "Here, you can have your diseased sword back." Zack takes it from him flipping it and quickly sheathing it in the hidden holder behind his back. "Knife. Not Sword." He says gruffly walking around looking for another shot.
"Dude…" Dameyen says as he stuffs popcorn in his mouth. "You are like one big creepy ninja. Like… when you handed me that… knife… I didn't even see you move till you flipped it in the air trying to cut my eye out and some shit." Zack gives Dameyen a blank stare after he sinks another ball in. "I need my eyes man. Don't cut em out." Dameyen grabs a remote off the wall and turns on music and lowers the volume. "For real dude. Eyes. I needs em." He nods stuffing more popcorn in his mouth as Zack shakes his head at Dameyen before walking around looking for another shot. "Somethin' wrong with you."
Both men pause as the music bounces and a woman's voice sings about fashion. "Yea… That's kinda gay…" Dameyen says as he grabs the remote and changes the music. "Had a good beat but wow… Fashion! Put it all on me! Don't cha wanna see these clothes on me?" Dameyen mocks the music while bobbing his head. Zack misses the next shot horribly as he looks down and growls. He stands up glaring at Dameyen. "Don't do that again." Dameyen cringes as another chick song plays and he skips that one too. "Damn chicks and their chick music… Sounded really natural didn't I? I seriously need to stop hanging out with Shayne."
He finds an acceptable song and puts the popcorn down and walks to the table. Zack goes back to his beer and folds his arms at Dameyen. "Dameyen." Zack growls quietly as Dameyen looks up at him quickly. "I punch you if you hit on me." There was a level of threat in Zack's voice as he took another sip of his beer. Dameyen playfully throws his hands up at Zack. "I'm not gay dude! Geez ever since you found out Shayne was gay you've had it in your head I'm gay and some how infected him with the gay virus or some shit. Ask Alana or Kiara… Maybe not Kiara… Sheba… Ask… Never mind don't ask her about me. She's freaking obsessed with me. Ask Alana, I love my womenz way too much."
Dameyen huffed as he paced the table and lined up for a shot. He continued to rant on his non-gayness as he pocketed his ball and walked around and lining up another shot. Zack quietly allowed him to talk while sipping his beer.
"What's with you and Sheba?" Zack growls after a moment. Dameyen looks up at Zack with a confused expression after pocketing another ball. "She is… How you say… Ob…" Zack strains trying to remember the word as Dameyen stands up. "Obnoxious?" He replies to Zack curiously whom thinks for a moment before nodding. "Ah well… She was my childhood crush. And if she had a mute button she's really cute." Zack shakes his head disagreeing with Dameyen. He motions to his own chest with his hands as if grabbing breasts and he sneers shaking his head 'no'. "Nothin."
Dameyen laughs. "C'mon dude you know your first crush didn't have fantastic standards. Besides, we were kids… She was cute and had a crush on me… Then I moved away and we met up again and I realized that she was really annoying. And she's still infatuated with me." He frowns as he pockets a ball. Dameyen continues to ramble on about meaningless things as Zack stares or glares with his arms folded. He unfolds them only momentarily to take a sip of his beer every now and then.
"But dude. Worst ever! After blacking out during a party I woke up in the Chicago Police Department's drunk tank with no pants…Had no clue how or why I was there… I was 16? 17… Omg dude it was bad cause Ziear's mom was on duty that day… Dude she beat my ass worse then my parents… So don't do that combination of drugs and alcohol m'kay?" During Dameyen's rant he had pocketed the rest of his balls and was now trying to work out a shot with the eight ball. Zack simply shakes his head at Dameyen.
"You always loose clothes. Why?" Zack replied quietly. Dameyen stops a moment to take a sip of beer and stuff some popcorn in his face. He thinks about this for a moment before shrugging. "I donno dude… But dude. I've never heard you talk about a drunk story. What's one stupid thing you've done while drunk." He says stuffing his face full of popcorn and eyeing the table.
Zack shifts his weight and scoffs. "Not one… Many stupid thing… Kept goin' back to Kiara." Dameyen tips his beer to Zack and nods agreeing with him. "Dude I know that feeling… But dude seriously, ever like… danced on a table or put a lamp shade on your head kinda drunk stupid thing?" He pauses a moment and can't help but snort with amusement. He imagines Zack three sheets into the wind dancing on a bar with a lamp shade on his head. He quickly stops chuckling as he sees Zack glaring at him.
"No. I not stupid drunk. Rare I get drunk. Takes a lot. For me." Dameyen hops up and aims the cue for a shot. "That's right. Has to be like 900 proof just to get you a buzz." His shot bounces the eight ball all over the table and finally lands it softly into a pocket, winning him the game. "Dude I totally vote that Ziear, you and I need to go to a bar and see what it takes to get you drunk… Wut?" He says shyly as Zack's eyes widen and he glares at Dameyen.
"What… How'd you do that!?" He points at the table. Dameyen looks back at the pocket holding the eight ball then at Zack. "Um… I figured that if I hit this angle at 35 degrees then it would bounce off here at 10 degrees and then…" he continues his geometric rant as he completely looses Zack. Dameyen thinks for a moment. "I used geometry and cause and effect to calculate the trajectory of the ball…" Zack's eyes narrow on Dameyen. It's obvious he still doesn't understand. "… I used magic?" Dameyen cringes as Zack walks towards the table to re-set it.
He stays quiet as Zack sets up the rack. When he finishes setting the billiard balls Dameyen motions for Zack to break. Zack takes momentary aim and breaks sending a striped ball in. Dameyen reaches over and stuffs popcorn in his mouth while bobbing his head to the music. "Hey… dude… What kinda music you like?" Dameyen said breaking the silence. Zack paced the table looking briefly at Dameyen. "Not to be like… racist but… Do you like… uh… tribal music?" Zack stopped and thought for a moment. "I like… Music that sound good." He said finally as he shot a ball in.
Dameyen frowns and nods. "Right okay so… what kinda music is that? Techno, rap, rock… country? Hey what do you get when you play a country song backwards?" He said grinning. Zack looked at him un-amused. "Dude gets everything back!" He chuckles but quickly stops as he sees Zack glare at him. Dameyen clears his throat and stuffs more popcorn in his face. "So what music sounds good to you?" Dameyen says quietly as Zack seems to glare at him. "Music that sound good." He growls as he lines up for another shot. Dameyen raises his eye brows. "I think we have established that you like music that sounds good… Does this dance music sound good?"
Zack pockets the ball and walks to his beer. "No." He says plainly drinking his beer before walking back to the table. Dameyen nods and grabs the music remote and fiddles with it for a moment. The music changes to alternative rock. "Kay… How bout this?" He looks up at Zack whom takes a moment to listen before walking around the table. "No." He says briskly. Dameyen nods and changes the music to rap. Zack quickly looks up to glare at Dameyen. "I'll take that 'Ima stab you Dameyen' glare as a 'no bro this crap sucks'." Dameyen says as he goes out on a limb and changes the music to Celtic. He watches Zack reaction. "… Mreh" He mutters as he lines up for a shot.
"… Did you just bark at me? Sounded like you just barked at me… Kinda… Kinda weird dude." He replies to Zack as he stares at the remote. "I mean I'm the one with the dog collar… If anything I should be the one barking… Let's try this." He says as he changes the music to Chinese interments. Zack makes the shot and listens closing his eyes. "Good music." Dameyen smiles to himself feeling rather triumphant.
The night goes on and Dameyen rambles more and Zack glares a more. They both have more beers but not to the point of being drunk. After winning again Dameyen realized he must back off and allow Zack to win. Zack had a very basic approach to the game. He hit all the obvious pockets first and failed on banking shots, which is where Dameyen excelled. After testing various subjects Dameyen finds their common round is women.
"So okay bro… What's your idea of a perfect woman? Mine's gotta be just totally hot. Cute compact frame. Believe it or not I like short chicks… Short like… Micha short. I like exotic colors like green and blue eyes. I'ma damn fool for green eyes… Cause it's like… my fave color… And a little sassy. She need to be able to carry her self well. Maybe a bit of a dominating personality… No whips and chains though. That's not cool. Flexible and skinny but not too skinny. Maybe athletic? Charming and witty… But bro she's gotta be smart… I did the whole dumb broad thing and it just didn't work. That's the hard part for me… She's gotta be smart. She's gotta get me… Outgoing… Flirty is fun but not slutty. Also she's gotta love to dance." He pauses taking a drink of his beer and looks at Zack whom looks down listening to Dameyen.
He looks up when he's done talking and thinks a moment. "Long hair… Nice boobs… Tall… She… how you say?" He motions with his hands an hour glass figure. Dameyen smiles. "Curvy." He says as Zack nods. "Strong body… Strong mind." Dameyen puts his beer down. "Strong mind? Like strong willed? Like… She doesn't need you kinda strong mind?" Zack nods agreeing with him. "Wow I always figured you'd be the 'I want the silent' type of guy... Scary we kinda have some same tastes in women. You should totally Date Sheba." He snickers as Zack narrows his eyes at him.
"She got nothin'… No boobs." Dameyen laughs at Zack. "Her damn mouth never shut." He growls as Dameyen laughs more. "I'm tryin' to hook her up with someone so she'll leave me alone." He takes the last few bites of popcorn. "Dude… Would you ever date Alana?" Zack scoffs and shakes his head 'no'. "She too much bitch." He quickly replies as Dameyen laughs. "She's tall, long haired, curvy, strong body and strong mind. She totally fits bro." He says mocking Zack whom sneers at him. "She call me red sash… qu…Urgh… How you say?" Dameyen looks at him for a moment before bursting out in laughter.
"She called you a red sashquash? Lol that's great man… I mean ah err." He clears his throat seeing Zack give him an honest glare. "That was a bit uncalled for eh? I mean sashquash might be a lil extreme." Dameyen tries to stifle his laughter. "When'd she call you that man?" He clears his throat again watching Zack. "When we go to find you… After you… axe… hrmm… not mean to port… With good pool table." Dameyen nods trying not to snicker at Zack's Alana given nick name. "She is too much of a bitch sometimes… Okay all the time… She didn't used to be like that though…" Dameyen says after a moment looking down.
Zack looks at Dameyen and if one knew Zack well enough they could see a glimpse of sympathy in his jade green eyes. " Mrah. Woman. Good for pleasure and breakin' hearts. Nothin' more." Zack growls as he finishes his drink. Dameyen chuckles and looks up. "Got that right man… You gotta stop barking at me man… It's freaking me out." He looks down looking at he un-popped corn seeds in the bowl. Zack could see he was thinking about Alana, his first ex wife and the person she used to be. Zack at least knew that Dameyen did love her where he felt Dameyen's marriage to Kiara was more for lust then love. For him it was the opposite.
The true reason Zack kept going back to Kiara was that he loved her. Her repeated cheating and heart break hurt Zack deeper then anyone would ever know. It was highly plausible that no one even knew he loved her because he was not the affectionate type. He had despised Dameyen for the longest time because Kiara openly admitted to her attraction to Dameyen. Even going as far as to try to get him to sleep with her while he was married to Alana. It was Dameyen's constant rejection of Kiara during his marriage that gave him Zack's respect.
Zack narrowed his eyes at Dameyen and moved silently next to Dameyen. He stood quietly waiting for Dameyen to notice he had moved across the room to stand next to him. Dameyen looked up curiously as he realized there was a lack of light over him. He only had a time to yelp 'du' before Zack wrapped his massive arm around Dameyen's neck and head. He playfully gave Dameyen a noogie, which to Dameyen was actually rather painful. He yelped more as he kicked the stool from under himself.
"Stop thinkin' bout that bitch. Forget her… Like I forget Kiara." Zack said as he released Dameyen whom staggered away rubbing his head. "Oh my god dude! Okay yea fine! She's forgotten! You creepy ninja bastard!" Dameyen cringed slightly looking at Zack as though he'd lost his mind. Zack chuckled, which was slightly morbid to Dameyen, and he easily reached over and, to Zack, gently punched Dameyen's arm. Dameyen was knocked back slightly as he made another yelp and held his arm in pain. "You alright… Bro…" Zack said as he walked out to get another beer. "Yea okay you saying bro… is like… weird commin from you… and… Thanks… I think." Dameyen began to think twice about his new found friend ship as he watched the massive bruise form on his arm.
Dameyen sighs deeply thinking about the task at hand. He thinks back to all the things Zack had done for him. For someone whom he had never previously gotten along with, Zack had become somewhat of a brother to him, a big brother. He felt compelled to thank him, but Zack was not the type you'd like to chat and have a beer with. No Zack was much happier heaving his huge five foot long, two foot wide great sword into some poor bastard while grinning manically as he was covered in their blood. Even in this time of hover cars and deep space merchant ships, Zack was in fact stuck in one time period from our deepest primal past.
It wasn't often he visited for he chose to stay most of the year on technologically protected planets. Such places had not had the jump in technologies as the rest of the system and were deemed 'untouchable' until their own technologies caught up. Dameyen remembers when he him self had been stuck on one such planet, with not even a ball point pen as technologies go. Zack was one of the people who helped rescue him. He had also in a sense helped Dameyen in his marriage, by exposing his wife had been cheating on him for quite some time. There were many more instances but Dameyen's head whirled thinking of what to say. The only thing they had in common was Dameyen's recent ex wife, Kiara.
He walks to the stairs to the second floor of the huge manor which he resided. His hands in the pockets his khaki pants, he looked down at his flashy red, orange, and yellow tie-dye shirt. He looked further down to his navy blue socks and wondered if they threw off his style. He shrugs, taking his hand out to scratch his neon green hair and as he does so his deep purple dog collar jingles lightly. He sighs as his hand moves down his bronze freckled skinned face, scratching his chin sandy blonde chin beard. He gives a soft shrug before he bounces up the stairs.
As he gets to the top it opened to a huge game room with a full service bar and small kitchen. To the right was a huge screen TV with various game systems set up with a very comfortable couch to lounge on. To the left, card tables and on the back wall were more couches surrounded by coffee tables. Straight back was the bar and small kitchen which led to the air hockey tables and pool tables. His best friend Ziear had just bought a new pool table. As he walked to the bar he heard the unmistakable crack of a cue ball smacking into other billiards balls. He opened up the massive cooler and grabbed an ice cold beer and then hunted for some crackers and walked over to the small fridge to grab some sharp cheddar. His hands now full, he walked in to the billiard room where as he expected, Zack was playing pool.
Zack by all standards was a massive and terrifying man. His terrifying seven foot, 300 pound muscular frame towered over Dameyen's pudgy five and a half foot, 215 pound frame. His deep red skin was riddled with scars of all kinds, shapes and sizes. If you asked him it was highly possible he lost track quite some time ago on what scar was from what and how. His jet black hair had started to grey with a modest silver streak that flowed back with the rest of his hair. His arms and legs were so thick Dameyen thought is plausible that they might have been tree trunks at one time. His massive head was boxy with sharp bold edges with a black beard on his chin. He looked as though if you were stupid enough to jump up and hit him in the face that your hand would shatter upon impact.
As usual dress code for Zack, he wore a sleeveless vest made most likely from some poor animal he'd hunted and killed. His blue jean pants had deep stains in that Dameyen's imagination would rather not go. Dameyen couldn't help but think that in his correct time period Zack would have been a barbarian giant of some sort. His heavy boots surprisingly made little sound as he paced slowly around the table, his jade eyes glancing at Dameyen momentarily. Dameyen weakly waved as he almost dropped his crackers. He sets everything on the side bar along the wall.
"Sup!" He says cheerfully as Zack merely nods as he stares with intent at the various position of the billiards. "So dude… I was just thinking the other day, we totally have never played pool. I mean I play with Ziear and Shayne… Alana… But anyways dude, Ziear says your pretty good so I was thinking, if it's uh… cool with you dude… We should totally play some billiards." He chirps out after an awkward silence. Zack stops suddenly and looks at Dameyen holding his 60 inch custom made pool cue like King Arthur held Excalibur.
Dameyen wasn't sure if Zack was about to punch him in the face or re-set the table. "Dude… That's a big stick." He says hoping to crack a smile on Zack's face. He stares blankly at Dameyen before grabbing the rack and tossing it on the table for Dameyen to set up. "That what she say." He replied with broken English in a deep gruff voice. Dameyen sat for a moment before laughing and walking towards the table and setting it up. "Omg you have a sense of humor! That's rad man." He looks up to see Zack looking at him blankly. Dameyen's cheery stoner surfer drawl has always been slightly confusing to Zack. Especially when one considered that English was not his main language and it had been over the years that his own understanding and pronunciations of it became clearer.
"Well I mean I always saw you as this gianormous skerry bitch… I mean um… You never smile dude… Your not gonna punch me now are you? Cuz I may be thick but I break easily…" Dameyen cringes as he sees Zack's blank stare or glare. He wasn't quite sure because Zack always looked annoyed or un-amused. "You done?" He growled as he pointed to the table. Dameyen quickly nodded and rolled the cue ball to Zack. He then walked to the back wall where all of their cue's were. He grabbed the neon green flashy cue and walked back to his food.
Zack positioned the cue ball and aimed only momentarily before breaking, sending a solid into a pocket. "Good shot homes." Dameyen said he looked for the knife he never brought with him. With out a sound or apparent movement Zack walks to Dameyen and reaches behind his back. He pulls out a large hand made knife with an eight inch blade. It was well cared for but it was obvious that it was very old, possibly an antique. He flips it catching the blade with out cutting himself holding the handle towards Dameyen who didn't even see Zack move.
"Whoa dude!" He said loudly as he jumped back from the flipping sharp object. He stared for a moment before realizing Zack was offering him something to cut his cheddar with. "Oh… Thanks." He smiles weakly as he takes the knife and stares at it before using it to cut slices of cheddar. The blade slides through like the cheese as if it was butter. "It sharp." Zack said as he went back to pacing the table for a shot. "I see that, man. Dude what is this? It's like some horrible ancient dagger…" He looks at it for a moment as he eats a cracker with cheese before he notices the strange coloration of the handle. "One of the first I made… old… Still good though…" Zack gruffs as he sinks another ball in a pocket.
"You know dude… This looks kinda cool with the uh dye effect you got on here. Kinda artistic…" He looks up at Zack and now looks at him with furrowed eye brows. "That's blood Dameyen." Dameyen chews slower as if a horrible taste has floated into his mouth as he stares at the old blood stains on the knife. "Well that's special." He says forcing a smile as he swallows hard and puts the knife down and pushes the cheese away from him.
"For being vampire long time ago, you're a bitch." Zack says with almost a grin in his voice. The immortal mage huffs and drinks his beer trying to wash out possible old blood. "I used to like my blood clean… You know no containments in the blood cells such as drugs, parasites, or diseases… No bacteria…" He says the latter wincing at the blade. Zack misses his shot and he shakes his head at Dameyen. "Sure you don't like dick?" He seems to grin at Dameyen as he walks over to where his own beer had been sitting.
Dameyen gets up and walks to the table looking for a shot. "The hell with you man. Dude just cuz my son is gay dunna mean I'm gay. I say he got the love of the dick from his mom. Not me… Besides you don't know what's in their blood. With the people we hunted that's like you drinkin it right from their body… that's like… drinking water right out of the sewer. That's just nasty dude." He continues his rant as Zack finishes his beer and walks out to get another one.
"I mean don't get me wrong I have tried it straight from the source. Not only was the dude's smell horribad, he was frickin' lit on meth, heroine, frickin' I don't know what it was but it made me sick like whoa man. Not cool. Then I was walking around stoned with what ever shit he did. I think Alana said I was chasing cats in the alley meowing at them or some shit. DNW dude not cool man." Zack comes back with a new beer and takes a big swig off of it. He folds his arms in front of him watching Dameyen shoot a striped ball in a pocket.
Zack continues to quietly glare or stare blankly as Dameyen gets two more striped balls in before under shoots and his targeted ball stops just shy of going in the pocket. "Ah that's BS man." He says as he glares at the ball. He then leans over and blows at the ball hoping it will go in but he fails miserably. "Stop blowing balls and move." Dameyen stops abruptly, standing straight up glaring at Zack as he grabs his cue and walks towards the table. "Your just full of humor tonight aren't ja." He says walking to the cheese and crackers.
He almost eats another piece before he looks down to see the horrid knife. He then takes his food items back to the kitchen. Before he places the cheddar back he cuts off the 'contaminated' side and throws it away. He looks around and decides popcorn is a better choice and quickly throws a bag in the microwave and sets the timer. He walks back and stands in the door way watches Zack shoot another ball in a pocket.
Dameyen thinks hard on what to talk about as he decides to be nice and at least clean the cheese off of Zack's knife, even though he believed it wouldn't help. As he finishes cleaning it in the sink the popcorn timer ends and he takes out the bag and pours it into a bowl. He puts the bowl between them and hands Zack back his knife. "Here, you can have your diseased sword back." Zack takes it from him flipping it and quickly sheathing it in the hidden holder behind his back. "Knife. Not Sword." He says gruffly walking around looking for another shot.
"Dude…" Dameyen says as he stuffs popcorn in his mouth. "You are like one big creepy ninja. Like… when you handed me that… knife… I didn't even see you move till you flipped it in the air trying to cut my eye out and some shit." Zack gives Dameyen a blank stare after he sinks another ball in. "I need my eyes man. Don't cut em out." Dameyen grabs a remote off the wall and turns on music and lowers the volume. "For real dude. Eyes. I needs em." He nods stuffing more popcorn in his mouth as Zack shakes his head at Dameyen before walking around looking for another shot. "Somethin' wrong with you."
Both men pause as the music bounces and a woman's voice sings about fashion. "Yea… That's kinda gay…" Dameyen says as he grabs the remote and changes the music. "Had a good beat but wow… Fashion! Put it all on me! Don't cha wanna see these clothes on me?" Dameyen mocks the music while bobbing his head. Zack misses the next shot horribly as he looks down and growls. He stands up glaring at Dameyen. "Don't do that again." Dameyen cringes as another chick song plays and he skips that one too. "Damn chicks and their chick music… Sounded really natural didn't I? I seriously need to stop hanging out with Shayne."
He finds an acceptable song and puts the popcorn down and walks to the table. Zack goes back to his beer and folds his arms at Dameyen. "Dameyen." Zack growls quietly as Dameyen looks up at him quickly. "I punch you if you hit on me." There was a level of threat in Zack's voice as he took another sip of his beer. Dameyen playfully throws his hands up at Zack. "I'm not gay dude! Geez ever since you found out Shayne was gay you've had it in your head I'm gay and some how infected him with the gay virus or some shit. Ask Alana or Kiara… Maybe not Kiara… Sheba… Ask… Never mind don't ask her about me. She's freaking obsessed with me. Ask Alana, I love my womenz way too much."
Dameyen huffed as he paced the table and lined up for a shot. He continued to rant on his non-gayness as he pocketed his ball and walked around and lining up another shot. Zack quietly allowed him to talk while sipping his beer.
"What's with you and Sheba?" Zack growls after a moment. Dameyen looks up at Zack with a confused expression after pocketing another ball. "She is… How you say… Ob…" Zack strains trying to remember the word as Dameyen stands up. "Obnoxious?" He replies to Zack curiously whom thinks for a moment before nodding. "Ah well… She was my childhood crush. And if she had a mute button she's really cute." Zack shakes his head disagreeing with Dameyen. He motions to his own chest with his hands as if grabbing breasts and he sneers shaking his head 'no'. "Nothin."
Dameyen laughs. "C'mon dude you know your first crush didn't have fantastic standards. Besides, we were kids… She was cute and had a crush on me… Then I moved away and we met up again and I realized that she was really annoying. And she's still infatuated with me." He frowns as he pockets a ball. Dameyen continues to ramble on about meaningless things as Zack stares or glares with his arms folded. He unfolds them only momentarily to take a sip of his beer every now and then.
"But dude. Worst ever! After blacking out during a party I woke up in the Chicago Police Department's drunk tank with no pants…Had no clue how or why I was there… I was 16? 17… Omg dude it was bad cause Ziear's mom was on duty that day… Dude she beat my ass worse then my parents… So don't do that combination of drugs and alcohol m'kay?" During Dameyen's rant he had pocketed the rest of his balls and was now trying to work out a shot with the eight ball. Zack simply shakes his head at Dameyen.
"You always loose clothes. Why?" Zack replied quietly. Dameyen stops a moment to take a sip of beer and stuff some popcorn in his face. He thinks about this for a moment before shrugging. "I donno dude… But dude. I've never heard you talk about a drunk story. What's one stupid thing you've done while drunk." He says stuffing his face full of popcorn and eyeing the table.
Zack shifts his weight and scoffs. "Not one… Many stupid thing… Kept goin' back to Kiara." Dameyen tips his beer to Zack and nods agreeing with him. "Dude I know that feeling… But dude seriously, ever like… danced on a table or put a lamp shade on your head kinda drunk stupid thing?" He pauses a moment and can't help but snort with amusement. He imagines Zack three sheets into the wind dancing on a bar with a lamp shade on his head. He quickly stops chuckling as he sees Zack glaring at him.
"No. I not stupid drunk. Rare I get drunk. Takes a lot. For me." Dameyen hops up and aims the cue for a shot. "That's right. Has to be like 900 proof just to get you a buzz." His shot bounces the eight ball all over the table and finally lands it softly into a pocket, winning him the game. "Dude I totally vote that Ziear, you and I need to go to a bar and see what it takes to get you drunk… Wut?" He says shyly as Zack's eyes widen and he glares at Dameyen.
"What… How'd you do that!?" He points at the table. Dameyen looks back at the pocket holding the eight ball then at Zack. "Um… I figured that if I hit this angle at 35 degrees then it would bounce off here at 10 degrees and then…" he continues his geometric rant as he completely looses Zack. Dameyen thinks for a moment. "I used geometry and cause and effect to calculate the trajectory of the ball…" Zack's eyes narrow on Dameyen. It's obvious he still doesn't understand. "… I used magic?" Dameyen cringes as Zack walks towards the table to re-set it.
He stays quiet as Zack sets up the rack. When he finishes setting the billiard balls Dameyen motions for Zack to break. Zack takes momentary aim and breaks sending a striped ball in. Dameyen reaches over and stuffs popcorn in his mouth while bobbing his head to the music. "Hey… dude… What kinda music you like?" Dameyen said breaking the silence. Zack paced the table looking briefly at Dameyen. "Not to be like… racist but… Do you like… uh… tribal music?" Zack stopped and thought for a moment. "I like… Music that sound good." He said finally as he shot a ball in.
Dameyen frowns and nods. "Right okay so… what kinda music is that? Techno, rap, rock… country? Hey what do you get when you play a country song backwards?" He said grinning. Zack looked at him un-amused. "Dude gets everything back!" He chuckles but quickly stops as he sees Zack glare at him. Dameyen clears his throat and stuffs more popcorn in his face. "So what music sounds good to you?" Dameyen says quietly as Zack seems to glare at him. "Music that sound good." He growls as he lines up for another shot. Dameyen raises his eye brows. "I think we have established that you like music that sounds good… Does this dance music sound good?"
Zack pockets the ball and walks to his beer. "No." He says plainly drinking his beer before walking back to the table. Dameyen nods and grabs the music remote and fiddles with it for a moment. The music changes to alternative rock. "Kay… How bout this?" He looks up at Zack whom takes a moment to listen before walking around the table. "No." He says briskly. Dameyen nods and changes the music to rap. Zack quickly looks up to glare at Dameyen. "I'll take that 'Ima stab you Dameyen' glare as a 'no bro this crap sucks'." Dameyen says as he goes out on a limb and changes the music to Celtic. He watches Zack reaction. "… Mreh" He mutters as he lines up for a shot.
"… Did you just bark at me? Sounded like you just barked at me… Kinda… Kinda weird dude." He replies to Zack as he stares at the remote. "I mean I'm the one with the dog collar… If anything I should be the one barking… Let's try this." He says as he changes the music to Chinese interments. Zack makes the shot and listens closing his eyes. "Good music." Dameyen smiles to himself feeling rather triumphant.
The night goes on and Dameyen rambles more and Zack glares a more. They both have more beers but not to the point of being drunk. After winning again Dameyen realized he must back off and allow Zack to win. Zack had a very basic approach to the game. He hit all the obvious pockets first and failed on banking shots, which is where Dameyen excelled. After testing various subjects Dameyen finds their common round is women.
"So okay bro… What's your idea of a perfect woman? Mine's gotta be just totally hot. Cute compact frame. Believe it or not I like short chicks… Short like… Micha short. I like exotic colors like green and blue eyes. I'ma damn fool for green eyes… Cause it's like… my fave color… And a little sassy. She need to be able to carry her self well. Maybe a bit of a dominating personality… No whips and chains though. That's not cool. Flexible and skinny but not too skinny. Maybe athletic? Charming and witty… But bro she's gotta be smart… I did the whole dumb broad thing and it just didn't work. That's the hard part for me… She's gotta be smart. She's gotta get me… Outgoing… Flirty is fun but not slutty. Also she's gotta love to dance." He pauses taking a drink of his beer and looks at Zack whom looks down listening to Dameyen.
He looks up when he's done talking and thinks a moment. "Long hair… Nice boobs… Tall… She… how you say?" He motions with his hands an hour glass figure. Dameyen smiles. "Curvy." He says as Zack nods. "Strong body… Strong mind." Dameyen puts his beer down. "Strong mind? Like strong willed? Like… She doesn't need you kinda strong mind?" Zack nods agreeing with him. "Wow I always figured you'd be the 'I want the silent' type of guy... Scary we kinda have some same tastes in women. You should totally Date Sheba." He snickers as Zack narrows his eyes at him.
"She got nothin'… No boobs." Dameyen laughs at Zack. "Her damn mouth never shut." He growls as Dameyen laughs more. "I'm tryin' to hook her up with someone so she'll leave me alone." He takes the last few bites of popcorn. "Dude… Would you ever date Alana?" Zack scoffs and shakes his head 'no'. "She too much bitch." He quickly replies as Dameyen laughs. "She's tall, long haired, curvy, strong body and strong mind. She totally fits bro." He says mocking Zack whom sneers at him. "She call me red sash… qu…Urgh… How you say?" Dameyen looks at him for a moment before bursting out in laughter.
"She called you a red sashquash? Lol that's great man… I mean ah err." He clears his throat seeing Zack give him an honest glare. "That was a bit uncalled for eh? I mean sashquash might be a lil extreme." Dameyen tries to stifle his laughter. "When'd she call you that man?" He clears his throat again watching Zack. "When we go to find you… After you… axe… hrmm… not mean to port… With good pool table." Dameyen nods trying not to snicker at Zack's Alana given nick name. "She is too much of a bitch sometimes… Okay all the time… She didn't used to be like that though…" Dameyen says after a moment looking down.
Zack looks at Dameyen and if one knew Zack well enough they could see a glimpse of sympathy in his jade green eyes. " Mrah. Woman. Good for pleasure and breakin' hearts. Nothin' more." Zack growls as he finishes his drink. Dameyen chuckles and looks up. "Got that right man… You gotta stop barking at me man… It's freaking me out." He looks down looking at he un-popped corn seeds in the bowl. Zack could see he was thinking about Alana, his first ex wife and the person she used to be. Zack at least knew that Dameyen did love her where he felt Dameyen's marriage to Kiara was more for lust then love. For him it was the opposite.
The true reason Zack kept going back to Kiara was that he loved her. Her repeated cheating and heart break hurt Zack deeper then anyone would ever know. It was highly plausible that no one even knew he loved her because he was not the affectionate type. He had despised Dameyen for the longest time because Kiara openly admitted to her attraction to Dameyen. Even going as far as to try to get him to sleep with her while he was married to Alana. It was Dameyen's constant rejection of Kiara during his marriage that gave him Zack's respect.
Zack narrowed his eyes at Dameyen and moved silently next to Dameyen. He stood quietly waiting for Dameyen to notice he had moved across the room to stand next to him. Dameyen looked up curiously as he realized there was a lack of light over him. He only had a time to yelp 'du' before Zack wrapped his massive arm around Dameyen's neck and head. He playfully gave Dameyen a noogie, which to Dameyen was actually rather painful. He yelped more as he kicked the stool from under himself.
"Stop thinkin' bout that bitch. Forget her… Like I forget Kiara." Zack said as he released Dameyen whom staggered away rubbing his head. "Oh my god dude! Okay yea fine! She's forgotten! You creepy ninja bastard!" Dameyen cringed slightly looking at Zack as though he'd lost his mind. Zack chuckled, which was slightly morbid to Dameyen, and he easily reached over and, to Zack, gently punched Dameyen's arm. Dameyen was knocked back slightly as he made another yelp and held his arm in pain. "You alright… Bro…" Zack said as he walked out to get another beer. "Yea okay you saying bro… is like… weird commin from you… and… Thanks… I think." Dameyen began to think twice about his new found friend ship as he watched the massive bruise form on his arm.