Luckily, Oz had downed a few beers before the operation went underway. Of course, when a man refers to any beer as a few, it meant at least a dozen. He was lying flat across the rocking, truck floor like a convict. He was on his stomach, his arms cuffed behind his back, and his cheek flat against the floor. He was wearing nothing but a white tank and loosely, buckled jeans just low enough to show off his black, Calvin Klein boxer-briefs. Against the bed of the truck, Oz was warm and a little numb from the alcohol. It calmed his nerves for ever since he learned that they were going to be infiltrating a vampire coven as blood donars, he hadn’t felt the same since. He wanted to kill them not feed them. Wasn’t that what they spent years of training to do? What the fuck? He felt betrayed, and if he didn’t have to keep quiet, he would have been bitching up a storm to his partner, but instead he was doing it in his mind.<br/><br/>The closer he suspected the vehicle was getting to the drop, the more nervous he became, so much to the point he felt a little edgy. One of the blood whores had the pointy toe of her heel poking his arm every once in awhile.<br/><br/>“Don’t touch me,” Oz grumbled.<br/><br/>“Then move!” the girl replied. “No one told yo’ stupid, drunk ass to lay there any way. Yeah, that right. I know you drunk. I can smell ya all da’ way up here!”<br/><br/>Oz regretted speaking. Now he knew why they were supposed to remain quiet. That girl’s voice was annoying and she wouldn’t shut up. Her endless, nervous banter was giving him a headache.<br/><br/>“That’s right. I thought so!” she finished.<br/><br/>“Thank God…” Oz mumbled.<br/><br/>“What was that?”<br/><br/><em>Shit.</em><br/><br/>As soon as the truck doors opened, they were led out into the street light to have their bindings changed. Oz and the loud bitch could now see each other and they exchanged ugly looks.<br/><br/>“What? I shoulda’ known a white boy be talkin’ all that shit!” the girl exclaimed.<br/><br/>“Whatever, you butter-faced bitch. I hope they eat you alive!” Oz retorted.<br/><br/>“Fuck you!”<br/><br/>The girl swung her lime-green manicured nails for Oz’s face when one of the handlers snagged her hand and drew it back behind her back to be bound in silk?<br/><br/>“Yeah, tie that bitch up,” Oz said and even broke into laughter as he was being blindfolded. God, he was happy to have had those drinks. They could have been on an express route to Hell, but at least he felt good—damn good. As they dragged him along, Oz’s laughter had put a strain on his gut and he eventually leaned forward to dump his guts all over his captor. How’d he know it was his captor? Because of the following curses…<br/><br/>“What the fuck!” the man yelled, and then punched Oz in the stomach.<br/><br/>Oz folded over and spat across the grass and found himself laughing just as hard as before.<br/><br/>“Don’t hurt the merchandise, man,” his other captor scolded.<br/><br/>“He fuckin’ hurled all over me!” the man returned.<br/><br/>“Shut it, we’re heading inside now.”<br/><br/>Oz was deposited on the floor, unknowingly next to Chloe, smiling as he couldn’t shake the mirth from his system.