Corporate Contract
Following Jake's directions, Connor took the prime parking spot and walked up to the door while Jake grabbed the suitcase from the backseat. He turned around to find Connor still standing there. "I know I gave you back your keys so that you could drive your car... but the keys to my apartment are in your pocket, you know," Jake said, with an exaggerated sigh.
"Oh, right," he said, blushing profusely as he entered the apartment.
"I knew we should have taken my car," Jake muttered. "Whelp, my place is your place," he said, throwing the suitcase in the corner and flinging open the refrigerator doors. "This is the kitchen and that's the living room slash bedroom, obviously," he said, pointing toward the back wall of the studio apartment. "I still get my bed, so you're getting the couch tonight. Bathroom's around the corner. Make yourself at home."
"What are you doing?" Connor asked, watching in horror as Jake pulled the stopper off of a bottle of scotch with his teeth.
"What? I'm getting a drink."
"I'm not 21 yet!" Connor said, his face recoiling in disgust.
"Ask me if I care," he muttered. "The soul is legal, so the body can go and suck it. I want a stiff drink, and I'll be damned if something as absurd as body switching is going to get in my way. You're over 18 though, right?"
"...yes," Connor answered, eying him nervously.
"Good," Jake replied, gesturing with the glass he had just poured. "Because I'm also going to be watching porn tonight."
"My body is a temple!" Connor yelled, visibly shaking with rage.
"No, your body was a temple. Then I got inside of it, and now it's a convenience store. You'll live."
"I cannot believe you," he said, clenching his fists. "I would do anything to end this whole mess right now!"
Connor's sudden rage was cut short by a flash of sulphur and red smoke from the front door. "I believe that's my cue," Lucas said, walking in through the brimstone. He was carrying the mason jar in both hands. "Well, then, gentlemen, what will it be?"
Jake paused. The way Lucas was carrying that jar... it reminded him of a little kid clutching a toy. His mind briefly drifted to Zoe's stuffed toy.
Lucas scowled. "I don't have time for this. Jake, what did you decide?"
"Oh, right," he said, blushing profusely as he entered the apartment.
"I knew we should have taken my car," Jake muttered. "Whelp, my place is your place," he said, throwing the suitcase in the corner and flinging open the refrigerator doors. "This is the kitchen and that's the living room slash bedroom, obviously," he said, pointing toward the back wall of the studio apartment. "I still get my bed, so you're getting the couch tonight. Bathroom's around the corner. Make yourself at home."
"What are you doing?" Connor asked, watching in horror as Jake pulled the stopper off of a bottle of scotch with his teeth.
"What? I'm getting a drink."
"I'm not 21 yet!" Connor said, his face recoiling in disgust.
"Ask me if I care," he muttered. "The soul is legal, so the body can go and suck it. I want a stiff drink, and I'll be damned if something as absurd as body switching is going to get in my way. You're over 18 though, right?"
"...yes," Connor answered, eying him nervously.
"Good," Jake replied, gesturing with the glass he had just poured. "Because I'm also going to be watching porn tonight."
"My body is a temple!" Connor yelled, visibly shaking with rage.
"No, your body was a temple. Then I got inside of it, and now it's a convenience store. You'll live."
"I cannot believe you," he said, clenching his fists. "I would do anything to end this whole mess right now!"
Connor's sudden rage was cut short by a flash of sulphur and red smoke from the front door. "I believe that's my cue," Lucas said, walking in through the brimstone. He was carrying the mason jar in both hands. "Well, then, gentlemen, what will it be?"
Jake paused. The way Lucas was carrying that jar... it reminded him of a little kid clutching a toy. His mind briefly drifted to Zoe's stuffed toy.
Lucas scowled. "I don't have time for this. Jake, what did you decide?"