My drabbles are too long… I should be labeling these as mini ficlets instead of drabbles. This is the 2nd one for southernbangel.
Oz glanced up from where he was unpacking some of the band’s equipment and nodded at her, “Faith.”
She hopped up onto the table beside him and swung her feet back and forth. “What’s up? The Dingoes playing tonight?”
He glanced slowing from the equipment in his hands to her, “It would appear that way.”
“Cool beans.” She watched him for another minute before turning her gaze to the crowd milling around The Bronze. After a moment, her fingers began to beat steadily on the table matching the rhythm of her swinging legs.
Oz had finished unpacking and moved on to setting things up on the stage before he caved, “Faith.” She looked up, startled at his tone, “You auditioning to join the band?”
“Guessing I wouldn’t get your vote, huh?” Faith slapped her hands flat down on the table to stop the tapping. “Sorry, I’ve got ants in my pants tonight.” A low laugh slipped out as she saw his eyes immediately drop to the leather pants hugging her hips. “Keep those fangs sheathed, Wolfie. Red’d have my head I let anywhere near these ants. Better not to rile the witch,” but she winked at him and blew him a kiss anyway.
Oz rolled his eyes at that, “Not interested. I’m a werewolf, not an anteater.” He turned back to his task.
“If you say so…” she turned her attention back to the crowd. Suddenly she perked up, “Hey, you got a hammer?”
“A hammer?” confused he looked from her to the crowd, trying to figure out what had prompted that question.
“Yeah.” She jumped down from the table, “I see a vampire that needs to be nailed to a cross.”
“Nails maybe but I left the hammer in my other pair of pants.”
She chuckled, “You’re a funny man, Fangy. No worries.” She pulled her stake from her pocket and flipped it over in her hand, sliding up her sleeve so that it was hidden, “I got this one staked.” She wiggled her hips at him and sauntered off towards a man standing at the bar.