Bad to the Bone

Heading on vacation for a couple of weeks, so updates may be a day or two late. I will do my best to keep them steady, flitterfic fans (all three of you), but please do not be overhasty in mocking me should the day's story be uploaded tardily.

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Dirk pushed into the bar with the attitude of a prowling dog. His leather jacket was studded with metal. On the back, an airbrushed skeleton in a similar jacket menaced a poorly-clad woman. There was a motorcycle. “Bad to the Bone” was written beneath it in letters of blood and fire.

Dirk headed for the counter, but was arrested by a grip on his shoulder. A cold, bony hand.

A skeleton whose eye sockets flickered with blue fire stood behind him. “Come out, brother,” it said, grinning. Dirk felt something shift and break, somewhere inside him. Down at the bone.