Bite!

"Thanks"

"You're welcome, please come again".

Rion leaned on the counter as the fourth annoying customer that 'didn't know exactly what they wanted but couldn't be bothered to just pick up the catalogue and FIND IT', left the shop.

Honestly, how many types of door locks can there be?, well a lot actually but that's besides the point.

"Aaaahhhhh, is it closing up time yet?", Rion stretched and yawned.

The sky outside was as blue as his work shirt, not a cloud to be seen and he wanted out.

In England a sunny evening is not to be wasted, you never know when you'll get another one, it could be chucking a hellfire apocalyptic storm tomorrow.

"Weird how you bloodsuckers can walk in sunshine", his work mate Josh scooted past on a sack truck.

"One of these days you're gonna come a cropper on that", Rion laughed as his mate rolled past grinning stupidly while balancing the truck up on its wheels.

"Nah, I'm an expert", Josh laughed as he deftly dropped the base of the truck back to the floor, skidding to a halt and jumping off with a bow and a huge grin.

"Pleb" Rion chuckled.

Josh was an oddball, almost 21 but small and skinny, with a high voice and the longest most ridiculous fringe hanging over his round glasses totally obscuring one eye.

His signature beanie hat and striped hoodie earning him the nick name 'Where's Wally'.

"Ah that old chestnut again", Rion sighed, "told you before, evolution blah blah, yeah I don't tan but I can go out in the sun", he raised himself up off the counter, stretched and glanced at the clock, 6 on the dot.

"Lockin' up time bitches" he yelled as Rob, workmate number 2, emerged from between the racking and sprinted for the door, sliding the giant metal shutter across, plunging the place into semi dark.

"Oooooo, I am a vampiiiire and I'm going to bite you my pretty", Rob pranced about with his teeth bared and a stupid grin, performing the closing up ritual they did every working day, Rion sighed and chuckled.

Seriously Rob was such a knob head sometimes, but he was his best mate.

As they swept, straightened stock, cleaned up, Josh disappeared down the back as he did every night, whispering sweet nothings into his phone as some girl giggled on the other end.

Robs chin landed on Rions shoulder, given that Rion is 6ft 3 and Rob is 5ft and a dog end that took some doing.

Precariously hanging off the racking like an overgrown monkey his blonde mop tickled Rions ear, "fuck off you weirdo" Rion huffed then laughed, "if you fall I ain't picking you up, lard arse", "oi oi vampy don't be mean, my booty is amazing" Rob grinned.

Yeah Rob was short, blonde, a little rotund, gay as they come and a complete pleb, but he was his best mate, he'd recently turned 19, Rion was 20, they'd met at primary school and just clicked.

Rob wasn't a vampire and constantly ribbed his mate over his 'bloodsucker' heritage, growing up together he'd got used to it.

"So, pub?" Rob grinned, "it's Friday, the hot guys will be out" he winked.

Rion sighed and side eyed his mate as the monkey dropped to the floor with amazing ease, given his size and stature he was ridiculously agile.

Josh scooted past again on his sack truck, "ppuuubbbbbb" he squealed, "I'm in, leeeead me to the girls.....wheeee!", he disappeared in through the open door of the staffroom.

"What the fuck?", Rion laughed as a crash and a muffled "aaaah oh shit" came from the room.

Seconds later Josh reappeared looking sheepish, Rion and Rob watched in amusement as he limped past, dragging the sack truck behind him, dumped it to one side and disappeared into the loo.

"HEY, HEY JOSH...... THE BOSS MOVED THE SOFA, LOOK OUT IT'S RIGHT BY THE DOOR", Rob shouted, shoulders shuddering as he tried to hold in a laugh, "FUCK OFF ARSEHOLE", the voice filtered through the toilet door as Rion and Rob burst out laughing, they loved Josh to bits really, he was just so easy to wind up.

"So, pub yeah?", Rob continued the lock up routine as Rion straightened the catalogues and locked the inner door.

"Yeah I guess" sighed Rion, he knew he'd get bugged to hell by Rob, by text, all night, if he didn't go.

"WALLLYYYYYY, YOU READY?, GET YOUR HANDS OUT YOUR PANTS YOU MUCKY SCROTE", Rob bellowed across the warehouse, "bet he's in there phone sexing his latest conquest" he grinned, "honestly how does he do it?".

Josh had an endless stream of admirers, a different girl every week, they seemed to find his small skinny body, floppy brown hair, round glasses and high voice cute, and he took full advantage of it.

"Fair play to the man, if you've got it flaunt it and all that", Rion pulled off his work shirt shoving it in his back pack and pulled on his hoodie as Rob preened, slicking on some black eyeliner and lip gloss, blowing a kiss at himself in his compact mirror.

"It's only the pub not a drag contest", Rion dragged a brush through his almost black longish birds nest hair, making a mental note to get it cut before it formed it's own personality and started going to the pub on its own.

Scraping it back into a small ponytail he laughed as Josh joined them, flushed and red.

"Oi oi that must've been one hell of a sesh" laughed Rob, "hope you washed your hands", he wrinkled his nose, "you're gross sometimes, you really are".

Josh grinned, "so queens, you ready?".

Walking together they looked a right sight, Where's Wally on one side, beanie, specs and 80s New Romantics fringe and all of 5ft 6, on the other side Rampant Rob, 5ft of fake tan, stark blonde curly hair, and impossibly bright blue eyes, Rion in the middle, 6ft 3 of dark haired, steel grey eyed, pale, slim attractiveness.