Page 100 of Inbetweeners
“You have the manners of a pig. And that’s probably an insult to pigs.”
“Let’s get going before our annoying sidekick wakes up.”
“I heard that,” Harry whispered.
“I was talking about Rashid.” Nix glanced back at Harry.
“Oh you…you…” Harry spluttered.
“Phoenix has woken up cranky.” Emmett pushed to his feet.
“He’s always cranky,” Harry said.
Emmett picked up the packet of cable ties they’d bought, plus two empty water bottles. “Don’t leave the flat unless you feel the urge to move on. Okay?”
“Okay,” Harry said.
Nix led the way out and they clattered down the stairs.
“Forgiven me yet for not telling you I got killed again?” Emmett asked.
“What makes you think I’d have worried about you?”
“Good morning, Mr Arsehole. I wondered where you’d gone.”
Nix laughed.
“I should have told you.” Emmett put his hand on Nix’s arm and stopped him. “I’m sorry.”
“You can make it up to me later.” Though not when there was any risk of falling asleep.
“What do you think we’ll find at the house?” Emmett asked as they headed outside. “A room full of inbetweeners?”
“Maybe. Greyson must have a way to keep them there. We know they can walk through walls so they either don’t want to leave the house or can’t. He or the woman might be promising stuff to keep them where they are.”
“Such as a chance of coming back to life? If we’re right that demons want their soul-bodies, when are those demons arriving? All at one go? One at a time? Are the inbetweeners going to be auctioned? Maybe it’s already happened. The demons are here and in their hosts.”
“We won’t know until we get there.”
“If there’s something… magical keeping the inbetweeners in place, how are we supposed to deal with that?”
“I have no fucking idea. You’re annoying me. Stop being so negative.”
“Fuck off. I’m just trying to figure out our options.”
“Here’s a simple option. Bike or car?”
“Car. There’s something I want to buy.”
“Water for those empty bottles? You do know you can fill them from the tap.” Nix reversed out of the parking space.
“I know. Not water I want to buy.”
“What then?”
“A couple of kitchen stools.”
Nix gaped at him. “What? You’re homemaking now? Should we be picking out a rug and a set of kitchen knives?”
