Chris Evans & His Characters One Shots

The Hunted

The old Boat House Grille just south of the line into Essex County from Ipswitch was still such an old dive bar even after only recently being converted into a proper pub with pool tables and dart boards. The ladies of the Castle River Coven, ostentatiously a women's shelter and halfway house nestled far back in the woods and tall grass fields, were enjoying the change though.

The harvest moon was fast approaching, a time for magic under the stars and a fertility hunt. The five women and four partners were hanging out in the bar as the sun set turned from orange to purple-black. The hunt began in a few hours, out in the woods around their home, but Angela was already on a hunt of her own. She was the only member of the Coven with out a mate to chase her down among the trees tonight.

Unfortunately the pickings here in this backwater town were slim to none, that was at least until a tall handsome stranger with long shaggy hair and a beard walked in. He was grouchy looking and made a bee line straight for the barman. Gee and Lexi raised eyebrows from their pool table and pointed with their chins to get Angela's attention where she was picking a song on the juke box.

"Hey," The man asked in a deep voice, "My name is Ari...Do you know of any places to rent a room for the nearby? Or a mechanic? My bike just broke down up the street."

The bartender grimaced and held his hands up in a helpless gesture, "I could get a buddy down here first thing in the morning. He will certainly get it up and running but it's too late tonight and the next motel is about five or six miles up the road back into Ipswich proper. We are open till 2am if you need a place to sit till someone can come get you and I have a public phone over by the restrooms if your cell is low."

The stranded biker took a deep breath and let out a sigh that was nearly a growl at the inconvenience of this all. That was going to be a long walk back in the direction he just came from to get to the nearest hotel. He pulled out a brochure for the wolf preserve up the road from his biker jacket pocket and laid in on the counter. He grabbed a pen from the cup next to the register and nodded, "Okay I can get my phone charged fine. Here is my number for your buddy and I can leave a cash deposit on the fix with you for him. I will just have to find some place to hole up a few hours till morning. It's a full moon tonight...shouldn't be a problem."

Hungry Like a Wolf started playing on the juke box as Angela, clad in dixie belle short shorts and tied up flannel crop top, picked her song and nodded back to the coven as they took shots at the billiard tables and dart boards.

"It's a Harvest moon actually...and can I make an offer? We have some rooms available at the Castle River House, you could have one for the night if you join us. My friends and I are a man short for our games tonight," Angela drawled in a southern honeyed voice.

The Bartender sighs and shakes his head, "Man just try the hotel up the road. Hell If you stay I will take you up there myself after close. Sorry Ange but a corpse can't pay me in the morning..."

Ari eyes the petite buxom country girl from her hiking shoes all the way up to the bandana tying her pony tail back and shrugs, "I think I can handle what ever games the lady wants to play. Certainly not going to be the death of me to party with her and her friends tonight."

His gaze swings out to look at the other pairs of warlocks and witches scattered through the bar. Not that he has any idea what they are anyways, they seem just like any other attractive looking country folk having fun for the evening at the pub.

Angel grins predatorily and winks at Ari as she speaks to the bartender as well, "Yeah stay out of this Carl, I will take good care of him...if he can beat me anyways."

Carl shrugs and takes the pamphlet with the number written on it before dropping an unasked-for refill on the table for Angela and mug of beer for Ari.

"Good luck man. Play nice Ange."

"I give what I get Carl, that's how the balance works. Besides... we don't sacrifice people to the harvest moon anymore. To the Billiard gods though I might... come on. Beat me at the tables to get to the next round of tonight's festivities."

Angela pushed off the bar, tossing back her whiskey double shot and sashayed her ass across the bar towards the tables. Jenn held out a pool que to her and her husband held one out to Ari.

And so the games began.