My body was marked with lipstick, hickeys and cat-like scratches.
Last night had clearly been wild, I quickly put on my clothes though despite my attempts I still looked like I'd been run over by a train.
"Alright I need to get the f*ck out already..."
Deciding that I needed to get out of here, I stepped outside the apartment and called a taxi.
In this day and age, taxis were automated aircraft with four chemical thrusters, sleek and efficient.
Within moments, one arrived, and I climbed in, directing it to take me back to the SCMC (Second Chances Mega Corporation) building.
As the taxi lifted off, I leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes and trying to piece together the events of the night.
The cool air from the vents helped clear my head slightly, but I was still feeling the effects of my last night's adventures.
As It did I took out my glass see through holographic phone, I barely managed to send out a message to my gang to meet up at the same place we did last night.
It didn't take long before the taxi touched down smoothly at the SCMC building, and I stumbled out, making my way inside.
As I reached the specified by me place I noticed that I wasn't the only one looking like a homo who Is about to kick the bucket.
My battle brothers were there, their attire was a mess and their bodies were covered In Intense battle marks, sprawled on couches and chairs, looking equally dead from last night's partying, one of them even had a pair of panties sticking out from his pants pocket.
Airid, slouched on a couch with a bottle of water in hand, looked up and managed a weak grin.
"Hey, Drac. You look like s*it."
"You don't look much better,"
I replied, dropping into the luxurious chair beside him.
"What about you guys anyone still alive?"
I asked sarcastically.
Paul, lying on the floor with his head resting on a cushion, raised a hand in a half-hearted wave.
"We're still here. Just... recovering."
Robert, sitting with his head in his hands, groaned.
"Never again. I'm too old for this."
Darius, sprawled across two chairs, chuckled.
"Urghhh I feel like dying but It was worth It."
Julian with his head Inside a trash bin weakly raised his leg in response signaling that he was still drawing breath for the moment.
I shook my head, smirking at their antics despite my headache that was threatening to split my head In half.
"Say what happened to you? We lost track of you and thought you might've gotten into some trouble."
Airid asked while sipping on his water.
"Urghhh about that..."
I groaned while scratching the back of my head only to wince after touching the still sore scratches from Lilith's nails.
"...I did almost crack a few young master's skulls open but I ended up banging a literal succubus and let's just say she milked me dry"
Paul laughed, then winced at the noise that In his ears was as loud as artillery shells exploding right next to him.
"Sounds like you had fun."
"Yeah, until I woke up feeling like a living corpse"
I replied, leaning back into the chair.
"Anyways before anything, we should get some food Into our stomachs"
I suggested as I did the gang voiced out their approval only for painful groans to follow as they staggered to their feet like zombies.
"Oh for f*cks sake guys you're no longer grandpas who can't take a s*it without help, but hot blooded young men again"
I taunted my battle brothers with a devious smirk only to almost kiss the floor with my face after losing my footing.
"Says the one who can barely walk straight"
Airid commented sarcastically causing my bros to start snickering at my misfortune.
"Shut It"
I barked back jokingly.
In the end, we made our way to the building's cafeteria, where we loaded up on food and coffee.
As we ate, the conversation turned to our plans and what we needed to do next.
Airid, ever the planner, started outlining our immediate goals.
"Alright, so I did some surfing on the UNOEs galactic nets network, and basically the smallest hyperspace capable spaceship needs a crew of 12 not Including the security detail to function at Its full capacity and a minimum of 6 a perfect fit for us don't you think?"
Airid explained with a mouth full of food.
"How much?"
I asked while sipping on my energy and nutritional rich drink.
"You got enough to buy It Drac and there will still be left for our gear and supplies with an extra for any unforeseen circumstances such as beer and cigarettes"
Airid winked knowingly causing me and the others to laugh out loud because beer and cigarettes were the two things we simply couldn't live without.
"So It's settled then though there's one problem guys"
I paused letting my battle brothers slowly recovering brains to digest my words.
"What kind of one?"
Paul who just stuffed a grilled sausage Into his mouth asked causing everyone to focus their eyes on me.
"Well first of all to be able to buy a spaceship we need to get our pilots licenses not to mention that we need to register as mercenaries In the galactic councils local mercenary branch first to have a legitimate reason to buy It"
I pointed out causing everyone to groan In displeasure.
"So you're telling me we got to basically take a cars license test only that It's a spaceship that we will be driving Instead of a car"
Robert asked sarcastically already pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Yep though don't worry It's the 23rd century so we can do It In virtual reality, apparently that's all It takes and I checked"
I explained as I downed my plastic bottle of nutritional drink In one go.
"As In fully Immersive kind of reality the like In sci-fi literature?"
Darius asked still not fully adjusted subconsciously to the fact that he was no longer living In the 21st century.
"Yep, so here's the plan until we get discharged all of us are gonna be grinding VR until we get our licenses any questions?"
I asked only to see the boys shake their heads.
"Good..."
I muttered to myself while subconsciously licking my canines.
...
"Urghhh I could use some of that tongue magic of his..."
Lilith muttered to herself as she stepped into her apartment, the exhaustion of the day overtaking her.
Without waiting she kicked off her high heels and sighed, her eyes scanning the room only to see that her bed was empty.
"Tch! I thought he'd be still out cold..."
Lilith cursed to herself while clicking her tongue in irritation.
I guess It's a cocktail then for me.
Lilith thought as she made her way to the mini-bar and sat down on one of the sleek, cushioned stools.
After a slight pause of making up her mind on what to drink, she grabbed a bunch of bottles and mixed them Into the shaker.
Although she could easily afford a synthetic or a s*ave bartender, she found It relaxing to make her own drinks.
Once she perfectly mixed the different liquids she grabbed a glass and filled It up.
Taking a sip, she savored the taste before willing her cybernetic lenses to activate thanks to the surgically Implanted chip In her brain.
As she did numerous holographic windows appeared before her, floating in mid-air. These windows detailed Dracula's almost two centuries-old service records, which she had obtained from Evelyn.
The UNOE President had to work up quite a sweat before she barely managed to dig them out from an almost forgotten server thrown Into a dark corner.
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Dracula
Airid
Julian
Paul
Robert
Darius
Evelyn
Lilith