Sheen's Day Off.

(Fan fiction for Ephorox. Pairing is of my OC, Osiris and his OC, Sheen.)

"Ozzy!"

Osiris heard an all too familiar voice call out from the club entrance. Osiris looked in the direction of the voice and saw Sheen the red wereman coming up to him. Osiris looked at the clock over the wall, seeing as he was supposed to be at his job. "Hey Sheen. Why aren't you working?" The reaper asked, expecting a reasonable answer. "Jungle Dream Park is being renovated, in my area at least. Some of the other areas too." He said fidgeting his hat.

"Pick your poison." Osiris said, getting a daring grin from Sheen. "Devil's Flux." Sheen replied, getting a nod and shrug from the wolf. In only seconds was the requested drink poured into the shot glass, the liquid a sinister red. "Careful, Sheen. Are you sure about this?" Osiris asked. "Down the hatch!!" Sheen announced, dumping the liquor down his throat.

He suddenly froze for a few moments, absolutely no movement coming from the red wereman. No change in facial gesture, no body movement, he was still as a statue. He then saw the man howl in the air. "Get me another one!"

Nine shots of Devil's Flux later....

"I was BARELY able to outrun the angry pack of Cherokees. The harpoons raining down upon me. But BUT I prevailed! Things went for the worst, however. When my boat was sunken by the Phantom Black, sailed by none other than Captain Blackbeard." The wereman was sharing his stories to a small group of people. Osiris had a hard time figuring out if they were either being humored or interested in his tales. "And then-" Sheen suddenly passed out on the bar counter, knocked out cold.

Hours later....

Sheen woke up to a fierce pounding in his head, groaning in pain. The sudden ringing of the phone startled him. "What!?" He yelled into the phone. "I figured you would be awake by now. The shots hitting you yet?" Osiris asked. Sheen could just HEAR the man's smirk on the other line.