JTM drives his motorcycle into his driveway to his house. The yard’s grass growing a bit in the nasty winter to spring switch. He has a blindfold wrapped around Barbie’s eyes who is safely tucked away in his jacket. He looks to see his house and the looming doom and gloom encircling this Hellmouth of Lamar as Otto always told him. He starts to believe that Otto might actually be right on that assumption.

“Well we are back here at home Barbie. Keep that blindfold on. Don’t want to spoil the surprise k.”

He kicks the stand on the bike getting off of it, walking up to the garage door, unlocking it, and opening it. The creaky noises rattle to a small echo. He goes back undoing the kickstand, pushing his bike into the garage. He sets the stand, shutting the garage door as quietly as he can to no avail. He sets Barbie on the motorcycle seat.

“Stay right here, checking on something.”

He pulls out his bat entering his main room. He walks into his living room, seeing the trashed comfy couch, many smashed Sabbat Barbie parts littered everywhere from their ambush on him and Barbie. He quickly gathers up all the doll parts and bags em up, making sure there is no Sabbat remnants left in his place. He places the trash bag on the couch grabbing the messed up couch dragging it out the front door down by his mailbox near the curb for trash pickup. He walks back in happy to get rid of the mess in his place noticing the emptiness in here now.

“There. That’s much better. Damn. Where the fuck was Kharma when I really needed her? She must have found some new pimp daddy and skipped town draining him of everything, literally. Just like her…fucking gold digger.”

He chuckles somewhat.

“Damn. I gotta go furniture shopping again. Hell I could get a better DVD player too. Fuck!!!! What am I gonna do about this place? I dump more money into this place than it’s fucking worth. Thanks a fucking lot Eddie.”

He goes back to the bike gathering his goods and putting them into his place.

“Hold your horses, Barbie. I gotta double check on some things first. Just take a few more seconds.”

He puts the beer back in the fridge after he tips the fridge back upright. He replugs his TV back in checking it for signal happy to see MTV for the first time in awhile. He stares at it for a second realizing Barbie is patiently waiting for him to return. He goes out to the garage carefully taking Barbie into the doorway of the living room removing the blindfold from Barbie’s face.

“Are you ready for this? 3..2..1. Tada!!!! Welcome home Barbie. You see that table right there. That’s all yours. You used to take notes for me and work out my schedule for me, but you are taking paid time off for now. Now you just sit right there and relax.”

He goes to the fridge grabbing the Kendov present he got. He frantically looks for the cleanest glasses pissed he lost those sweet goblets from Lisette. He pours the drinks returning back to the table setting hers down, clinking the glasses.

“Cheers.”

He sits down beside her.

“Anything coming back to you? This place familiar to you? Hmmm…So what should we do first? I got just the thing to liven this place up.”

He grabs the remote and clicks on MTV hoping that would jar something for Barbie.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_FVv_Q6Mko

"Sweet!!! An Aluminum Baseball bat song. What the fuck is this shit!!! Hit that dude again…harder this time!!! WHAP!!! He fucking deserves it. Yes…take his cash."

Damn. I hope she gets better soon. This is killing me that she was hurt by of all people…… me, and she doesn't even have a clue about that.

He sits sipping his alcohol admiring its stoutness, waiting for the night life to pick up, lost somewhat in his thoughts.