Yes, my mortal companion?
“Hey! Death!” Billy called out to the star filled sky that stretched out above the Quarry clearing. He felt stupid every time he did this, but he wasn’t sure how else to contact the guy. It wasn’t like an interdimensional figure carried a fucking pager.
With a small poof of wind and a loud crack, a figure appeared next to where he was sitting on the hood of his Camaro. “Yes my mortal companion?” Death said in a surprisingly chipper voice. No one would ever believe him, but Death acted more like an overgrown puppy than any incarnation of every human’s inevitable end.
“Heya Pretty Boy. I got my hands on that drink you wanted to try,” he said, holding up a six pack of Coors beer.
“Ah yes. This bear you told me about!”
Billy chuckled. “It’s beer, Death. B-E-E-R.” Death wasn’t discouraged by his mistake in the slightest, simply pulling out a little black notebook from...somewhere, and wrote it down, tongue slipping out a little between plush pink lips. Billy was struck, not for the first time since knowing Death, by how gorgeous he was. Dark brown eyes and silky hair that Billy itched to run his hands through. He wanted to trace constellations between the moles he had seen hints of, feel the surprising amount of lean muscle hidden beneath baggy clothes, know what Death literally tasted like.
A small crack shocked him out of his quickly spiraling thoughts as Death snapped his journal to where ever he kept it and looked back up. Billy tried to adjust his pants discreetly as he passed the six pack over to Death, and sent a quick prayer to whatever deity might be listening that he wasn’t as red in the face as he felt. Death said nothing about it though, simply took the cans and started looking them over with interest.
“So, how do you open these and drink them?” Death asked, and Billy gave him a quick crash course in all of the various ways one could consume a can of beer, from just popping the tab open to shotgunning to chugging. Death quickly decided he wanted to try them all and Billy watched on in amusement as he popped open his own can.
They spent quite a while just like that, until the six pack was all gone and they both laid down on the hood of the Camaro and looked up at the stars.
“Hey Death,” Billy asked quietly.
“Yes Billy?”
“Do you have like... an actual name?” Billy turned his head to study the other’s face.
Death looked over at him, squinting his eyes in thought. “I’ve never really had a reason to. Humans have given me quite a few, but they never actually stick.”
“Do you want one?”
“You know, I’ve always liked the name Steve.”
