Challenge 344: Evil West - high noon

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Title: high noon
Fandom: Evil West
Characters: Jesse Rentier, Chester Morgan
Word Count: 200
Rating: Teen
Warnings: coarse language
Summary: There are probably more effective ways of transporting a vampire midday, but definitely not any that Jesse finds even half as funny.

Jesse dropped down onto the casket, snickering at Chester’s surprised yelp from within. The sun beat down hot on his shoulders and on his back when he leaned forward enough to rap his knuckles against the wooden side about where he imagined Chester’s head to be.

“Keeping cool, Chess?” he asked.

“As a cucumber,” Chester replied, irritation no less clear for how muffled his voice was. It made Jesse grin all the wider.

“Now don’t be that way,” Jesse said. “After all the consideration I–”

“Consideration–!” Chester sounded madder’n a wet hen, his indignation fuzzy and pervasive like the heat, settling right down on Jesse’s shoulders. “Is that what we’re calling it?” he was moving around inside the casket; Jesse could hear him rustling. “Dragging me out here–”

“Providin’ you with transportation,” Jesse was happy to fill in for him, “A comfortable little sunshade–”

“Comfortable, he says,” Chester muttered, nearly inaudible. “My arse.”

“--keeping your skin a nice healthy not-burnt-to-a-fucking-crisp,” Jesse continued, unbothered.

Chester drew silent at that, so Jesse leaned back; stretched out his legs, boot heels digging into the dirt. After a few moments spent squinting out at the mirage-watery horizon he heard Chester’s resigned sigh and grinned.