“I hope it’s still your treat, Champ. I think you owe me at least a drink after all of this.” Sheri said as she stepped out of the back of the limo Deadblood had managed to secure for them after the first one had been destroyed back in the parking garage. After all, they both still did intend to celebrate his victory in style, and were not going to let a minor setback like CP-ZERO demolishing their ride put a damper on the evening. She adjusted her top, as Deadblood exited the limo and they started towards the entrance of the same bar they had met up in a few days before.

“After that, I’ll buy you all the drinks you want. Anything you want.” Deadblood replied, grabbing the door for her. Sheri smirked in response, as they made their way back to the same table they’d sat at the other evening.

“I think you should buy me dinner too. It’s only fair.” She said, as the waitress hustled over to take their drink orders. Deadblood rolled his eyes at that.

“If you wanna talk about fair, there is still the matter of that bike you owe me.” He teased, settling into his seat, eyeing the waitress already returning with their drinks.

“God you are such a jerk, you know that? You really wanna start tallying up fair here? Let’s see, Champ... you cost me my job, my home, threatened to slice my head off if I didn’t go along with your schemes, and got some freaky robot zombie after the both of us all because of that shiny belt. Oh, and let’s not forget, in helping you retain the shiny belt, I had to get a freaking vampire with a freakishly long tongue to chase me around while you were busy recovering from some stupid attempt at showboating. I’m gonna have nightmares about that tongue, too. You’re welcome, by the way.” She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest.

Deadblood didn’t reply to that immediately, waiting for the waitress to set their drinks down and make her way back down towards the bar before he spoke.

“Look, Sheri. I know that the last few days haven’t been easy. But think of it this way. They sent that thing. We beat it. We are sitting here now, having a drink and celebrating not one but two victories. I’d say that we came out on top here. I promised you that if you stuck with me that is where we would be headed, and damn it’s a fine view, wouldn’t you say?”

Sheri thought about it for a moment, looking down at her drink pensively.

“The Company sent that thing. True, it was really something else and a tough fucking nut to crack, but together, we did it. It’s laying at the bottom of that shaft, smashed flat, and here you and I are sitting here enjoying a drink and celebrating a job well done. Hell, I say we call it three victories.” Deadblood leaned further back in his seat, taking a long, slow swallow of cold beer. “The Company will think twice before fucking with us again, I guarantee it. Whatever that thing was, I’m sure it wasn’t cheap or easy to put together.”

Sheri frowned, although she supposed he had a point. They’d managed to beat it, it was laying crushed at the bottom of an elevator shaft, and surely The Company would take the hint that they were not to be trifled with.

“Okay, I’ll give you that. We did beat it. We’re both still in one piece. And you still have your stupid shiny Champ belt.”

“Damn right, now drink up, because I’m about to order another round.”