TF: A few days later, immediately after this.

"Well, that could have been worse I guess," Deadblood said as he closed the hotel room door behind Michael Cole, minutes after they finished taping their interview with him.

The hotel was where they fled to after the masked man destroyed their apartments. Their room at the hotel was really nice at least, a balcony area included. Deadblood stepped out onto the balcony, stopping at the railing, looking down at the pool area below and beyond that, the street and the buildings across the street, including a couple restaurants, a clothing a store, and a parking garage.

Turning his head slightly, Deadblood then said, "I still can't believe you didn't tell me you decided to move into the same apartment building as me."

"Not my fault you never bothered to get to know your neighbors, Champ," Sheri retorted, joining him on the balcony to take in the view. Deadblood rolled his eyes at this, to her amusement. "You can't deny it was a damn good thing I did, now can you?"

"Oh I can't deny that, it definitely a damn good thing," he answered. "Hopefully we won't see anymore of him."

A few days had passed since those events at the apartment building unfolded. Since Sheri blew the masked man's brains out all over the lawn. No sign of that cyborg either. It seemed that the masked man had done them a huge favor there. That didn't mean they weren't both still being cautious. They knew that the company wasn't likely to just give up their hunt for them that easily. They had relaxed their guard some though, after having those few days of calm and quiet.

"Are you sure you don't want your own room?" Deadblood asked a moment later. "I'm sure I can arrange for you to get a room next to this one or across the hall. We'd still be able to reach each other quickly if something does happen."

"Wow, Champ. I'm not really sure how to feel about THAT. Are you trying to tell me something or what?" Deadblood shook his head, wondering exactly what she was getting at.

"No, I just thought maybe you'd want your own room or something. I didn't want you to think you HAD to stay in here with me or anything." Sheri quirked her eyebrow at this.

"Do you not want me in here or something? Are you afraid I'll see you in your underroos or hog the bathroom or try to paint your toenails while you are sleeping?"

"What?!" Deadblood asked in surprise. "I don't wear underoos!"

"Sure you don't," Sheri replied, winking. "It's okay, I won't tell anyone. I know that could tarnish your status as champ, Champ."

"Oh Jesus," Deadblood said, spinning around and heading back into the hotel room, Sheri following him in, smirking. "I try to offer you some privacy and you turn it completely around on me!"

"Chill out, Champ. I was just teasing. You could order up some room service while I hit the minibar up. Maybe something good is on TV. I feel like we haven't stopped moving since our apartments got blown up and burned up. For once it would be nice to just veg out and watch a movie without worrying about killer robots, assassins, and freaky vampires."

Staring at Sheri silently for a moment, Deadblood finally said, "... Cyborgs. It was a cyborg that was after us, not a robot!"

"Always so technical," she responded. "It had robotic parts. Close enough, wouldn't you say?"

Deadblood proceeded to mumble something about some people never taking anything seriously.

"What was that, Champ?" she asked as she moved towards the minibar.

"Nothing," he answered, moving towards the phone himself. "I said I'd call room service."

"Oh. See if you can get me a panini. That would be awesome right about now." Sheri reached for the remote and began to lackadaisically flip through the channels, while surveying the minibar. Deadblood muttered something else under his breath, as he dialed the front desk, making their order as Sheri continued flipping through the channels.

When he hung up the phone, he moved towards her and said, "The food should be here in thirty to forty-five minutes."

"Good, I'm hungry," she replied. "Did you ask about a panini?"

"Yes, I ordered your panini!" Deadblood snapped, annoyed.

"I hope it comes with fries," she continued. "Did you ask if it comes with fries?"

"I don't know!" he answered, getting more annoyed.

"Well you don't have to be so grouchy about it," she said in return, looking at him now. "I'll let you have a fry if yours doesn't come with any!"

"I don't want any of your fucking fries, if it even comes with any!" Deadblood growled, growing more irritated by the minute by his valet, who had finally stopped flipping through the channels and settled on what looked like some ridiculous Lifetime movie of the week.

"Maybe that's for the best anyway, Champ. Don't want you looking all bloated for your next big TV appearance. In fact, maybe you should have gotten a salad. Did you ask if it came with a side salad? I'll let you have mine if it does."

"Do I look like I want any of your fucking fries? Or a fucking salad for that matter?" Deadblood asked.

"You probably should have a salad," Sheri answered. "It'll make you less stressed out and then you'll be more charming to hang around."

"Oh my god," he said, putting his face in his hands. "Did you find anything good in the minibar? I need a drink."

"Oh, yeah. Pick your poison, it all looks good to me," she said, motioning over to the minibar.

Deadblood made his way over to the minibar and began to peruse the contents, still muttering under his breath. Sheri looked up, annoyed.

"What do you mean, the least I could do was make you a fucking drink? Last time I checked I was your valet, not your slave. Jeez, Deadblood, you really are in a shitty mood."

Deadblood had no response to that, grabbing the little bottle of vodka before sitting down and looking at the TV as Sheri tried to decide on what she wanted to drink herself.

He only watched for a moment though before asking, "What the hell is this? Give me the remote."

Sheri shook her head, scowling. "No way. I've been wanting to see this for a while now."

Deadblood growled, grabbing for the remote, as she snatched it away. "You're going to hand over that fucking remote, NOW. This is MY room, and MY TV! If you want to watch this stupid shit you're MORE than welcome to go get your own room, PREFERABLY on another floor! I'll even tell them to send your fucking panini there!"

"You are such a fucking baby!" Sheri replied. "Forget a salad, maybe you should have ordered some baby food! Maybe your boss can give you an Undisputed Pacifier to carry around instead of those shiny belts!"

"Hey, don't knock the belts!" he shouted. "They've saved our asses several times now!"

"I'm not knocking the belts! I'm knocking the jerk who holds them!"

"Jerk. That's all you ever call me. Thanks for the nice hotel room, jerk. Thanks for room service, jerk."

"Well quit acting like a fucking jerk and I won't call you one!" she said before throwing the remote into his lap. "There's the remote. Turn on what you want. Maybe you'll quit being a whiny jerk then."

"Thank you," Deadblood responded, ignoring the rest of what she said. When he tried to change the channel though, he couldn't get the remote to work, prompting him to then say, "This remote's broken! What the fuck?"

"Maybe you don't know how to use it," Sheri suggested, trying not to laugh as she discreetly stuffed a couple AA batteries into her pocket.

"It was working just a minute ago, what the fuck?!" Sheri tried to stifle a laugh as Deadblood fumbled with the remote a while longer before throwing it across the room in frustration.

"I guess those shiny belts don't give you magical TV changing powers, do they?" she taunted as he shot her a furious look. The channels began to flip on their own, finally settling on an old giallo. "You're welcome."

"That's much better," Deadblood said. "Unlike whatever the hell you had on before, maybe you'll actually benefit from seeing this."

"Watch it, Champ. If you're not careful, I'll change the channel back and turn the volume all the way up." Sheri could only smirk as Deadblood avoided even looking at her, focusing on the movie as he took a sip of his vodka.