[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Bill]

> John Black, Abby, Kurt Morgan
> Very Old Man, Bastet, Sidhe 
> Lady Sinclair's Mansion
    
>   "Certainly" The Sidhe replied. His regal mane of
> hair shook as he nodded, slender elfin ears poking
> out through its silvered tresses. Abby was in no
> doubt as to what he was, one of the Fair folk, a
> Fae. Or a Changeling at least. 
>    
>   “Ahhh, sure, Bourbon, thanks Love.” Abby really
> wanted a drink now.
>   Aw shit, Sela girl. Really stuck your paws in it
> now, didn’t you? One of the Fair Folk and you just
> trotted right up to him. Steady on, you don’t see no
> Silver Chains yet, like as not he’s just here to
> Party. 
>   Partying she knew very well.
>   Just so he thinks you’re another bit of fluff
> you’ll be ok. And even if he sees the Cat inside
> you, who’s to say what Tribe you really belong to?
>    
>   “So, well met Mr. Morgan. I gotta say this Party
> has been full of Surprises.”

John extracted himself from Abby and Morgan and went
to the bar.  He was curious.  The girl had zeroed in
on Morgan, whatever he was, and he couldn't help but
notice something passing between the two of them.  

He had no clue what it really was, recognition of
kindred spirits, love or lust at first sight, or
perhaps something more.  Nevertheless, he wanted to
give them a moment alone to speak when he wasn't
around.

John wasn't concerned about what secrets might pass,
or promises between them.  If he needed to know, Abby
will hopefully tell him, and he was old enough where
concerns over such matters were trivial in the grand
scheme of things.

Besides, he was here to have fun, a night out for two
gods walking amongst mortal and party the way they had
in the past.  Gods.  It was a term he almost never
used.

Last time was during the Turkish invasion of Europe in
1529, a war which most historians though of as a clash
of civilizations.  It had really been over the city of
Venice, and the beer produced in a pub there.  He
laughed at the though of he and Matt, each rewarded
for their efforts with on glass of the Dark, a beer
like no other, that had set the world on fire.

 John approached the bar and ordered a beer for
himself and drinks for his companion and their new
friend.  Balancing all three on his hands, he slowly
made his way back to the group, noting the newcomers
as they entered.

His eyes passed over Mara, Aurora, and their
companions.  They lingered long enough as he tagged
each one of them as human or other (Perception +
Awareness = 6), making it obvious to the new arrivals
that he knew what they were, but without being
threatening.

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"I swear, as God as my witness, I thought turkeys could fly."
-- Les Nessman

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