[Sodium_noir] Late Saturday- Girls Night Out- Neon City

[Bill]

>   > Shelli, Selena, Abby, John Black, Mike
> > 2 mortals, Bastet, 1 V. Old man, A Mastiff
> > Mike's
  
>   They both sip a bit.
>   Shelli looks at John; "Me? I'm from Odessa, worked
> my way to Gotham via every strip club in between
> here and there. Funny, but I kinda like it here even
> with all the fog and rain and such. We both work at
> Esapades. Know the place?"

John nodded.  "I know of it."

>   "Met this little spitfire here when she came into
> town. We been tight ever since."
>   Abby smiles over her drink.
>   "Ahhh my story's nothing much. My Mom passed when
> I was a babe, Dad was a Cop and a Good Man. He did
> his best by me but y'know, that line of work is
> rough."
>   (She still has the flag folded into a neat
> triangular bundle, His Picture and their wedding
> bands. And memories of a funeral, the cold rain
> washing the tears from her cheeks) 
>   She takes a deeper hit off her glass. The firey
> taste helps clear her throat.
>   "After that it was foster homes and Church
> Schools. I was bit of a handful. Finally I hit the
> road, much like Shelli, and my steps finally took me
> here. Never dull, always something happening, fun
> and scary like. I got friends at the bar (she nudges
> Shel with a smile) meetin' new ones too" 
>   She lifts her glass to John.
>   "Your turn, Love."

John considers a moment, the story and costume and
setting he had created for himself.  The truth?  That
would go over well: he's a 2000 year old Hebrew who
earned his Roman citizenship in the Legions.  His
sister was murdered and the killer was pardoned.  He
was granted eternal life the day after the murderer
was suppose to die and the day the King of the Jews
died instead.

He doubted it would go well.

"I was born in Spain.  Parents worked for the embassy.
 Sounds more glamorous than it really was.  My father
was security my mother a secretary.  Travelled the
world, learned a lot of neat things, then came to
Gotham and met up with Mike."

John frowned for a moment.  "I'm not quite sure how. 
I don't own him and he doesn't own me.  We're sort of
roommates, only he doesn't pay any rent.  You may have
noticed he's a little . . . off.  He seems to have a
knack for being in the wrong place at the right time."

John laughed softly.  "So now I own and run this
place, an occult books and supplies.  I offer classes
on magic, lectures on unusual topics, and I supply
most of the magicians in Gotham."

He offered his glass up in a salute and took a drink.

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

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