10-02-2018, 06:01 PM
Mik smirked at her pinch. And her quicksilver mood. Yeah, firecracker all right. Personality anyway. He blew her a kiss and left the room. He was buzzed and high and a bit loopy. And the room had started to feel hot and stifling. So it was nice to get out of there for a little while.
The music from downstairs had suddenly grown louder when the door opened. All sounded the same to him. As in he couldn't tell if it was the same song from before or not. That always said something about the quality. He wandered down the stairs and started exploring.
Yeah, it was hot. He headed to the wrap around porch and just sat on the railing. It was nice out here, cool and the air crisp. He took a puff and then, after a moment, let the smoke drift out of his mouth, felt the slight heat of it curling around his lips.
He'd find Rowen's specials in a second. For now he was content to look out into the night, wondering what the Lady had planned for him. It was clear, though some clouds drifted across the sky. News said might be a storm coming.
After what may have been ten or fifteen minutes, he stood up. The joint was just a nub, now, and he'd burned his fingers. He didn't have a roach though he could have made one with air. Not like Rowen didn't have plenty more. He flicked the nub into the grass and headed back inside.
He wandered around, exploring the different rooms. Course this was stupid. He wasn't looking for someone with horns. The guy had said the girl may have looked drugged. Drugged and doing what? Drugged and sitting there eating didn't exactly stand out, you know?
That was the question. Maybe he'd have to find her friend- Gary or whatever. Or he could ask around, he supposed.
The music from downstairs had suddenly grown louder when the door opened. All sounded the same to him. As in he couldn't tell if it was the same song from before or not. That always said something about the quality. He wandered down the stairs and started exploring.
Yeah, it was hot. He headed to the wrap around porch and just sat on the railing. It was nice out here, cool and the air crisp. He took a puff and then, after a moment, let the smoke drift out of his mouth, felt the slight heat of it curling around his lips.
He'd find Rowen's specials in a second. For now he was content to look out into the night, wondering what the Lady had planned for him. It was clear, though some clouds drifted across the sky. News said might be a storm coming.
After what may have been ten or fifteen minutes, he stood up. The joint was just a nub, now, and he'd burned his fingers. He didn't have a roach though he could have made one with air. Not like Rowen didn't have plenty more. He flicked the nub into the grass and headed back inside.
He wandered around, exploring the different rooms. Course this was stupid. He wasn't looking for someone with horns. The guy had said the girl may have looked drugged. Drugged and doing what? Drugged and sitting there eating didn't exactly stand out, you know?
That was the question. Maybe he'd have to find her friend- Gary or whatever. Or he could ask around, he supposed.
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods