After the cool of the night, the inside felt far more stuffy. The air felt kinda thick and, gun to his head, Mik pretty much realized that he was sorta out of it. Rowan's shit was good. And potent. Prolly one of those Indian blends. At least it hadn't been fortified with anything.
Adding the drinks, plural, welllllll, he was pretty lit. Not like he would run into anything or slur his words. But he was definitely flying. Times like these was where he pretty much relaxed and didn't play any games except the ones he wanted to.
So yeah, he was looking for Rowan's pals and what not. But it wasn't like he was in a hurry.
He walked along the side of the porch and entered one of the doors at random, the music from the entrance, thankfully, fading. Orange punched him in the face. Good Lord, what was she thinking? Food smelled good though. Then through another. He saw the entrance to the ladies room, contemplated wandering in and checking it out, then moved on. Now this was kinda cool. A circular bar and a bunch of mirrors and lights surrounding it.
Still, he kept going...aaaaaaand found heaven. He checked the sign. The Gentleman's Parlor. The smell of cigars and wood and leather filled the air. Screens lined one wall showing games and news and music videos with tons of eye candy. Deep plush chairs called to him. The bar was stocked with the best stuff. Old timey video games plinked and flashed, though not enough to ruin the low lighting.
What the hell was Rowen thinking? This was where they shoulda met. Damn, but this was cool.
Oh yeah, he'd be back here, sinking in one of those chairs, lazy curling smoke drifting up from his cigar, the end wetted in his whiskey, just relaxin like a baller...
He laughed at himself. Oh yeah, def lit. Well, they were waiting. And Rowan was probably jawing their ears off. Tobias would be scowling, he bet, getting wound tighter, while Asha- wait. Through the fog he remembered. That's right. An empath. Now that was interesting. He needed to pick her brain.
Anyway, where was he? Hmm....hell if he knew, now. Oh well. He supposed he better get to it. He flagged one of the servers and told him Rowan had sent him down to find two more guests. Pretty vague but seemed like they knew her pretty well. Soon he was taken to a room that made him wanna claw his eyes out. So.Much.Red!!!
The music was louder here too.
A couple was pointed out. Mik smirked. Good god. So pathetic. Old man and a young girl. Dude had to be rich. Or powerful. Usually one, the other, or both. She was a hottie, that was for sure. Nah, he didn't forget about Rowan. Honestly, he liked to have both of them to dandle on his knee. Throw in Asha....an empath, don't forget.
He laughed at himself. Who knows, anyway. Not that he wouldn't try to make something like that happen. If the opportunity presented itself. Have to get rid of Old Man River, first. And that grump Tobias. And jokingly, he said a prayer to the Lady. Please Oh Please, Dearie. Help a brother out.
And then he sauntered over to the table and smirked, though not in a bad way. Well, he didn't think so. And, nooooo...He didn't leer at the girl. At least not really. Hard though. Up close she was all kinds of hot. "Evenin, folks. The, ah, Lady of the House noticed you and has invited you upstairs to her private, uh, ballroom."
Yeah, so...hmm. Old Man River might be old...but he didn't look frail or anything. Prolly was juicing to keep up with the girlie. And he was kinda staring at him real hard-like. No kinda. His eyes were a bright sharp blue.
Mik laughed, though he knew it would probably piss him off. Not like the guy was a threat anyway. "It's all good, my friends. She likes to talk to interesting people, is all. And she likes to show off her fortune telling skills too." He winked at the girl, whispering conspiratorially. "She's tryin to collect special people." And then, on a whim, he pulled out his lighter, flipped the bit and a flame appeared. The power flooded him and he started to make the flame dance about.
"Come on. Whaddya have to lose?"
Adding the drinks, plural, welllllll, he was pretty lit. Not like he would run into anything or slur his words. But he was definitely flying. Times like these was where he pretty much relaxed and didn't play any games except the ones he wanted to.
So yeah, he was looking for Rowan's pals and what not. But it wasn't like he was in a hurry.
He walked along the side of the porch and entered one of the doors at random, the music from the entrance, thankfully, fading. Orange punched him in the face. Good Lord, what was she thinking? Food smelled good though. Then through another. He saw the entrance to the ladies room, contemplated wandering in and checking it out, then moved on. Now this was kinda cool. A circular bar and a bunch of mirrors and lights surrounding it.
Still, he kept going...aaaaaaand found heaven. He checked the sign. The Gentleman's Parlor. The smell of cigars and wood and leather filled the air. Screens lined one wall showing games and news and music videos with tons of eye candy. Deep plush chairs called to him. The bar was stocked with the best stuff. Old timey video games plinked and flashed, though not enough to ruin the low lighting.
What the hell was Rowen thinking? This was where they shoulda met. Damn, but this was cool.
Oh yeah, he'd be back here, sinking in one of those chairs, lazy curling smoke drifting up from his cigar, the end wetted in his whiskey, just relaxin like a baller...
He laughed at himself. Oh yeah, def lit. Well, they were waiting. And Rowan was probably jawing their ears off. Tobias would be scowling, he bet, getting wound tighter, while Asha- wait. Through the fog he remembered. That's right. An empath. Now that was interesting. He needed to pick her brain.
Anyway, where was he? Hmm....hell if he knew, now. Oh well. He supposed he better get to it. He flagged one of the servers and told him Rowan had sent him down to find two more guests. Pretty vague but seemed like they knew her pretty well. Soon he was taken to a room that made him wanna claw his eyes out. So.Much.Red!!!
The music was louder here too.
A couple was pointed out. Mik smirked. Good god. So pathetic. Old man and a young girl. Dude had to be rich. Or powerful. Usually one, the other, or both. She was a hottie, that was for sure. Nah, he didn't forget about Rowan. Honestly, he liked to have both of them to dandle on his knee. Throw in Asha....an empath, don't forget.
He laughed at himself. Who knows, anyway. Not that he wouldn't try to make something like that happen. If the opportunity presented itself. Have to get rid of Old Man River, first. And that grump Tobias. And jokingly, he said a prayer to the Lady. Please Oh Please, Dearie. Help a brother out.
And then he sauntered over to the table and smirked, though not in a bad way. Well, he didn't think so. And, nooooo...He didn't leer at the girl. At least not really. Hard though. Up close she was all kinds of hot. "Evenin, folks. The, ah, Lady of the House noticed you and has invited you upstairs to her private, uh, ballroom."
Yeah, so...hmm. Old Man River might be old...but he didn't look frail or anything. Prolly was juicing to keep up with the girlie. And he was kinda staring at him real hard-like. No kinda. His eyes were a bright sharp blue.
Mik laughed, though he knew it would probably piss him off. Not like the guy was a threat anyway. "It's all good, my friends. She likes to talk to interesting people, is all. And she likes to show off her fortune telling skills too." He winked at the girl, whispering conspiratorially. "She's tryin to collect special people." And then, on a whim, he pulled out his lighter, flipped the bit and a flame appeared. The power flooded him and he started to make the flame dance about.
"Come on. Whaddya have to lose?"
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods