07-21-2020, 05:59 PM
Mik's swung his head back with a grin and laughed. "Oh, you're not kidding, Doll. Lots'a shit here in Moscow. May the Assendancy draws 'em." He continued forward, but kept talking. "The guy with the skull said there are monsters down here. Stuff out of fairy tales. That's what I was looking for." He chuckled. "I mean it's the weekend, after all. Gotta have some fun."
He walked ahead and then stopped, speaking absently as he tried to figure out what the next turn should be. "Cute little thing from your neck of the woods showed up around here too. Real Voodoo type. Hot as fuck. She was legit too. Was all talking to spirits or whatever. Called me by name right out of the crowd." And a whole lot more. I remembered how she'd felt. He couldn't help the disappointment that crept into his voice. "Thought she was a sure thing too. Until this old geezer with a hot piece of ass showed up and...I don't know. Snaked her out from under me." A grunt of amusement came from his chest. "Bastard is probably nailing them both as we speak." He laughed again, not upset in the slightest. "Good for him, I say. Give that guy a memory before his heart explodes."
He peered ahead, flustered. Was it left not right where the pipe is all white? He thought so. But...damn! He let his light float up ahead to the left, looking for anything else familiar. Ok, so maybe the song wasn't the best way. He'd heard it in a story or something.
He looked back at Andre and smiled, faking confidence. "Yeah, this is the way, I think. If we can get out of here, I'll take you to Cosette's." His eyes drifted down to take in the man and he couldn't help the hungry grin on his face. Guy was built. The line of his tattoos were like obsidian against his shadowed skin. The light reflected off him so that he looked like a work of dark chiseled marble. Hard as marble too, he he bet. Definitely. "Pretty sure I could show you a good time in the Parlor." One kind of fun was as good as another.
The moment was punctuated with a scream in the distance. Not the kind he liked, either. His head swung to peer down the tunnel. "Aww Shit!" he said dryly. "Cosette's will have to wait."
He walked ahead and then stopped, speaking absently as he tried to figure out what the next turn should be. "Cute little thing from your neck of the woods showed up around here too. Real Voodoo type. Hot as fuck. She was legit too. Was all talking to spirits or whatever. Called me by name right out of the crowd." And a whole lot more. I remembered how she'd felt. He couldn't help the disappointment that crept into his voice. "Thought she was a sure thing too. Until this old geezer with a hot piece of ass showed up and...I don't know. Snaked her out from under me." A grunt of amusement came from his chest. "Bastard is probably nailing them both as we speak." He laughed again, not upset in the slightest. "Good for him, I say. Give that guy a memory before his heart explodes."
He peered ahead, flustered. Was it left not right where the pipe is all white? He thought so. But...damn! He let his light float up ahead to the left, looking for anything else familiar. Ok, so maybe the song wasn't the best way. He'd heard it in a story or something.
He looked back at Andre and smiled, faking confidence. "Yeah, this is the way, I think. If we can get out of here, I'll take you to Cosette's." His eyes drifted down to take in the man and he couldn't help the hungry grin on his face. Guy was built. The line of his tattoos were like obsidian against his shadowed skin. The light reflected off him so that he looked like a work of dark chiseled marble. Hard as marble too, he he bet. Definitely. "Pretty sure I could show you a good time in the Parlor." One kind of fun was as good as another.
The moment was punctuated with a scream in the distance. Not the kind he liked, either. His head swung to peer down the tunnel. "Aww Shit!" he said dryly. "Cosette's will have to wait."
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods