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It's a large italian grub joint. Lots of people, but they are way far apart. Whats up with this place?
I walk past lots of blonde chicks in black and gold in heels and guys in expensive suits. Conservitive expensive, not pimp expensive. Man, this is so much everyone elses scene.
Shit, this is going to be one of these 'everyone laugh at the girl who doesnt hold the fork right' scenes like some fuckin' film. Im so gunna punch anyone who laughs in the mouth.
The guy we are gunna meet is already there. Im expectin' some stiff, like rene, but the dude has some style. Not much, but some. He's in a nice black suit and purple tie. Purple aint my thing, but then neither is this fucking itchy yellow piece of crap.
The guy himself looks like your standard joyless prick stalker type. Just the kinda guy that Id never get into a car with.
We rock up to the table and the faggy waiter points at the chairs, like we didnt already work that out in 1st grade.
Purple guy stands up and looks around, before finally clampin' his peepers on yours truly. His eyes kinds buldge and he blinks a couple of times. Man, I still got it, even in this girly, Campbell top.
Where the fuck did Campbell get this thing? Oh, for Set's sake, its probably a present from her grandmom. Ewww. Yuck. Old people....
Purple dont look quite so stalker when he's smiling. Once those perly whites come out he kinda even looks good. Still, I dont trust anyone who smiles that much.
Purple guy moves towards me and I pull back a bit, trying to get room incase he make a move, but not givin' off any WWF smackdown signals.
"You're Cas!!!"
"Uh-huh."
"You're back from the dead!"
"Apparently so." I say, trying to look stylish, why arching my back to stop this fucking itching and keeping my hands free for a smack down, all at once. I am so going to make Campbell eat this fucking thing. Bloody Olga too.
"Cas! Have a seat!" This guy is almost creamin' his pants. What the fuck is going on?
Hey hold on. Noone is this nice to me unless they expect to get Mr Power Plug earthed in my hot little four board. Ill be fucked if Im lettin' this old guy gets the choice of sockets!
No way!
What the fuck did rene and the others offer this guy? Dinner, a chat and Cas 3 ways from christmas? No fuckin' way and I doin' this guy for them.
Never!
I...
No... No. Im Cas, not Sarah. I am so not doin' this guy for them. Fuck. I cant help but shiver.
"Cas. You look cold. Have my coat." He slips off his coat and offers it to me. I turn around and take it, mostly so I dont have to look at him.
I grit my teeth and look up look up. Rene is lookin' right at home, like he owns fucking everyone. Campbell is looking nervious, like Im going to screw up. Lindsey is doing whatever she does. Olga is..
I startle a bit. Olga looks.. I dunno, kinda shocked. Why would she...?
Purple continues fussing over me. "Cas have a seat! Sit next to me."
Bingo!
She's pissed that Im gettin' all the attention. Well I'll be Osiris' missin' fuckin' flagpole. Olga had no idea. She isnt expectin' this joker to be so into me. In either sense of the word.
But if she isnt expectin'... then why... what does this guy want? Why is he all over me like this? I dont get it.
I look up at olga who sits on his other side. Hehehehe. Olga looks kinda green. Hehehe. Must not laugh. Man I hope I dont laugh.
My laugh is so girly and I gotta hold my cred up here.
Purple starts offerin' me food. Its pretty crap little servings, but I guess its ok. This dont seem like the kinda place where they'd drug you up and party on with sleepin' beauty.
Purple boner guy makes some coment and I cant help but make some smart assed comment back and he laughs, but I kinda just said it and wasnt payin' attention. Fuck! What did I just say? Smart bloody mouth.
Oh crap! Bloody, delicate, crap pastry thing. I dropped it on this fuckers coat. Cross my fingers that it isnt expensive. I look over and he's talkin' wine noses or somethin' with Rene. Scratch that. This fucker is so going to be loaded.
Oh well, if he's expectin' to play with his slinkie, then he can pay for cleanin' the coat himself.
I grab the nearest bottle and take a sniff. What the fuck am I thinkin'. Like I need to check if it's meths or somethin' here. I shake my head and pour it into some glass.
Someone asks Purple "So, what is your name?"
"Oh, we dont need to go into that do we? Id like to keep this informal." Here we fuckin' go again. Dance round the fuckin' point. "Just call me by whatever you think I should be."
Sure, Purple it is. Either that or Mr Fuckin' Teeth Punched in if He Tries Anythin'.
People start to argue and complain about it.
Fuck that. Im takin' mom's way out.
I gulp down the glass of wine. It's kinda fruity and gay like the waiter. I wait for the aftertaste, but there isnt one. Man, is this like the kiddy wine or somethin'. This is like some friut juice or somethin'? How much of this stuff do you have to drink to get smashed?
I grab another bottle and top my glass up. This one is white and it mixes with the left over bits of red and kinda reminds me of when you bleed into a sink. I swig some more and same watered down crap.
A thought hits me and suddenly I wonder if they make rich peoples and poor peoples wine? Would they do that? For Set's sake, that would explain why we pay $3 a cask for the stuff and Rene's talkin' about... $200 a bottle!!!
Two bills for a drink! Shit.
I wanna drink some more, but now Im kinda scared to. Shit, I was gunna try and get a bottle of JD, but how much would that fuckin' cost?
Rene and the guy chat about food, but Im too busy starin' at the bottle. $200.
Purple taps me on the shoulder. "Cas, what do you want to eat?"
"A burger?" He smiles. Almost like he's gunna laugh. Shit, dumb, they wouldnt serve burgers in a place like this. "Err, or a stake?"
"Ah, the steak. Wonderful choice. They do a wonderful stake here." Purple is off ranting about the food again.
Food is food, man. Even if it probably does cost more than.. well.. me.
The waiter comes over and brings some more crappy little nibblies and takes the order.
Everyone starts askin' Purple questions about this and that and Sleepers and crap.
We're all gettin' nowhere and I can just sense the agrivation around the table. More of this 'you tell me first' shit.
Screw it. "So, I was kinda out of it. I heard you fucked up some homeless guy who was hasslin' us, huh?"
"Oh, he wasnt just a homeless guy. He was disturbing the mondays." I think he said Mondays. What the fuck is that about? Oh well, everyone seems to be following it. Ill just eat one of these little black salty things and nod like I care.
Purple rants for a while about magic and mon-danes or something. I think I heard DMS say that word once. I think it was somethin' to do with white folks. Must be to do with folks who dont understand how life really is. That would kinda make sense from what he sayin'.
'Mundanes' are like 2.4 children havin', white picket fence paintin', missionary fuckin', blow job needin', morgage workin', volvo drivin', cop callin' white bread scum.
'Trouble makers' are like anyone found 'drivin' while black'. Anyone who doesnt fit in to Ronny Fuckin' Regans AmeriKKKa. Brothers and Sistas who use their fuckin' skills to make somethin' for themselves. Shit. I sound just like Fuckin' D.
The pig.
And so I guess that makes Purple the cop with the gun who slams you against the wall and slips a couple of his donut covered fingers up my mini and parks 'em in the two car garage.
Arsehole cops.
"So, you're a cop then?" I try not to spit when I say it.
"No, we're a much more decentralised organisation than that. Police suggests a social moral code, enforcabled by some crap. Blah blah." Im so snoozin' now, but he keeps on goin'. "Bad elemements. blah blah. Mess with magic. Blah blah. Warnings, backed up with a Big stick." Yeah, sure sugar daddy, I hear that all the time. "Each of us make our own mind up."
"Ok, thats cool. So you're a street gang and you cap anyone who fucks up your turf or touches shit you own." I can relate to that.
"No. Not at all, that suggests vigilanty justice which more crap blah blah."
Yeah, sure Purple. You tell yourself whatever you want. Sounds like its about fuckin' people who mess with you to me. Power. It's always about power. I dig you now Purple. Even if you use your bullshit to tell yourself somethin' different.
I look over at Campbell. She's listenin' up good like my sucky little sister used to in school. Maybe if she's a good little girl he'll pay her some attention, right? Maybe she can stay after class.
Ya know, I never really thought about what girl cops like Campbell do for fun. Do they cruise round lookin' for hunky guys and give 'em the 'I gotta check down you pants for weapons' routine? I look at Campbell and it doesnt seem likley. I cant see her foldin' some guy over the bonnet and rubbin' her self off on him.
So how the fuck do girl cops get their rocks off then? Probably just as bent and use the cash for puttin' floral fuckin' curtains up or somethin'.
Or buyin' more of these ITCY FUCKING TOPS!
I bend my arm round and slide it under this fuckin' top to scratch my scarab tat. Man that's been drivin me nuts recently.
Campbell asks "Did you know my father?"
"Should I?" Purple answers in a jovial fuckin' tone. You know I really am startin' to like this prick.
"Uther Jones."
"Soooooo, you're his daughter?" Ooooh, big time gossip with Magical Jules Asner here, film at 11.
Sounds like Campbell's pop went pop bigtime. I wonder if it was splat messy or just Mrs Manners messy.
Purple asks about everyone elses parents. Were they magical I guess he means.
I kinda wanna tell him what the only magic I got taught was makin' the world go away with a bottle of cheep booze, but then I think he might think Im like that soaked up old Tipsy fucker.
Ah, screw it. I pour myself another glass, and put my skills to practical use and skull it. Im so glad noone here actually asked for ID. Id feel like a right little fuckwit sitting here having to drink fuckin' pepsi all night.
Rene starts on about some french fuckin' relation of his. I pour another glass and try and kill some more fuckin' useless braincells.
Someone has to do something to change the subject. Rene looks like he's going to trace his family tree back to the first white prick in the Bible.
I gulp down another glass full. Thinkin' of the Bible makes me remember DMS' Lilith story. I smile and pour.
"Hey, someone is screwing with us." I blurt out to change the subject. "You're the magical caped crusader. You gunna help us?"
"Maybe. I deal with disturbing reality blah crap crap only deal with big magical disturbances blah blah." My excuse for gettin' to wack people cause I get off on it and it makes me scary. "Naturally Im offended that people would do such things, but that is my personal opinion, not that of my order, so while Im free to act as an individual, I cant bring with that the offical santion of the Sleepers. So it would just be me, and there isnt any way I could take out an organisation."
So that'd be a no then. Ok, why didnt he just say that.
Ya know, I kinda like this guy. If only he'd just talk straight. If we had to join any organisation, then this'd be the one. I mean he said the pay wasnt as good, but anyone who gets this much respect by just askin' you to be quiet has got to be doin' something right.
"Someone is framin' Rene for murder. Is that big enough?"
"Alas, that is mostly mundane," meaning normal white people's business, so he wont come and do jack "and so not really in my scope. Sorry."
Prick. But a cool prick.
Someone asks about the NI. He says that his gang, the Sleepers have the same kinda deal going with protecting the mundane world from magic. He explains some more, but it sounds to me like anyone with magic is either in with the NI, or squashed. His gang still sound more like a gang. Gangs over those NI fuckers any day.
Someone asks, "So why is the NI interested in us?"
Purple turns and I cant tell if hes takin' the piss or really answering replies, "Apparently because you are a potentially powerful group of 5 and that can be a reasonable powerful group in itself. Obviosuly because you've been chatting with None and they cant let that go."
Ok, someone has to ask it. "Right, so how do we stay on your good side then?"
Everyone else looks at me like Im the last fat American tourist on the boat, and Im rockin' it too much. Purple smile at me, and I cant quite tell what it means. Probably that Im the 'special' one of the group. "Dont be noisy." Great. Thats a lot of fuckin' use you... Ah, no, I get it. Dont make magic noise. No fuckin' problem here.
Lindsey asks, "Did you warn Carlos?"
"Yes, he was very messy. He street workers rip bendy guy to small chunks the size of diced beef and scatter them. "
Bendy guy... I knew I should have used the knife to cut him into strips, rather than just stab. Dumb. Dumb dumb dumb.
Purple continues, "The people who did the ripping wont forget that easily. Very noisy. Very messy. Not a good show."
Buzz I dont have to clean it up.
"Who did bendy guy work for?"
"He may have had a contract with the NI."
Lindsey, "He did something to me. Is it going to get better?"
"What do you all think about Madam Sayonce?"
I snort. "She's a fuckin' flake."
Purple looks pleased. "My thoughts exactly."
I look over to him and raise an eyebrow. Gainin' more cred every minute, sugar daddy.
The waiter arse waggles over and drops food infront of us. I got a lump of stake and some stringy fucking colored things things that look like some kinda vegetable. What the hell kindof place is this?
Campbell is protesting, "She's good at what she does."
I snort. Yeah, like spoutin' all that Goddy crap. There aint no God, unless He's how them priests keep gettin' those tight little choir boys. Suck my wafer, Campbell.
Campbell detects the flavor of my snort and continues "You're just down on her because her paradyme is Christian."
Fucking white bread crap. There aint no God. What is it the man said, 'if there is a Hell, I'll see you there'. Fuck yeah. If Campbell turns Goddy on me, Im going to bitch slap her right to Sunday. Atleast TF shut the fuck up about his dumb fucking beliefs when he....
Shit. TF.
It hits me again that he's dead. Fuck.
People keep arguing about stuff, but I kinda just zone out.
TF. Either TF. Dead. My throat goes kinda tight and I dont think I can eat any more.
Im sorry T. Which ever TF you were.
I think I kinda miss about 5 minutes of the conversation. But when I tune back in again, it doenst seem like I missed much.
Oh, no. Seems I did. Purple wants to ask a question. "What about last Friday."
Campbell completes his thought, "The Assention."
Purple continues, "Do you know anything about it."
"Maybe." Someone answers.
I kinda smile. I got the 411 on that. I got to talk to the chick herself. It's still kinda fucked up in my head, but it's comin' back. "Shit yeah." I snap, all cocky.
Purple looks over to me again. Obviously my 'more than you'll ever know' answer caught his interest. "Anything you're willing to share?"
"Not just at the moment." Man, do I like teasin'.
"Ok. Look, well if you ever want to talk to me, feel free to contact me on 0067312. Ask for guido and mention a skin condition."
Great, more weird crap.
"So, what about Father Tipsy?"
"Hmm. He's powerful. He's a mover and a shaker."
"We pissed him off." Campbell offers. Nice one.
Yeah, well he pissed me off too. He can go fuck himself. I agreed to do thursday night when he gets back, but as far as Im conserned, he can take his fucking 'thats one' warning and go fuck himself. Noone talks to me like that. If I wanted fuckin' guys to treat me like that then Id ditch these losers and go back where I fuckin' came from.
"Well that doesnt speak very highly of you." Yeah? Well, like I said, fuck him.
"Do you know anything about mechanical people?"
Shit, I hope Michael is ok.
"Like the toy maker?"
"Dunno. One of Rene's friends turned up being clockwork."
"Could be the toy maker. Or a couple of others. Its hard to tell."
"So, is there any crossover between the people who are screwing with us and anyone you want to get?" I ask hopefully.
"Alas no. Except they arnt very nice." Gee. Thanks.
"SO, what about Alex Able?"
"You mean is he NI or is he not? Ive seen evidence both ways."
Olga blurts out our whole meeting with None story. Good one, Red. We are so dead if we ever meet anyone competent.
Purple comments, "My assumption is that the NI cant let you go on the assumption that you do have the information that they are worried about. I think you should join them and work for them, but set conditions and then use their power to find out the info for sure. Although the more I talk to you the more unsure I am about giving you that advice." Or is that any advice?
"Why wont you fight the NI?"
"They mostly work in Mundane ways, so they dont blip our radar. But look, None probably told you for a reason. The info means nothing to me so maybe you're ment to be able to make something of it."
"Who are the other organisations?"
"Most groups are small. There is a group working out of "Burger Queen". I was wondering if you guys, with your street contacts might know anything about that."
"That'd be Glenns department." I snap.
"Really?" He says, actually interested.
"Glenn had an 'experiance' in Burger king." Campbell offers.
"And he's a shareholder." Rene adds.
Purple looks impressed.
"So any other groups?" Campbell asks.
"The NI, us, most of the rest are small groups. Oh, Olgas friends at the order of St Cicle is pretty big. Bigger than us, anyway and well financed by the church."
Olga gapes like a fish and convinces noone that she knew what she was dealing with.
"Look at the time! I have to go. Look, Ill be out of town for a few days, but do give me a call again." He looks over to me. "Id love to go clubbing with you sometime Cas."
Duh. It's me. Who wouldnt wanna get sweaty with me?
I smile back, makin' like he's got a chance at parkin' in my bat cave, which, now that I come to think about it, he might actually have. If he plays his cards right. "Sound like fun. Ill keep it in mind." Suddenly I wanna invite him along to our outin' with Father Fuckin' Tipsy.
Yeah, I can imagine. 'Thats two'. But it was worth it, fuck head.
He stand to leave.
Oh shit! He was in the hood, right, so he might know. "Do you know TF or what happened to him?"
"No. I doubt I know anyone you know."
Yeah, figures. Well it was worth a shot.
"Look, if you'd tell the one who isnt here, err, lindsey what we talked about that would be great."
All our eyes pop open and we look over to where Lindsey was sitting.
Blurp. Brain fart
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