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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jun 23, 2006 0:03:29 GMT -5
I strode through the streets of the City, a destination in mind. Some other Valerians were going to Eglantine today to get their costumes, but I had someone special to visit.
I entered a shop tucked away in an alley, though the owner wouldn’t describe it as such. His back was to the door, and he called out. “Just a moment.”
“What, no time for an old friend?”
At the sound of my voice, he turned, a mock frown on his face. “Elua’s balls, Christophe! You always were impatient.” Coming forward, he crushed me in an embrace, roaring with laughter. “Oh, it’s been too long boy. Come, sit down.”
Derek had been one of my first patrons, and we had become good friends after he had taken his obligatory chunk out of my flesh. And so, an hour later, pint in hand, we finally got around to my masque.
“A deer? No. There is absolutely no way I’m sending you as a deer.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Well, it’s either that, or I don’t go. Trinette’s no push-over Derek, no matter what her patrons thought, and even I can’t get her to bend on something like this.”
He made an impatient noise. “Naamah’s tits boy, never said I wasn’t sending you. Just not as a deer. How about a buck?”
I rolled my eyes skyward, making him roar with laughter again. He always did know how to rib me.
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