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Smoke and Mirrors: Chapter 6
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I have no trouble with my enemies. But my goddam friends… they are the ones that keep me walking the floors at night.
~ Oscar Levant
The Grave Keeper’s Inn was as busy as ever at the Witching Hour. (It’s just like the human’s version of “Happy Hour”, only with better booze.) The only wrench in the works was the sudden appearance of an idiot… Or more appropriately, an idiotic bastard. The reason for this is, while most people think Karma’s a bitch, he’s actually a bastard named Gordon Karma… A psychic who spends most of his time harassing the bar's more out-of-the-ordinary patrons, rather than communing with the Dead.
“Hey, Gordon?” I smiled, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Anybody ever tell you, you ask too many questions?”
“Toshi!” The guy grinned at me, and wrapped me in a bear-hug. “Great ta see ya! How ya been?”
“Better,” I grunted, prying him off of me. “When you’re not touching me…”
“Oh! Right, right!” He said, backing off. “The touching thing, right…”
“Gordon,” I growled, brushing myself off. “You’re bothering the staff… Get the hell out!”
“Aw, come on, Tosh!” He whined as he reached out for me. “Don’t be like that…”
“I’m always like this, Gordon.” I grimaced, trying to get out of his reach.
“True.” He answered. And just when you thought he might shut up. “Oh, by the way, Tosh, last time I meant to ask-”
Ugh! This is why I absolutely hated humans! Well, most humans… There’s this human, and then there’s the guys I beat the crap out of earlier in the week, and then there’s- Look, there’s a list, ok?!
“A'right, a'right, lad… That be enough.” Sean came up from behind Gordon, and laid a large hand on his shoulder. Sean always was a big guy after all, and between him and his magic, it was always enough to keep the peace in the bar, even on the busiest nights “Off with ye now! Don’t want ye scarin' off business now…”
Gordon blinked at him, somewhat dazed. “Oh… right. I should be going.” The guy shook his head and stumbled towards the door. “I have an appointment tomorrow anyway…”
Amazed, I watched as the psychic, Gordon Karma, swayed on his feet and bounced off of tables as he headed out. The door opened once, long enough to hit Gordon in the head, and then he slid out into the night. (Hopefully, never to be heard from again…)
I looked up at Sean and grinned. “I love it when you do that!”
“Aye, lass,” He chuckled. “But as much as ye appreciate it, I only don it to keep my customers from killin' the foolish git.”
I laughed, and slugged his arm affectionately -something I did so rarely, it would’ve probably shocked the whole bar into silence if they’d been...
I have no trouble with my enemies. But my goddam friends… they are the ones that keep me walking the floors at night.
~ Oscar Levant
The Grave Keeper’s Inn was as busy as ever at the Witching Hour. (It’s just like the human’s version of “Happy Hour”, only with better booze.) The only wrench in the works was the sudden appearance of an idiot… Or more appropriately, an idiotic bastard. The reason for this is, while most people think Karma’s a bitch, he’s actually a bastard named Gordon Karma… A psychic who spends most of his time harassing the bar's more out-of-the-ordinary patrons, rather than communing with the Dead.
“Hey, Gordon?” I smiled, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Anybody ever tell you, you ask too many questions?”
“Toshi!” The guy grinned at me, and wrapped me in a bear-hug. “Great ta see ya! How ya been?”
“Better,” I grunted, prying him off of me. “When you’re not touching me…”
“Oh! Right, right!” He said, backing off. “The touching thing, right…”
“Gordon,” I growled, brushing myself off. “You’re bothering the staff… Get the hell out!”
“Aw, come on, Tosh!” He whined as he reached out for me. “Don’t be like that…”
“I’m always like this, Gordon.” I grimaced, trying to get out of his reach.
“True.” He answered. And just when you thought he might shut up. “Oh, by the way, Tosh, last time I meant to ask-”
Ugh! This is why I absolutely hated humans! Well, most humans… There’s this human, and then there’s the guys I beat the crap out of earlier in the week, and then there’s- Look, there’s a list, ok?!
“A'right, a'right, lad… That be enough.” Sean came up from behind Gordon, and laid a large hand on his shoulder. Sean always was a big guy after all, and between him and his magic, it was always enough to keep the peace in the bar, even on the busiest nights “Off with ye now! Don’t want ye scarin' off business now…”
Gordon blinked at him, somewhat dazed. “Oh… right. I should be going.” The guy shook his head and stumbled towards the door. “I have an appointment tomorrow anyway…”
Amazed, I watched as the psychic, Gordon Karma, swayed on his feet and bounced off of tables as he headed out. The door opened once, long enough to hit Gordon in the head, and then he slid out into the night. (Hopefully, never to be heard from again…)
I looked up at Sean and grinned. “I love it when you do that!”
“Aye, lass,” He chuckled. “But as much as ye appreciate it, I only don it to keep my customers from killin' the foolish git.”
I laughed, and slugged his arm affectionately -something I did so rarely, it would’ve probably shocked the whole bar into silence if they’d been...
