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Chapter Four |
It
had been a nice night outside, considering all the bad weather they
had been having.
Customers filled the bar.
BarCat had been quite successful at scoring drinks and food
tidbits.
By
now BarCat, who was feeling rather content when the dude walked in,
is getting pretty annoyed.
He had a lovely buzz on, but this dude was clearly stepping
all over it. Even Pete
had avoided this guy.
The nerve of this stinking excuse for a person to sit down next to
him and ruin his mellow. A
few minutes later, an ancient old man, rather small in stature,
walks slowly in the door and settles down next to the chaos
magician. BarCat
smiled as the old man turned and looked at the mumbling man, and
sniffed him. And the
old man smiled and ordered a whiskey with a beer chaser.
After a while the old man and the young man came to some kind of agreement, and the young man staggered towards the door. The old man peeled off four fifty dollar bills to pay both their tabs. As he paid Pete and told him to buy a drink for himself and the cat. And he turned and followed the drunk young man out the door.
Pete poured shots for himself and BarCat. And before he downed his drink he said something to BarCat about isn't the old man one of the Fey that lives a few blocks away? BarCat smiled.
Pete said, ya know, it's not really smart to try to make a deal with a faery. The Good Folks are well known not to be that good to people.
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