A Little Head Clearing

[Nox]

Nox looked at Amaya with a frown. "Please tell me you all don't eat out all the time." Money was always an issue for Nox. The Atharim paid him, but what he lived on had to pay for a roof over his head and eating out was expensive. You learned to live on what you could. And the Red Light District was not going to be any different than even Dorian's had. He'd shopped there, cooked there, rarely let Christian cook for him. No, he could take care of himself.

"Just need a good grocery store, I can mange the rest." Even without a kitchen he could manage. He had pans and plates and various other camping equipment up in his room. Be no different than camping out except he was the fire. The thought made him smile with pleasure. His fucking talents actually doing him a favor for a change.

Nox's wallet beeped again - probably for the fortith time since he left Dorian's. Dorian really needed to talk apparently. He picked it up

Nox, we need to talk ASAP it's about the tunnels.

Nox growled to himself but checked back through the other missed messages. There were others he'd missed but one particular person stood out - there was nothing from Jay. It had been some time. They didn't talk everyday, but the picture should have merited some comment. Nox sat down on the edge of the stage and typed out a quick message.

To @"Jay Carpenter" Dude, getting worried. Last time we spoke you had some shit stirring. Did it catch up to you? Can I help?

Nox knew he couldn't help not from Moscow, but he offered. Jay was his friend. But life moved on and Nox returned his attention to the four beautiful women sitting with him. "So someone want to take me grocery shopping I'll cook."