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“I love it when you say that with absolutely no idea what it means,” he murmured, mostly to himself, though he raised his coffee cup to her like a toast anyway.
He slid his wallet from his pocket and flicked it open with the kind of fluid, unconscious grace that came from long habit and a tiny bit of flair. “Let me check with someone about Hex,” he added.
He thumbed out a message with deft fingers and kept chatting as he waited.
“But I appreciate the enthusiasm. Risking your reputation in the name of nightlife? That’s real growth, Cady.” He'd never tried a nickname with her before. He hoped it landed okay, and he flicked his gaze toward Lore, to see if she might approve of the flirtation.
When a response came through, he scanned the message, then let out a faint whistle as he slid the wallet face-down on the table.
“Alright, good news and bad news,” he said, lacing his fingers together with a click of the knuckles. “Bad news is Hex is closed down. Allegedly something about zoning. The good news is there’s a place some of the same crowd swears by. It’s not underground, but looks interesting. Some surrealist carnival just off the river, near the red-light district.”
Tarot readers. Psychics. Ghost shows. Fire dancers. Trapeze. He flipped the wallet to show some social videos to Cadence and Lore. "They say the cotton candy is ‘unreasonably erotic,’ which is either a selling point or a cautionary tale, depending on your relationship with sugar.” He laughed, leaning back in the chair, looking satisfied and playful.
“And if it all turns out to be a little too strange, I’ll win you both teddy bears for good luck?”
He slid his wallet from his pocket and flicked it open with the kind of fluid, unconscious grace that came from long habit and a tiny bit of flair. “Let me check with someone about Hex,” he added.
He thumbed out a message with deft fingers and kept chatting as he waited.
“But I appreciate the enthusiasm. Risking your reputation in the name of nightlife? That’s real growth, Cady.” He'd never tried a nickname with her before. He hoped it landed okay, and he flicked his gaze toward Lore, to see if she might approve of the flirtation.
When a response came through, he scanned the message, then let out a faint whistle as he slid the wallet face-down on the table.
“Alright, good news and bad news,” he said, lacing his fingers together with a click of the knuckles. “Bad news is Hex is closed down. Allegedly something about zoning. The good news is there’s a place some of the same crowd swears by. It’s not underground, but looks interesting. Some surrealist carnival just off the river, near the red-light district.”
Tarot readers. Psychics. Ghost shows. Fire dancers. Trapeze. He flipped the wallet to show some social videos to Cadence and Lore. "They say the cotton candy is ‘unreasonably erotic,’ which is either a selling point or a cautionary tale, depending on your relationship with sugar.” He laughed, leaning back in the chair, looking satisfied and playful.
“And if it all turns out to be a little too strange, I’ll win you both teddy bears for good luck?”