Remembering a Friend

[Nox]

Nox watched the show with mild interest. Burlesque wasn't a strip club, and the nature of the clientele was rather obvious. In every strip club he'd ever been in the men were loud and usually obnoxious here the sex appeal came in what you didn't see. Granted both dancers moved the same way. They were selling the same thing - sex.

When weasel boy showed up Nox grinned at his friend and raised his beer in greeting. "Pytor."
His friend - while not a great friend was still a friend none-the-less. It wasn't like they were best buds. Even he and Bas hadn't reached that point. But they were his first real friends.

When the other man's drink arrived Nox leaned forward on the table and smiled at his friend. "To our friend, Sebastian Volodin, may he make the devil's life a living hell!"
Nox raised his glass in salute. Bas had died in his house, hiding from his people and there was nothing Nox could do about it even if he wanted to. Avenging his death would be pointless. The Atharim would hunt him down like a dog as they did Bas - and he was a traitor now anyway so it didn't matter. Maybe he'd find someway to dish out revenge on what they'd done to Bas, and what he would have done to gods himself if he'd not had the misfortune of being on himself or meeting those like him. If situations were different...