Remembering a Friend

[Nox]

The show ended and the lights dimmed to set stage for the next routine. Pyotr pulled him out of his revelry with a toast to Bas. Nox grinned. "Bas really would have liked that. Among other things I'm sure. The lady in the red dress up on stage might have been something Bas liked too."


The memory was faded, mixed in with all the other memories of his life. Once they had been the only memories he had. Fighting with Giovanni when he got out of the hospital, sparring with Bas and meeting weasel boy and dragging him along - or rather meeting up with him later since he hadn't brought clothes with him. Nox wondered if he had gotten any better or was still going to Gracies. He hadn't been there since that first day he'd paid for a week but never went back. Lost money.

He remembered meeting Bas with his sister in the little Kremlin - after of course going to the Kremlin in the first place and was late. That had been a good day - but it was also the start of the downfall. Nox sighed and stood up getting ready to leave. His thoughts bringing even him down. Nox wondered if Sage was up - he'd like to see his sister again.

Nox clapped his hand on Pyotr shoulder and smiled. "To Bas."