Sauntering into the main bar, Pim nodded to the doorman as he gave her a ticket for her guns and knives. It was funny, anywhere else she'd feel naked without them, but here she knew she was safe. With a wink for the barman, she propped herself up against the side and watched the flamboyantly dressed, bright green demon groove around the stage, his stunning voice commanding the attention of everyone around the club.
When she turned, her tequila sunrise was waiting for her and she grinned at the barman. "Thanks, Charlie," she grinned. Glancing back at the host, she nodded at the stage. "Does anyone read him when he sings?"
"If they do, they keep it to themselves," Charlie chuckled, wiping a glass.
The bouncy music jazzed to an end and the place erupted in applause. Lorne took his bow and introduced the next performer as Kreblyb the Vengeful, searching for the evil sorceress who stole his sword of Machiok and feeling a tad bit folk. As the ugly grey demon took the microphone, Lorne swaggered over to the bar to find his drink waiting for him. "Oh you're an absolute angel, Charlie," he purred, tipping his drink to Pim in greeting. "And how's our resident 'archaeologist' today, plum pudding?"
"Fine and dandy, sweet cheeks," Pim grinned, clinking her glass with Lorne's. "Sunshine and roses."
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