I walked into the bar with my head high. The look in my
eyes and my every move spoke of confidence. Confidence is
the best armor -- it often keeps people from wanting to
fight you. That's what I kept telling myself as I made my
way over to the table. Perhaps news of my disgrace hadn't
gotten up here yet. Even so, a demonic hangout is never a
good place to let your guard down.
A break in the crowd showed me the party I'd come to
meet. L.J. was drinking from a huge mug -- probably rum,
as usual -- and chattering incessantly. Greta was drowning
her sorrows in a tall glass of beer. I didn't recognize
the third party at the table, though. Probably one of
L.J.'s Ethereal cronies, judging by the outlandish mandarin
outfit and features even more classically Chinese than my
own. Doubtless he'd had to come in through the back with
the Discordants. When L.J. waved me over to the table, I
paused just long enough to snag a drink from a passing tray
before joining my friends.
"Shiver me timbers!" roared L.J. as I approached, "You're
a sight for sore eyes, Chen! Rest yer bones and join us in
a pint." The pirate raised his glass and gestured toward
the stranger. "This be one of my mates, the Jade Mandarin.
He and I sail under Beleth's flag, arrrr..." The Mandarin
acknowledged me with a barely perceptible nod.
"Wazzup, homie," I said by way of greeting. L.J. nearly
choked on his rum, while the Jade Mandarin's eyebrows shot
heavenward in what I'd come to know as an expression of
extreme shock. Greta did better; she stopped drinking just
long enough to give me a look of unfiltered commiseration
before she went back to self-medicating.
"Ye never talked like THAT before, lad," said L.J., "I
take it yer meeting with Nybbas didn't go well, then?"
"It's wack, bro," I replied, "Man knew I twisted 'im,
an' he was all up in mah stuff. Jacked up mah rap an' tol'
me ta chill fo' awhile."
"Shame, that," said L.J., "But I warned ye that plottin'
behind yer Prince's back would get ye keelhauled. Ye and
Greta are lucky that Nybbas and Malphas let ye off so easy.
Princes be not always so merciful, aye?"
The Jade Mandarin nodded sagely and said, "The tiger
roars to remind us that he is not a butterfly."
I shook my head. "Just one more way they try to keep a
bruthah down."
"The nail will never know the joy of being the hammer,"
the Mandarin conceded.
Greta nodded in agreement. "Fargin' bastidges," she
said, then she finished her beer.
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