Rhiannon raised her eyebrows. “Mm. Glad to hear we’re a topic of conversation.” She picked up a fry, less out of hunger than occupying herself. “Why do you go to those places, Cian? What’s in it for you?” It was her way of asking if he went to pick fights or not. She liked demon hangouts. She wasn’t welcome in all of them, but when she was, Rhiannon experienced relief. It wasn’t any easy thing to walk in the regular world, knowing what she knew, hiding it, and lying about herself.
The jukebox flicked to Lionel Ritchie. Rhiannon reached into her jeans pocket for a handful of change. She separated three quarters from the mix.
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on 2013-09-12 12:17 am (UTC)The jukebox flicked to Lionel Ritchie. Rhiannon reached into her jeans pocket for a handful of change. She separated three quarters from the mix.