Rain knew she was gonna get whiplash, bouncing back and forth between then and now. It didn’t help that so many of the same people who were coming to the Relief Bash had been coming to Rook’s for years. Some of the dancers, like Seth, were new, but Zig and Chris met each other here, for crying out loud. It was a time warp, for sure, but honestly?
She kinda liked getting her own party.
Yeah, yeah, it wasn’t for her, not really, but… This was the first time Raeven had actually seemed excited about working on her first three books. If that wasn’t something worth celebrating…
Rain took another sip of her Woodchuck and leaned back against the bar, grinning as she watched Rook and Chris run around like little girls getting ready to throw a sleep over. Zig and Jon were up on the balcony, giving each other tired looks as Rook and Chris called out contradicting ups and downs and lefts and your other lefts and so on as they hung the huge NANO RELIEF BASH banner.
Seth stared into his closet, eyes moving over the rows of clothing without seeing. It wasn’t really important what he wore, not really, but…
He had a certain look to maintain, he knew that. But he had no idea what sorts of people would be coming to this thing, and he didn’t really relish the idea of beating strangers off with sticks all night.
Nica would laugh at him. Kain would laugh at him. Hell, Naj would laugh at him, if he could see the fuss his brother was making over simple clothing. Honestly, if he were dressing only for his own consideration, he’d just throw on a pair of pants and be done with it. Maybe shoes, it was a slightly unpredictable area between here and the bar. A cut or scrape would heal almost instantly, but it annoyed him to bleed for no real reason.
Bah! His thoughts were all over the place, and none of them were useful.
He was utterly shocked to see Raeven herself come through the door.
He stared, really unsure of what to say. He hadn’t been expecting this, not at all.
“Ok, ignore me, that’s fine.” She came further into the room, perching on the edge of his bed. Not quite the flagrant “I own this place” of Kisma’s, but – well, Raeven really did own this place, in her own way.
Seth cleared his throat and leaned up against the closet doorjab. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Oh, nothing really.” Her tone was far too sweet. She was here to make fun of him. “I just wanted to let you know that it’s ok to be nervous, and that I won’t let anyone put you in any uncomfortable positions.”
Seth scoffed. “You’re here to defend my honor?”
Raeven nodded. “More or less, yeah.”
Seth drew himself up, pulling his comfortable arrogance around himself. “You’ve appointed yourself protector of a serpent’s virtue.”
“Hush, you. You have just as much right to your person as anyone. Just because you’re a serpent doesn’t’ mean you’re anyone’s meat.”
He was quiet for a moment, and Raeven had to wonder which nerve she’d struck. There were plenty to choose from, but there was no way of knowing which one until he spoke.
“That’s a cute allegory for the women of your world,” he said at last.
Raeven shook her head, offering Seth a small smile. “It is, but that’s not what I’m doing here.” She stood, moving to wrap her arms around Seth’s waist and resting her chin on his shoulder. “I’m here to take care of my serpent. I mean it. If anything happens you’re not comfortable with, just let me know, ok? You don’t have to write anything you don’t want to.”
“This coming from the woman that threw me to the demon.”
“That’s different,” she answered, pinching his side. “I can’t help what Fate has in store for you, Kismeron.”
“Li’Daea preserve us.”
Where: Rook’s bar (and the blogosphere at large)
When: Every Monday in November!
Who: Any character who needs to unwind, including authors! This is your chance to do some quirky, no pressure writing to unwind, get over a road block, get the juices flowing or just play around!
Who, part 2*: As host, I’ll be bringing any and all characters to the bar that I can get a hold of. Most active right now are those from Rain’s story, or any of the Asylum Dancers, but if you know of someone you’d like to chat with, drop me a line and I’ll see if I can find them running around in here somewhere…
*Naturally, if you’d like to work with one of my characters, I ask that you do so through me rather than taking them on and writing them yourselves. They’re all fairly young characters, they’re not allowed to cross the street by themselves yet. 😛