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"The scenery reminds me of the Greek Islands." Lucien drew alongside, snifter still in hand, the fill level depleted by half. "Anais took me on a cruise to celebrate my appointment to East Point." He leaned against the railing, and smiled for the first time since lunch began and the stories started. "And a good time was had by all, including a few she never knew about." He paused to take yet another swallow of brandy, glanced at Jani over the rim of the snifter, and stopped. "What?"
"I'm not used to seeing you toss down the liquor." Jani slowly opened her hands, and pressed them to the warm stone. "Alcohol dulls the senses, you always said, and you needed to keep yours sharp."
Lucien lowered his drink, then set it atop the railing. "Chicago's not the same since you left."
"Lucien, this is me you're talking to, remember?"
"I haven’t forgotten." He stared at the snifter for a moment. Then he grabbed it, drained it in a single swallow, turned and flung it at the stone arch bordering the doorway. The glass shattered with a sound like a shooter crack, the shards flashing back sunlight as they flew apart and scattered across the tiled floor.
One piece skittered in front of Lucien's foot. He stepped on it, twisting his shoe into it, then pulled back and stared at the powder he'd left behind. His breathing came rough, as though he'd been running. "I haven’t forgotten a thing."
"I'm not used to seeing you toss down the liquor." Jani slowly opened her hands, and pressed them to the warm stone. "Alcohol dulls the senses, you always said, and you needed to keep yours sharp."
Lucien lowered his drink, then set it atop the railing. "Chicago's not the same since you left."
"Lucien, this is me you're talking to, remember?"
"I haven’t forgotten." He stared at the snifter for a moment. Then he grabbed it, drained it in a single swallow, turned and flung it at the stone arch bordering the doorway. The glass shattered with a sound like a shooter crack, the shards flashing back sunlight as they flew apart and scattered across the tiled floor.
One piece skittered in front of Lucien's foot. He stepped on it, twisting his shoe into it, then pulled back and stared at the powder he'd left behind. His breathing came rough, as though he'd been running. "I haven’t forgotten a thing."
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*snaps closed the lid of the special tackle box*
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Heh.