#bye rick

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George Michael - Careless Whisper (Lyrics)

A Scene From Death and the Necromancer:

Eventually Death found them on the dance floor, slow dancing to Careless Whisper. Rick had his rotted chin perched on Dominic’s shoulder.

“Yikes,” Said Death, noting the empty bottle Dominic still clutched in his hand- the one that wasn’t wrapped around Rick’s waist. “You guys having fun?”

Dominic reached out and covered Death’s mouth with a fumbling hand, “Shhh. We’re dancing.”

“I can see that. Hey, Jack Skellington, how many has he had?”

Rick shrugged, and held up his outstretched hand. Five, maybe.

Death frowned. “I didn’t plan on babysitting tonight. Make sure he doesn’t get into trouble all right? Hey, hey, Dominic. I… I have to go do something.”

Dominic looked like he was going to cry. “You’re leaving?”

“No, I’m just gonna be over there. But you might not recognize me… It’s not gonna take long. Maybe think about getting some sleep? I’ve already spoken to Samuel. He says you can sleep in the tent until I’m finished.”

Dominic still looked like he was going to cry, but he nodded. Death left them, swaying to the final chords, and then he was gone. Dominic was too drunk to trust his own eyesight at this point, but when he watched Death go he thought he suddenly became taller, like a shadow stretching as the sun sets. And did he borrow Samuels vest? Death was now wearing a long, flowing cloak.  

Dominic blinked and rubbed his eyes. Shit, if he was seeing things maybe he should take a nap. The song ended, and Dominic pulled away from his partner.

“Sorry to cut our date short Rick, but I’m seeing things man. I’m gonna hit the hay in the fortune tellers’ tent.”

Rick nodded, and suddenly he was being hugged fiercely by the corpse. It felt like the kind of hug you give someone who you’re never going to see again- tight and he held on for longer than he needed to.