Scene from my novel 3
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Ugh! I was tired. I took a cab from work today. The train I usually rode had gotten stuck on the tracks three stops down the line. I hadn’t felt like waiting for a different train and I didn’t have the energy to portal home.
I trudged into the kitchen, slinging my rucksack onto a chair. With a flick of my wrist, a K-Cup snapped into the Keurig. With a finger twirl, the coffee machine’s lid shut and it began to brew a vanilla-hazelnut flavored coffee. I threw my head back as I slouched in a kitchen chair, taking a few moments to finally relax and breathe.
Splash. Splash!
“Crap!” I jumped up, tossing the chair back, but before it could hit the ground, I whispered a spell, setting it upright, and dashed for the paper towel roll to sop up the spilled coffee.
“Did you forget to put a mug under the coffee pot again?” Blade asked as he walked into the kitchen. “I retract my question.” he snorted as I vigorously wiped the counter and childishly stuck my tongue out at him.
“Ha ha, very funny.” I rolled my eyes. I popped a fresh pod in and reset the coffee machine. I glanced at the wall clock. Normally, Bade was gone by the time I got home from work. “Are you working tonight?”
“Nah. I have the night off. I need the night off. A minotaur came into the bar yesterday and left about a million holes in the walls, the bar, barstools, patrons… He was drunk or high or something—definitely not ok. So, the bar is closed for repairs. This situation wasn’t as bad as the dead vampire a week or so ago. Thankfully I didn’t have to deal with the SID. They didn’t bother to stop by.”
I furrowed my brows. “I heard nothing about this.” I was often alerted when a creature caused trouble. I stood up straight as if I would jump into action.
“We were in the Slippery Nipple.” Ah, that’s why. A supernatural creating a mess in a supernatural bar wouldn’t set off an alarm. “So, I can do whatever I want tonight.” He waved me off, “Relax. It was yesterday.”
Pfff! I was relaxed. “Nice. Any plans?” I ask, leaning against the counter. Blade shook his head.
The coffee spattered into an orange mug, echoing in the silence. I eyed Blade as he sat down in the chair I left pulled away from the table. I have known this guy for seventy-some-odd years. I knew something was up.
