Goddess of Beauty

“Don’ fink I ‘aven’t considered the chances before. Yah still lookin’ jus’ like yah did the day I met yah. How long ago was that?” He asked trying his hardest to put together the years that had separated the two. It didn’t feel like anything as he stood there though. Almost like they had been stuck the same way and nothing happened. Trish was always welcoming to him like that though. Maybe she just understood that time didn’t matter to Jet and he’d show up like the ruffed up old dog he always was. “Hades, ‘aven’t heard from him in a while, good to ‘ear yah an’ him are still that power couple we all knew from before. I agree though, I been all ‘round ‘ere and this place jus’ seems to be the only one I ever want to go back to.” With such a past it couldn’t be too surprising to them why the town attracted them so much. Finally he gave some real emotion. The thought of Flora’s face after seeing him sent a boastful laugh all through his wide set chest. “I shoulda’ thought that girl would still be ‘ere. We both got to make sure we give her a visit, not that she’d want to see my ugly mug ‘round them flowers.” Jet let out a long sigh. “So yah have been alright then, I can only guess since yah are ‘ere of all places.”

 Jet hit his own chest with his hand, acting as if offended by the comment. “Nah. I’ll out live yah all. Us McKinny’s got long lives.” It was ironic what he said despite the line of work he was in but it was all the truth. Great-Papa McKinny was still kicking and he’d been known to do much worse then Jet, leaving behind much more threatening ties too. Not moving much as she hugged him he let the over affection of the moment pass before answering her. “To your surprise it is all jus’ a visit. Hadn’ been ‘round here in so long I figured I’d see who still be stompin’ the grounds.” He shrugged and moved into the room to look at the new set up. “But maybe I did ‘ear a thing or two ‘bout some small gang a few towns ova’ might as well give ‘em a scare jus’ for kicks.” This brought a real smile to the man, the idea that his gang had grown was all good in his book but Jet did like to have his fun, even if it was a bit more sinister then one with a more normal career. 

 With his own schedule that had pulled him away from anyone he once encountered the life of the McKinny man had been set off just as it was before. Silently skating from town to down and circling back to the old ‘jobs’ he once would have considered leaving behind. But that was long forgotten when an offer was too good and he knew the job was something he could pull off easily. But here he was standing in the doorway of the woman he called a friend despite the lack of all communication, a straight line on his face that anyone who didn’t know him would think was menacing. “An’ here I was finkin’ my own presence was better then any ol’ cupcake.” His large body moved into the room. “Long time no see, ‘eh Trish.”