((Oops, you're right! Poor Hadrin, I keep losing him in the shuffle...and Parker, Myitt isn't getting totally ****faced...she's only had two shots so far, so you can't just match her "shot for shot"...))
Hadrin, who had been whisked along with the crowd accusing Terenia, sighs and starts walking away from them.
<Where the hell are we?> Justin wonders.
<You tell me. It looks like a bar,> Hadrin says curiously. He walks up to the big wooden doors and pushes his way through.
The place has a strange, dusty odor. The smell of sawdust, old blood and alcohol. He looks around, almost immediately repelled by such a place...and somehow, attracted to it. It was a strange sensation of conflicting emotion.
He spots Myitt and Corliss at the bar, and Tamora at the corner of the bar counter, almost in shadow. Good, keep away from everyone, little human, he thinks to himself. You'll only end up getting hurt even more in a place like this.
Hadrin sets his hands on his hips. "Alright, then," he says to no one in particular. "I guess there's nothing for it." The alien parasite in the body of a 22-year-old African-American man in his black Imperial uniform, dirty with the windblown sand of two different deserts, sits at the bar some distance from Corliss and Myitt. After what Myitt had done, he felt no particular desire to talk to her, either.
Myitt glances over at Thordon. "Wow. You have a ****ty day, too, or do you just like strong booze?"
Corliss narrows his eyes as Tamora steps in and takes a seat. Now he's not quite sure how he could have confused her with Terenia--there was something much colder, much more offset about Tamora, even though the sisters were identical. Truly identical, if Terenia had morphed Tamora's form to regain her human body.
Then again, Tamora had lost someone she had been close to. Corliss finds himself gazing at Myitt, thinking about how far they've come and how ruthless she could sometimes be. It made him a little sad, really.
((Thanks for the fix, T!))
