He acted as if that were how they should respond, too.He acted as if that were how they should respond, too. Outside, the sounds dimmed into the background, but my ears were ringing. Every sound came through with a dulled quality. "So," I said. "Where to, now?" He shrugged. "'Sup to you. We could go home." "Your home, or mine?" Gods, did I just say "Your place or mine?" He missed the reference and said, "Well, that depends. You've a live in who may or may not be interrupted by our stumbling in. You should call ahead." I nodded. I found another intercom a few steps down the hall from the door to the nightclub and toggled it. "Josh, can you get me Dave?" "Sure thing," he said. "Ken?" "Dave? Is P'nyssa home?" "No she isn't. She told me not to expect her home tonight." My eyebrows shot up at that. "Is there a problem?" "No, no. No problem. Just wondering. She left me at the Arc nightclub without telling me." "That is unusual. Should I contact her?" "No, that's okay. I might be home shortly." "Okay. I'll keep an eye out." "Thanks. G'night." "Goodnight, Ken." There was an audible >click< as Dave detached from the speaker. I turned to Aaden and said, "Well, looks like I'm free for the evening. |