.." Jackson asked."Soon?" Annette answered. "It may have already happened. The last fewdays have been pretty hectic with these two." She waved her ...hand overthe two unconscious people on the floor."I'll try to raise the mermaids on the short wave early tomorrow morning,which should be their afternoon," she explained."Well, there's no sense in waiting any longer, is there?" Jackson askedas he stood up. "Getting them into my primary tank won't do them anyharm, right?" Right," Annette agreed. . Storm clouds had gobbled up any remaining light in the sky, but other than some distant thunder, it wasn’t too bad. He watched the rain fall, fighting off another memory. The smell of wet pavement kept him there, kept his mind from wandering to a place of mud and corpses. Inhaling deeply, he set an anchor for his mind, determined not to drift.There were no streetlights by the library, which meant a dark walk across the street. Instead, he turned his attention to a streetlamp a couple blocks. Music was blasting from theinside and the guys couldn't wait to get in there. He hoped those girlshe saw earlier were in there.As they entered the club the sensation of rhythm and beat overcame thegroup. It was a madhouse and the four of them were all too happy to bethere. Hot girls everywhere Jack gave the go ahead and the four of themsplit up."Meet back here with your conquests you fucks," shouted Jack.Jack began to scout the dance floor and he began to feel hot and hisheart was pounding. The. .., if Ican convince my daddy that I have any business sense."He coughed lightly. "Which brings us to my proposition. This is my thesisproject for my MBA, and an attempt to show daddy that I can make some positivechanges to the club. Everybody thinks that we don't have seasons in NewOrleans, but we have four seasons just like everybody else... except for us thefour seasons are Summer, Hurricane, Christmas, and Mardi Gras. The Quarter ismore or less protected from the worst of the.