Reminder: The manager of this establishment is a slug.A footfall rings out behind me and I take a glimpse over my shoulder.Oh.Oh. My.He’s not really... gray. The parts that are uncovered and exposed to the air and the battle were just dirty, or maybe smeared and darkened as some sort of tactical precaution, or maybe the darker coloring is just the Dryth version of a tan.Now that he has taken off his boots, pants, his cuirass, and unwound his tail from his waist, it turns out that he is actually. Actually, she had spent more than a few years happy to be sitting on any piece of dirt she could call home. The parking lot was a step up for her.Diego was laughing about some silly tourist who had locked their keys inside their car and he had to open the door for them to get them out. He bragged that he could open the door of almost any car in just a minute or less except for some that had expensive security devices to prevent thieves from getting inside. She could see his friends whispering. "You're a fucking idiot!" Seraina shouted as we ran through a rain of burning embers and clumps of melting, falling snow to the safety of the open field. I offered no argument; she was right, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.The thick pine smoke from the burning grove rose into the pristine mountain air for a few thousand feet before the wind smeared it across the sky in a nasty brown and black streak. The black dots of the deer herd we spotted earlier were gone. Elvis had left the. .Last Call. The night before I had met a guy named Frank who kept buying me drinks and I felt obliged to go home with him. He promised to buy me dinner and a cab fare home and a few “extra dollars” because he “liked me so much.” That’s not prostitution. Is it? Hell, I didn’t care anymore. Money is all green and it spends the same, no matter if I fuck my boss or fuck a bar stool friend, right? Oh good god, I’m a whore. "Annie, you’ll never be anything. You will just be like your whore mama and.