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Quen agreed to Trent's plan, then spent the next half hour trying to convince Trent to return with him to his compound and prepare. I figured Quen was trying to get him home where he could lock him in a box. Trent must have figured the same thing since he refused to leave...Hence the general weirdness of elves eating hot dogs in my backyard.

*snickers*

"How far can you spit?"
...Bis puffed up in pride. "If we've had a recent rain, I can hit a stop sign from a block away."
"Holy crap!" Jenk's wings lifted him, and he landed closer. "Think you can hit that creepy angel statue from the steeple?"
..."Faster than you can throw toad shit at a hummingbird poaching your nectar."
"No fairy-ass way!"
"Yes way."

Jenks and Bis. Friends for life ;)

Smirking, I glanced at Marshal. He was going to be there awhile, so when Trent came forward . . . I simply pushed off the carpet and back onto the boards.
"Morgan!" Trent exclaimed, and I spun to skate backward, giving him a cheeky bunny-eared kiss kiss. His brow creased, so I started dancing to the music . . .
By the time I had done a circuit . . . Trent was lacing up.

Trent. ROLLER SKATING. Bahahaha!!

Quen's smile faded. He appeared innocuous in his long-sleeved shirt and matching black pants, which looked vaguely like a uniform. Yeah, he was innocuous. Like black mamba innocuous...
I was trapped in a tiny metal box with an elf skilled in martial arts and black ley line magic. Maybe I should be nice. At least until the doors open.

Yeah . . . maybe . . .

Minias sipped his drink with his elbows on the table and his mug propped up at mouth height. "This is much better this side of the lines," he said softly.
"Yeah," Jenks said. His espresso cup came up to his waist. "That burnt amber really sticks in your throat, doesn't it?"

Rachel's mom isn't the only one operating without a filter . . . LOL.

"Oh! The black-haired one, right? In the slut outfit? Good God, I don't know if my sewing machine can go through leather."
"Mom!" I protested. . . If it came into her head, it came out of her mouth. I glanced at the clerk with her, but she clearly knew my mother and wasn't fazed. Seeing a woman in tasteful slacks and an angora sweater swearing like a sailer tended to throw people off.

*snickers*